Mother's Recruitment

she----?

Trissy had a brief moment of doubt. This was something Gehrman Sparrow had told her to ask, but Gehrman Sparrow couldn't possibly be the "she" Mr. "The Door" was referring to—or perhaps the famous, mad Adventurer had always been a woman disguised as a man, never showing her true face? That wasn't necessarily true, after all, Gehrman did indeed possess the ability to change his appearance.

Trissy dismissed the idea in an instant. Not to mention that changing his gender would not benefit him, Gehrman Sparrow had not yet reached the Demigod at the time. Whether the ability to change his appearance came from himself or from "the Creeping Hunger," it was unlikely to cause a significant change unless a Demigod covered it up for him.

Speaking of Demigod, one cannot help but mention "Pure White," who has a close relationship with Gehrman Sparrow. Trissy noticed her from the information she collected, and coincidentally, Mr. "Door" was also asking about "her."

Could it be that the question was asked by Gehrman Sparrow at the behest of the "Pure White" lady? Could it be that the "Pure White" lady knows the mysterious "Door" gentleman?

Although she had a guess in her mind, Trissy refused to admit it, replying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I have some understanding of your situation. Since I accepted your help, it is only my duty to bring you back from that unknown space."

"Heh heh—" a deep voice chuckled from the depths of the vortex, "When did Cheek's followers become so chivalrous—"

Trissy lowered her head and remained silent, refusing to answer. But Mr. Door seemed to have his urge to speak unleashed, "My descendant—my offspring—she was supposed to bring me back—but she never came back—"

"If you have the chance to see her, please tell her that I miss her very much and hope she will come back to me soon so I can see her too."

"As long as she's willing to come back—back to my side—she'll always be my child—"

That Eater of Words voice seemed to contain a certain urgency, causing Trissy's black hair to writhe and sway.

Whether Mr. "Door" sensed her state or not, the emotion in his voice subsided again. "The way to bring me back—arrange this Ritual —offering one Demigod each from the paths of the Seer, the Apprentice, and the Marauder Pathway— "

Having received the answer, Trissy took some time to calm herself down. She naturally had no interest in the preceding events. If it were before all of this happened, she might have tried to find out who the child was and what had happened, but right now, she only hoped that things would be less unexpected.

Therefore, she didn't ask any further questions, but instead continued with Gehrman Sparrow's second question, "The Abraham Family wants to know how to get rid of the ancient Curse upon them."

The dark vortex fell silent. After several seconds, the voice replied, "Once I Li Feng and pierce through the darkness— the Curse will disappear—"

The final answer was obtained: Trissy, who had no interest in the matter, immediately terminated the Ritual and ended the summoning. Mr. "Door" did not attempt to bewitch, threaten, or corrupt; he simply disappeared.

Once the dark vortex of fire dissipated and the Ritual ended, Trissy began to meditate, spending nearly an hour calming the effects of Mr. Door's Eater of Words on her.

After doing all this, Trissy found a pen and paper, copied the Symbol provided by Mr. "Door," and described in detail the answers to several questions, including the meaningful message.

With the "Demoness Sect" focused on her, she would have little chance to quickly collect the blood of Beyonder from different Pathway. Moreover, Gehrman Sparrow seemed to have more channels, and it was obvious to everyone that this matter should be left to Gehrman Sparrow.

As for that statement, if she didn't want to get into trouble, she should have told the truth and left it to the two parties to handle themselves.

Furthermore, she believed that even if George III and his men were convinced that the secret Mausoleum was safe enough and had not been left with too many guards, there would still be necessary precautions inside that she could not quickly break through and destroy. If she did, she would be intercepted by reinforcements and lose her best opportunity.

Even disregarding the "Pure White" lady with whom he has a close but ambiguous personal relationship, Gehrman Sparrow's status as Angel Messenger alone is enough to attract attention.

The first thing Klein did after reading the letter was to find Neph. He knew it was of great importance. He made no attempt to conceal the ambiguous words, and even asked at the end, "Trissy might have omitted something in her relay. Should you go and check?"

"No—judging from the content of her words, I believe she wasn't hiding anything—" Neph gave a pale smile, "Even if she was, my venerable mother has already conveyed Her will."

"Your... mother?" Klein was bewildered. "And which mother is this?"

"Of course—" Neph narrowed her eyes, "The Mother of All Things?"

The Mother of All Things? Who is that? Hmm—the pollution on Mr. "Door" comes from the "Primordial Moon," and the "Primordial Moon"—I seem to remember that there's a phrase in His Honorific Name: the Mother of All Spirituality Powers—

Klein asked in a deep voice, "Are you referring to the Primordial Moon?"

"It's obvious," Neph nodded, "Can't you tell? He's trying to recruit me."

She curved her lips into a smile, but there was no joy on her face; she felt no good at the possibility of being recruited or having a way out.

She had no good impression of the Outer Deity, not even about what they had done, because she knew very well that these beings, born of the Great Old One and possessing conscious Authority, were completely uncontrollable and dangerous. Even the slightly more neutral names only reduced the level of danger.

Unless they developed humanity under the influence of their faith.

Of course, this event had not happened to the Outer Deity at this moment, so Neph did not think it was good news at all. The Mother Goddess of Depravity was known as the "Mother of All Things," but in fact, she did not actually crawl out of the Mother Goddess of Depravity's belly. Neph suspected that this "returning to her side" also included being born by her.

This is something Neph would never want to face, especially since Earth is so important to her. If she had any doubts about this issue when she was Oldest One born, then she would have absolutely no chance of betraying us by now.

Klein was unaware of the profound implications of this. His only image of the "Primordial Moon" was of its danger and power, and its bizarre Authority reproduction. Now that Neph brought it up, he couldn't help but ask, "How are you going to handle this?"

