Chapter 160 Ceremony
"The inspection passed." As the gentleman left the backstage work area, he said, "I hope you will continue to work hard."
After saying that, he waved his hand and asked his team to walk out of the funeral home with him.
When the last member of the team disappeared through the door, and when the door closed due to inertia, Siatas inside the door visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"The problem is solved, nothing happened," she said, and then she looked at Mobet curiously, "Did you steal his judgment?"
"How can I possibly steal something like that?" Mobet hurriedly shook his head. "Even if I become a demigod, I may not be able to do it."
"Is it just that you have no vision?" Siatas tilted her head, "You made me worry for a long time."
"It seems to be true. We have overestimated the power of the government. No matter how powerful the church is, after all, the newcomers are just low-sequence beings. There is no need to look down on them."
"Anyway, it's done," Mobet said, holding the document he had gotten at some point, "without any problems."
"Yes." Siatas nodded, stood up and walked out the door, "It's good if it's done."
"I just hope this company won't be as short-sighted as this official team."
After saying that, Siatas reached out and wiped the wig, revealing the hair on the side, and at that moment, the pointed elf ears were also revealed.
And that moment was forever frozen on a piece of drawing paper.
"An elf, a tribesman...
On the top floor of the company, readers do not know the name of the woman in the painting, but her soft, shiny black hair and pointed, non-human ears undoubtedly reveal her ethnicity.
"Admiral Deepwater just died, and a strange elf came to visit. Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"
Next to the person who was reading the painting, the woman who was painting asked this question.
"Besides your Constantine family, how many elves are left in this world? It is suspicious that you are showing up at this time."
"Conway has fallen," the elf said without hesitation, "A proud elf will never associate with a demon."
"Yes," the woman stood up, "This can well explain the choice made by the first head of the Constantine family between [Death] and [Dark Side of the Universe]."
"Let's get back to the point," the woman turned and looked at another painting, "a powerful corpse of the Man in the Mirror
"This kind of thing has happened before," said a woman who had no elf features beside him, sipping hot tea. "The Man in the Mirror has been infiltrating Trier for a long time, and the company has received its corpses from time to time."
"Of course, we must admit that we have never seen a high-sequence [Mirror Man] corpse. This is the first time, and it is quite fresh."
"The Constantine Family and the Mirror World
There has never been a conflict. "The elf man glanced at the portrait of the female corpse and then turned his head away.
"We don't expose their infiltration into Trier, and they don't interfere with our [collection]."
"This corpse of the Man in the Mirror is so beautiful and so charming, there is only one possibility." The elf said as he looked at the map of Trier on the wall.
To be precise, he was watching the art of Trier.
"Witch."
"The Witch Cult, which is entrenched in the art district
[Pie] "The woman tilted her head, "Is this some kind of performance art? Or is this just their way of enjoying themselves?"
One ring?"
"During the Pale Age, the [Witch Cult] once cooperated with the God of Death," the elf closed his eyes, "Perhaps now they want to reestablish contact with your Spirit Cult?"
"To this end, they found a lost elf as an envoy and goodwill to send a signal to the Constantine family, so as to indirectly contact you who are cooperating with our family?"
"If it's for cooperation, they canDeath Faction] for 14 days for free. " The woman obviously disagreed with this statement.
"Why did you come to us, the Eternal Silence Sect?"
"We in the [Eternal Silence] only have two saints at most, and we don't even have any angels or level 0 sealed objects. We can only join forces with your Constantine family to survive."
"On the other hand, the Witch Cult, which was also defeated in the Pale Age, now has a strong military force and is supported by the remnants of Tamara. Its strength is unprecedented."
"What can we [Eternal Silence Sect] use to cooperate with them? If those witches really come, I'm afraid they will come to swallow us up."
"Who knows what the [Witch Cult] is thinking?" The elf shook his head helplessly. "In short, we can't ignore the existence of that tribe member. We need to contact them."
"Hold a funeral for the Man in the Mirror as soon as possible, and use the opportunity to contact him again."
Since the body was brought by these two people, there must be a high chance that they are willing to attend the funeral. By then, he can find an opportunity to meet this strange compatriot in person.
For elves, there is no more effective way to communicate than face to face.
"Okay," Siatas said in a very happy mood.
