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116 Proposal

The surroundings were completely silent, and Klein realized the biggest anomaly after spending some time with the two dolls.

——It's too quiet here.

Klein stayed where he was, cautiously and uneasily. The thought of running away came into his mind. Besides, his trip here was not entirely in vain. At least he had already tested the impact on his various abilities.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he felt. Klein reached out and grabbed his two dolls. Just as he was about to leave, a loud noise suddenly broke the silence around him.

Dang!

Dang! Dang!

The sound was heavy and crisp, as if someone was hitting metal hard.

Klein temporarily gave up the idea of ​​leaving and listened carefully for two seconds before letting the "winner" Enzo put down the heavy golden disc and walked towards a broken tombstone not far away.

The half-broken tombstone corresponds to a building that is developing underground. On it is written in the "language of the dead":

"A guy who gets angry easily, died because he used his brain to compete with someone else's hammer."

The "winner" Enzo walked around the broken tombstone and arrived at the door of the mausoleum-like building. He stretched out his left hand, turned the handle, and pulled the door open with force.

With the creaking sound of rust breaking, the heavy door slowly opened.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Arrows condensed with pale light flew out one after another!

They brushed Enzo's face, head, torso, and inner thighs, flew into the distance, pierced into the ground, and disappeared, while the "winner" was unharmed.

...I have to say, this kind of secret doll is simply a magical tool for adventure exploration... Klein sighed sincerely and asked Enzo to cast his eyes towards the building below:

It was a blacksmith's shop. A giant with dark blue skin and a head like a watermelon was holding a sledgehammer and hitting the chopping board continuously, but there was nothing on it.

Because the giant with a cracked head had a normal "spiritual line" and did not belong to someone else's soul, Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to ask Enzo to observe further, his body suddenly felt paralyzed and his thoughts slowed down.

Klein was not unfamiliar with this feeling. As a "Master of Secret Dolls", he knew that this was a sign that the spiritual thread was being controlled by someone.

He was suddenly startled, but before he could react, a silver river enveloped the entire area, and the feeling of stagnation disappeared from his body again.

Klein instinctively looked towards the entrance. A figure was standing there. Klein saw a simple linen robe, long silver hair, a pair of soft and indifferent eyes, and illusory layers of pure wings.

Ouroboros!

After just one encounter, the name appeared in his mind. Without a second thought, Klein grabbed Ludwell and disappeared on the spot.

Ouroboros stood in place, and the shimmering river reappeared in his eyes, surrounding the outskirts of Calderon City, but the figure that disappeared at the spot did not reappear a second time. In the end, the river could only shake twice and shattered on the spot.

Ouroboros looked at the scene in front of him without saying a word. After a long silence, he suddenly moved his head and set his sights on the "winner" Enzo and the invisible man in a translucent white robe who appeared next to the "winner" Enzo.

…

Klein opened his eyes above the gray fog, and the first thing he did was to contact Alice.

Alice did not seem happy to hear the news about Ouroboros again after such a long absence. She hurried above the gray fog and asked with a frown:

"How did you meet Him?"

"I don't know…" Klein answered honestly, and then began to recount his own experience.

Alice frowned and listened patiently, but she couldn't find the reason why Ouroboros suddenly appeared from this passage, or rather, she only found one reason.

She asked uncertainly, "...that card?"

This was the only possible reason. Klein frowned and said nothing. Alice exhaled and focused on another thing:

"You said you finally caught Ludwell and came back. Then...

"Where's your other doll?"

"Still there…" Klein said frankly.

Alice held her forehead with her hand. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Then she told Klein:

"I really should have gone with you… Even if I couldn't get in, I should have stood at the door like Ouroboros.

"You... forget it, we have to go get your doll back."

Klein didn't say anything. He had just thought of this. The doll had a strong mystical connection with himself. Ouroboros could probably find the location of Enzo, the "winner", who stayed behind.

Once you find...

"I have a question," Klein confirmed with Alice, "If Ouroboros is killing me..."

"You won't have any chance to ask for help," Ellie said without hesitation, "Even worse, maybe you won't realize someone wants to kill you, or you won't have time to realize someone wants to kill you."

With cold sweat on his body, Klein looked at Alice stiffly. Alice thought for a moment and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, you're not like me...

