Leyton didn't directly answer Klein, instead saying, "If you want to become an Attendant of Mysteries, the Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic on Zaratul is the safest."
Klein was stunned for a moment, then hesitated, "Other Beyonder characteristics aren't safe?"
"At least he isn't mad. After all, it's a Beyonder characteristic that has been accommodated repeatedly, and the spiritual imprints within it have become mottled. Accommodating it will have much less impact on oneself."
Leyton chuckled in response, then paused before continuing, "I've analyzed a lot of mysticism knowledge from Antigonus and need some time to digest it. If anything happens, please don't look for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the deep Red Light rising within the ancient palace quickly receded, and the deep red star representing Leyton also stopped flickering.
Klein looked at the silent deep red star and muttered to himself, "He can cut off the connection unilaterally. He seems to have a deeper understanding of this place."
"I have a bad feeling. Will I encounter something bad recently? For him to tell me not to look for him, is it something I can solve myself, or will there be some kind of additional development?"
After a moment of silence, Klein picked up The Fool card that was on the bronze long table, infused it with spirituality, and made its content appear:
"Sequence 3: Scholar of Yore;
Main ingredients: A pair of Hound of Fulgrim's eyes, one Transformed Heart of a Demonic Wolf of Fog.
Supplementary ingredients: 100 ml of Hound of Fulgrim's blood + 30 grams of Demonic Wolf of Fog's white frost crystal + a large amount of true ancient historical records.
Ritual: Completely detached from reality for at least three hundred years. Consume the potion after you have become history and no longer belong to the current era."
The description of the Scholar of Yore's advancement ritual made Klein subconsciously frown. This was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it? No, in the world of Mystic arts, there are no absolute coincidences. So, was this something the former owner of Sefirah Castle had arranged from the beginning, a backup plan for his own resurrection?
As thoughts flickered, Klein suddenly felt that his rapid advancement through the Sequence was not entirely due to his various encounters, but also due to the propulsion of fate.
Just as Ankewelt could leave murals in the city of Miracles, Liveseyd, allowing the story to unfold thousands of years later, the former owner of Sefirah Castle might also have similar means, means to manipulate fate.
However, there might have been some problems with the arrangements left by the former owner of Sefirah Castle. Neither the Goddess nor Roselle chose these three Pathways, including the Seer. If it weren't for that page of Roselle's diary back then, I might have chosen the Pathway the Goddess is on. The diary, that page of the diary appearing at just that time, was it a coincidence of fate, or the Goddess's arrangement, or something else?
Thoughts continuously floated in his mind, eventually turning into a long sigh. Klein quickly reined in his thoughts, his gaze falling back on The Fool card in his hand:
"Three hundred years… I don't know how many years I was hung above the Gray Fog before. This ritual is no difficulty for me at all. As long as I digest the Bizzaro Sorcerer potion on me, I can continue to advance at any time."
After muttering to himself, he continued to look down:
Sequence 2: Miracle Invoker
Sequence 1: Attendant of Mysteries
Sequence 0: The Fool, Ritual Requirement: The Fool time, history, or fate once."
"It's a bit abstract. How exactly does one The Fool time, history, or fate? Does stealing someone else's fate like Amon count?"
"Probably not, at least ordinary 'Marauder' doesn't count. To reach the point of fooling fate, what's stolen must at least be the fate of a Sequence 1 Angel, or even a King of Angels, and then use that to The Fool and deceive many people."
Deep in the Spirit World, Leyton, rapidly roaming in the form of information, suddenly caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure.
After a moment of hesitation, he separated a portion of information from the torrent and cast it into the real world corresponding to this Spirit World, in Intis's Upper Hornacis Province.
In a small town near the Hornacis Mountains and Midseashire, Medici, wearing a dark red trench coat splattered with blood and with fiery red hair, looked leisurely at the shadows ahead, a hint of pleasure curving his lips.
In the shadows he looked at, a light difficult to observe with the naked eye descended from the Spirit World, reassembling a somewhat illusory body of Leyton with complex and pure knowledge.
"Heh~" Medici sneered. On each side of his face were scars from the corners of his mouth to his ears, from which illusory fangs and crimson tongues grew, like two mouths torn from inside his body, repeating Medici's words in perfect unison:
"Interesting, you Sages can also create clones by differentiating your own information?"
"But aren't you being a bit too cautious? This is just a border town in Intis, not a place like Trier. Steam won't cast its gaze without reason."
