Chapter 114 Name
The writing of the quill on the scroll seemed to have come to an end.
"...Klein Moretti shepherded the Aurora Society's divine messenger. The special flesh and blood magic allowed the characteristics of the two [Shepherds] to merge and be enhanced."
"After that, he wrote the wrong symbol and saw the blasphemous card named The Fool. Finally, he opened the correct door to leave with the symbol of night."
"Klein Moretti managed to escape from the hidden kingdom without any help from anyone, including the Narrator."
"The terrifying midnight in the foggy town ends here."
In the office with a tense atmosphere, Leonard Mitchell did not put his feet on the table as usual. He sat very seriously with a serious expression.
"Old man, please say something..." Leonard whispered, "Who is this guy who broke into Chanis Gate?"
...Pallez said nothing, just waited as if he was sleeping.
"Say something!" Leonard urged quietly, "Don't play dead!!"
"Alright, alright," Pales said, clearly getting impatient. "It's not like anything was lost anyway, why are you in such a hurry?"
"The Church of Darkness will not tolerate another intrusion. The defense of Chanis Gate will be unprecedentedly improved, and no one will be able to break in again. You can rest assured."
"You really don't know the identity of the thief?" Leonard obviously didn't intend to give up this topic, "It was you who reminded me!!"
"Do I have to tell you if you ask me?" Pales asked back, "Do you think I am your bodyguard or nanny?"
"If you ask me, you should just stay still and don't show off. Isn't it better to be alive if you get involved in so many weird and high-level events?"
"But...."
Leonard wanted to say something else, but he keenly noticed that someone else was about to come in, so he stopped asking questions and listened attentively.
Soest entered the room and threw a stack of papers on the table:
"This is the target we need to investigate.
The church members provided a list of the believers who had been frequenting the church recently."
Leonard glanced over and saw a familiar name in the middle back of the homepage:
Dawn, Dantes!
"No way..." He couldn't help thinking, "Could it be Klein who did it?"
'The means match, the motives seem to match... barely...!
"I'll have to find a time to enter his dream and ask him later."
Just then, Daly came in with another stack of documents and slammed them on the table.
"The temple has sent urgent information about Ince Zangwill." Her eyes were calm, but her anxious tone betrayed her true emotions. "It's very important."
"What is this... Soster covered his head, "Why are all the recent things so important? Which one should we check first?"
"Hurry up and tell me!!" Leonard's attention was obviously diverted, "How important is it?!"
"This is the story that came out of the Church of Knowledge.
"The report," Daly flipped through the documents, "Ince Zangwill was possessed by an evil spirit, a very powerful evil spirit."
"The initial speculation is that the bastard tried to use the power of [0-08] to control the terrifying evil spirit, but because the evil spirit was too powerful, he failed miserably and instead controlled him and took away the ownership of [0-08]."
"This is impossible!!"
Leonard stood up and exclaimed.
"That's [0-08]! A level 0 seal! How could it not be able to suppress an evil?
Spirit? What's the name of that evil spirit?"
"Let me think...." Daly recalled, "The name of the evil spirit is...
"Soren Einhorn Medici."
Leonard was about to speak again when he paused.It was as if he was frightened.
He was indeed frightened because he just heard a voice that didn't belong to him.
That was the first time he heard the breath of the "Thief" that was parasitic in his body.
"Soren Einhorn Medici...Inside the Witch Cult headquarters, the Witch Cult Pope, [Gray Witch] Judith Chick's eyelids twitched, "Are you sure? Yuna?"
"This is information leaked from the Church of Knowledge. It's absolutely correct," [Silver Witch] Yuna Tamara knelt on one knee and reported, "As you know, I have a lover who is the Archbishop of the Church of Knowledge."
"According to him, the Church of Knowledge has informed the royal families of Intis and Feysac of this news. There is no doubt that the two royal families will make big moves soon."
"Of course they will make a big move, just like us." Judith sat up straight, "The Angel King is not dead yet... He has turned into a hybrid evil spirit..."
"Where is Bora Kashi?" He stared at Yuna, which made Yuna feel uneasy. "Where did your brother go on vacation? Tell Him to come back immediately and destroy the evil spirit and its host, Ince Zangwill!!"
"Yes, sir! I'll go right away!!"
After saying that, Yuna flew into the mirror world and disappeared without a trace.
Judith sat back in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief. Next to her, another angel, the Yellow Witch, came forward.
"Your Holiness," He saluted respectfully, "I can go out now to eliminate Ince Zangwill and that mixed evil spirit."
