Chapter 157: Reminding Everyone

Chapter 157: Reminding Everyone

It dares not speak, and it dares not display…

At least in Arrodes’s case, the Mother Tree of Desire is definitely above Sequence 1 Zaratul. No—Her level is even higher than the Uniqueness of the Monster pathway, the Die of Probability… There should be a way to circumvent the restriction and make Arrodes speak or display the corresponding intelligence. For example, I could bring its main body above the gray fog… Heh-heh. How could that be possible? Unless I were already an angel and had fully grasped that mysterious space…

Klein’s eyes moved faintly. He did not press the question further. Instead, he said, “It is your turn to ask.”

On the surface of the full-length mirror, the flow of silver light suddenly became light and brisk, forming one new word after another:

“Great Master, do You have any further instructions?”

Good question!

Klein thought for a moment and said, “After I leave Backlund, pay attention to the situation at Dr. Allen Kress’s home. Once his wife gives birth, remember to proactively tell me when I summon you.”

After serious consideration, Klein had decided that leaving this matter to the Magic Mirror Arrodes was more appropriate. After all, no one else could monitor Dr. Allen’s residence twenty-four hours a day. What Klein needed to do was change locations every day near the end of the month and turn on the radio transceiver once.

“Alright, Master~” The words on the mirror fully displayed Arrodes’s mood. “I have a question.”

“Speak.” Klein nodded in permission.

This time, when the Magic Mirror Arrodes revealed the words, there were many pauses, giving off a strong sense of hesitation:

“Great Master, what is the relationship between that child and You?”

It seemed confused as to why the supreme ruler above the spirit world would pay such attention to an unborn fetus.

Huh. I already said it is Dr. Allen Kress’s unborn child, yet Arrodes still failed to see that there is something wrong with Will Auceptin… When it comes to concealing one’s fate and special nature, the Snake of Mercury is much stronger than angels of other Sequences. But the Magic Mirror was able to accurately give the time when Tail Devourer Ouroboros left Backlund… Mm, it should be that when Will Auceptin “reboots,” it is very difficult for higher-level beings to discover a problem. That is how He can hide from the Angel of Fate…

Klein came to a realization and answered, “Friends.”

As for becoming Will Auceptin’s godfather, he had merely thought about it casually. He had no certainty and did not dare force the matter, afraid of angering this Snake of Fate.

“Only friends…” Arrodes’s words revealed a strange disappointment between the lines. “Great Master, You may ask Your question.”

Klein thought for a while and said, “Do you know who the person I saw tonight at the East Balam Veterans Club was?

“If you are not sure which person I mean, I can draw him for you.”

In the dark, deep mirror, waterlight floated and reflected a man with a cold, hard appearance, large areas of beard, and eyes that were deep blue, nearly black. It was precisely the demigod suspected to be of the Black Emperor pathway whom Klein had mentioned.

At the same time, a corresponding text description appeared beneath the “photograph”:

“His name is Qonas Kilgor. He comes from MI9 and is currently a major general and deputy director. Publicly, he claims to be only Sequence 5 of the Lawyer pathway, but he controls a powerful sealed artifact.”

MI9… major general and deputy director… It seems he is the “representative” of that royal faction within the intelligence agency…

Klein memorized the information provided by the Magic Mirror. Yet for the moment, he could not think of how to investigate or where to begin. After all, the other party was a demigod. Whether he peered, probed, made an attempt himself, or entrusted someone else, it would be easy to arouse vigilance and invite retaliation.

The only train of thought he felt was somewhat reliable was to conduct preliminary intelligence gathering through Miss Justice. Not only did this young lady have high enough status and enough connections to learn the relevant information, she was also Sequence 6 of the Spectator pathway. She could guide the topic without arousing suspicion and complete observations without showing a trace.

I have to say, although Spectators are poor in direct frontal combat, they really are extremely strong in other aspects. And after gaining the abilities of Psychiatrist and Hypnotist, Spectators can also manipulate and guide battle to a certain extent…

Klein sighed inwardly and considered what else he ought to ask the Magic Mirror Arrodes.

Just then, the light and shadows on the mirror surface faded. The words reorganized, forming a new sentence:

“Great Master, do You wish to know who is behind the manipulation of Caron’s suicide case?”

It is even proactively providing me with intelligence now? Because I have already jumped out of that matter, I have not been especially active in getting involved. I was simply waiting for the Nighthawks to investigate the result, and I did not even feel it necessary to ask…

Klein gave a silent heh and lightly nodded.

“I do.”

On the full-length mirror, a row of silver-white words immediately appeared:

“Royal adviser, Hvin Rambis, one of the councilors of the Psychology Alchemists.”

The Psychology Alchemists? A royal adviser?

Klein immediately frowned faintly.

This made it difficult for him to judge whether the Psychology Alchemists were plotting something, or whether a certain faction of the royal family was dissatisfied with the current political situation and attempting to “push” events forward.

