"You actually know about the Life School of Thought?" Darkwill asked in surprise.
Although the Life School of Thought was an ancient, secret organization passed down from the Fourth Epoch, it had always developed through master-and-apprentice lineages. Few outsiders knew about it, apart from similarly ancient and secret organizations.
There was definitely a powerful secret organization behind Gehrman Sparrow!
Klein glanced at him and replied calmly, "It wasn't difficult to guess."
I even know your leader and have a paper crane that can contact him. I might know him better than either of you does.
After a pause, a question suddenly occurred to him:
Will Auceptin seemed to have no intention of retrieving the Die of Probability, but the others in the Life School of Thought didn't know that. Would they end up fighting Cyril?
Should I find a chance to ask Will Auceptin? Right, there's also Ms. Hermit's request for a drop of Mythical Creature blood. I forgot to ask about that before.
Gathering his thoughts, he looked at the miserable Darkwill. "Let's go find the person you're looking for."
"All right."
Darkwill patted his village-witch-doctor-style robe and jogged ahead to lead the way.
Deep in the Spirit World, Cyril, who was approaching the Fog Sea, suddenly slowed down. He tilted his head slightly and looked diagonally ahead.
Through overlapping illusory blocks of color and abstract symbols, he saw a man wearing a rather mysterious black robe.
His brown hair was slightly curly, each strand stiff. His features were sharply defined, and deep within his eyes, one door after another seemed to contract.
Botis, the Saint of Secrets? I've run into him already?
As the thought crossed his mind, Cyril lowered his head slightly and glanced at the Die of Probability in his hand.
*Five... does running into Botis