"No," Judith shook her head, "We can't mess around with that guy, or it might ruin Mother's big plan."
"It's safest to let Bora Kashi go. Even if he fails, it doesn't matter. After all..." She narrowed her eyes, "I have never trusted Him."
"Your Holiness, I still don't understand what exactly did Bora Kash do? It's been more than a thousand years, and you're still worried about him?" The Yellow Witch asked curiously.
"Is it because Tamara's family is also related to the special [Mirror World] of Trier in the Fourth Epoch?"
"Tamara? Oh," Judith sneered, "You think Boracash's last name is Tamara? Who told you? Did you guess?"
"Aren't Yuna and Him siblings? Yuna's last name is Tamara?" [Yellow Witch] was a little confused, "Could it be that they are step-siblings?"
"No, they are indeed siblings from the same father and mother," Judith closed her eyes, "they ran away from home together and went to Tamara's house together."
"It's just that Yuna was very open about changing her last name, but Bora Kash was uncomfortable with it."
"To be honest, these two siblings are older than me."115 The Composition of Destiny
Klein lay down on his own soft big bed, enjoying the comfort and pleasure.
This was a good break for him after fighting in that foggy town all night.
Of course, he still asked Miss Justice for psychological treatment.
Unlike the original world line, in this world line, Klein did not look directly at Panatia's incomplete mythical creature form, so the spirit was not infected or impacted.
However, in contrast, in the original world line, there was no mysterious figure praising Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and Antigonus did not cast a glance at him, so Klein's mental state was still very poor.
But it's still slightly better than the original timeline.
He even had the energy to complain.
'Fortunately, Mr. A's [Record Officer] still had two pages of [Transmission] left so I could return in time. He was quite thankful, 'Otherwise I would have to give up the identity of Dwayne Dantes.'
[The Fool]... Klein silently recited it once. The Sequence 0 of the [Fortune Teller] path turned out to be [Patient].
After clearly understanding the words on the tarot card, Klein once again felt the same way as when he heard Zaratul say his name.
At this moment, a strong sense of fate emerged in his heart, and he felt that everything had been arranged from the very beginning, just like what [0-08] did.
Just then his expression suddenly froze.
[Fate] ...Klein recalled the [Master of Fate] mentioned by Will Ausetin, "Could it be that I became a [Fool] because of that [Master of Fate]?"
'It's possible... His status seems to be quite exaggerated, and I can't even understand him. He seems to be stronger than the Seven Gods. Maybe he can really interfere with that gray area.
"But the gray fog is clearly strongly related to the [Fortune Teller] path, and this path most likely does not have a sequence 0? Could it be that the [Master of Fate] is the true god of the adjacent path?
[Apprentice]? [Thief]? That's not right... Mr. [Gate] is still alive. He is definitely not at Sequence 0. With him stuck, there can't be a true God in [Apprentice]'s path.
[Thief]? Even more impossible? Amon is still alive, and obviously not in the sequence... He is quite interested in the gray fog, but no matter what, He cannot be the [Master of Fate]."
After thinking about it, Klein felt more and more that he might have been noticed by the "Master of Fate". This made him anxious and he couldn't wait to meet the unborn baby.
This Sequence 1 [Snake of Fate] could definitely tell what had happened to his fate.
"Do you suspect that the [Master of Fate] arranged your [fate]?" Will burst out laughing when he heard this. "This is the funniest joke I've heard this year!!"
"Excuse me, please let me laugh for a moment
Klein's eyelids twitched.
He had just finished psychotherapy and came to see Will Auceptin, not to listen to him laugh at him.
The paper crane was almost broken and was covered with words, but this did not bother Klein because he changed to a red pen to write.
"What's so funny?" Klein interrupted his laughter, "I'm asking a very serious question!!"
"But the essence behind this question is so funny…hahaha…"
Will Auceptin wiped away the tears of laughter with his chubby little hands, lay down in the crib again, and continued to speak with an undiminished smile.
"I believe that you have been arranged by fate, but the arranger cannot possibly be the Master of Fate. He will just be like Amon, eager to devour you."
"Let me give you a piece of advice, Klein Moretti." He restrained his smile and became a little more serious. "The more you believe in fate, the less you can change it. This is one of the mottos of our [Monster] Path."
"Roselle seems to have written an opera called something like... Oedipus Rex or something like that... You can go and watch it when you have time. That opera vividly explains what "fate" means.""I've seen it," Klein said half-truthfully, "So, what is the difference between [fate] and [destiny]?"
"Let me guess, the high-sequence ability of your [Monster] path is to change the fate of others or write their fate?"