"Although Ouroboros doesn't seem to have much interest in me right now, maybe one day he will hunt me down like he hunted down Will Auceptin… No one can be sure of this, it all depends on the intention of fate.

"But you are different. You are not on the same chessboard as us. You have to worry about Amon and Zaratul, and maybe Mr. 'Gate'... I don't know if there are other people, but Ouroboros is not included.

"You are not the enemy."

Klein couldn't help but remind him, "Don't forget, I have angered the True Creator several times. According to you, Ouroboros is currently working for the True Creator..."

Alice cast a solemn gaze on Klein and said softly,

"For high-sequence beings, this isn't a life-and-death struggle... But you have to become a high-sequence being first."

Klein raised his head and looked at her. After a few seconds, Alice suddenly touched her chin and said:

"I have a suggestion."

"What?" Klein asked in confusion.

"I have the honorific name of Ouroboros," Alice told him faintly, "Anyway, as long as Ouroboros wants, it's only a matter of time before you are found... Why don't you just ask Ouroboros to grant you that... what's it called?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and responded tentatively: "...The real soul of the spirit world plunderer?"

Alice's eyes lit up and she told him happily:

"Yes, that's right, that's it.

"Why don't you just ask Ouroboros to grant it to you? I have His name. As for the ceremony, you can do whatever you want... and the sacrifice... hmm..."

Alice wanted to say ice cream, but hesitated and swallowed it back, and sincerely suggested:

"Maybe you can give Him a set of tools for painting murals - you can consult Anderson."

"Huh?" Klein looked confused.

Alice didn't say anything. She continued to recall her brief time with Ouroboros, and then raised another point:

"If you could give him some personal belongings or relics of the Ancient Sun God, He might be happy... But that's a bit embarrassing."

Klein finally couldn't help but interrupt her, frowned and asked:

"Are you sure this will work?"

Alice shrugged and said, "Are you worried that He will kill you? Don't worry, I can accompany you. Then He will be busy killing me and won't be able to take care of you."

"?" Klein looked at Alice in shock.

Alice continued as a matter of course:

"To be honest, if it wasn't Amon who was pregnant with Will Auceptin, it would be best to bring Will Auceptin here as well. In that case, He wouldn't even be able to take care of the two of us..."

Klein's heart was shamefully moved.

…

After sleeping for two hours, Klein rubbed his still aching head and slowly got up from the bed.

Then he rang the bell by the door and waited for the waiter to come up.

Not long after, a local native dressed in a white shirt and red vest, deliberately dressed like Loen, came outside and knocked on the door.

Klein turned the handle and opened the outer door a crack. He commanded in a hoarse voice:

"Send another lunch to the room, it was too early to eat before."

At this moment, his appearance had turned into a tanned Miouen - as a gentleman with two servants and living in a luxurious room, it was impossible for him to go to the door in person to give instructions to the waiter.

...Speaking of which, I have to find the doll as soon as possible, otherwise I will have to find someone to replace my missing servant.

"A lunch. Any special requests?" The native waiter took out a pen and paper and asked in the rather strangely pronounced Loen language while taking notes.

Klein responded in the same awkward Loenese: "Red meat, with a glass of sparkling sweet wine with ice and lemon."

"Does it include two servants' meals?" the native waiter asked according to procedure.

Klein was silent for a second and said, "Included."

The two dolls had lost the ability to eat, but in order to cover it up, Klein had to order two servant meals and then eat three meals by himself - this was his biggest problem when he was in the southern continent.

...Can I give one of the meals to Ouroboros as a sacrifice?

No, no, I need to pay for the tableware... Ouroboros is not Alice, he won't return the bowl after eating, right...?

Klein hesitated for two seconds and decided to believe that the angels under the seat of the "True Creator" were more normal than Alice.

Next, while controlling the doll to clean up the room, Klein simply called Alice over and invited her to help him with the extra lunch. He also decided to discuss the details of praying to Ouroboros with her.

——Although this matter sounds absurd everywhere, it seems to make some sense.

Following Alice's suggestion, Klein first summoned Renette Tinicole and sent a letter to Anderson Hood, who was currently in an unknown location, asking for his opinion on the mural materials.

