After Audrey obtained the formula, Wei Gao, suppressing a smile, watched as Klein "reluctantly" and "calmly" accepted Audrey's three hundred pounds as compensation, while simultaneously using his authority within the Source Matter to record the entire event. If he remembered correctly, Klein had even specifically written his own name as his account password what a noble spirit of secrecy, worthy of everyone's emulation!
While watching Little Sun get fleeced, Wei Gao waited idly for Klein to finish his reading time for the day.
"August 9th. The events of the past two days have left me with a bad feeling. The industrial revolution I started with my own hands, the steam and mechanical age I forged with my own hands, will become a breeding ground for an evil god ?"
What does that mean ? A breeding ground for evil gods ? Klein frowned slightly, his index finger gently tapping the edge of the ancient long table. If we're talking about the birth of evil gods, the most likely and most famous is the true creator. In Rune's case, the Dark Side of the Universe, the Mother Tree of Desire, and the Primordial Moon rarely show any signs, far less notorious than the Aurora Society. However, the knowledge of evil gods that the higher dimensions had previously mentioned to him refuted this claim:
If we're talking about the possibility of an evil god being born, then just consider it either the true creator or the dark side of the universe !
When Klein asked why, Wei Gao simply smiled and remained silent, only saying that the authority of these two was closer to the concept of "evil gods." As for the Primordial Moon and the Mother Tree of Desire, they appeared even less frequently in public. If you asked the Aurora Society, at least eight out of ten Rune people would know about them, and one of them might even be a small-time hoodlum who had worked superficially with the Aurora Society.
As Wei Gao looked at Klein, he couldn't help but think of some things he had seen when he looked down from the stars years ago.
If tragedy or comedy are the most entertaining shows for those who look down from a higher dimension, then the death of an emperor who wields absolute power is always the most fascinating drama, because it usually signifies the collapse of a dynasty. It's grand enough, and exciting enough.
Roselle single-handedly created a dynasty built upon sin and bloodshed, while Huang Tao, from the Old Era, was swallowed by the supreme shadow of the Black Emperor. He did nothing wrong, the higher-dimensional observer thought. He had only lost his first gamble. He had gambled everything boldly at countless turning points in history, and like Julius Caesar, he had rightfully won each time. Only in this final gamble, he underestimated the Outer Gods who had spent millions of years planning.
For a fleeting moment, the higher-dimensional observer longed to invite Huang Tao to his courtyard and make him one of his followers. If it were this self-important tyrant, wouldn't he consider himself the chosen one and attempt to unravel the secrets of His essence with his frail mortal body ?
Unfortunately, Rosell preferred a fleeting glimpse of that silhouette, so similar to those in his memories, on the moon, corrupted and controlled by the fallen Mother Goddess, rather than accept the invitation from another Outer God. The High Dimensional Overlord considered himself humane and unlikely to harm the human world, but Rosell seemed unwilling to believe him. Ah, this benevolent Outer God merely hoped Rosell would bring him a pleasant surprise upon his return after being corrupted; how could that be considered destruction?
This cruel monarch, who had killed countless people, suddenly began to feign concern for his country.
"Roselle…" The High Dimensional Overlord drifted, carrying its complete Source Essence, towards the Fallen Mother Goddess. The Mother Goddess had lost half of her Source Essence and was now barely able to maintain her Pillar Status, no different from the other Ancients. She warily observed the High Dimensional Overlord, whose intentions were unknown, and assumed an attack stance.
The poor Mother Goddess couldn't even protect her own essence, only clutching Roselle and Berkeley tightly in her hands. The High Dimensional Overlord looked at the fallen Mother Goddess, who was protecting her like a chick, and thought with some pity. Although He didn't know where the pity that arose in His heart came from, the High Dimensional Overlord thought for a while and finally concluded that it was the influence of His own essence.
"What's up ?"
