Chapter 249: What Is a Miracle

Chapter 249: What Is a Miracle

Seeing Mr. Fool merely chuckle without speaking, Justice Audrey and the others could only withdraw their gazes and stop asking.

They did not feel that there was anything wrong with a situation where only a hint was given and no explanation followed. Existences at the level of gods often had similar habits. Sometimes, what they gave was not even a hint, but a revelation.

In the eyes of a great figure like Mr. Fool, a single name alone is enough. If we cannot understand, it is because our level is still insufficient. We need to ponder and attempt more diligently… Justice Audrey found herself looking forward more and more to what it would be like after she became a Psychiatrist.

“…I remember seeing words similar to ‘Redemption Rose’ in that half-abandoned temple?” The Hanged Man, Alger, turned his head toward the Sun.

Derrick nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“Yes. They were written in the corner of a mural using words derived from the Giant language. We spent some time deciphering them.”

“Words derived from the Giant language…” The Hanged Man had paid no attention to that detail last time, but now he could not help making certain connections.

That little boy Jack is suspected to have come from the Sonia Sea… words derived from the Giant language… Alger weighed his words and made a request, materializing a line of words.

Those words belonged to ancient Feysac, the source of writing for the countries of the Northern Continent. Their meaning was:

“Redemption Rose.”

The Sun, Derrick, looked at them closely and immediately showed some astonishment.

“They are very close. Only the treatment of the ending is a little different.

“Mr. Hanged Man, is this writing from your side?”

As he spoke, Derrick reproduced the words from the mural.

“Yes,” Alger answered affirmatively. “This language has undergone its own evolution. The type you discovered should belong to an earlier form.”

In linguistics, this type of ancient Feysac is widely considered characteristic of the Solomon Empire… Klein the historian gave the most accurate answer inwardly.

The Hanged Man, Alger, paused briefly and said, “What about the content of the corresponding mural?”

“I wasn’t responsible for that area, and I didn’t examine it closely before we set out…” The Sun, Derrick, instantly felt somewhat ashamed.

Alger nodded without changing his expression.

“Find an opportunity to figure it out. The key point may be hidden there.”

“All right!” Derrick increasingly felt that the situation was not so terrible.

Seeing that he had relaxed considerably, Justice Audrey asked with both curiosity and puzzlement, “Mr. Hanged Man, if the little boy named Jack truly is the child of the Listener you described, why can he communicate with Mr. Sun and the others?”

After the matter of the words corresponding to Redemption Rose, she was completely certain that the language used by the City of Silver differed from Loenese, and from the common languages of every country on the Northern and Southern Continents.

As for how everyone above the gray fog could communicate so fluently, without the slightest delay, that relied on Mr. Fool’s mighty power… Audrey offered praise inwardly.

The Hanged Man, Alger, glanced at her and chuckled.

“Miss Justice, you have not experienced many supernatural incidents, have you?

“Jack has already turned into such a terrifying monster. What else cannot change? Believe me, sometimes acquiring a language is extremely easy. It can happen in one or two seconds.”

…Audrey blinked, feeling that she had once again exposed the fact that she lacked experience and knowledge in the mystical domain.

After that matter came to an end, the Tarot Gathering began proceeding according to its usual steps. Justice Audrey looked toward the head of the long bronze table and said, “Mr. Fool, I have three more pages of Roselle’s diary this time. I still owe seven.”

Hearing that, Magician Fors hurriedly followed, “Mr. Fool, I have also received a reply. There will be new Roselle diary pages next time.”

“Very good.” Klein chuckled in response.

At the side, the Sun, Derrick, suddenly felt ashamed again, because after joining the exploration team, he had not had time last week to visit the library, browse materials, and memorize details of history.

After the brief process, Klein picked up the three manifested diary pages and began reading with considerable anticipation.

“August 8th. I received my first invitation to enter White Maple Palace and attend the ball held by His Majesty the King.

“These nobles are damn extravagant. As for the food, they pursue novelty—roasted swan, sheep testicle pies, all sorts of things…

“I have to say, what astonished me at first was that the nobles of this world—only the nobles—are actually very fond of cleanliness. They bathe quite frequently, and toilet paper even has an early prototype. They are completely different from the nobles of Earth’s Middle Ages.

“I originally thought this was an influence brought about by the existence of true gods, but later someone told me that it was an improvement they had no choice but to make because of a certain threat. Beyonders of a certain Sequence can use filthy habits to spread plague. I have no idea which pathway or Sequence that is.

“My first thought at the time was: do these nobles have holes in their brains? Since they are afraid of plagues spreading, why not clear the sewage-filled streets, why not build a complete sewer system, and why not reform the slums?

“If a plague appears over there in the same city, can this side truly remain unaffected?