Afterwards, Klein firmly rejected Alice's request to pay for the ice cream in one go, trying to make her realize that a normal person wouldn't eat a dozen ice creams at once.

Alice accepted this with regret and snatched Klein's sparkling sweet wine. Then she asked curiously:

"You'll get fat if you eat three servings of food by yourself, right?"

"Nonsense." Klein rolled his eyes at her.

Alice stroked her chin and asked sincerely:

"I know that even now, you can't change your body shape too much, so when you disguise yourself as a woman, you shouldn't be able to fake your breasts?"

Klein had a bad feeling. He said to Alice cautiously, "It's not completely gone. There is a little bit."

Alice nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously,

"But if you gain enough weight, can you fake female breasts?"

"?" Klein looked at her in surprise and subconsciously thought about this possibility.

This is entirely possible. After thinking for a few breaths, Klein pinched his brows helplessly and said:

"To be honest, when I was pretending to be Elaine and completely digesting the Faceless Man potion, I thought I no longer had any psychological barriers to disguising myself as a woman.

"But for some reason, once some words come out of your mouth, they become strange...

"For example, now I'm starting to feel ashamed of pretending to be a woman again."

"That's normal," Alice said as she took the last sip of the sparkling wine, expressing a rather profound view. "Even if you really think it's nothing, it doesn't mean you think it's okay to be laughed at and talked about because of it."

Then, she put down the cutlery and finally reminded Klein:

"Don't forget to tell me when Anderson writes back!"

Klein agreed to Alice's words, then found an excuse to quickly send her away before he began to think.

He knew a little more about Anderson's whereabouts than Alice, and this was mainly due to Danitz - he knew that Anderson was now staying with Danitz.

And it just so happened that Klein just thought that Ouroboros was an angel king of the "monster" path. He should be able to see the worms and light balls on his body and guess his origins, just like Alice.

Maybe it's just like Alice said, for a high-sequence person, what he did to the "real owner" wasn't enough to make them mortal enemies, but it shouldn't make their relationship too friendly either.

Klein thought that he should remind Danitz to be careful.

Anyway, Anderson and Danitz are together, so let Danitz ask Anderson about the appropriate mural materials. After all, if they let the messenger deliver the letter, they will have to pay gold coins...

Just think of it as saving them money!

Klein made a decision and headed toward the gray fog again.

…

West Balam, the city of Kukwa in Uttar Pradesh dominated by Mesanyes.

Anderson Hood was cutting a piece of meat with a knife, while Danitz on the opposite side was chewing the meat without any image. Suddenly, Danitz paused, and Anderson stopped right after him and asked him,

"What did you remember?"

Danitz looked at Anderson Hood hesitantly, and after thinking for two seconds, he asked a more relaxed question:

"I remember you can paint murals?" (End of this chapter)

117 Mr. Star

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Anderson looked puzzled.

Danitz became even more nervous, and he answered as fluently as possible:

"I just suddenly remembered that you were careless because of the mural..."

He looked Anderson up and down, and his meaning was self-evident.

Anderson was silent for a moment, not wanting to talk about what happened at that time. He changed the subject and said:

"Isn't this what you really want to say?"

"…Okay," Danitz took a deep breath, "Actually, I want to ask, if you want to give a gift to someone who likes to paint murals, what should you give?"

"...I don't like painting murals." Anderson reminded after hesitating for two seconds.

It took Danitz a while to realize what Anderson meant. He shouted,

"I'm not giving it to you!"

This time, Anderson was surprised. He asked in surprise, "Who are you going to give it to?"

"Uh…" Danitz paused, "It's not me who wants to give it to you, it's, it's…"

He felt more and more guilty under Anderson's fixed gaze, and even stuttered when speaking. Anderson's eyes became more and more suspicious, and finally he couldn't help asking:

"…Are you hiding something from me?"

"No!" Danitz blurted out.

This stress-like reaction made Anderson narrow his eyes. Danitz tensed his back nervously, but he didn't expect that after a few breaths, Anderson suddenly laughed.

"Look how nervous you are." He reached out and patted Danitz's shoulder, then shook his head. "Okay, I won't ask anymore… Materials for painting murals, right?"

Danitz nodded hesitantly, his eyes hesitant to speak, but Anderson seemed not to notice and continued to talk nonstop.

