Chapter 63: Gifts Must Always Be Returned

Chapter 63: Gifts Must Always Be Returned

After listening to the Old Man’s words, Leonard immediately relaxed quite a bit.

His attention returned to the angel-level battle that had taken place that afternoon. With considerable curiosity, he asked,

“Which pathway’s angel did that giant serpent phantom belong to?”

Pallez Zoroast fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

“The Snake of Fate—the chairman of the Life School of Thought. A Sequence 1 angel.

“I did not expect that He had joined them as well…”

The chairman of the Life School of Thought? He has also become a favored one of Mr. Fool? The corresponding Tarot card would be… Wheel of Fortune? Leonard’s eyes widened slightly. He increasingly felt that Mr. Fool’s faction was already comparable to the seven orthodox Churches, its depths impossible to measure.

Death Consul… Snake of Fate… An incomplete messenger… Under Mr. Fool’s throne, three angels have already appeared so far… No wonder Klein became a demigod so quickly… How long has it even been? I have already been pulled into an angel-level battle. What might happen in the future is simply impossible to imagine… Leonard held the letter and sat down on the sofa. Toward digesting the Requiemer potion and advancing to Spirit Warlock, his urgency increased by several more degrees.

During this period, he had been busy soothing the spirits in the Backlund region. However, because there were far too many tasks, he was still quite far from completion. He could not find an opportunity or excuse to go to Tingen City and steal the power of that drop of Eternal Blazing Sun’s divine blood. Amon’s avatar had arrived far faster than he had expected.

…

South Borough of the Bridge area, Rose Street, inside Harvest Church.

Emlyn White, who had changed into a brown clerical robe, stood beside the long table on which candlesticks were placed. Looking at Ernest Boyar, who was making a great effort to wipe the altar, he casually raised his right hand and pointed.

“The side. The left. You didn’t clean it properly.”

Ernest Boyar, who was similarly dressed in the clergy attire of the Earth Mother, glared resentfully at Emlyn, but he still obeyed the instruction and wiped again the area he had previously handled somewhat perfunctorily.

“I know you are very angry. It is just like when I learned that you sold me information about the ancient castle but deliberately concealed crucial details,” Emlyn said with a smile, not caring at all about the other party’s gaze. “Also, I forgot to tell you something. I am now a viscount as well. It happened just last week.”

A Sanguine viscount corresponded to Sequence 5 of the Moon pathway, Crimson Scholar. One of the conditions for the advancement ritual was to be bathed in the light of the full moon. Aside from this, one also had to gather metals, gemstones, and blood from extraordinary creatures that represented different states of the moon. It was quite complicated.

However, Emlyn had long since received the promise that the Sanguine higher-ups would hold the ritual for him free of charge. The moment the full moon arrived, he had successfully completed the advancement.

As for the digestion of the Potion Professor potion, he felt that he had not even put much effort into it before succeeding. After all, he often lectured willing civilian believers at Harvest Church on herbology and even on the pairing of certain potions for special uses. In everyday life, besides collecting dolls, researching history, and doing volunteer work at the church, he also enjoyed studying all kinds of potions for use in different combat situations.

“…You became a viscount?” Ernest Boyar abruptly straightened, his face full of astonishment.

Among the Sanguine, because they were all long-lived species, the accumulated population was far from small, while the number of Beyonder characteristics was limited. Raising one’s rank could be said to be extremely difficult. One had to wait in line for a very long time before…