Klein organized his words for a moment, then replied:
"I need some information about Spirit World creatures, preferably those with good intelligence and a relatively friendly disposition towards humans."
"No problem." Aiur Moria, possessing the paper figure, nodded slightly in response, then added:
"Your Highness, do you require physical books, or will you receive the information directly through a mystical ritual? If it's the latter, it's best to do it in batches, as information related to the Spirit World will carry some degree of corruption. If there's too much information, the accumulated corruption will exceed your current body's tolerance limit."
After a moment of thought, Klein asked again:
"If I want to transmit this information to the Hidden Sage, what do you suggest I do?"
"Red Light" Aiur Moria hesitated for a moment before saying:
"If it's that one, I suggest doing nothing. To a certain extent, He, who is almost equivalent to knowledge itself, has mastered most of the information in this world, which naturally includes the Spirit World and Spirit World creatures."
"May I ask, Your Highness, what you intend to do or achieve through the Hidden Sage? Perhaps I have other methods that could help you?"
The Hidden Sage, to a certain extent, is equivalent to knowledge itself, yet even He only possesses most of the information in this world. Can 'Omniscient' truly be omniscient? Klein collected his wandering thoughts, exhaled softly, and looked at the paper figure in the crimson robe, saying:
"I plan to spread the knowledge of Spirit World creatures through the Hidden Sage, and through human interaction with them, subtly spread some influence to prepare some anchors for myself in advance."
"Red Light" Aiur Moria, attached to the paper figure, changed his posture and said with a pleasant tone:
"Your Highness, you might have a better option."
Before Klein could ask further, he continued:
"You should have heard of the Pure White Brotherhood. It was a secret organization I and several other Lights of Purity founded with many Spirit World creatures, specifically to impart knowledge to humans."
"Your Highness, if you don't mind, I and the others can spread your name within the Pure White Brotherhood."
"However, not many humans truly join the Pure White Brotherhood. Most members are friendly Spirit World creatures who enjoy pursuing knowledge. I believe they would be very willing to become your believers as long as they sense your aura."
The Pure White Brotherhood... I actually forgot about this organization. Well, one could say their sense of presence is too low, and besides the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, I've never interacted with any members of this organization, so it's normal that I didn't think of them immediately.
The fact that most members are Spirit World creatures fits my needs perfectly. This allows for greater secrecy, especially since Zaratul, a Sequence 1, is now also watching The Fool.
After some thought, Klein nodded slightly in response: "Alright."
He paused, then added: "Just spread the name of The Fool. Whether they believe or not is their freedom. I don't have an immediate need for anchors yet; this is just preparation."
Besides, I still have the 'Sea God' persona, and a group of devout believers belonging to the Sea God. Although the 'Sea God's' image differs greatly from mine, that faith can still be used, albeit barely.
As thoughts flickered, Klein bowed slightly to "Red Light" Aiur Moria and said:
"Thank you for your help. I have no other questions."
"Very well, Your Highness. If you have any problems, you can always find me. As long as it's within the Spirit World's coverage, I can respond or descend in time."
"Red Light" Aiur Moria, controlling the paper figure, bowed slightly before directly ending the ritual, his consciousness returning to the Spirit World Depths.
The crimson robe on the paper figure slowly disappeared, then it fell to the ground as if losing support, reverting to an ordinary paper figure.
Looking at the normal-looking paper figure and the room, Klein gently rubbed his fingers, controlling the power of the air bullet just enough to extinguish the candle.
Then he opened the window, letting the sunlight stream into the room, dispelling the chill brought by the ritual.
After all this, Klein let out a long sigh and sat down in a nearby armchair, lamenting:
"The Seven Lights' attitude is always so good that it makes me uncomfortable. Although 'Orange Light' Hillarion explained it very thoroughly last time, aren't their investments in me too large, are they trusting me too much?"
Rorsted Archipelago, the considerably desolate "City of Generosity," Bayam.
Two plump rats pulled a pumpkin carriage out of the Spirit World, finally stopping outside a house near the port, illuminated by a gas wall lamp.
Leyton and Roselle, wearing a dark red jacket with rust-gold threads, stepped out of the carriage one after another, their figures disappearing into the shadows of the wall corner.
After concealing their figures, Leyton finally spoke:
"What are you doing here?"