Leyton's avatar, formed from information peeled off from himself, looked at Medici expressionlessly, his tone flat as he said, "Your presence here is reason enough."
Medici scoffed, not continuing the topic, and instead looked towards the Hornacis Mountains, saying, "You wouldn't have come all the way here for no reason. Did you go to Antigonus's place?"
"I noticed it just now, some unusual aura spreading."
Leyton glanced sideways at Medici, his tone still flat as he said, "There's Concealment coverage from Evernight there. How could you, a Conqueror who is neither omniscient nor omnipotent, notice any unusual aura?"
Medici chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips, and said with some pleasure, "I'm indeed not omniscient or omnipotent, but your answer and attitude confirm that you did go to the main peak of the Hornacis Mountains just now."
"So?" Leyton retorted.
Medici took two steps forward, leaning casually against a gas lamp post, in a relaxed posture, saying, "I suddenly remembered that I left too hastily last time, and you probably still had something to tell me. Why not tell me now?"
"If you're sincere enough, it's not impossible for us to cooperate temporarily."
"Heh, the most powerful Conspirer suddenly finds himself unable to find reliable allies, and can only turn back to options he had previously abandoned?"
Leyton scoffed, mocking Medici, then paused for two seconds before continuing, "Somewhere underground in Trier, there's an out-of-control Conqueror."
The mouth on Medici's right cheek spoke first:
"Trier is a descendant of the Sauron Family?"
"Out of control? Haha, Sauron, your descendants are as useless as you."
The mouth on Medici's left cheek then burst into mocking laughter.
"Shut up, both of you." Medici growled, lowering his voice, using his dominance to temporarily silence the consciousnesses of Sauron and Einhorn. The two mouths on his cheeks reverted to two deep scars.
Then he looked at Leyton and chuckled, "You're making fun of me. What you wanted to tell me last time wasn't this, was it?"
"Allies and temporary partners are not the same, are they?"
Leyton chuckled in response. As soon as he finished speaking, his somewhat illusory body immediately disintegrated into streams of pure information, surging towards the location of his main body deep in the Spirit World.
Medici watched the spot where Leyton's figure disappeared, his expression gradually growing serious, his crimson eyes showing no emotion, as if he were deep in thought.
A moment later, the mouth on his right cheek, formed by the consciousness of the Sauron Family ancestor, reappeared, saying in a low voice, "Such an obvious conspiracy, do you really believe him?"
Then Einhorn's consciousness on his left cheek also spoke, "A clumsy scheme. He wants us to help him attract the attention of Steam and Eternal Blazing Sun, and then take the opportunity to achieve his own goals."
Medici twitched his lips and mused, "At least he didn't lie, did he? And no matter what's underground in Trier, we must retrieve that Conqueror Beyonder characteristic."
"Always being so worried about gains and losses, I really doubt how you two advanced to Sequence 1 back then. Did you jump over from the Demoness Pathway?"
As if provoked, Sauron's consciousness became agitated:
"Foolish Medici, you've already paid the price for your arrogance once. Do you want to be killed a second time in the same trap?"
"If we die again, we won't even have a chance to be evil spirits."
"You've already died once, and you're still so easily provoked."
With a scoff, Medici suddenly lunged forward, his body igniting inch by inch, turning into a crimson-purple flame, which then condensed into a long spear and shot towards the sky.
Within the Spirit World, streams of insubstantial information swept past from afar, merging into Leyton's body.
He closed his eyes, feeling the additional piece of information in his mind, and quickly deciphered it:
"It seems Sauron and Einhorn's influence on Medici is even greater than I imagined. Not only do they need three consciousnesses to reach a consensus to act, but their thought patterns have also changed."
"It can be confirmed that there is an aura of the city of Calamity on him, but it's not very strong and quite hidden, difficult to detect under normal circumstances."
"Perhaps they themselves haven't noticed that their thought patterns and personalities have changed unconsciously."
"The obsession to reclaim Beyonder characteristics and authority comes from the city of Calamity. They will soon reach a consensus and go to Trier. At that time, I only need to magnify the influence from the city of Calamity on him, and I can easily make Trier chaotic and unleash calamity. This way, it will be very easy for me to take that Knowledge Emperor Beyonder characteristic."
After a moment of thought, he reined in his thoughts, used the power of Concealment to erase the information generated by the interaction with the Spirit World just now, and then transformed into pure and complex streams of information, surging away into the distance.