"Mobet, my people have been found, and we have made some progress in contacting them.
My goal will soon be achieved."
"Congratulations," Mobet smiled sincerely, "After so many thousands of years, I am finally able to reunite with my people. It is such a blessing."
"It's time for me to start my quest."
"What about your search?" Siatas went around to the other side of Mobet and continued to ask, "Aren't you also going to look for the members of your family?"
"I changed my mind," Mobet stroked his hair, "Unlike you, I don't have such a strong desire to reunite, and the old man is still alive, which also explains a lot."
"Since He is still alive, the family line must still be going on. We can put this matter aside for now."
"Rather than returning to my family, I want to revive
Family," he licked his lips involuntarily, "I want to return to the family with glory, so before I return to the family, I will promote myself to demigod."
"What?" Siatas blurted out in surprise.
"You want to... chase divinity?"
"Yes," said Mobet, "does that sound unrealistic?"
"No, that's not the case, it's just…" As she spoke, Siatas looked Mobet up and down, as if she was imagining what he would look like after becoming a demigod.
"It's just that I'm a little...uncomfortable. You haven't had any pursuits so far."
"I am trapped in that travel book, besides pursuing
What else can I pursue besides you?"
Mobet shook his head in self-mockery.
I noticed that Siatas's cheeks turned slightly red.
"I can't find strength in that book.
But now that I have left the book, I have to continue my journey of advancement."
"Even if you know the potion formula, you haven't started collecting the ingredients for the potion yet, right?" Siatas reminded, "How do you plan to advance?"
"Complete the ceremony first, and we can talk about the rest later," Mobet said without hesitation, "The ceremony required for promotion takes a long time, and it is not surprising even if it takes several years."
"With so much time, I can complete the ritual while collecting potion materials. Rather than saying that potion materials are hard to find, it's better to say that the opportunity to perform the ritual is even more rare."
"Once you encounter it, you would rather it not work, but you must never let it go."
As he spoke, Mobet's thoughts drifted back to thousands of years ago, back to the time of the Fourth Epoch.
Wait.
He remembered clearly that he had several relatives who had already prepared a full set of potion materials, but they just couldn't find a suitable subject for the ritual.
Finally, under the orders of the family, they could only hand over the potion materials they had worked so hard to find to other juniors who had completed the ritual, and watch them get promoted.
And Mobet always remembered the family's teachings.
Education:
"[As long as you encounter an opportunity, no matter where you are,
List a few, we should have the courage to try, even the most part-time job 1"[As long as you encounter an opportunity, no matter what sequence you are in, you should be brave enough to try, even if it means losing the opportunity in the end.]"
"So, what is your promotion ceremony?" Siatas asked curiously, "Tell me about it."
Mobet glanced at Siatas, then turned around and looked around, as if to confirm whether anyone was eavesdropping.
Finally, he made sure that no one was eavesdropping, turned his head back, and answered Siatas's question in a low voice.
"Designing and deeply participating in an extremely sophisticated scam, and ultimately using the scam to cause a demigod or a being of the same level to fall into a desperate situation of destruction."Chapter 161: Towards Destiny
"Designing and deeply participating in an extremely sophisticated scam, and ultimately using the scam to cause a demigod or a being of the same level to fall into a desperate situation of destruction."
"How is this possible?"
"Even if it's possible, where can we find Beyonder properties to mix potions?"
The characteristics of the "thief" are just like being eaten up by people...
Many thousands of years ago, the original [Zoroaster] sighed helplessly in front of his best friend, with whom he had not yet broken up.
"It seems that our two families are destined to not be able to rise from this era of conflict like others." The original [Jacob] said helplessly.
"Let's hide before the catastrophe spreads," Zoroaster suggested. "I know a place where there are few people and maybe we can avoid the catastrophe."
"Okay," Jacob agreed immediately, "We have the highest ranking in our two families. Let's go there to investigate first, and then the whole family will move there to avoid the war among the gods!!"
The moment you drink the sequence potion, you have chosen your enemies and friends.
Competitors on adjacent paths are your enemies, and superiors on the same path are your inevitable fate.
But perhaps the old saying was wrong. At that time, the two close friends who were both on the path of "Thief" were so cordial and kind that even their competition for the power of sequence was based on mutual respect.
