Still, Old Huang's goal was not hard to guess. For someone who was already dead, there were only three possibilities:
First, purge the corruption from himself. Second, come back to life. Third, win favor with a Transmigrator like me or Mr. Fool, so they would help resurrect him in the future.
Even if he had been corrupted, those three desires would not have changed much. The trouble would lie in the process or the outcome.
But even knowing his goal, I still couldn't work out what he had arranged inside Groselle's Travels with the information I had. Hmm, the Imaginary World on the book's surface probably held nothing special. The reasonable guess was that his arrangement lay in Liveseyd, the Dragon of Imagination's Divine Kingdom hidden deep within the travelogue.
As his thoughts raced, Abner picked up the Error card again.
The portrait of Roselle on the card was not wearing a monocle, as Abner had imagined, but it still made him uneasy—both the smile at his lips and the look in his eyes.
Stranger still, viewing the card from different angles revealed many entirely different Roselles. Some were old, some young; some male, some female. They looked nothing alike, yet every face made you feel certain it was Roselle.
In the lower half of the portrait, this uncanny Roselle held three translucent twelve-segmented Worms of Time, like the hour, minute, and second hands of a clock.
The card was still sealed, so it had yet to reveal the Potion formulas of the Error Pathway.
Holding the Card of Blasphemy, Abner tried saying "Amon," "bug," "Bernadette," and "Isabella" in various languages. None drew a response.
Then he glanced at Roselle's dark expression and the pose in which he held the Worms of Time. An idea struck him, and he said