Chapter 71: Message

Chapter 71: Message

“If the Dark Demonic Wolf truly is preparing the ritual for Attendant of Mysteries, then His whereabouts are not completely impossible to trace…” Klein slowly nodded, certain blurry ideas already forming in his mind, though he still could not truly organize them into shape.

Instinctively, he wanted to rely on the soil that had been contaminated by that piece of “curtain” and directly divine the item’s location, thereby locking onto the current hiding place of the Dark Demonic Wolf. But considering that the other party was an angel, there was a high probability that doing so would alarm Him, making Him vigilant and prompting Him to avoid detection. Klein rationally gave up on the idea and returned to the real world, bitterly pondering the entire matter’s plan.

The next day, as the frequency of lightning gradually increased, another group of Moon City residents arrived beside Gehrman Sparrow’s campfire under the leadership of a priest named Duke. They came to listen to him preach, enjoy mushrooms, and wait for purification.

After one Moon City resident after another accepted baptism and wept uncontrollably, Klein looked around and asked in a seemingly casual tone, “The Sun God had you guard this place and pay attention to whether anyone walked out from the fog?”

“Yes.” Duke, whose severe swelling had been cured, knew that the High Priest had already mentioned this matter to the god’s envoy before him. He answered quite frankly.

Klein nodded lightly and followed the topic with another question:

“If you truly discovered someone walking out from the fog, what would you do?”

Duke did not hesitate. He answered straightforwardly, “Immediately recite the great Sun God’s honorific name and report this matter to Him…”

As he spoke, his tone became extremely low. By the end, he could almost no longer form words, because that Sun God, that Creator, had stopped giving responses more than two thousand years ago. Even though Moon City had again and again held the most complete rituals and repeatedly recited His honorific name, they had never received the slightest feedback.

“What else?” Klein keenly pressed.

This was both a revelation from his spiritual intuition and, to a certain extent, a result of reasoning. Clearly, the ancient Sun God—the Creator of the City of Silver—would not have failed to consider one possibility: that the person who walked out from the grayish-white fog might be extremely careful and cautious, might dislike being watched or monitored, and after discovering a Moon City patrol team, might tend to use Beyonder powers to affect their minds, making them forget they had seen him and forget to recite the honorific name.

Faced with such a situation, the ancient Sun God should have made certain arrangements.

Of course, this was not absolute. If Amon’s father had been able to accurately foresee that the person walking out from the grayish-white fog would be a novice, then there would have been no need to say much in the oracle.

However, considering that this ancient Sun God, the Creator of the City of Silver, had even predicted incorrectly where he would emerge from the grayish-white fog, Klein remained doubtful of that possibility.

Duke thought for a moment, then hesitated before saying, “Welcome that person, and tell him a word.”

Klein’s spirit immediately stirred. Outwardly, his expression remained completely unchanged.

“What word?”

Duke’s lips moved a few times, seemingly rehearsing the pronunciation. Then, in a strange accent, he said, “Chernobyl.”

…

Klein’s mind froze for one second. Then he gave a soundless sigh.

…

Loen Kingdom, East Chester County, inside a woodland.

Farmers from nearby villages gathered there, picking strange mushrooms that grew all over tree roots, rotten wood, and shrubs.

According to the kingdom’s laws, this woodland and everything growing within it should belong to its owner, Miss Audrey Hall. However, the prolonged war, the grain requisitions, and the…