Although he failed to pass the exam of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, he was not a fool like Danitz after all. His words were well-reasoned and well-founded. Danitz interrupted him and then found a pen and paper to start recording.

Anderson glanced at Danitz, who was taking notes seriously, with a meaningful look, and then continued to narrate. Danitz certainly noticed the strange look, and when Anderson finished speaking, he finally couldn't help but ask,

"Why don't you continue to ask me?"

Anderson glanced at him with a half-smile and said slowly,

"I'm worried that I might choke to death when I start eating."

Danitz's eyes were still a little confused, but Anderson had no interest in continuing to explain. He picked up a piece of cut meat with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it, then exclaimed:

"No wonder you eat so deliciously."

Danitz was stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously took a bite of the barbecue. After eating a few bites, he suddenly remembered that he had something else to say, so he continued to ask:

"Have you ever heard of the Aurora Society?"

…

The afternoon was the time for the Tarot Club. At three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday, figures gradually took shape in the crimson light. Alice sat in her seat and set her sights on the seat belonging to the "star".

——Newcomers are always worth paying attention to.

Apart from Alice, the first person to notice the presence of the newcomer was "Justice" Audrey. He was about to stand up and greet the newcomer as soon as the figure solidified, but when he looked around, he discovered the new figure.

A new member...?

Audrey observed with the instinct of a spectator.

Black hair...green eyes...no coat...waistcoat with shirt...sitting posture is a bit awkward, it seems that he doesn't like to sit so properly...height is estimated to be around 180cm...temperament is a bit casual...state is rather tense...with just a glance, "Justice" Audrey "read" a lot of information from the vague figure.

She soon noticed that the new member was looking around very quickly. There was nothing wrong with this behavior. Anyone who came to such a strange and secretive occasion would subconsciously look at the other members, trying to grasp their characteristics and get a general idea of ​​the situation to feel more at ease. But the problem was that the gentleman's eyes moved too fast!

His eyes swept over members such as "The Moon" and "The Hanged Man" without stopping.

To Audrey, this was a very clear phenomenon, which meant that the gentleman was not observing the environment or examining the members, but was looking for someone!

Looking for someone with a clear purpose!

Audrey Justice became excited. He realized that this new member probably knew someone present. Just as he was about to continue observing, Alice couldn't help herself. After a light cough, she smiled and asked the World:

"'World', aren't you going to say hello to your friends?"

This sound finally helped Leonard find his target and also attracted the attention of others. Everyone suddenly realized that the newcomer and "the world" were acquainted, and then began to speculate about their relationship.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched as he hid in the gray fog, but he did not blame Alice for it. After all, being exposed was not Alice's problem; she just sped up the process.

It is obvious that Leonard's rapid search for the "world" and his changing emotions when he sees the "world" are the root causes of all problems.

He helplessly manipulated the "world" to turn his head and look at Leonard.

Probably knowing that this was not the place to talk, Leonard withdrew his gaze and sat upright after confirming the existence of the "world".

Audrey, the Justice, also turned her gaze away from the two of them, stood up and saluted,

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

Following Audrey, other members also stood up and saluted the Fool. Except for the newcomer Leonard, only Alice stayed where she was. She would blend into the crowd and say "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool", but she would not stand up and salute.

Leonard paused for a second, and just as he was about to stand up, Alice spoke quietly:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Star."

Leonard looked up at Alice hesitantly and responded hesitantly:

"Good afternoon...?"

He knows Miss Destiny...?

Audrey "Justice" looked at this scene with twinkling eyes. Leonard's body language revealed a hint of trust and familiarity, which made her realize that Mr. "Star" might have more than one acquaintance.

And the relationship should be pretty good... Or, he is relatively special to Miss Destiny...

Alice looked at Leonard without noticing anything, and confusion was clearly revealed in her green eyes. After staring at him for two seconds, Alice suddenly slapped the table and said:

"Why are you looking at me? Is there anything written on my face? Look at the blackboard!"

"?" The Tarot Club members all showed confusion in their eyes, and only Klein took the opportunity to hold back his smile.

Leonard was even more confused. He was no longer sure whether he should stand up. Klein, who couldn't bear to watch, said:

"This is Mr. 'Xingxing', please take a seat and introduce yourselves."