The Fallen Mother looked at this fellow Outer God who was completely unlike any other, seemingly not understanding why He had come to visit her. During the time when the stars were united against Earth, those Outer Gods who were somewhat able to remain calm unanimously believed that, compared to their completely emotionless selves, the higher-dimensional observer was more like a human being.
He can understand human suffering, and then ruthlessly crush that suffering.
"I want Roselle in your hands," the high-dimensional observer earnestly made this utterly impossible request.
"leave."
"The Mother Goddess said coldly."
The higher-dimensional observer grinned, and its appearance began to change from the shape of a giant eyeball. Countless geometric shapes beyond human comprehension appeared around its body. Space was ruthlessly expanded, and the matter it touched was stretched and split, turning into beams of dazzling light overlapping each other in the universe.
The Mother Goddess was not to be outdone; countless black tentacles grew on the matter, gradually wrapping around the limbs of the higher-dimensional observer... The two outer gods standing at the pinnacle of the universe thus engaged in a merciless battle.
The winner takes all, the loser loses everything that's the law of this dark universe.
Even the most humane Outer God is no exception.
"So you won ?" the True Creator asked expressionlessly.
"I didn't win." The High Dimension Overlord carefully straightened his limbs, which had been knocked askew by the Mother Goddess, while clearing away the light screens that had been affected by the divine war. Unfortunately, he had underestimated the Mother Goddess's current strength. As expected of a pillar of support before, the Mother Goddess, with the half of her source essence that she hadn't lost, had managed to survive and not be defeated.
However, the High Dimension Overlord chose to flee first, hiding in the Source Matter that even the Celestial Venerable couldn't destroy, and shamelessly ran outwards. He was somewhat regretful that many of his collected video live streams had been ruined by the Fallen Mother Goddess, but he also took the opportunity to beat up Huang Tao and Berkeley, who were being protected by the Mother Goddess, and picked up some extraordinary traits given to him by kind people.
"The little cat people on that planet also died…" The higher-dimensional observer removed the static light curtains and lamented to the true creator: "She prayed to me when she was about to die. I was actually quite hoping that she could take revenge… She was so small back then, lying in a pool of blood, praying to me."
"How did she die ?" the True Creator asked curiously.
"It was affected by one of Mother Goddess's little cubs I think it was the one I blasted away and shattered into many pieces before." The High Dimensional Overlooker recalled: "The fragments of that little cub flew over the planet, so they didn't cause any real damage to the planet. But the problem is that the cat-man is a Sequence 5 of the 'Scholar' pathway."
"Ah..." The true creator paused for a second, then subconsciously asked the higher-dimensional observer, "And then what ?"
"At that time, she was preparing for promotion in the Starry Sky."
"..." It took the true creator a long time to finally utter a sentence: "...a glorious death."
"Considering that I started the war, I'm going to help her fulfill her last wish," the High Dimensional Overlord said sadly, looking very guilty.
"Um... how did you do that ?" The True Creator looked at the unreliable Outer God with some suspicion.
"Look at this." The higher-dimensional observer solemnly pulled out a roll of drawing paper with some messy colors drawn on it: "Here it is."
"?"
"Ah, so this is it. Her enemy is here." The higher-dimensional observer said, "Since it's impossible to go beyond this planet, I just took the area where this planet is located in two dimensions with me. Anyway, she didn't have anything to hold her heart on that planet, so I just casually took care of her enemy for her."
"...6."
Audrey sighed, recalling the information she had received at the Tarot meeting. The mysterious "White Tower" had actually found clues about Qilingus, while she herself had been basking in her previous success…
No, no, Audrey ! You still have to work on your potion! Don't lose to the seemingly powerful Mr. White Tower!
Audrey patted her face, thinking as she cheered herself up.
...
"I've found traces of qilangos, A." That night, Mr. Z, sitting in the Aurora Society's manor in Backlund, said very seriously to Mr. A, "We have absolutely no need to compete for His Excellency's mission, don't you agree? Our ultimate goal is to share the Lord's burdens, not to needlessly deplete the Lord's followers' strength here. We can share information; only in this way can we complete His Excellency's mission more quickly, A. If you want merit, I will give it to you."
