Tang had already figured out how to attract the attention of those high-ranking Church personnel.
He took out the other 'Proprietor's Ring' given by the System.
The System had given a total of three rings. If he wanted to increase the number, he would need to consume knowledge fragments to replicate them. And as a Proprietor's Ring created based on the 'Craftsman' module, with Tang as the host of the System's 'Craftsman,' even if lost, he could remotely destroy or seal its effectiveness.
He planned to give one of them to his father.
"A high-sequence Extraordinary individual, a contingency left by the God of Death, plus the Never-Ending Theater most likely falling into his hands, three unstable minefields, it's practically disco dancing at the Church's doorstep."
At night, Tang went to his father and, after giving him the ring, invited him to the interior of the Never-Ending Theater.
This was for the theater's records.
Entering the theater, an Angel recorded by the theater could summon a corresponding historical projection.
Tang had no intention of hiding anything in this regard. He explained everything, including wanting his father to divert the Church's attention. He then quietly waited for his father's decision.
Baron Ramd also quietly looked at his second son.
After a long silence, Baron Ramd sighed softly.
His eyebrows and eyes softened a lot, and the inhuman feeling, the cold and aloof aura on his body, dissipated slightly, as if he had returned to his true self.
Baron Ramd didn't say much, stood up, and walked out.
"Let's go."
Tang nodded, but Baron Ramd paused when he passed by Tang.
"After tonight, I will leave."
Tang was stunned, then immediately realized what he meant.
Father... was he going to enter the next cycle?
It was very sudden.
Although he knew this day would eventually come, Tang still felt a bit uncomfortable, and also a sense of finality, as if the sword of Damocles hanging over his head had finally fallen at this moment.
There was still a heavy feeling.
Tang sighed inwardly, but his expression remained calm. "I understand, Father."
No farewell, no other send-off ceremony. Owen and Madam Boyanka didn't even know about this...
Tang silently entered the spirit world with his father, entering the Never-Ending Theater.
Afterward, the two quickly came out again.
Tang beckoned, and another figure walked out from the gradually closing black iron gate.
It was an old man dressed as a butler, with an aged and peaceful face, carrying a sense of historical accumulation and vicissitudes.
He first bowed to Tang, then his figure gradually began to transform towards the direction of the undead.
'Bionic marionette created, remaining creation times: 0.'
Soon, the old man's figure disappeared, and the shadow fell into the gold coin in Tang's hand.
This was a Wraith.
Wraiths were one of the Master of Marionettes' favorite marionettes, after all, they were easy to carry and could quite cooperate with the Master of Marionettes' various Extraordinary abilities.
He handed this gold coin carrying the Wraith to his father.
Baron Ramd took the gold coin and put it in his coat pocket.
"In the second drawer from the top, I put some gifts. You can take a look after you go back."
Tang remained silent. Baron Ramd reached out and ruffled the young man's hair. "Don't worry about me. You take care of yourself too."
He was about to 'die.' This was perhaps the last time in this life that he could retain his humanity.
"Don't need to tell Mother, and Owen..."
Tang couldn't help but ask.
Baron Ramd's expression settled, and he shook his head very slowly but also very firmly. "No need."
He didn't have much worry about his children. The lives of high-sequence Extraordinary individuals would be extended. Unless something unexpected happened, both Owen and Tang could reach high sequences.
The only thing he couldn't let go of was his wife... but it was meaningless, it would only leave unpleasant things behind.
At the moment of parting, Tang took out something he had prepared long ago from his pocket, a mystical item made from a Faceless.
Baron Ramd... Azik Eggers also took it, then stepped into the spirit world and left, leaving behind a somewhat lonely figure.
The contingency left by the God of Death...
Tang stood in place for a long time.
"He was a qualified father..." But wouldn't Mother and Owen be sad?
Tang's family in his previous life had always been quite harmonious, without any major ups and downs. On the contrary, for his parents, losing a child in their later years would be even more difficult to accept.
A family that had experienced love was sensitive to love. Who loved him and who didn't, he could clearly feel.
He had also truly regarded this Death Magistrate as his second father, Madam Boyanka as his second mother, and Owen as his elder brother.
A long time later, Tang slowly let out a breath.
He took out a cane, and the black iron gate behind him opened again.
A man dressed very similarly to Baron Ramd walked out of the gate. His face began to change, countless flesh buds grew out of his face, and his height and body shape underwent strange changes.
"I need to digest the potion as soon as possible."
Although the Wraith was equipped with the 'Bionic Marionette' module, the Wraith marionette still occupied one of Tang's marionette slots. Before the potion was digested to a certain extent, he could only control one marionette. He now needed to rely on the optimized Sealed Artifact 'A Moment of Luck' to operate the marionette.
However, the only one needing operation was a Sequence Six Faceless, which was easy for Tang, who was already a Master of Marionettes.
He took out the Traveler marionette and had the cane control it together. Then, Tang led 'Baron Ramd' back to the castle.
The room fell silent again, exactly the same as before.
'Baron Ramd' sat behind the desk, the flickering candlelight making his face appear somewhat eerie.
'Baron Ramd' reached out and easily opened a drawer. He took out the things inside: a feather, a rose, and a book.
Tang took the three items and put them into the System storage.
Afterward, the surrounding 'secrecy' was broken.
He walked out the door.
Owen, who seemed to have been waiting outside for a while, opened his eyes.
"Father, he..."
Before Tang could finish speaking, Owen glanced inside the room, then said very calmly, "He's gone."
Tang choked, unable to say anything, his expression a bit strange.
"What? What's with that expression..."
Owen's hand was itchy, reaching out to touch Tang's hair, but Tang nimbly dodged and conveniently struck down with his cane, making Owen wince in pain.
"Can't you be less aggressive?" He looked at his younger brother with a bit of a toothache.
Whose personality was it that made him swing a cane at the slightest provocation?!
Tang used his cane to block the other's restless hand reaching for his head: "...I think you should just be my marionette."
Kill you to liven things up.
Under Owen's extremely complex gaze, Tang threw him the feather left by their father and turned to leave.
(End of this chapter)