Everyone sat down. Klein looked at the Hermit Cattleya. Cattleya bowed before sitting down and said,

"Mr. Fool, I didn't receive a new diary this time."

Alice frowned and glanced at her. Klein said calmly,

"Let's start the transaction."

The first person to speak was Emlyn the Moon. He temporarily shifted his attention away from the new member and looked at Derrick the Sun, asking him about something he had been thinking about:

"Have you obtained the extraordinary characteristics of vampires?"

This time, the news was good news. "The Sun" Derrick nodded and said,

"I have accumulated enough merits to exchange for Beyonder characteristics."

Next, under the witness of Klein, the long-established three-party transaction was finally completed. "The World" delivered the potion formula of "Priest of Light" to "The Sun" Derrick, and then they established the time for the delivery of gold pounds and items.

Leonard understood the Tarot Club's procedures during this process. He hesitated for two seconds, and when no one spoke, he took the initiative to speak:

"I need a magical item."

Alice looked at him curiously, and the considerate "Justice" Audrey promptly responded:

"What kind?"

Leonard said "uh" and responded subconsciously:

"I don't know..."

He just had this plan and hadn't thought about the details yet, but he was pulled into such a party and discovered the possibility.

I don't know... This guy might be a fool... Never mind, Alice is almost the same as him... Two fools.

Klein, who knew his acquaintance well, suppressed his smile and muttered in his heart.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at him, the meaning was unclear, "Star" Leonard was a little embarrassed, and quickly added:

"What I mean is that there is no limit to the type. As long as it is more inclined towards the field of attack, is used more covertly, and has less negative effects, I am fine with it."

He did this in order to bring into play the strong control ability of "Nightmare" - at that time, he could completely control the target himself, and Pales Zoroast would manipulate the magical items to deal a fatal blow to the dazed opponent.

When he becomes a "spiritual wizard", with the help of the natural spirits or resentful ghosts sealed on his teeth, he will be able to accomplish two or even three tasks at once.

After Mr. Star finished explaining, Alger the Hanged Man did not dwell on the details and asked,

"What level do you want?"

The more powerful ones among the '2' level seals, uh, correspond to the Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 level." Leonard first habitually described it in the tone of an official Beyonder, and then changed to a more popular expression.

At this moment, Audrey the Justice, Cattleya the Hermit, and Alger the Hanged Man all had a sharp thought in their minds: Mr. Star was an official Beyonder, at least he used to be!

In their opinion, Beyonders who did not belong to formal organizations would often use the concept of seals, but when they needed to express their meanings and needs accurately, they would undoubtedly not consider such vague descriptions, and would definitely prefer more direct and easier to understand types.

Therefore, the conclusion can be easily drawn.

And this makes things even more interesting.

Hmm, Mr. World is actually familiar with an official Beyonder... How did they know each other? And how did he bring an official Beyonder to the party? Audrey Justice did not speak, maintaining the posture of an "audience" and enjoying herself.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," knew better. He immediately recalled Alice's attitude toward Leonard.

In fact, not much information can be inferred from such an attitude. After all, he is not a "spectator". Alger, the "Hanged Man", cannot read too much from Leonard's behavior and cannot be sure whether they know each other.

But Alger knew a little more information than Audrey. For example, he knew that Miss Destiny at the Tarot Club was once an official Beyonder, a Night Watcher from the Church of Evernight.

He silently withdrew his gaze and said, "Hmm":

"A sequence 5 magical item costs at least 9,000 pounds. If it meets your requirements, it may normally cost more than 12,000 pounds."

Very straightforward... "Star" Leonard nodded: "I understand."

Hearing his answer, "Fool Klein almost covered his face, and then sighed in his heart.

Isn't this showing the cards to Mr. Hanged Man? I bet if he has the right item, the price he'll pay is definitely over 12,000 pounds!

But Leonard is pretty rich... That's right, with an old man from the "Thief" path to guide him, he should have saved a lot...

I understand. He is not afraid of being cheated because he can still buy from the Fate Hermit Club and compare performance and price... But the problem is that the club only meets once every six months, which is completely out of step with the pace of the Tarot Club...

At this moment, Klein couldn't help but consider whether he should sell Leonard the suitable items that had duplicate functions and would be of little use to the demigod in the future.