Or perhaps, the old saying is not wrong, and Jacob and Zoroaster's friendship can only delay the inevitable fate.
Perhaps, the moment they laid eyes on the desecrated slab, they had already realized this fate.
Perhaps, they rejected the struggle for power from the very beginning, hoping to escape to the ends of the earth to avoid the inevitable breakup in the future.
Escape and escape, escape across continents and oceans, escape across canyons and mountains.
They escaped, it seemed as if they had really escaped to the place they had always dreamed of.
There are no embers of the fallen ancient sun god, nor are there any wrestling matches between the gods of [0] in the human world.
at.
It seems like a good place to take refuge.
But, but.
Even if they escaped the death of the ancient sun god and the disputes between the old gods and the new gods, they could not escape the fate that was within them.
Perhaps, even if the one in charge of the starry sky
The [Ring of Fate] that controls [life] and the [Key of Light] that controls [fate] cannot break free of their respective fate and destiny.
[Zoroaster] and [Jacob] thought they had escaped to a wasteland beyond the sight of the gods, but in fact, they were only escaping to fate.
Escaped to Antarctica.
The ancient past echoes in this moment.
The moment Mobet Zoroastrian cast his eyes toward divinity, it was as if he had set off a tide of fate.
The tide surged from the ancient past of the [River of Destiny]. When the gods and angels discovered the tide, it was already impossible to trace its source or track it.
Mobet himself knew nothing about this.
At this moment, he was taking a large sum of money to a ready-made clothing store in Trier to customize the clothes he liked.
"The color should be black, and whether
"It has to be asymmetrical left, right, up, and down," Mobet said, pulling out a diagram. "It's probably like this."
"Oh?" The owner of the clothing store took the diagram and looked at it carefully. "Ancient costumes of the Solomon Empire? This is out of date. It needs to be customized."
"Of course," Mobet was obviously prepared for this question, "I've recently become fascinated by a stage play in ancient costumes, so I really want to experience the attire of the nobles of the Solomon Empire in the play."
"Do you think this money is enough?"
As he spoke, Mobet put a large sum of Felkins in front of the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper immediately softened his attitude.
"I'll find someone to make it for you with the best fabric.Yes, come back in two days to pick it up. "
When Mobet walked out of the shop, the owner's voice floated out and Mobet couldn't help but smile.
"Is this some kind of ritual?" Siatas said, leaning against the glass display cabinet at the door of the store. "To show that you are challenging your old goal again, you deliberately retrieved your old clothes first?"
"That's understandable," Mobet was obviously very satisfied with this, "By the way, where did you go last night? You didn't even come back to sleep..."
"What's wrong? Are you afraid that someone will sleep with me and I'll run away?" Siatas was obviously dismissive of this. "It's business."
"I went to a Beyonder gathering. Of course, I was in disguise," Siatas said, lowering her voice. "It took me a long time just to find the gathering."
"Do you remember Gayas?" Siatas asked, "He was the false cardinal we met near the train station."
"Of course I remember. You discovered his existence by using the Sailor Path's extreme sensitivity to those who are superior to you."
"That's right," Siatas nodded, "Doesn't your promotion ceremony require a demigod who can cheat death? I think this guy is quite suitable. The remaining characteristics after his death can be used by me, killing two birds with one stone."
"Didn't Edwina say that before? The Eternal Sun and the Lord of Storms are enemies, and Intis is the territory of the Eternal Sun. Gayas is here to intrude on the enemy camp."
"If he breaks into the enemy camp, he's either looking for something or fighting. He definitely can't win a fight in the enemy's base camp, so he can only be looking for something."
"So I went to that party last night to listen to see if there was anyone or anything worth paying attention to recently. Maybe that was Gayes's goal."
"Very smart, Siatas." Mobet turned his head and looked at her in surprise. "So, what is Gayes looking for?"
"I don't know," Siatas said confidently, "I'll go listen again today."
"I wish you good luck," Mobet turned his head to the other side, "We can't put all our hopes on that cardinal. We have to find other demigods and discuss it together."
"How can it be so easy to find a demigod? He's not Gehrman Sparrow," Siatas curled her lips when she said this, "We'll see a lot of them tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, a bunch of demigods will be waiting in that embassy for him to attend a banquet, and then they will be eager to kill him."
