Chapter 86: Subordinate “Gods”

Chapter 86: Subordinate “Gods”

Among the information provided by The Sun, several representative subordinate gods were listed in detail, but most did not have true names recorded. Only titles were written. Among them were the Goddess of Beauty and the Goddess of Life, who were subordinate to the vampire ancestor Lilith; the Goddess of Misfortune and the God of the Undead, who were subordinate to the demonic wolf of destruction, Flegrea; the God of Luck and the Queen of Calamity, who were subordinate to the Elven King Soniathrym; and many, many others.

Queen of Calamity… Klein immediately thought of the Book of Calamity. He thought of the golden wine cup he had obtained from the High Elf ruins, engraved with the name Cohinem and the Elvish word for Calamity.

This forced him to make an association: perhaps Cohinem was the Elven King’s subordinate god, the Queen of Calamity!

Unfortunately, I cannot directly ask Little Sun to confirm it. I can only wait for him to provide further information… Klein sighed soundlessly.

At the same time, he formed certain guesses regarding why these titles lacked corresponding true names.

The City of Silver had originally been the Nation of Silver ruled by the Giant King’s Court. Aside from sufficient understanding of their own faction and their mortal enemies, their information on other ancient gods mostly came from hearsay and was not detailed. Compared to simple, easy-to-understand titles, complicated, awkward true names were clearly harder to remember and harder to spread.

The information after turning the page preliminarily confirmed Klein’s judgment, but it also produced new doubts.

Among the dragons, there was also a Wisdom Dragon, Herabergen, who was equivalent to a god in the City of Silver’s terminology. And beneath the Giant King Aurmir, there were His eldest son, the God of Dawn, Badheil, and His queen, the Goddess of Harvest.

Why does the Goddess of Harvest have no true name? Was she not the queen of the Giant King’s Court? The City of Silver should have records… Are these so-called subordinate gods equivalent to later Angels or Kings of Angels? Mm. Sequence 2 of the same pathway, or Sequence 1 of another pathway? Klein suppressed his puzzlement and made a practical inference based on the knowledge recorded within the Card of Blasphemy: within a single pathway, if there was a Sequence 0, there would be no Sequence 1. If there was no Sequence 0, at most three Sequence 1s could exist.

But Klein did not dare make a definitive judgment based on that. After all, his knowledge was still rather incomplete. He himself was unsure whether the details regarding Sequence 0 and Sequence 1, derived from the immortality and conservation laws of Beyonder characteristics, had any prerequisite restrictions.

For now, I will think of it that way… Klein leaned back. As the information in his hand vanished, he smiled and said, “You may begin.”

At that moment, The Hanged Man Alger was still carefully examining himself.

After considering how he should communicate, he used a method of thinking from another person’s perspective. From the angle of Madam Hermit, suspected to be Admiral of Stars, he examined exactly what he had exposed.

“Mr. Fool’s protection of each member’s true identity is a kind of visual blurring and distortion, but that does not affect the expression of color. Colors that are close, such as brown and tan, are indeed difficult to distinguish, but vivid colors can still be grasped. At least I clearly know that Miss Justice has blond hair and relatively bright green eyes…

“And the most obvious trait I cannot hide is my deep-blue hair. But that proves nothing. It is no problem to say that deep-blue hair is a common mutation of the Sailor pathway, but the reverse is not valid. This trait can also be inherited. On Sonia Island, in Desi Bay near the Berserk Sea, and in places where elves originally gathered, many people with thin elven blood possess deep-blue hair as well. Heh. The same applies to regions where there are enough Beyonders from the Church of Storms…

“Without combining it with other features, it is difficult for The Hermit to infer anything further from this.”

Alger had only just begun relaxing when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the Storm robe on his own body.

After returning to the Blue Avenger, aside from being the captain, he was also the bishop for those sailors and had to often wear the corresponding garments to hold Mass.

If he did not show sufficient piety in his daily behavior, perhaps one day he would be reported by his own subordinates.

The Church of Storms had always remained rather vigilant toward members who drifted at sea for long periods of time, because if one pretended to be a pirate for too long, perhaps one would become a real pirate. In any case, the Lord of Storms had never issued a divine revelation excluding pirates from the ranks of believers.

Under that blurring and distortion, the details of clothing are very hard to see clearly. This is not a problem… However, I should still pay attention in the future. During the Tarot Gathering, I should change into a set of clothes with no distinctive features… Although I cannot be certain, I still have to treat her as a pirate admiral. I cannot be careless… The Hanged Man Alger thought cautiously.

Just then, he heard The Moon Emlyn speak in a voice that sounded deliberately lowered yet could not hide his excitement:

“Mr. Hanged Man, I am ready. When can you obtain that Blood Clan Baron’s legacy? You mentioned last time that it was in the hands of a great pirate?”

There was no need for you to add that last sentence… Alger’s body suddenly stiffened slightly.

A great pirate… The Hermit Cattleya’s gaze once again swept over The Hanged Man.

Alger’s expression did not change. Turning his head slightly, he responded to The Moon, “You have the cash?”

“Of course!” Emlyn answered with his neck slightly raised.

His original plan had been to wait until the banker’s acceptance bill reached the end of its three-month period before exchanging it at the bank. But very soon, he discovered that after deciding to buy the Blood Clan Baron’s legacy, his mood was completely different from before.