"No," Will shook his head, "That's not the ability of our [Destiny] path, nor is it the ability of the [Fate] path. That's the ability of the [Fate] path or the [Lost Dreamer] path."
"Don't ask what the path of [fate] is, and don't ask who the [master of fate] is. In short, you just need to know that it is also a path of blessing."
"As for the difference between [fate] and [destiny] that you asked about, let me give you an example."
"First, we will gather together everything related to fate and treat it as an infinitely long river."
"In this long river, the path of destiny is every drop of water in this long river."
"And the path of destiny is the direction of the flow of the river, including where it has flowed in the past and where it will flow in the future."
"The path of destiny is the river's course, and rather than planning the direction of the river, the river's course focuses more on shaping the river's shape."
"These three influence and restrict each other, and ultimately together they form the main body of the [Long River of Fate]. On this basis, there is room for the [Sleeping Man], [Thief], [Fortune Teller] and other paths to play."
"If, I mean if, the [Master of Fate] really gave you a certain [fate], then you would definitely be able to sense the existence of [fate], very obviously."
"It is impossible for the [Master of Fate] to arrange you, and you don't need to know the reason."
"Remember my words, the more you believe in fate, the more you can't escape it."
Meanwhile, the Böklund Street sewer
Hazel Macht is still digging the crypt where Flora Jacob is buried.
Her recent progress has been quite good. Conservatively estimated, it will only take a few days to dig out her teacher, and she will definitely be rewarded for it, and will soon be able to obtain more extraordinary powers.
But at this moment, she suddenly stopped, her eyes went dark, and she fainted.
At her feet, a pair of hands pierced the soil, then pressed down on the ground, and slowly pulled the body out from under the soil.
That is the Demigod of the Thief Path, Flora Jacob!!
"Thank you for your hard work," Flora Jacob smiled, "Your work is more effective than your conservative estimate."
"I finally have a body that I can move freely."
She clenched her fists and moved them slightly.
"This is an inevitable result, a destined fate.
Chapter 116 Tranquil Church
The headquarters of the Church of Night, the Church of Tranquility.
The magnificent murals and stained windows, dotted with stars, glow with a crimson brilliance.
The crimson glow sprinkled on the dark long table and on the four figures sitting at the four ends of the table.
A man was wearing a gorgeous robe carved with star patterns and holding a dark and dull sacred staff.
One of them was wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, and bare feet without shoes or socks.
A man was wearing a pitch-black and dark red robe, a tight leather jacket, and an ancient sword on his waist.
The last person covered his eyes with a gorgeous dark blue eye mask and a layer of dark blue silk clothes, sitting quietly in his seat.
"I think everyone has finished reading these documents," the man in the gorgeous robe pushed the paper in front of him, "Once again, someone is trying to get what's behind Chanis's door, and is very close to success."
"If the goddess had not personally intervened through [0-17], that person would have succeeded in the theft."
"So, Alavus," the man in the robes looked at the man wearing a gorgeous eye mask opposite him, "is the exiled intruder still alive?"
Outside the high council hall of the Quiet Church, Christa Cecima was pacing back and forth, extremely anxious.
"Be quiet for a moment, Cecima," said one
The man sat on a seat nearby and looked at Cecima, "If you keep walking like this, you'll walk through the floor."
"I'm sorry, Zomanallah," Cecima sighed and sat down, "I just can't keep calm."
"Once again, Chanis Gate has been invaded again," he clenched his hands into fists, "How can I not be anxious at this critical moment?"
"Oh," Zuo Manallah smiled bitterly, "What else can we do? Just wait patiently. Perhaps His Holiness the Pope and the angels can discuss and come up with a solution."
As he spoke, Zuomanala's pupils darkened a little, and Sequence 4 level [Requiem] gently soothed Cecima's restless soul.
Cecima took a deep breath and calmed down completely.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time.
Right?" Zuo Manalla looked at the door of the Supreme Council Hall. "Lord Alaves hasn't spoken in the meeting for a long time. Maybe he will speak this time?"
"I hope that adult won't post
"Every time He speaks,
The atmosphere of the meeting was so dull that water could drip down the drain."
Generally speaking, during the annual routine meetings of the Church of Night, the archbishops would chat enthusiastically and actively express various opinions.
This will help the missionary work and development of the Church of Night.
It helps to make accurate judgments on various matters, and also helps the semi-saints to maintain their humanity and maintain their status.
But the premise of all this is that Alavice doesn't speak.