"If he could spare a demigod to kill us
"No, no ...
"Just let him enjoy it by himself, don't give us any, not even a single one!!"
As he spoke, Mobet's mind couldn't help but emerge from the battle in "Groselle's Travels".
[The King of the North] is by no means a demigod in the standard sense, but just a mad beast of mixed qualities. But even so, even if it only has a little divinity, it can still trouble them for thousands of years.
But having said that, perhaps they were destined to be unable to compete with the King of the North until the pages of that travelogue reached the end.
But no matter what, if one wants to plot against a demigod with a mortal body, one must make careful plans, otherwise the only outcome will be self-destruction.
"Take your time," Mobet sighed, "I hope the Sun can help me find the one-eye of the Chemi parasite."
"I hope the resources in that [God-forsaken Land] are really that rich."Chapter 162: Changes in the God-Forsaken Land
The God-forsaken land, the City of Silver.
"How could this happen?" Elder Lovia flipped through ancient books in the library in agitation. "This doesn't make sense at all."
"I have followed the Lord's instructions and used the [Shadow of God] to saturate the pipes connected to the outside world. Although the [Shadow of God] has faded a bit due to the Chief's [Storm of Light], why...
"Why hasn't the door to the outside world been opened yet? Even if there is a subsequent opening process, there should at least be some signs?!
"Which step went wrong?"
"Do we really have to explore the dangerous [Giant King's Court]?"
"Good morning, Elder Lovia," just then, Derrick Berg walked into the library, "It's morning now, right?"
"It was in the morning, yes," Lovia greeted him politely, "There were more thunder and lightning sounds in the morning."
"Elder, what you have in your hand is…" Although Derrick couldn't trust Lovia, he still maintained basic courtesy, "The Genealogy of the Phoenix? Are you studying the Phoenix?"
"Yes," Lovia sighed, "The tragedy of the former chief is still fresh in my mind."
"I don't understand. The previous chief performed the ritual very well, and the Demon Hunter potion was fully digested. Even if he lost control due to a failed promotion, he shouldn't have mutated to such an extent, right?"
"It's not like I haven't seen a crazy phoenix before..." Lovia turned the page and said, "I can't understand it."
"So, Elder, what have you discovered?" Derrick walked down and began to look for the book he needed. "I'm also a little curious about the Phoenix."
"I don't think you can learn anything from reading this book," Lovia closed the book and looked at the title. "This is a history book."
"It probably introduces how [Phoenix Ancestor] Graygari conquered the seven subordinate gods under her command, and how she established her own kingdom from the disputes among the gods."
"All those subordinate gods are dead." Lovia
He took another book and then pulled out the bookmark. "Pasoskala, Jeshuton, Callumgard... none of them are still alive."
"Derrick, what are you doing here again?
"Lovia looked at Derrick Berg, "Monster Atlas? What monster are you looking for?"
"Hmm…" Derrick was a little stumped by the question. If possible, he really didn't want to discuss this with Elder Lovia. "Hmm…"
But if I don't say anything, wouldn't it seem even more suspicious?
"I don't know what that monster is called," Derrick said slowly, weighing each word carefully, "I only know its general habits..."
"I came across a torn diary when I was in the afternoon town," he began to talk nonsense, "and the diary recorded one or two strange monsters.
"So I wanted to see if those monsters really existed...
"Is that so?" Lovia turned her head back and continued reading her book. "I wish you good luck in your search."
After saying that, Lovia lowered her head and continued to look at the new book in her hand.
"Demon Wolf Chronicles: From God and Offspring". 'Lovia tilted her head, seeming a little confused, but she finally opened the book.
"Before the Creator's power spreads across the world, before the eternal glory spreads across the earth."
'Even the old gods fear the Long Night of Wolves.'
'If you listen carefully on a dark, starless night, you can hear the distant howl of wolves echoing in every distant shadow.'
"The howls of fear, pain, and joy are intertwined and cannot be distinguished."
"No one dares to trace the source of this wolf's howl, because the end of this wolf's howl is only death and madness.
'Ten years, a hundred years... the wolves will howl and the fear will never cease.'
