Chapter 64: Voices

Chapter 64: Voices

After hearing High Priest Nim’s answer, Klein carried the lantern and walked twenty to thirty steps to the right along the grayish-white fog.

Then he half-closed his eyes, as though sensing something. This made the Moon City Beyonders following behind and to the side not dare make a sound, afraid they would disturb the god’s envoy.

After four or five seconds, Klein extended his right hand and slowly grabbed at the air ahead.

A stone altar built from rough rocks fell out of nothingness into reality. Upon it were three candles made from grease, as well as seven or eight types of spiritual materials.

As a Sequence 4 demigod, Nim froze for a moment, seemingly unable to believe his eyes.

When he had seen Gehrman Sparrow take out the cane and treat his companions, he had only believed that the other party possessed a space-related ability, or had received the favor of Mr. Fool. But now, his judgment was completely overturned, because that altar, those candles, and those spiritual materials were all very familiar to him.

They were all things he had once used!

He can actually bring out things I once used? Is this power rooted in history? In time? Nim recalled the few remaining ancient books in Moon City and combined that knowledge with his own understanding of demigods, forming a preliminary guess.

At that moment, Klein turned back, looked at the High Priest, and said, “You may begin.”

Nim quietly inhaled. Under the gazes of Adal, Xin, Rus, and the others, he walked step by step to the altar and created a wall of spirituality.

After glancing at the symbols, labels, and patterns carved on the altar, and confirming there was no problem, he followed the procedure already engraved in his memory and skillfully conducted the ritual.

At the end, he lowered his head and recited in a deep voice:

“The eternal, unchanging fog;

“The barrier that solidifies space-time;

“The existence that encompasses all…”

Before the prayer had ended, Klein had already focused his attention on the grayish-white fog, hoping to hear voices coming from deep within.

For this, he had the many monster marionettes he secretly controlled, ones moving through the surrounding darkness, scatter outward. Every certain distance, he placed one, striving not to miss any suspicious trace.

But until the ritual ended, he detected no abnormality.

After waiting for a while longer, Klein turned his gaze toward Moon City’s High Priest Nim and said flatly, “Again.”

…

Backlund, Queens Borough, in the Hall family’s study.

After receiving permission, Audrey pushed open the door and walked inside. Her father, Earl Hall, and her elder brother, Hibbert, were discussing something.

“Oh, my dear, you don’t look very well.” Earl Hall turned his gaze toward the doorway.

Audrey did not rely on acting. With genuine effort, she gave a strained smile and said, “The Poverty Relief Foundation has a large shortage of food. I wanted to gather more, so I visited many nobles today, but they all told me they had no extra grain left. Even purchasing it with gold pounds was the same.”

When they said those words, those nobles had been in small parlors or special rooms used for afternoon tea. Before them were high-quality black tea and various exquisite desserts, and from time to time, they asked Audrey to comment on the culinary skill of their household dessert chefs.

Their servants had rosy complexions and light footsteps, making almost no sound to avoid disturbing the honored guest.

“With the current situation…” Earl Hall sighed after hearing that.

Audrey thought for a moment, then said seriously, “Father, I remember our family still has a considerable amount of food. May I buy part of it?”

“Audrey, you have already done too much. There is no need to go this far,” Hibbert Hall said with a slight frown, but Audrey merely looked at her father and did not respond to her brother’s words.

Earl Hall’s expression, which had relaxed somewhat when his daughter arrived…