Mr. A was silent for a moment, then said to Mr. Z, "I am not so despicable as to be that despicable, Z. But I want to pay my respects to you. Regarding the matter of merit, I will take the initiative to explain this matter to Your Excellency after completing this mission."
"And as for the whereabouts of qilangos ?" Mr. A's lips gradually curled into a grin: "This is the Lord's oracle, this is the Lord's wrath! It's time for the wicked to feel the Lord's anger. Don't you agree, Z ?"
Klein had a rather comfortable week. His salary increased, his workload decreased, and he even successfully crafted the "Sunfire" talisman using the rare materials he had painstakingly acquired he was even a little complacent with these circumstances. The only thing that made him somewhat uneasy was the case concerning Mrs. Sharon.
Hugh and Fors were both in very good spirits.
This was because, after Fors explained the dangers of the mission to Audrey in detail, persuading her with both emotion and reason, Miss Audrey voluntarily added two hundred pounds to the previous reward, bringing their total reward to a terrifying six hundred and fifty pounds ! This was a huge sum of money, enough not only for Hugh to easily buy his next series of potions, but also for them to comfortably go on a trip this winter.
Two hundred pounds… Fors couldn't help but start imagining her upcoming trip. She could receive the potion from her teacher before the New Year, and then enjoy a wonderful holiday in Dixi Bay…
"Darkholm hasn't come to see us today to tell us about the latest investigation. Why don't we just go to his house ?" Suddenly, Hugh turned to look at Fors.
Darkholm is the head of a gang in the East Side of Backlund, controlling many beggars and thieves. Although they dislike him, he is one of the most knowledgeable homeless people in the city, and the information he provides is enough for them to pinpoint qilangos location.
However, when they arrived at Duckholm's home, they discovered a horrific scene. Pale, severed limbs draped over the gaslight, and entrails and blood were splattered on the floor, creating a gruesome sight!
In the very center of this hellish place, the skeletons were completely shaved clean, and Darkholm's head was placed in the middle of the skeletons, with an eerie, benevolent smile on his face.
"This…" Fors took a few steps forward, mustering her courage to examine Darkholm's corpse. She said solemnly, "It fits the characteristics of that extraordinary item, Qilingus. We must go, no, we must run!"
Fors did not forget her teacher's teachings and remained vigilant at all times. Using her "Master of Tricks" ability, she conjured up walls of ice around her that were not easily detected, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man in his thirties in the opposite house through the ice mirror.
Pirate General, qilangos !
Fors's mind raced, and she quickly pulled Hugh to the other side, away from the area directly opposite the door. Then, gritting her white teeth, she removed a bracelet that had been hidden under the ruffles of her cuff.
This silver bracelet features three rough, dark blue stones with scorched, uneven surfaces.
Fors snapped a stone off his shoulder and whispered in ancient Hermes:
"Door !"
Their bodies gradually became ethereal and vanished from the spot. Wei Gao stood at a distance, coldly watching the bewildered qilangos, a chilling smile playing on his lips. He muttered strangely slurred words as his figure gradually disappeared from the ground.
It's another tarot session.
Klein noticed that both Wei Gao and Audrey wore expressions of indescribable seriousness, which piqued his curiosity. Contrary to her usual behavior, Miss Justice didn't greet the members of the Tarot Club first, but instead spoke solemnly to the Hanged Man:
"The people I commissioned to investigate have discovered traces of qilangos."
"I found qilangos."
Wei Gao said.
The two women stared at each other, unsure of what to say. However, Audrey was genuinely bewildered, while Wei Gao was feigning it.
The first two chapters of today are here, and there will be one more this afternoon. I'm aiming for the recommendation slot today, so please help me by clicking the recommendation vote. Thank you everyone !