Dragon of Imagination, Lend Me the Quill of Alzuhod

According to the intelligence Audrey obtained from her father, with the arrival of winter, the situation on all fronts in Loen finally stabilized. The soldiers had successfully repelled the offensives of the Feysac people and other nations, and could finally catch their breath.

King George III viewed this as a turning point in the war and felt it necessary to deliver a national address to boost the morale of the army and bolster national confidence.

At that time, the nation will organize people in major cities and villages to gather in Square across the country. The Royal Academy of Sciences will provide the latest scientific and technological advancements to ensure that all citizens can hear His Majesty the King's esteemed voice.

Upon hearing this, Luther and Klein exchanged a glance.

Organizing a large number of people to participate... listening to speeches in the Square... this already meets the sacrificial Ritual required for the ascension to the position of "Black Emperor," doesn't it...?

In other words, George III will be promoted this Saturday!

"Thank you for reminding me, Miss Audrey."

Klein said seriously, "Your reminder this time was really helpful."

After seeing Audrey Hall off, Luther and Klein quickly met up Above the Gray Fog. After all, the environment there was more secluded, making it suitable for discussing topics that would easily attract attention in the real world.

"Wait a minute, let me do Divination first."

Klein said. He conjured paper and pen, scribbled some words on them, then held the paper and bowed his head to recite them before leaning back and falling asleep. His movements were practiced and fluid.

The Divination results are not optimistic.

When Klein awoke from his dream, his expression turned serious. "My Spiritual Intuition was warning me that the long speech was tinged with malice."

"Malice?"

Luther frowned slightly. "From whom exactly?"

"I can't be sure if the other party has the power to refute Divination."

Klein shook his head. "If you ask me, this speech is very likely a trap... perhaps George III wants to use this Ritual to draw out his opponents."

"In other words, it might not necessarily be Advancement Ritual."

Luther realized what was happening.

It seems that even George III, the "dog shit," was on guard, perhaps harboring the intention of luring out those who opposed him, like himself, into a trap.

"It's not quite right to say that."

Klein shook his head and said, "Because such large-scale events are indeed difficult to organize. George III is certainly planning to be promoted soon, and if he misses this opportunity, he will have to organize a second national event in a short time, which will not only be troublesome but also easily attract more unnecessary attention..." In short, it is uncertain whether this speech will be George III's Advancement Ritual.

If they act rashly, they might alert George III and force him to postpone the Ritual; but if they choose to wait and see, George III might use this opportunity to turn the trap into a real Ritual.

What should we do?

Above the Gray Fog, the two hesitated for a moment.

After a moment, as if he had thought of something, Luther suddenly looked up.

"... In that case, let's turn the uncertainty into certainty."

He said with a sneer.

What are you saying?

Klein didn't understand at first.

"You still have 'The Groselle's Travels'? Give it to me first."

Luther spoke up.

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Seeing this, Klein seemed to understand something. He Consciousness wanted to summon the ancient Parchment book from the pile of clutter, but he quickly remembered that he was now the [World], so he hurriedly asked Mr. Fool for help, and then pretended to borrow the other's divine power to send the book to Luther.

He's still playing role- Acting... never mind.

Luther mentally scoffed, but business was of the essence. He picked up "The Groselle's Travels" and opened it, then looked at its yellowed, ancient pages and began:

"Are you there, Ankewelt?"

He is calling upon the Dragon of Imagination...

Klein's brow twitched Consciousness.

Looking in the direction of [Temperance], one can see that the surface of the pages of that ancient book is gradually rising with misty vapor, as if an invisible gaze is peering through the pages and into the outside world.

"It's good that you're here."

Luther nodded and smiled, "Can I borrow your Quill?"

"Huh? You won't lend it? Don't be so stingy. Anyway, it's just a fake, the real thing already belongs to Adam. What are you keeping that fake for... Enough talk, just lend it to me already. Didn't we reach a cooperation agreement before..."

Klein watched him argue with the ancient book, finding the scene quite fantastical. In the end, they reached a compromise. The final agreement was that Ankewelt would not lend out the illusory fake, but would help the "Scholar of Yore" Klein improve the latter's success rate in pulling Historical Projection from the past from 0-08.

So, after many attempts, Klein held Groselle's Travels in one hand and reached out into the air with the other, as if trying to grasp an invisible ember. With heavy and slow movements of his muscles, he finally pulled a dull-colored, antique-looking white Quill from the void.

This pen comes from Feysac, from the wasteland where Luther fell when he killed [Greed].

0-08, the Quill of Alzuhod.

As soon as the pen appeared, its surface began to turn transparent, and it seemed that this wouldn't last long.

"!"

Klein's expression changed, and without bothering to speak to Luther, he grabbed the pen and began writing rapidly on the white paper in front of him:

"George III intends to use this speech to lure out all the enemies who want to disrupt his Ritual. But if everything goes smoothly and no unexpected events occur, he will also take the opportunity to consume Potion, reveal his trump card, and attempt to ascend to God. After all, there are too many unknowns in the future, and it is not a sure thing. Moreover, his current preparations are already thorough and appropriate."

"This is a very reasonable development."

As the last few words were written, the classically styled, dull Quill disappeared instantly.

"Call..."

Klein rubbed his forehead and let out a long breath. Writing these few lines seemed to have exhausted a lot of his Spirituality, causing waves of sharp pain to surge deep in his head.

Are you alright?

Luther asked a question.

"Thankfully... I can meditate a bit more after returning to reality..."

Klein said weakly, "Before that, let's think about what else we need to prepare before the battle begins?"

"Hmm, let me think... what's the item to activate the Mausoleum?"

"The blood and the symbol have been given to Trissy and the Queen."

"How about we get to know the Angel leaders a bit?"

"This is also necessary... You go find the Queen Mystic, I'll go find Will and Leonard's grandfather... Also, don't forget our messenger..."

At this point, Klein, whose head was already throbbing, couldn't help but grimace in pain.

I'm so envious! Luther's messenger is willing to fully support him, while my guy has to ask me for so many Coin...