"It was not until the light of the Creator spread across the earth that people finally gained enlightenment from their fears."
"God said, on a dark, starless night, the Wolf Lord woke up from a deep dream, and seven concubines were waiting in front of him, offering him lustful pleasure.""Seven concubines gave birth to eleven children. The Wolf Sons and their subordinate gods built the history of the Demon Wolf.
Luo Weiya rubbed her eyes and was about to turn the page.
But before she could move her hand, someone else reached out and snatched the book away.
Luo Weiya looked up in astonishment and saw that the person who took the book was a man she had never met before.
This person covered his eyes with a gorgeous dark blue eye mask and a layer of dark blue silk clothes. He held the stolen book in his hand and read it calmly, as if his eyes could see through the eye mask.
"Who are you?!" Lovia stepped back immediately, and the Silver Knight Ghost appeared behind her, "How did you get in?!"
"Elder?" Derrick, who was standing by, was also shocked. "What happened?!"
"Derrick, leave here! Go find the chief now!!" A flesh-and-bone sword appeared in Lovia's hand. "He is not from Silver City!!"
"Shuula----"
Before Derrick and Lovia could react, a voice came from the man.
That was the sound of him turning the pages.
"It's a good book," he said with a polite smile, "Excuse me, could you please give me the bookmark? It would be a pity if such a good book lost its original bookmark."
This was standard Loenese, which was beyond the scope of Lovia's understanding, but Derrick understood it immediately.
"People outside of Silver City... His eyes widened immediately, 'From the Loen where Miss Justice and the others live!!!
"Oh, sorry," the man shook his head and repeated in Giant language, "Can you please pass me the bookmark?"
"Book...bookmark?" Lovia was stunned for a moment, and looked at her left hand involuntarily, "Don't be ridiculous!!"
"Derrick, hurry up!!!"
"Do you want to leave this land?"
"Ah?" Lovia and Derrick were both stunned. "What did you say?"
"Is there any way to leave this land?
"Less." The man raised his left hand.
I don't know when there is already a dark bookmark, "But if it's a city-wide scale, there is only one way."
As he spoke, the man turned another page of the book. For some reason, when he saw this page, he smiled.
"That is to kill the former [real creation
Lord]," he closed the book, "kill the strongest angel king, Sasriel."
"Who?" Lovia blurted out, "Kill who?"
But the figure of this outsider has begun to fade
It was blurred, as if it had been erased by an eraser. Before Lovia and Derrick could react, the man disappeared.
It was as if everything had never happened and was just a dream.
However, Derrick and Lovia knew that this was definitely not a dream, because that person really took away Lovia's books and bookmarks.
"Go find the chief right now!!" Lovia looked at
Derrick blurted out, "Immediately!!"
"Okay… okay…" Derrick finally reacted and rushed out of the library.
"boom!!!!"
Before Derrick could take two steps, a huge explosion was heard.
The bunker where the sealed object was stored was blown up.
A large hole, a large number of seals floated out from the hole, suspended in the air, suspended over the outsider.
around.
The outsider raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
A slight shattering sound was heard from midair, and soon, all the floating seals were shattered, turning into extraordinary properties of various shapes.
And those extraordinary characteristics are all pitch black
Colorful.
All of them are [Night] paths.
A large area of darkness poured out from his body, and the endless darkness turned into giant black wolves that pounced on him.
Countless extraordinary characteristics in mid-air.
In a moment, countless extraordinary featuresAfter a while, the floating seals were all shattered and restored into extraordinary objects of various shapes.
characteristic.
Those extraordinary characteristics are all black.
All of them are [Night] paths.
A large area of darkness poured out from His body, and the endless darkness transformed into giant black wolves, pouncing towards the countless Beyonder Characteristics in the air.
In a short while, countless extraordinary characteristics were devoured.
And along with the disappearance of the last characteristic, the outsider also disappeared into the eternal night of the City of Silver.
It was as if he had never been there.Chapter 163 Numbers and Angels
"Report."
A non-member of the six-member council walked into the meeting room.
"According to statistics, a total of 5,974 sealed objects were taken away during this incident, and 218 sealed objects escaped."
