The deep red faded away, and Derek Berg once again saw his bedroom and the pure crystal ball.
Click!
The crystal ball shattered from the inside out, either turning into a scattering of illusory light that flew into the surrounding void, or falling to the ground in a crackling mess, each dot shining with a crystal clarity.
Derek stared in stunned silence at this scene, looking at his face in the mirror beside him, where the bloodstains were scattered and disordered, and noticing the deep red light swirling on the back of his right hand, forming a circular shape with lines radiating out.
This strange symbol instantly burrowed into the back of his hand and vanished completely.
Derek stared at the sky for a dozen lightning flashes that illuminated the heavens, finally waking up from the dreamlike confusion.
He looked at the fragments of the crystal ball on the ground, then at the back of his right hand, and his gaze gradually became deeper.
Leaving the bedroom, he returned to the living room, opened the door, and looked up at the sky above the Silver City.
A lightning bolt flashed, and everything was bathed in silver light. Then, amid the rumbling thunder, the world returned to darkness, a darkness without any light, deep and heavy to the point of being despairing.
Derek clenched his hands into fists, his eyes showing no joy, still retaining sadness and pain.
But he was no longer lost in confusion. ......
"Ugh, another member was tricked again... No, another member was developed... Klein chuckled and shook his head, self-mockingly at the current strength of the Tarot Club:
As the 'Stupid One' as the leader, he only has sequence 9, having just digested the 'Diviner' potion!
While 'Sun' has the Silver City, which seems to have no hope at all, at least having three high-level strongmen of sequence 4!
'One more round of explanation, and I can explain the situation to the captain and make a special request. Once I become the "Jester", I will no longer just be an assistant.' Klein didn't stop, extending his spirituality, wrapping himself up, and plummeted down rapidly.
Piercing through the mist, passing through the raving, he returned to the room, removing the spiritual wall.
Then, Klein picked up the key, pulled the door open, first went to look at the two rooms that Dunn had booked, confirming that the captain and Fry had not returned yet, and then walked to the first floor, pushing the key to the boss.
The boss glanced at the side wall clock and gave him a thumbs-up:
"Good job!"
Hey, what do you think I'm doing by opening a "hourly room"? Klein opened his mouth to explain, but eventually decided to let the other person continue to misunderstand.
He felt somewhat aggrieved and comforted himself:
Well, this way he won't blurt out the fact that I opened another room in front of the captain's face!
After going out and feigning a turn around again, Klein did a quick divination, based on the result, returned to the hotel, heading straight to the second floor, as expected, seeing Dunn and Fry communicating in one of the rooms about the investigation just now.
"We can confirm that the ghost appeared only in the last two or three months." Dunn looked at the entering Klein, nodded and gave the conclusion.
Klein immediately agreed:
"My investigation also confirmed this..." He picked up the key points of the previous questions and described them, then said: "Huh, there's a town dweller named Greedy Gregory who even claimed that his family has the portrait of the first Ramde Baron, saying it's an ancient oil painting from over a thousand years ago."
"Wouldn't you buy it?" Dunn's gray eyes flickered, stunned for a moment, and directly asked back.
Captain, do you think I'm such an easy-to-be-fooled fool? Klein dryly laughed:
"No, no, although I'm just a student of history, I've also taken some courses in archaeology and have certain experience in this area, capable of preliminarily distinguishing the authenticity, huh, the person on that painting looks very much like my history teacher, Azek Mr." He spoke out the most crucial thing with an indifferent attitude casually.
Dunn indeed failed to pay attention to this point., rubbed his temples and said: "In this town with ancient relics, there are always all kinds of antiques. I just met a town dweller selling Ramde family silver wine cups."
"Someone offered me the Ramde family emblem, saying it was dug out from the castle." Fry agreed.
Klein subconsciously asked: "You didn't buy it, did you?"
Fry looked at him, he looked at Fry, and they didn't continue this topic anymore.
"The next task is, either you or Fry, with the sealed object '3—0782', go to an empty place outside the town, otherwise half of the hotel staff will become idiots who only know 'Praise the Sun', you first, or Fry?" Dunn's gray eyes looked deeply at Klein and said.
"I." Klein raised his hand slightly, smiled and said, "It's not too late now. I can sleep well when I come back, is it a two-hour rotation?"
"Yes, Fry, you and Klein go there, Confirm the location for the handover.." Dunn turned his head to look at "The Undertaker" Fry - during the separation investigation, he had found an opportunity to hand over the sealed object '3—0782' to Fry, otherwise he would have been purified physically and mentally and started praising the Sun, while Fry due to insufficient recovery time, could only hold out for another three hours.
