Chapter 146: The Blasphemer

Chapter One Hundred Forty-Six
The Blasphemer

“Why?” It was Justice Audrey who asked on The Sun’s behalf.

The Hanged Man Alger did not answer directly. He continued on his own, “Abraham, Antigonus, Amon, Jacob, and Tamara—these were the five great families that supported the establishment of the Tudor Dynasty and stood second only to the Blood Emperor.

“Among them, the Amon family was the most mysterious and left behind the fewest historical traces. It seems to have been twisted and concealed by some force.

“There is a piece of information passed down from the King of the Five Seas, Nast: the Amon family is the family of blasphemers. They control the secret of stealing the powers of deities!

“Also, the Amon family claims to be the descendants of the ancient Sun God.”

Derrick Berg listened in a daze. Within the range of mythological knowledge he had acquired, there was no ancient Sun God!

The Giant King Aurmir, the Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt, the King of Mutants Kvastir, the Elf King Soniathrym, the Demonic Wolf of Destruction Flegrea, the Vampire Ancestor Lilith, the Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace, and the Devil Monarch Farbauti—none of those eight ancient gods held authority over the sun…

Derrick seriously considered the question. If a connection must be made, then the Lord who created all things, the omniscient and omnipotent God, had indeed once displayed divine power belonging to the sun domain. Could the Amon family be His descendants?

Seeing that The Sun did not speak, The Hanged Man Alger rubbed the stubble on his chin and said, “The Amon family is an ancient family from one or two thousand years ago, nearly equivalent to history itself. I am very curious why the gentleman you encountered could appear in the region around the City of Silver. What was his goal?”

That’s right. The Amon family is in the “world” of Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice. Why could he appear in the regions around the City of Silver? Why did he agree to the invitation to be a “guest,” but then fail to fulfill his promise, strangely leaving and causing an entire team to lose control, except for that captain… What did he want to do? What was he searching for? If he truly is a descendant of the Lord, perhaps his goal is the same as mine: to find the reason behind the Cataclysm of ancient times and uncover the truth of the curse…

For a time, The Sun, Derrick, let his imagination wander. Only after quite a while did he shake his head.

“Mr. Hanged Man, I cannot answer your questions. That is also what I wish to understand.”

Alger responded with slight disappointment, “Then speak more with that former captain next door. See if you can dig out new information.”

At that point, after thinking for a moment, he still gave a warning.

“However, you must be careful and cautious enough. I believe that person is extremely dangerous.”

“Extremely dangerous? You think so too?” The Sun, Derrick, asked back with considerable surprise.

The elders of the six-member council had thought the same!

The Hanged Man looked toward the high dome, silently drawing in a breath.

“The one who does not think so is the one whose brain is abnormal.”

Seeing that The Sun remained somewhat confused, he shook his head.

“Of that entire exploration team, only he is still alive. That fact alone is enough to show there is no small problem with him.

“He has remained in the dungeon for those near losing control for forty-two years, yet is still clearheaded and rational. That makes his strangeness even more apparent.

“Added to that mysterious Amon, the danger is obvious.”

These were things Derrick had usually thought about in fragments but had not connected. Hearing them now gave him sudden clarity. He immediately said sincerely, “I understand.

“Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man!”

Justice Audrey, who had been listening with relish and observing at the same time, restrained the urge to cover her face with her hand. She felt The Sun was even more naive than she was.

Seeing that everyone’s curiosity had been satisfied—even the gloomy Mr. World had slightly adjusted his sitting posture—while The Sun seemed to have nothing else to request, she turned her head toward the top of the bronze long table and smiled faintly.

“Mr. Fool, I request a private exchange.”

Again…

Klein felt amused and lightly nodded.

“Very well.”

He immediately blocked The Hanged Man and the others’ senses rather than isolating himself and Miss Justice. This was mainly because he was worried that if the others had nothing to do, they might casually begin chatting and expose the truth that The World was merely a repeater.

After receiving the signal, Audrey smiled and spoke.

“Honorable Mr. Fool, I have three new pages of Roselle’s diary.”

After the Card of Blasphemy had been stolen by The Fool’s blessed one, she had not stopped going to the Kingdom Museum out of guilt. Instead, she had acted as though nothing had happened and openly pestered her father, obtaining another chance after the exhibition ended that week to flip through the “notes.”

Audrey believed this would make her appear frank and open, the best way to avoid suspicion.

If she always behaved guiltily and failed to do what should be done according to normal logic, then even if the Church of Steam had not suspected her before, they might later feel something was wrong.

Based on her own experience, she also believed that the earliest pages of a diary often revealed more things, so she had mainly memorized the first three pages.

Before The Fool could speak, she hurriedly added, “I understand that this is not something that requires private exchange, but I hope to continue hiding it from Miss Magician for one or two more weeks. That way, even if she later learns that you need Roselle’s diaries, she will not suspect that I am Justice.”