The Hanged Man Alger responded calmly, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

"Yeah." Members such as "Hermit" Cattleya also expressed their attitudes.

Alice really wanted to raise her hand and join in the conversation, but she herself did not meet the requirements and did not have any items that met the requirements, so she regretfully remained silent.

Fortunately, Leonard's new question gave her a chance to speak:

"But how am I going to pay you and get the items?"

As soon as Leonard finished speaking, she was the first to raise her hand and said,

"You can ask Mr. Fool to deliver the express!"

Let the Fool deliver the courier...?

Leonard was confused for a moment. Although "courier" was not a local word, compared to Alice's other coined words, it was still understandable. Therefore, Leonard felt a sense of fear.

——Let a true God be the postman?

Leonard would never dare to think of such a thing in his dreams. Fortunately, Miss Justice explained it in time:

"Miss Fate means that you can ask Mr. Fool for help."

"Asking for help from Mr. Fool…" Leonard glanced at the head of the bronze table in confusion, and took a moment to connect the two people's words. "Is it through a sacrificial ceremony and a ceremony to request a gift?"

Audrey "Justice" confirmed his guess, and Leonard once again pondered the possibility that the Fool and Dark Night really had a daughter.

Next, the "world" warned the "hermit" Cattleya to be careful of the investigation of the Aurora Society and the Spiritual Cult, and no one proposed a new deal.

(End of this chapter) 118 Could it be grandma?

Entering the free exchange session of the Tarot Club, no one mentioned much valuable information. It seemed that everyone's exchanges this week were mediocre, so everyone started teaching "Sun" Derrick the language of the outside world.

This link attracted the attention of Leonard the Star. Noticing his confusion, Alice slapped her head and explained to him:

"The little 'sun' comes from the 'Forsaken Land of God'."

"'God-Forsaken Land'...?" Leonard looked back in astonishment. After receiving Alice's nod of confirmation, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Only then did he have a clearer idea of ​​the Fool's strength. Alice guessed his general idea from his expression and suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

She still remembered Klein's warning from before, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, calling out to Leonard maliciously:

"Lun...Mr. 'Star'.

"I remember you were a poet, but I don't think I've ever heard a poem you wrote. I've only heard other people say you can't write poetry...

"Can you write a poem in praise of Mr. Fool?"

"?" Klein glared at Alice fiercely in the gray fog.

Poet... the butt determines the head. The first thing that popped into the mind of "The Hanged Man" Alger was the "Midnight Poet" of the Church of Evernight.

"I...I don't know much about Mr. Fool's deeds..." Leonard declined.

Alice calmly replied, "I can introduce you."

Leonard opened his mouth to speak but stopped. The World looked at him sideways and said, "I hope you are just introducing me and not spreading rumors."

Alice blinked innocently.

Next, with the efforts of "The World", the focus was shifted back to "The Sun" Derrick. When the time was almost up, Klein ended this Tarot Club.

Alice didn't leave this time either. Klein looked at her suspiciously, unable to figure out what she wanted.

After they stared at each other for a while, Alice couldn't help but remind him,

"Ice cream!"

Klein agreed with mixed feelings.

With the experience of Dixie's pie, Alice did not let Klein deliver it through the ceremony. Instead, she went to get it herself after he bought it.

Klein used the extraordinary ability of the Faceless Man to disguise himself and completed this huge order. He also purchased some mural materials according to the information sent by Danitz.

Klein originally planned to hold the ceremony at night, but after dinner, Renette Tinicole walked out of the void and brought him a letter.

"Leonard's…" Klein reached out to take it and noticed whether Renette Tinicole had stopped. He found that the messenger had quickly returned to the spirit world.

Phew, it looks like Leonard has paid... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and took his other hand out of his pocket.

He soon felt confused again, not understanding why Leonard didn't relay it through the Fool, or tell him directly at the Tarot Club.

...Maybe I'm not used to it?

He shook his head and unfolded the letter:

"Ince Zangwill appeared in East Balam and is suspected to have met with Palenque Tasib of the Artificial Death God Sect of the Spiritual Cult..."

Ince Zangwill... Klein chewed on the name and leaned back against the back of the armchair.

In the letter, Leonard hoped that he could do some investigation in secret to find out Ince Zangwill's purpose.