"Among them, 2,689 Sequence 9-level sealed objects were lost; 1,278 Sequence 8-level sealed objects; 1,008 Sequence 7-level sealed objects; 713 Sequence 6-level sealed objects; and 284 Sequence 5-level sealed objects were lost."
"Finally, two Saint-level Sealed Artifacts (Sequence 4) were lost."
"All the seals that were taken away were from the Path of Darkness. In fact, we no longer have any seals from the Path of Darkness in our inventory, but the residents of Silver City may still have some left."
"Got it." Colin Iliad sighed, "Go down."
This sigh is filled with helplessness and bitterness, fatigue and hardship.
For thousands of years, the City of Silver has survived in this land abandoned by the gods.
Cruelty, bloodthirstiness, madness... countless difficulties have been with us since the day God abandoned this land.
Be it the parricide curse or the demonic tide in the darkness, no matter how great the crisis, no matter how difficult it was, the City of Silver persevered in the end.
These sealed objects were proof of their perseverance, or in other words, it was these rare objects hidden deep beneath the seals that witnessed the ups and downs of Silver City, just like the layers of growth rings within a giant tree.
But all of this vanished in an instant.
Yes, in front of the foreign angel, in just a moment, all 5974 layers of annual rings were taken away, as if their persistence was just a sad joke.
How could this not make Colin Iliad sigh?
"Chief," Lovia said carefully, "the outsider told us something."
"Something about leaving this land."
"Sasriel?" the chief repeated.
"I haven't even heard of that name."
"I'm afraid I'll have to consult some ancient books then."
"Should we continue our exploration of the Giant King's Court?" asked White Hillmon.
"If what the outsider said is true, then there is no need for us to continue exploring the Giant King's Court."
"But that little boy Jack came from the Giant King's Court," another council member retorted, "If we can get in, we can get out. We absolutely cannot give up this direction!!"
"Besides, the foreign angel just said
After that, they took away nearly 6,000 of our sealed objects.
How can you trust Him like this?!"
The six-member council quickly became a mess and began to argue about the future of Silver City.
However, as a member of the six-member council,
Lovia was not involved.
She just closed her eyes and prayed silently in her heart.
"The fate of Silver City is becoming increasingly confusing.
She turned her head and looked at the dark sky filled with lightning. 'The forces outside of Silver City appeared one after another.
[Amon], [The Fool], My Lord, [Angel of the Night]... What other outsiders will appear in Silver City in the future? What other disasters will befall Silver City in the future?'
"My lord, the great [Angel of Destiny] Ouroboros, please guide the complicated and confusing fate of Silver City."
Derrick paced back and forth in the house anxiously, not knowing what to do.
He imagined that he could ask Mr. Fool
Pray, hoping for a response or revelation, but after thinking it over, he rejected this option.
Because the Tarot meeting is tomorrow, we can wait a day and there is no need to disturb Mr. Fool now.
For this, he had waited for a long day until now.
This period of time is quite important for him.The appearance of an external angel in the City of Silver was as urgent as the situation with Amon, not to mention that this angel had taken away so many Sealed Objects as soon as he appeared.
"More importantly, who is Sasriel?" Derrick's thoughts drifted back to that name. He was actually said to be the strongest angel.
"Why do you say that the strongest angel king is the former [True Creator]? Could it be that Sasriel is the real name of the [True Creator]?
'That's not right? Calling out the true name of a god will bring divine punishment, but at that time, there was obviously no divine punishment...
"How strange... The more Derrick thought about it, the more serious the situation became. 'How strange.'
Derrick struggled with all kinds of doubts and anxieties for so long, until the crimson light overwhelmed him like a tide.
Knowing this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Good afternoon, Mr. [Fool]~"
"Amon recently arrived in Backlund,
When Klein announced the news of Amon's arrival, just like in the original world line, it caused an uproar.
"Amon..." When Mobet heard this familiar name, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, "He... is really still alive...
"The original Amon family member is really still alive
"This......." Derrick originally thought that the matter over there was urgent enough, but he didn't expect that Mr. Fool would announce something even more urgent right at the beginning.
Derrick shuddered at the thought of Amon.
"Dear Mr. [Fool], may I ask why Amon is here?" Mobet asked anxiously, "Where else will He go?"
Klein considered his words, smiled, looked around and said:
"Looking for you."
