In the early morning, amid Mr. Devil's prayers, Klein woke punctually from the soft bed. It had to be said that the castle of Mr. Devil's ancestral home offered a quality of life far beyond this era. Whether it was the integrated water circulation system or the air-conditioning system capable of precisely adjusting temperature and humidity, everything gave Klein a comfort that transcended the times.
After a simple wash-up, Klein arrived at the dining hall and had a breakfast of fried dough sticks and tofu pudding with Sno, who had just arrived as well.
"Are you ready?" Sno suddenly asked on the way to the entrance of the treasure trove.
"Mm." Klein nodded gently. He had secretly performed more than twenty divinations the previous night. In truth, when he had heard that Rochard Language was carved at the entrance, he had wanted to take a look immediately. However, considering that merely looking at the writing without entering would seem too deliberate, he had forcibly suppressed his curiosity.
The two entered a long, narrow passage. As their destination drew closer and closer, Klein finally could not resist voicing his doubt:
"Are there no other Seer Pathway Beyonders in your family?"
According to Klein's impression, this senior should have transmigrated into this world around the year 1200—Roselle had been assassinated in 1198—but that had already been one hundred and fifty years ago. That meant Mr. Sno was likely a great-grandson or even a great-great-grandson. Had there truly not been a single Seer among the previous three or four generations?
Sno had long had an answer to Klein's question. He revealed a slightly bitter smile and said helplessly:
"Each person can only enter that door three times, and those who undergo the trial cannot reveal its contents. Counting from the ancestor who left