But the problem is, as mentioned last time, "0-08" has a similar characteristic to "whatever is said must be known". If you know it, it will also know you. Moreover, it is good at arranging coincidences, making people follow its baton unconsciously...

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for 0-08 to detect Ince Zangwill, and not only would there be little chance of success, it would also be easy to expose oneself...

As Klein thought, he enjoyed the shoulder massage service from Admiral of Hell Ludwell.

He read Leonard's letter again from the beginning, hoping to find more clues and possible investigative points in those few words.

East Balam... The Spiritual Cult... The Artificial Death God Sect... Palenque Tasib... What did Ince Zangwill want them for? The

Artificial Death God Sect... The Artificial Death God Sect... Klein thought about it and suddenly remembered something that almost no one knew except himself and Mr. Azik - maybe even Alice didn't know about it.

The "Goddess of Night" initially controlled the "uniqueness" of the "God of Death" path, that is, the "Artificial God of Death", and is currently usurping, digesting, and mastering the corresponding authority!

After weighing and thinking, Klein finally decided to pray to the "Goddess of Night" who was disguised as the "Artificial God of Death" - that is, to pray directly to the "Artificial God of Death".

Klein was too lazy to prepare materials from the "Death" realm, so he used those from the "Night" realm instead and set up the altar.

Next, Klein skillfully lit the candle, dripped essential oil, and drew symbols such as "human" and "secret" in mysticism on the parchment paper. Then, he pressed the Azik copper whistle on it in the faint shock wave.

Then he placed the white feather stained with light yellow oil into the silver bowl of burning herbal powder and saw that it did not curl at all and showed no signs of burning.

After exhaling silently, Klein took a step back and recited in Hermetic:

"You are the essence of death;

"You are the monarch of the dead;

"You are the final destination of all living beings.

I pray for your help in understanding the purpose of Ince Zangwill's contact with the Spiritual Order.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three candle flames suddenly expanded. They seemed to become much brighter, but they were stained with a dark green color, and the surroundings suddenly became eerie and cold.

Klein closed his eyes and meditated for thirty seconds with a little trepidation. He walked to the front of the altar, picked up the "Full Moon" essential oil, and dripped a drop on each of the three candles.

After doing this, he recovered the Azik copper whistle, grabbed the imitation parchment, brought it to the candle that symbolized "I", lit it, and threw it into the silver bowl.

Suddenly, the originally intact white feather burst into pale flames, completely covering the entire silver bowl and obscuring Klein's vision.

After two or three seconds, the flames completely subsided, leaving only a pile of powder in the silver bowl.

The powder formed words one by one without any wind:

"Evil spirits are possessed and need to be exorcised."

…

In the basement of St. Samuel's Church, Anthony put down a document, pressed his forehead, and said to himself:

"Wish Witch..."

This was already the fourth related incident to be reported. All the incidents were summarized in the temple and finally passed on to him, and the instruction he received was that Alice was fully responsible for this matter.

This was a rather outrageous order. As the final contact person designated by the Church of Night, Anthony knew more about the inside story than others. For example, he was very sure that the church's attitude towards Alice was polite but not close enough, and it seemed that it did not intend to give her real power.

No, it can't be said that they were not close enough... At least the goddess seemed to be very... partial to her?

Anthony paused when he thought of this, and silently drew a crimson moon symbol on his chest. After two seconds of hesitation, he stood up and walked out with the documents.

He certainly didn't intend to find someone to convey this message on his behalf. However, as a saint, his "nightmare" ability could not cover the entire city. After realizing that His Highness did not exist within the range he could cover, Anthony decided to deliver a letter.

Besides, I can go into her dream tonight and see...

"Is this the reason why you are here now?" Alice asked in her dream at night after listening to Anthony's statement.

Anthony nodded, and Alice looked him up and down thoughtfully, frowning a little.

Although the church never said it explicitly, Alice was aware of the church's attitude - or rather, the goddess' attitude.

It has to be said that although among the high-level beings that Alice has met so far, except Amon, no one seems to have a bad attitude towards her. At most, they keep scolding her like the "real creator". The main reason is that she is pretending to be Ouroboros.

...Maybe someone is still ignoring her?

Thinking of Adam who looked like he was dead, Alice shook her head.