Looking for us? These words were like bolts of lightning, which suddenly woke up Magician Fors and the others, and their spines went numb.
It seems that the purpose of Amon's trip is obvious.
"If that's the case...Everyone in Backlund, try to pretend that nothing has happened during this period," Mobet said immediately, "Try to stay away from people who wear a monocle in their right eye."
"Wearing a monocle on the right eye?" Cattleya looked at Mobet in confusion, "What does that mean?"
"That was the main feature of the Amon family," Mobet explained. "It was a common feature of my time.
Something a thief knows."
Mobet's words came to an abrupt halt, and his body seemed to be frozen.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the person who made the knock.
At the top of the ancient long table, he looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist.
Everyone swallowed involuntarily and waited for the [patient] to speak.
"Don't worry about him."
Klein's calm voice came over.
It passed the bronze table and floated past the ears of the Tarot Club members, as if at this moment, the world line had not changed at all.
"Don't worry about him."
These words lingered in the ears of all members.
It lingered in their hearts, as if it were some kind of magic potion, instantly soothing the anxiety and ups and downs in everyone's hearts.
It's exactly the same as what happened in the original world line.
"Well, the great [Fool]
Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Derrick slowly raised his hand, "I hope I didn't interrupt your speech...
"But here in our Silver City, something urgent has happened.
"The strongest angel king, Sassili
Er," [lover] Mobet repeated, "the former [real creator]..."
"The strongest angel king, Sasriel," [lover] Mobet repeated, "the former [true creator]...
"This is very important information," Alger exclaimed. "You said that this was told to you by an angel from the Path of Night?"
"That's right," Derrick nodded. "The angel then blew up our treasure house and stole all the seals of the Night Path.
"6,000 pieces..." Cattleya murmured again, "Do you still remember what this Angel of the Night looks like? If you manifest it, maybe I will recognize him."
"The Hidden Sage has instilled this knowledge in me," Cattleya said, "I know the appearance and general background of every angel in the Church of Evernight today."
"No problem, Miss Hermit," Derrick began to ask The Fool for instructions, "I remember it very clearly."
Of course, Klein agreed to his request, and within a moment, the image of a person was materialized.
"This......" Cattleya's eyes widened, "This is......
"What's wrong, Miss Hermit?" Audrey looked at her. "Don't you know this angel?"
"No, I know her," Cattleya stared at the image of the angel, "but I didn't expect that the one who came would be...
"The head of the choir of the Church of Night, Aravius, is an angel with a mysterious origin and a mysterious life story. He is one of the candidates for the next Pope."
"Even the Hidden Sage cannot peek into His past, but there has always been a rumor..." Cattleya swallowed her saliva, "a rumor that is widely circulated."
"Legend has it that this Alaves is the offspring of the goddess of night, a son of God walking in the world!!"
"The offspring of the goddess..." Audrey couldn't help but cover her mouth, "No way..."
"The son of the goddess of night?" Mobet looked at the image of the angel carefully.
"Isn't it normal for gods to have children?" Siatas couldn't understand the expressions of the crowd. "His Majesty the Elf King has several children."
"It's not normal," Alger shook his head, "It can be said to be very abnormal."
"In this extraordinary and secluded fifth era, any traces of the extraordinary have long been covered up by the authorities. Ordinary people all live in ignorance and are protected by ignorance."
"Let's not talk about anything else. Just talking about our sea, even if the five seas are filled with extraordinary pirates, they can't shake the mainstream pattern of the extraordinary hidden world."
"Superstition, illusion, new weapons... the official mainstream media has been using these words to whitewash the sea and has been supporting fantasy writers to describe the sea. It can be said that this approach has been adopted for many years."
"The purpose is to portray the sea as a mysterious place, to confuse countless realities into legends, and to cover up the fact that humans can also control extraordinary realities."
"But a Son of God..." Alger narrowed his eyes, "A Son of God walking in the world... This fact itself is enough to break all official propaganda."
"For those who are unaware of the extraordinary, the moment they learn that [Gods] really exist, they will try to reach out to Gods, and eventually be seduced by the evil gods, bringing about countless disasters."
"There's precedent for this."
"So I don't understand why the Church of Darkness would allow a son of God to serve as a teacher? This doesn't make sense at all!!