In the middle of that week, she had met Fors and Xio once. Through a guided topic, she had naturally mentioned that the Roselle notes she had collected had been bitten apart by her beloved dog, Susie, during play and were too damaged to restore.

Normally speaking, she no longer needed to hide from Miss Magician that Mr. Fool required Roselle’s diaries. But using her Reader ability, she had simulated Fors’s thoughts and believed the other woman would reason like this:

What? Those were diaries? They were Roselle’s records of his own secrets? Even Mr. Fool values them!

Uh, I remember Miss Audrey had some. Wait, those diaries of hers just happened to be bitten apart by a dog a few days ago.

Isn’t that far too much of a coincidence?

To prevent the other woman from thinking that way, Audrey hoped to keep it hidden for at least another week.

After becoming a Reader, she could not only directly see a target’s aura and emotional colors and read surface thoughts, but also perform preliminary simulations of another person’s way of thinking. Thus, she had realized something: during the process of “guiding” others, one must try to avoid abrupt actions that do not fit logic and reason. Only when every detail is gentle enough and reasonable enough, so that the target never detects that they are being guided or arranged, can one be considered a qualified Reader.

Gentle and reasonable are the two most important words!

Audrey summarized the matter in her heart.

Her return to flip through Roselle’s “notes” again had precisely been to avoid being unreasonable.

As expected of a Reader. She had indeed recognized long ago that Miss Magician was one of the two people she recommended…

Klein smiled noncommittally.

“What do you wish to exchange those three pages of diary for?”

His question carried quite a bit of confidence, because after obtaining the Book of Secrets, his greatest weakness in the field of mysticism had already been made up for. As for mysteries involving other deities and knowledge of Sequences, he now knew quite a lot of those as well. Tossing out any one piece would be enough to handle Miss Justice.

If she does not ask for the Psychiatrist formula, then we are still good friends…

Klein silently mocked the matter.

Audrey had already thought about that question. Reserved for one second, she said, “Mr. Fool, I would like to ask one question. Why is it said that the Card of Blasphemy hides the mysteries of deities?”

Excellent question! Klein chuckled inwardly. In a low, unhurried tone, and with the attitude of someone giving her only a glance and letting her understand the rest herself, he said, “Sequence 0. Black Emperor.”

Sequence 0? There is a Sequence 0? Above Sequence 1 is Sequence 0? Is that the Sequence representing deities? The Black Emperor is a deity?

Question after question instantly surged through Audrey’s mind.

She felt both shocked and delighted, both satisfied and overwhelmed!

Suppressing the excitement and undisguisable thrill inside her heart, she took a breath and manifested the three pages of Roselle’s diary.

Klein took them in his hand and quickly glanced over them, confirming that they were not ones he had read before.

“February 23rd, 1143. It has been more than a week since I transmigrated into this world. I need to write something down, to pour certain matters out, or I feel like I’ll go mad.

“Heh-heh. I’m writing in simplified Chinese, so surely no one will be able to decode it. The languages in this world are all alphabetic!

“I am now Roselle Gustav, but I will never forget my true name.

“Huang Tao!

“I still do not know exactly how I transmigrated. After thinking hard for a long time, I finally remembered that a few days before transmigrating, I had bought a silver plate with a very mystical feel. It was engraved with strange symbols and patterns and was super interesting.

“However, after arriving here, it did not appear again.

“It is not my golden finger!

“Mm, this is a world similar to ancient Europe, after the Renaissance. Cannons and firearms have already appeared, but they are still quite crude and primitive.

“And I, Huang Tao—Roselle Gustav—as a webnovel enthusiast, once loved the technology-development transmigration genre very much. I learned quite a few useful things and even specifically read corresponding knowledge!

“This is exactly the stage where I can stretch my hands and feet!

“But I discovered that my damned memory is terrible! I’ve forgotten most of it!

“Heaven let me transmigrate, yet gave me no outstanding memory, no system, no two-way door. How am I supposed to get by!

“All right. I’ll start from some small details first. Once I have money, I’ll hire a pile of craftsmen, inventors, and scientists to help. I will only be responsible for providing ideas!

“It has been a long time since I felt so full of expectation for the future.

“Still, I do miss Old Man and Mom a little…

“And entertainment in this world is far too monotonous. The maids, every last one of them, do not look very good. From head to toe, they smell of rural dirt. My imagined elegant scene of a lovely maid at my side while I read late into the night has collapsed completely.

“I still hadn’t finished following My Five Hundred Wastrels of Lin Gao. There are still so many pretty ladies on Douyin waiting for me to scroll past. My Honor of Kings and PUBG are waiting for my favor. Thinking about it still makes me melancholy.”

As Klein read, he nearly furrowed his brows.

Originally, based on references such as the Pirate King and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he had judged that Roselle had transmigrated three to five years earlier than him. But now, he discovered that the gap between their transmigrations could not have exceeded one year!

Then why, after arriving in this world, had there been a difference of nearly two hundred years?