The Psychology Alchemists are not as focused on academics and exploration of ancient ruins as I previously understood… Is it that every hidden organization, upon reaching a certain level, will try to grasp authority and influence the world? Is this a need of anchors? I wonder if Hvin Rambis’s plot is a personal act or the organization’s decision. If it is the former, things are relatively fine. If it is the latter, then the higher Miss Justice’s position within the Psychology Alchemists, the easier it will be for her to face difficult choices…

Klein’s thoughts turned, returning to the question-and-answer game itself. After weighing his words, he asked, “Is there anything else you wish to say?”

If someone else asked such a question, Klein believed they would certainly be struck by Arrodes’s lightning, or be maliciously teased through some other method. However, he felt that as the supreme ruler above the spirit world, he should still be qualified to ask in such a way. This would also serve as an opportunity to test Arrodes’s limits.

On the surface of the full-length mirror, the silver light twisted without any delay, changing into one new word after another:

“Great Master, Amon has arrived in Backlund, as You predicted.

“Because what came is His avatar, I can see it.”

What do you mean, as I predicted? When did I ever predict that?

Klein lifted an eyebrow.

“I understand.

“Very well. That is all for now. If I encounter more problems later, I will use that radio transceiver to summon you.”

“Yes, Master. Your humble and loyal servant Arrodes is always at Your command! Goodbye~” On the mirror surface, a simple stick figure waving a handkerchief appeared.

Klein silently watched until everything returned to normal.

By the next day—Monday—he had already made preparations to go to the Southern Continent. Apart from one suitcase meant for others to see, which contained two changes of clothes, 500 pounds in cash, and some miscellaneous clothing items, the remaining 12,125 pounds in cash and 87 gold coins had all been tossed above the gray fog.

The reason he was so cautious was that the events after his last death and resurrection had left too deep an impression on him. If not for the few hundred pounds Miss Justice had given him in an anonymous account, he had no idea how many days he might have wandered the streets. Perhaps he would truly have had to apply as a clown at some circus, or “borrow” some money from certain gang leaders’ homes.

Seeing that it was nearly three o’clock, Klein once again entered above the gray fog, preparing for this week’s Tarot Gathering.

—He had previously performed divination here and obtained the conclusion that, unless he was inside the same building, even Blasphemer Amon could not discover the movements caused by members of the Tarot Club being pulled into the mysterious space above the gray fog.

Before long, inside the ancient and majestic palace, crimson beams of light abruptly rose, solidifying into blurry figures one after another.

Justice Audrey, who had already confirmed that she would resume her psychology classes this week and therefore restart contact with the Psychology Alchemists, looked toward the head of the bronze long table in fairly good spirits. She stood, lifted her skirt in a slight curtsy, and bowed.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~”

Across from her, the Hanged Man also stood and bowed, but what he was thinking about was another matter.

He had originally promised the World Gehrman Sparrow that last week he would hand over the mystical item made from the Ocean Songster Beyonder characteristic. Who would have known that something had happened on the Artisan’s side, preventing timely delivery?

Because of this, Alger planned to first explain the reason to the World during the Tarot Gathering, then personally take action and help that Artisan resolve the trouble.

After the salutations and greetings were complete, the Hermit Cattleya was just about to speak when she saw Mr. Fool bend a finger and lightly tap the edge of the mottled long table twice.

Those heavy sounds made every Tarot Club member tense their spirits at once. None of them knew what Mr. Fool was about to say, or what He would say.

But it must be something major! Something Mr. Fool emphasizes at the very start must certainly be major!

Justice Audrey made this judgment inwardly.

The Fool Klein looked around once, then smiled faintly.

“Amon has recently arrived in Backlund. An avatar.”

Amon? Blasphemer Amon?

The Sun Derrick immediately recalled unpleasant memories.

Whether it was the Amon who had parasitized the former exploration team captain and asked from behind him, “Are you looking for me?” or the Amon who had coiled like a snake around his spirit body, wearing a pointed soft hat—both were nightmares Derrick could not shake off.

One had to know that as a resident of the City of Silver, Derrick had seen no small number of terrifying monsters. Yet those capable of making him feel uneasy and afraid merely from remembering them were only a scant few.

Amon has gone to the Backlund where Miss Justice and Miss Magician live? What does He want to do? What should be done?

The Sun Derrick suddenly grew nervous for his companions.

Amon… This ancient King of Angels has also returned to the real world? As expected, a great change is about to arrive—or perhaps is already arriving. The tide of the times is rolling in…

The Hanged Man Alger’s gaze shrank as he remembered some words Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos had once told him.

The Hermit Cattleya’s thoughts were similar. Because a King of Angels had reappeared on the Northern Continent, she “smelled” unease, and a phrase surfaced inside her mind:

A turning of epochs!

Amon! The Angel of Time, Amon… an ancient King of Angels…

Justice Audrey shivered, filled with both dread and concern. She glanced at Mr. Magician Fors and Mr. Moon, who both looked somewhat confused and fearful, then could not help looking toward the head of the bronze long table and asking, “Honorable Mr. Fool, can I find a way to inform the Church of this matter?”