But no matter what, in fact, so far, the "Goddess of Night" is the one with a very friendly attitude. She has provided Alice with a lot of conveniences, whether it is when she first woke up or now, and...

Thinking of the feel of the magic wolf, Alice looked up at the sky guiltily.

Therefore, she trusted the Goddess of Night very much, and at the same time, she didn't care much about the fact that the Goddess refused to believe her at a critical time. After all, if she was just raising a child for someone else, the Goddess would have already... Wait, whose child am I?

Alice's thoughts strayed again.

She brought up Klein's face from her mind. After all, this was probably the mainstream view at the moment, but Alice quickly let it go. She felt that in the eyes of the goddess, Klein was no different from a child or a pet.

...Could it be that I am actually a grandchild?

Alice seriously considered the possibility of calling the goddess grandma next time.

Anthony watched her expression change from time to time, shaking his head and nodding his head, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Do you need any information on this matter?"

"Yes." Ellie nodded without any hesitation.

Finally coming to her senses, she focused on what Anthony had told her, frowned and asked,

"Do you know where she is now?"

She didn't say a name, and Anthony didn't care much. After all, everyone knew she was talking about Selwyn and "Cassandra", so Anthony just nodded and shook his head and said:

"The information she spread had a location on it, but every time our people went to the location, she had disappeared.

"The church passed the relevant information to the parishes below, asking them not to investigate when they find any suspicious traces, but to report it immediately.

"At present, what we have obtained is exactly the result reported, but we are not sure whether the other party has left."

Alice nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Are the files on this matter in the church?"

The church she was referring to was naturally St. Samuel's Cathedral. Anthony nodded and said,

"The cathedral has sent the relevant information over. If you need it, you can come to the church to get it.

"In addition, if you need help during the investigation, the churches in each parish will also provide you with convenience."

Alice tilted her head and asked curiously:

"So, when I investigated this matter, I was really a saint of the church?"

"Uh..." Anthony's expression was hesitant.

At this moment he was not sure whether he should continue speaking. The promotion process in the church gave him rich work experience. In his impression, such words should be a symbol of unhappiness.

…But if this would make her unhappy, she should have been unhappy a long time ago, right?

He looked at Alice hesitantly, and when Alice gave him a confused look, he felt relieved and regained his composure.

"You are also a saint in the church.

"——If you really ask for the rights corresponding to a saint, will anyone refuse you?"

Alice blinked.

She realized that this might be true, and probably no one would reject her, but the person who often appeared in front of her would change from a saint to an angel... So, could it be that the church did not have enough angels to spare one to watch over me?

This guess made Alice silent for a while, because as far as she knew, the Fool's Church currently had three angels, one was Renette Tinicole, the messenger of the Fool's Follower Gehrman Sparrow, one was Mr. Azik, the "God of Death", and the other was her.

...Perhaps, in the minds of some people, the paper angels in the gray fog can also be counted?

After a while, Pales can probably be counted as an angel of the Church of Fools...Will the City of Silver regard Amon as an angel under the Fool's seat?

Thinking of this possibility, Alice couldn't help laughing. Anthony on the side looked at her with a confused look. Noticing Anthony's confusion, Alice quickly put away her smile and said,

"I'll get the information tomorrow."

Anthony nodded and said goodbye to her.

…

"Huh…" Looking at the transparent object on the altar in front of him, Klein smiled with a hint of excitement.

The thing was the size of a palm, and was made up of worm-like things entangled in a human shape. It was filled with colorless liquid, which often emitted bubbles and fine black bitter smells.

Klein didn't dare to look closely, because the weightless transparent object had a richer structure in the details, forming indescribable patterns and symbols, which seemed to directly integrate concepts such as knowledge, power, change, secrecy, weirdness, and madness into it, making them no longer abstract.

This caused Klein to feel extremely dizzy, and he even felt as if his spirit was on the verge of collapse and his soul was about to lose control.

——This is the true soul of the spirit world plunderer.

Ouroboros agreed to this extremely unfair deal, accepted the mural materials he sent, and sent this feature.

This surprised Klein greatly. Even though he had encountered such a tragic event that the "Winner" doll had completely lost contact, he could not help but feel excited. He looked at the things on the altar and whispered,

"The doll is so easy to find..." (End of this chapter)