“Uh, if water sources, food, and population are isolated or only flow one way, perhaps it really can…

“But some plagues can spread through the air! Once I occupy a high position, I must promote urban construction and environmental cleanup. Even setting plague aside, living in such a stinking city is enough to make one uncomfortable!

“Right. Tonight, I received an audience with His Majesty the King.

“I thought that since I came from Earth and had received an education in equality, I would remain neither servile nor overbearing, calm and composed. In reality, however, I was still very nervous and excited. Without realizing it, I bent my waist and lowered my head. Of course, I know that in terms of personhood, the king and I are equal…

“This is the charm of power!”

Even though an entire page is daily life, the Emperor still managed to make me laugh… He was someone with pursuits after all… Then again, even someone born in modern society would still feel fear toward, and try to please, a person in a high position, someone who could influence one’s fate… The corners of Klein’s mouth curved faintly. His mood had become much more relaxed.

He flipped to the second page and continued reading.

“November 10th. I will soon advance to Sequence 4. I will soon become a demigod.

“After this, as long as I do not lose control, my level of life will undergo a qualitative change. I will no longer be a short-lived species. Of course, different pathways and different Sequences have different states.

“I am faced with two choices. One is the Alchemist of the Savant pathway, and the other is the Mysticologist of the Mystery Pryer pathway. In the end, I still did not change pathways, because the Hidden Sage is a very dangerous existence. However, I have always suspected that He is not a true god, and that His status may be a bit lower.

“After becoming an Alchemist, I will be able to infuse the items I create with ‘souls,’ granting them a certain degree of life. That will be a Creator-like feeling. It will definitely be extremely, extremely wonderful. This is also why I continue to choose this Beyonder pathway.

“After obtaining the Beyonder characteristic of this Sequence, I should be able to complete even more of my ideas. One day, this world will produce the saying, ‘It isn’t that we didn’t try; it’s that the cheater had a Gundam.’ And that will be a Gundam in the truest sense!

“The only problem is that the ritual corresponding to Alchemist will draw all vitality from a certain area. Soil will turn to sand, and lakes will dry up… Why does this look practically the same as an evil cult sacrifice…

“I have always felt that the potion Sequence system contains too many dark and mad aspects. Occasionally, it can even become so bizarre and evil as to make one despair.”

The Emperor had similar feelings too… Seeing this, Klein could not help sighing.

Sometimes, he too felt that the background color of this world was gray-black and madness.

The law of indestructibility and conservation of Beyonder characteristics, the convergence effect within the same pathway, and the ability to switch between neighboring Sequences could all lead to cruel evolutions.

This Sequence of Alchemist is very interesting. Life alchemy sounds like a forbidden domain very close to gods… I wonder whether the Emperor managed to create a Gundam before he was assassinated… Probably not… Klein’s thoughts scattered for a moment.

He was rather curious about the rituals for becoming High Sequence and becoming a demigod. Unfortunately, Roselle had not recorded much. After all, this was a diary, not notes.

The Mystery Pryer pathway’s Sequence 4, Mysticologist, also sounds rather good… Klein turned over the second page and revealed the third.

“April 23rd. These nobles are truly depraved! I thought Madam Karen had taken an interest in my inner depth and that was why she seduced me into bed. Who knew that her husband, the Earl of Champagne, was actually peeping from next door, and was even excited by it. His mother even wanted to sodomize me!

“I’m very sorry, but I truly couldn’t accept it, so I could only kick him out of the room.

“Compared with their family, I am a pure child!”

…Klein was momentarily speechless. He could only feel that Emperor Roselle’s private life truly was too colorful, while many Intis nobles were strange enough to defy reason.

If some noble seeking novelty brought in a curly-haired baboon, perhaps a certain disease would be born… Klein sighed with a click of his tongue and moved his gaze downward.

“April 25th. Cultivating my character and nourishing my nature. I went fishing at Swan Lake. I hope that one day, I can go out to sea and hook a mermaid.

“Sigh. I’ve been rather depraved recently. I need to lift my spirits and invent more things. I must not leave any blanks behind! Since I crossed over, I must stamp my mark on this era!”

…Emperor, perhaps it would be better if you stayed depraved… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched slightly. He did not wish to comment.

Then he calmed himself and looked toward the final diary entry on the final page.

“April 26th. Zaratul came to visit. I deliberately found an opportunity to ask him one question: what is a miracle?

“He asked me in return: what do you think?

“What do I think? In my heart, there is only one kind of miracle: wonders of civilization! For example, the Feysac Empire’s Twilight Palace, the former residence of Giant King Aurmir.

“Zaratul finally gave me a direct answer.

“He said: What is a miracle?

“Resurrection from the dead is a miracle!”