"I think I should ask my My Lord— " Neph's expression was strange, "After all, he's trying to persuade me to surrender."

"So," Klein gleaned from her words, "What does ' Primordial Moon ' want? Why is he recruiting you?"

"All you need to know is that this is about the Apocalypse," Neph said. "As for more, it's the same question, which I can't explain to you right now."

Klein had no choice but to give up and changed the subject: Mr. "The Door" was going to collect the blood of 22 Beyonder Pathway, but in reality, Pathway should be 23.

strip.

"Should I collect the blood of those with Beyonder Pathway as he instructed, or does that include yours? If not, can I choose any 22, or the 22 excluding yours?"

"You can collect the 22 other Pathway besides mine first," Neph suggested, "And try them out. If that doesn't work, I'll give you mine."

"I've got that idea," Klein nodded, "But aren't you in Lenburg? Can you make it back from Isar to deliver the blood to me in time?"

"Actually, I can make it—okay, I'll give you one first," Neph pinched the bridge of her nose, "But I think you understand without me saying it, this must be blood without Divinity."

"Of course I know!" Klein gave her a rather speechless look. "If we were to add Divinity blood to such Ritual, I couldn't bear to part with it. But I'm very curious, in what form does divine blood exist within Mythical Creature?"

Neph thought for a moment and replied, "Just like your Spirit Worm."

Klein understood immediately, and after some thought, he said, "There are a few blood transfusion Pathway that might require your help."

"Okay," Neph agreed, "Which Pathway?"

Klein carefully considered his words before answering, "First, the ' Corpse Collector ' Pathway. I remember the Numinous Episcopate is under your control— the Planter ' Pathway —could you ask Frank Lee for some? Would he refuse?"

"Then there's the 'Savant ' Pathway, but I don't know anyone there, so I might have to ask you for help—well, I won't trouble you with the 'Criminal ' Pathway; you should be able to find the remnants of Devil flesh in City of Silver— "

Neph nodded and made a note of it.

Klein then asked, "What do you plan to do with what Mr. 'The Door' brought back from that space?"

Neph's expression turned serious. She warned, "Telling Abraham not to take action isn't necessarily a warning. You can also simply not tell them the method. In short, don't let the Abraham Family do this; it's absolutely a bad thing."

"As you know, Mr. Door is shrouded in the pollution of the Primordial Moon, which is by no means a good thing. The pollution of the Primordial Moon is very sticky, like a leech. If you welcome Mr. Door back, we will have to prepare for the Divine Descent of the Primordial Moon."

"Believe me, you don't want to see that happen. After all, He recruited me precisely for this purpose. You can equate His Divine Descent with the Apocalypse."

Klein's expression changed instantly. He frowned and asked, "Is Mr. 'Door' still conscious?"

"The one speaking to you isn't the real Door, sir," Neph said meaningfully, "But rather the offspring of the Primordial Moon, who, besides kindly answering all questions and chatting with people, constantly tries to persuade them to go to the Moon."

She paused, then added, "I think it's easy to guess—in this mysterious world where knowledge is power, the last person willing to impart knowledge for free was Hidden Sage."

"Oh, right, Amon might count too."

The two names referred to objects that were both infamous, Klein immediately grasped the current state of "The Door." He then became even more wary of "The Primordial Moon," pressing, "Why do you call Him the Mother of All Things?"

"Could it be that He really gave birth to us? No, that's unlikely—could He have given birth to the Original Creator? But theoretically, He should also have been created by the Original Creator— "

"So, if She truly is the ' Mother of All Things,' then who created whom, Her or the Original Creator?"

"----Good question," Neph's expression froze. "I must say, this question is much more interesting than the chicken-or-egg question, because both could happen at the same time."

"What?" Klein looked at her, puzzled.

He noticed that Neve's expression was unexpectedly unpleasant, which was actually to be expected, because Neve had realized something because of Klein's words.

Her highest ideal of the "Mother Goddess of Depravity" was that this Pillar might have given birth to all the Outer Deity, but Klein raised the possibility that the "Mother Goddess of Depravity" might also have given birth to the "Original Creator," after all, He is inconceivable, indescribable, a collection of everything rational and irrational, one and all-encompassing—

"I need to speak with my My Lord about this," Neph said gravely. "As for your question—"

"Don't let Mr. Abraham bring the door back," she warned again. "If you think of anything you shouldn't, go back to Sefirah Castle immediately and have Miss Justice seal your memories!"

"----Well," Klein frowned, "So, what's the difference between you bringing back 'Mr. Door' and 'Mr. Abraham Bringing Back Door'? Can you really save Him?"

"Didn't I tell you from the beginning?" Neph looked at him strangely. "I only intended to collect His body—I had no intention of bringing Him back to life. He had completely lost himself. If I had to say he left anything behind—"

She pursed her lips, her expression enigmatic, and said, "He was shouting incessantly and desperately, hoping that Abraham's descendants would never produce High Sequence individuals."

"However, He probably didn't realize that he shouted so loudly that he almost caused Abraham's lineage to become extinct."

Klein moved his lips slightly, looking at Neph with mixed feelings. "----To be honest."

"Sometimes the things you say make me want to laugh, but then I feel like if I actually laughed in a situation like this, I deserve to go to hell—"

"That's a hellish joke," Neph explained kindly.

"So," Klein sighed softly, "The ' Pure White ' Angel was actually Angel of the Ferryman from hell?"

"Who knows?" Neph shrugged. "But I think when I started doing this, I wasn't called Pure White anymore— my My Lord didn't seem to want me to inherit that name."