There were no more doubts, no more hesitation—only anticipation and desire. He wanted to obtain it immediately, just like the times he had saved up enough money to buy a beloved doll!

After enduring for more than a week, he finally could not restrain himself and resold the acceptance bill. Although he lost some money, it was still within an acceptable range.

In many circumstances, banker’s acceptance bills could be used as currency.

“I will obtain it for you within this week. Finally, let us confirm the price again. Four thousand five hundred pounds. No problem, yes?” Seeing that the transaction was about to be concluded, Alger no longer pursued The Moon leaking information about him just now.

Emlyn thought of the dolls in his room, cleared his throat, and said with a drifting gaze, “Can it be a little cheaper?”

“That is not something I can decide, but I can try to negotiate on your behalf. Also, do not forget my commission. Let us make it a bit lower. How about three hundred pounds?” The Hanged Man Alger’s tone did not change at all.

“Fine.” The Moon Emlyn quietly breathed out.

Not a very strong vampire. Underage, or just recently an adult… The Hermit Cattleya quietly watched and made her judgment.

Seeing Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Moon’s transaction concluded in a few sentences, Justice Audrey habitually felt that she ought to buy something as well.

In another week or two, I will contact the Psychology Alchemists’ members in East Chester County, tell them I have become a Psychiatrist, and exchange contributions for subsequent potion formulas. For now, there is no need to purchase them here… Once I know what materials I need, I can ask everyone for help… I also cannot buy more mystical items for now. One has already been “reimbursed.” Frequently obtaining such scarce objects itself reveals a great deal… Audrey’s thoughts moved rapidly, and she formed an idea.

She turned slightly, looking toward the gloomy man at the end of the bronze long table.

“Mr. World, you previously mentioned a clue regarding a Psychiatrist’s residual characteristic. Have you successfully obtained it?”

I plan to buy it back and feed it to Susie… she silently added in her heart.

In fact, when she had been thinking it over, she had also formed another slightly mischievous idea: to find an excuse to have Mr. Fool flip over the Black Emperor card beside His hand.

In her view, since Madam Hermit cared especially about the Roselle diary matter, had reacted with unusual intensity, and had swiftly and skillfully concealed it afterward, the other party might recognize a Card of Blasphemy. At the moment she saw it, she might expose many things, revealing her truest thoughts.

In the end, however, Audrey still dismissed that idea. It was not because she felt testing Madam Hermit was bad. To her, that counted as taking responsibility for the Tarot Club and for herself. Rather, she believed that she should not make decisions on Mr. Fool’s behalf.

If He wants Madam Hermit to recognize the Card of Blasphemy, He will certainly flip it over Himself. If He does not, then my attempt would go against His will… Audrey nodded solemnly, though with barely any movement.

At this time, The World responded hoarsely, “If you are certain you want it, I will give it to you as soon as possible.”

“The price is one thousand eight hundred pounds.”

Normally, a Psychiatrist Beyonder characteristic should cost somewhere between one thousand two hundred and one thousand five hundred pounds. Klein had raised the price slightly, intending to see how much Miss Justice would bargain it down.

“Alright.” Justice Audrey agreed in a light and cheerful tone.

She had already paid off the remaining balance owed to Viscount Glaint. After returning to the family estate, she had also received many coming-of-age gifts. Her finances were currently quite ample. Even the money she owed Mr. Fool’s Blessed next month had already been arranged in advance.

Afterward, her annuity income would exceed three thousand pounds per month. Meanwhile, a substantial portion of her usual expenses did not need to be borne by herself. This came from her parents’ affection and the later influence of the merit she had gained last time.

As the two negotiated, The Hanged Man felt somewhat astonished. The World had only recently sold a Faceless Beyonder characteristic, and in the recent period, had obtained Steel Maviti’s characteristic. In the shadows, he seemed to also possess a Psychiatrist characteristic. All of this had happened in less than a month!

After thinking about it, Alger quickly felt relieved.

The World represented Mr. Fool’s group of Blessed. Perhaps this was the gain of another Blessed!

As he let his imagination roam, The World—Klein—was in a state of shock at Miss Justice’s generosity.

He had originally thought that, after spending 5,500 pounds to buy a mystical item, Miss Justice would not be so well-off recently, just like last year. That was why he had left room for her to bargain. Who would have expected her to agree to the deal without the slightest hesitation?

Did she dig up a gold mine? Klein could not help muttering inwardly.

The Sun Derrick, seeing that they had finished negotiating, hurriedly imitated Miss Justice and raised his hand.

“Does anyone have the fruit of a Radiant Pact Spirit Tree?”

He had already gathered the other materials for the Solar High Priest potion quite smoothly.

The Hermit Cattleya had just preliminarily judged Miss Justice to be a Psychiatrist who had not yet advanced further when she heard this request. After several seconds of silence, she said, “I have it.

“What will you use in exchange?”

“Uh… I can use the history of the City of Silver, or the history of dragons, elves, and other creatures of darkness, in exchange,” The Sun Derrick said sincerely. “Madam Hermit, I also have a list of common monsters in the areas around the City of Silver. You can choose the materials you need from it.”

He really is honest… The Fool Klein nearly lifted his head to look up at the majestic palace dome.

What is he saying… Cattleya frowned slightly, and for a moment, she was unable to fully understand The Sun’s words.