"My reputation in the Rorsted Archipelago isn't exactly good. If the Church of the Lord of Storms notices me later, are you planning to receive divine punishment with me?"
"We're not going to the church here; those barbarians won't notice you unless you deliberately expose yourself."
Roselle waved his hand dismissively. After two seconds, he continued:
"Bernadette told me that Cielf's descendants are here, and I wanted to see them."
"He was my first child, inheriting only a few of my traits, yet he had to choose the Savant pathway."
"As a father, I owe him something. My emotional investment and concern for him were far less than for Bernadette and Bornova. Who made him not as cute as his younger siblings?"
"However, he is very much like me, well, except in terms of talent. And he also admires me greatly. Despite having little talent, he diligently tried to become an excellent Artisan. I can see that this wasn't his interest; if he had a choice, he would probably rather be a 'Warrior,' which would make it easier for him to become a qualified playboy."
Roselle's voice gradually deepened until it was completely drowned out by the surrounding wind.
He slowly inhaled and exhaled a long breath, adjusting his emotions. He tilted his head and said:
"Let's go, let's see him. Oh, and help me obscure my appearance somewhat."
Leyton nodded slightly, snapped his fingers casually, and used the mysterious magic of "Cinderella" to somewhat obscure Roselle's appearance. Then he followed Roselle to the front door.
After standing at the door for a while, Roselle finally raised his hand and knocked.
The thudding sounds echoed in the quiet night. After a long while, footsteps were heard from inside, followed by the creaking sound of the front door opening.
Opening the door was a lean, somewhat dark-skinned middle-aged man. He leaned one hand on the doorframe and the other on the doorknob behind the door, in a posture that suggested refusal of entry. He spoke with a hint of vigilance and confusion:
"Who are you?"
Leyton calmly observed the man, who had half his body hidden in the shadows of the doorway. A profound color flickered in his eyes, then he chuckled lightly and said:
"In some ways, he really is like you, looking like he's indulged too much. If it weren't for the physical enhancements from 'Archaeologist,' he would have collapsed on some woman's bed long ago."
Inside the house, the already dark-skinned middle-aged man's face grew even darker. He looked sinisterly at Leyton, who was behind Roselle's original position, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Roselle interrupted him.
"Are you Cielf?"
"Yes." The dark-skinned middle-aged man looked at Roselle with confusion, not understanding why the other party was asking this, but his mouth reacted faster than his brain, truthfully answering Roselle's question.
"Beyonder."
Noticing his own abnormality just now, Cielf immediately reacted and instinctively wanted to step back, but his body strangely took a step forward, half a foot crossing the threshold, completely exposing himself to the crimson moonlight.
Roselle calmly observed Cielf, and in the other party's tense, surprised, and vigilant gaze, he sighed softly, softening his tone as he asked:
"Who is your father? And why did you flee the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery?"
Cielf wanted to refuse to answer, but his body defied his own will, revealing his information without reservation:
"Rog Gustav. I don't like the atmosphere of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. I yearn for freedom and enjoy sleeping with women of different charms every day, rather than staying in the church under their surveillance, living like a gear that cannot decide for itself."
Roselle sighed, his voice becoming calm and somewhat helpless as he said:
"But at least it's stable, isn't it? Under the protection of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, you could live a normal life without too many worries, unlike now, being targeted by followers of the Primordial Moon and suffering from its corruption."
"Why corruption? Perhaps it's a blessing?"
Cielf's expression distorted for a moment, his head uncontrollably turning towards the Crimson Moon in the sky. He devoutly wanted to prostrate himself in worship, but his body went against his will, remaining stiff in place, which made his expression increasingly distorted.
"How did you encounter the followers of the Primordial Moon?"
Leyton ignored his gradually ferocious and distorted expression and asked his question with some curiosity. Without that 'Werewolf' characteristic, yet still getting involved with the followers of the Primordial Moon, is this Gustav's destiny?
Leyton gave Roselle a strange look. He suspected this was a fated intertwining brought about by the mystical connection between Roselle and the Primordial Moon.
Roselle ignored Leyton's gaze and, relying on his own authority, pressured Cielf, twisting his will, making him unable to refuse to answer the question:
"At a Beyonder gathering on Oravi Island, I purchased a portion of artificial Vampire characteristics, hoping to create a mystical item that could enhance physical fitness and simultaneously produce mystical potions, to solve the physical weakness caused by prolonged indulgence."