In most meetings, Alavis would just sit in his seat without saying a word, listening from the beginning to the end, without saying anything, not participating in any interaction, and no one would consult him.
opinions,
He was simply sitting there.
After the meeting is over and everyone has left, he will definitely stay there, continuing to sit upright in his seat, without saying a word or moving an inch.
According to some unreliable information, whenever this
Sometimes He would talk to Himself in the meeting room, and no one knew what He was saying or to whom He was talking.
In short, this angel rarely speaks during meetings. However, if He really speaks during a meeting, the atmosphere of the entire meeting will definitely become quite depressing.
The last time He spoke in a meeting was during the emergency meeting after Ince Zangwill stole the Pen of Aleshuod and defected from the church. The atmosphere of that meeting was even more gloomy than death.
"Yes, that gentleman really has
After thinking for a while, he finally came up with a word.
"No matter what, I hope everything will develop in a good direction."then, the door opened.
Cecima and Zuomananla stood up quickly and faced the door respectfully.
Arianna, wearing a bark belt, was the first to come out of the door. She looked at the two senior deacons, smiled and nodded.
"Your Highness Arianna," Cecima bowed, "May I ask who has invaded the Chanis Gate? Where should we go to arrest him?"
"There is no conclusion on this matter yet," Arianna replied, "The goddess has not revealed anything about it, and those who know the truth have refused to disclose it. I think the goddess may not care about this intrusion."
"Really?" Zuoman Allah seemed to find it hard to accept, "That's Chanis Gate, where we keep the sealed objects, and they were just broken into so easily..."
"I don't understand this question either." A man with an ancient long sword on his waist walked out of the meeting hall and took over the conversation. "We, the Red Gloves, run around everywhere, and we have seized countless evil creatures and suppressed them with the help of the Chanis Gate."
"It's one thing to seize it, and another to store it. All the sealed objects are suppressed by the Chanis Gate. I really don't understand why the goddess would not take such an important place seriously.
"We cannot figure out the will of the goddess," Arianna continued. "Since it is God's will, we as God's believers should have no doubts and just obey."
"Praise the goddess!"
After the ceremony, several people left.
In the dark hall, the Pope had already left, and once again, only Alavis was left.
There was only a long silence.
"Are you there?" After a long time, Alaves raised his head and looked at the stars carved on the stained glass window in front of him, "Are you still there?"
"I'm here." An extremely gentle female voice came from all directions, just like a collection of all the laziness, peace and gentleness in the world, as if it came from the darkness around, "I'm always here."
"No, you're not here. You're never here." Alavis closed his eyes. "You always lie and pretend, but unfortunately, no one can see through you."
"Except you?" asked the most gentle voice in the world.
"I thought so," Alavis said after a long silence, "but things turned out to be the opposite of what I expected."
"I am here, you know, I am always here," the gentle voice soothed His soul.
Soul, "I will always wait for you."
"Are you waiting for me?" Alaves stood up, his body erased like a line, "Are you waiting for me, or for Them? Or...
Alavis pointed his finger toward the sky.
"Wait for them?"Chapter 117: Passers-by and Proverbs
"We'll arrive in Trier in two days," Mobet got off the steam train and stretched himself, "Let's rest at this station for a night."
"If you hadn't bought the sightseeing train ticket for cheap, we would have arrived now," Siatas curled her lips, "You are really not in a hurry or slow."
"You can't blame me for this," Mobet spread his hands, "We have limited funds, so we have to spend frugally."
"Look at it in a positive way. It's a happy thing for you to find your tribe members. We can go and look for them happily. Why do we have to make ourselves so anxious?"
"That's right," Siatas stopped caring, "There's no need to be so anxious."
"There's no need to panic."
At this moment, a man hurriedly walked past the two of them with hurried steps and a panicked look, and quickly disappeared at the edge of the train station and into the night.
"Look, Siatas, that's the panicked person," Mobet pointed in the direction where the person disappeared, "We don't need to learn from him."
"Yes," Xiatas nodded, "this step
I was so anxious that I almost looked like I was hiding from Gray Carrie.
This is a colloquialism from the Second Age, which means the same thing as the current saying "walk as fast as if avoiding death".
After all, in the Second Age, everyone knew that [Phoenix Ancestor] Gray Carrie was the real [God of Death].
Having lived with Siatas in Groselle's Travels for so many years, Mobet had long been accustomed to these Second Epoch idioms, so he did not take this remark to heart.
"But to be honest, we can be a little more urgent," Mobet looked at the town in front of him, "I'm a little hungry, I should go find something to eat."
"Me too," Siatas took the lead and walked out, "The food on the steam train is really disgusting."