"Okay." Fry took the "mutated sun sigil" from the inside of his black thin windbreaker and handed it to Klein.
Klein, quite curious and interested, accepted it and felt that the metal texture of the insignia was warm, and there seemed to be hot water flowing inside.
The warm and gentle light seemed like ripples, spreading layer by layer outward, bringing a pure flavor. At the same time, Klein felt that this dark golden sacred sigil with the sun symbol was constantly washing away his spiritual impurities and leaving purity.
Sure enough, the sealing material had a very dark side. If not careful, one could die or suffer even worse... He muttered to himself, "3-0782" the sealing material and put it on the inside of his clothing.
After confirming the status of the revolver, the incantation, and the staff, he accompanied Fry and left the room, leaving the hotel, and heading straight for the outside of Ramde Town.
Beside the sparse and desolate forest, the two walked around for a while, confirming that there were no living people within a few dozen meters.
"If anyone approaches, drive them away." Fry coldly and gloomily reminded. "Two hours later, I'll take over you."
"No problem," Klein smiled and replied.
Watching Fry enter the town, he found the half-height stone he had looked at earlier, picked up the leaves beside it, and wiped the surface.
Then, he touched the top of the stone with his finger, observing his finger for a few seconds under the red moonlight.
Confirmed without error, Klein lifted his black thin windbreaker and sat down.
If you can sit, don't stand! He silently added to himself.
After a few minutes of calmness, he looked at the dim and silent, deep and terrifying small forest and couldn't help standing up. He took out different metal vials from the dark pockets of his clothing, scattered a circle of herbal powder and essential oil pure liquid around the stone.
Immediately, Klein recited a spell in Hermes language, using the materials to release his spiritual power and sealed the area where he was.
The purpose of this simple ritual was two: one was not to rely on the diviner's anticipation of danger, to prevent corpses and ghosts from attacking him, and the second was to drive away mosquitoes...
A hundred times better than bug spray! Klein was satisfied and sat down again.
Boredly sitting for a few minutes, he took off the sealing material "3-0782" and carefully examined this "mutated sun sigil". He wondered if he could divine its origin and its special source... Suddenly, Klein had an interesting idea, so he took out the paper and the absorbent pen he carried with him and wrote the divination sentence:
"The source of the mutated sun sigil in my hand."
—As a qualified and genuine diviner, Klein had long prepared for divination at any time.
He recited the divination sentence seven times, closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and began his own dream.
In the dream, he only saw pure light, and there was nothing else to gain.
"Well, the church must have tried other diviners before, and the materials didn't have a source, which means no effective result was obtained, just like what I just said..." Klein sighed and then thought, "I wonder what the result would be if the interference was excluded?"
This idea immediately occupied his brain and pushed his curiosity to its peak.
After hesitating for several minutes, he saw that the night was quiet, no one was around, and he was in a hidden place in the small forest, not visible to passersby, so he stood up and walked backward four steps within the spiritual wall, re-entering the mist above.
In the majestic and magnificent palace, Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table, with yellowish-brown parchment, black round-bottomed pens, and the "mutated sun sigil" in front of him.
"It feels very real..." He picked up the sealing material "3-0782" and weighed it, feeling that the shape and touch were the same as the outside world.
Directly manifesting based on my feelings? Klein muttered something and re-wrote the previous divination sentence:
"The source of the mutated Sun Holy Emblem in my hand."
After reciting it seven times silently, he leaned back and entered the dream state, holding the parchment and the seal "3-0782".
In the gray and illusory world, Klein saw a drop of golden, warm, and bright liquid.
It floated above the altar, and in front of it stood a man in a white classical robe.
This man had only his back, lacking all life energy. He slowly fell and leaned towards the altar.
At this moment, the Sun Holy Emblem he was holding touched the golden liquid, and the latter quickly penetrated into it.
When Klein saw this, the dream faded quickly and he woke up.
"Apparently, it was because this holy emblem was fused with that drop of golden liquid that it could remain effective and not be controlled. Well, at least since it was discovered until now, it has been several decades, and its purification ability has never declined... I don't know what that drop of golden liquid is... Some kind of high-grade extraordinary material?" Klein played with the manifested seal "3-0782" in his hand and fell into deep thought.
After considering for a few minutes, he attempted to make the manifested "mutated Sun Holy Emblem" reverse and separate out the "golden liquid" based on the feelings in the dream.
As soon as he thought about it, it appeared. Klein was shocked and astonished as he looked at the less warm and pure emblem in front of him, at the quietly floating golden liquid, and had a higher evaluation of the mysterious space above the gray fog:
This is truly amazing, even just separating the manifested illusory items!
"This is the source of the golden liquid." He wrote the new divination sentence with great excitement.