Ten minutes later.
"What are you doing?
"Silk?" Mobet asked curiously, "Do you pray to God before eating like Snowman?"
In front of him, Xiatas placed a pair of knives and forks. She pointed back and forth between the two pairs of knives and forks with her right hand, muttering something, as if she was performing some kind of ritual.
"I was just wondering which tableware to choose.
"Already," she replied, "I have chosen it, let's take it."
After saying that, she picked up the fork, inserted it into the mashed potatoes and baked minced beef in front of her, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to chew it with big mouthfuls.
"It tastes pretty good," she picked up the red wine beside her and poured it directly into her mouth, "but it's not as good as those back then."
Mobet looked at Xiatas, smiled helplessly, picked up his glass of wine, and tasted it slowly.
"It's definitely not as good as this," he also commented, "after all, we didn't eat in ordinary places back then."
This is the truth. The food and drinks provided by the royal court of [Elf King] Sonia Solem and the main home of the Zoroast family are not comparable to those provided by this small steam train stop.
To be honest, Xiatas even began to miss the celery and dried tofu, which was the dish she hated the most back then.
Mobet also missed the taste of Olmire red wine. In the Fourth Epoch, he only drank this kind of wine, whether in drinking parties or in daily drinking.
But for now, they can only make do with this ordinary red wine.
"By the way, Mobet," Siatas suddenly looked at him, "Do you have any interesting idioms in the Fourth Epoch? Just like the idiom about the phoenix I mentioned earlier."
"I've never heard you say that."
"Yes," Mobet handed over the wine glass with a smile, "as long as you pour me a glass of wine, I will tell you right away."
Siatas raised her eyebrows, but what
He said nothing, but took the wine glass, slowly poured a glass of wine, and pushed it in front of Mobet.
"Thank you, Siatas," Mobet smiled.
Laughing, "You wouldn't have poured me wine in the past."Siatas turned her head away, "Although we have slept together, and you took the initiative to call me your wife when reciting my honorific name, I just want to hear some common sayings now."
"Okay, okay." Mobet shrugged and took a sip of wine. "There are many idioms in the Fourth Epoch, but there are several that left a deep impression on me."
"Whenever we meet a guy who thinks he's very smart, we always call him the God of Knowledge and Wizards, which means he's a combination of the Church of Knowledge and the Ascetic Order of Moses, arrogant and pretentious."
"If we meet someone who likes to sleep in, we will say: He wants to sleep himself into the goddess of the night, meaning that if he continues to sleep like this, he will become the god of sleep who can sleep better than the goddess of the night."2
● The god of sleep in Greek mythology is indeed the prototype of the goddess of night"
"It seems there is another sentence, how to say it
Just as Siatas and Mobet were happily discussing the slang of the Fourth Epoch, somewhere in a corner on the edge of the small town called Mondon.
The passerby who had been in a hurry was standing there, bent over, holding the wall with one hand, gasping for breath, still in shock.
Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, dripped onto the ground, and instantly emitted white smoke and evaporated.
He suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked around.
"Are you looking for me?"
He turned around suddenly and jumped away immediately. A green flame suddenly appeared on his hand. The flame surged and condensed into a bluish-white sword.
His eyes were fixed on the darkness in front of him.
In the darkness, a pair of pitch-black leather shoes broke through the darkness that seemed to be real, and a figure walked out.
The man was wearing a double-breasted pure black clergy robe and a soft hat. His hair was dark gold, his pupils were blue to the point of being dark black, his nose was high, his lips were tightly pursed, and his facial features were like classical sculptures without a single wrinkle. The most eye-catching feature was that he was blind in one eye.
"Ince Zangwill!!" The man holding the blue-white sword bit his lip, "You are so brave!! How dare you cause trouble for our [Iron Cross]!!"
"Are you tired of living?!"
"I'm not tired of living, but I'm definitely hungry," Ince Zangwill stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "I'm so hungry."
"You look delicious," Ince Zangwill said as an illusory long sword with dark red rust appeared in his hand. "Very delicious."
"Oh, I remember now," said Mobet, "the last proverb is this."
"No matter how loyal you are, are you more loyal than Medici?"
asked. "What does this mean?" Siatas asked curiously.
"It means that no one can be more loyal to the Lord he believes in than [War Angel] Medici."
"boom!!!"
There was a huge explosion and the whole restaurant shook.
"What's going on?!" The two of them quickly stood up and looked out the window.
Within their sight, in the pitch-black night, a huge pillar of fire rose from the ground and soared into the sky.