Treasure

"The Lord that Created Everything, the Lord who Reigns Behind the Curtain of Shadows, the Degenerate Nature of all Living Things— "

As he uttered this familiar yet unfamiliar Honorific Name, Klein finally understood what it meant for His gaze to guide him. He could clearly feel the presence of a gaze, and by following that gaze, he could determine the direction he was heading.

Fellow villager—so that's why you can't use a compass here, you're using yourself as your compass! Klein muttered to himself, but didn't say it Exit. Instead, he picked up his lantern and continued on his journey.

After all this, Klein finally gave up the idea of finding other modes of transportation. After a few seconds of contemplation while searching for a vehicle in the Historical Void and running wildly, he decided to switch modes.

After all, Historical Projection have a limited lifespan.

"Hmm, so it's definitely going in this direction—wait, should I really start digging?" Neph locked onto the exact location of the Mausoleum in the Sewer, staring at the mess before her, lost in thought.

As if realizing something, before Ais could even look at it, it perched on Neph 'Neph shoulder and squeaked, "Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Huh? What?" Neph turned her head ninety degrees around her neck and met Ais's gaze.

A vortex seemed to form in the depths of her blue-green eyes, as if shimmering with beautiful ripples, but it vanished in an instant, returning to normal.

"Ah—" Neph looked enlightened. "You're right, I can indeed make these obstacles disappear, or pass right through them, but—"

She tilted her head slightly and said sincerely, "Don't you think this is boring?"

"Squeak squeak squeak?" Ais looked bewildered.

Neph reached out and picked up Ais, placing her on the ground. She then used ice to conjure a small shovel that fit Ais's size and put it into Ais's paw.

"You don't remember, but that's alright—" she stood up, her voice soft and ethereal, "Since it's the Jacob Family's Treasure, it's better if you dig it up yourself."

"Squeak?!" Ais exclaimed in surprise.

Neph ignored poor Ais, turned around, and disappeared at the end of the Sewer.

"Squeak squeak squeak?!" Ais looked at the obstacle in front of her, then gestured to show her own size, her small eyes revealing a look of despair.

Most of the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" was a desolate and lifeless plain. In this place where even the riverbeds had dried up, moving forward was actually quite easy, except that he couldn't find a place to drink water.

Milk can replenish fluids, but it cannot quench thirst. Although Sequence 3 Saint can survive for a period of time in a state of extreme hunger and thirst, Klein has no inclination to torment himself if given a choice.

This time, he chose Neph, for no other reason than that when he decided to have someone deliver water to him, it suddenly occurred to him that Neph's Authority contained ice and snow—and when that ice melted, wasn't it water?

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the idea, but it made Neph roll her eyes. Then, after a Ritual to request a blessing, Klein was completely buried under ice spikes that fell from the sky.

When Klein pried open the icicles and stood up, he was surprised to find that the shape of these icicles was very familiar. These long, transparent icicles reminded Klein of the icicles that hung under the eaves of his childhood home.

However, as the city has gradually been covered by high-rise buildings, he hasn't seen these things for a long time.

With an ice pick clenched in his mouth, Klein resumed his journey.

His destination was North, the Ancient City of Nois of City of Silver where Shapeshifter were hunted, as he suspected there was a high probability of traces of Kotar activity there.

Backlund, Hillston District, "The Magician" Fors opens a letter from his Teacher Dorian.

In the first Tarot Club after George III's death, "The World" revealed the truth about the death and issued a purchase request.

He asked Fors to inquire whether the Abraham Family had any remaining "Worm of Star" with Spirituality; if not, he would search for Botis while searching for Kotar.

This was to collect auxiliary materials for the "Miracle Invoker" Potion. For Klein, the "Spirit Worm" and "Worm of Time" were relatively easy to obtain, but the "Worm of Star" was the only one that was difficult to obtain. Apart from the Abraham Family and the "Aurora Order," he couldn't find anyone else.

After questioning Neph, Klein learned that the Aurora Order members who entered the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" had not left, but instead formed their own groups to search for City-State in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" that still had lights.

Among them was "The Saint of Secrets," Botis. When she heard that Klein had set his sights on this person, Neph told him with a strange expression, "Perhaps I can find you two helpers."

"Who?" Klein asked her.

"Hmm—" Neph struggled to find the right words, "He's always wanted to wipe out those who have committed evil deeds under my My Lord's command, the Saint of Secrets ' Botis,' I remember he was one of those who betrayed the Abraham Family back then, he must deeply abhor this situation—"

Thus, Neph introduced Klein to the existence of "Saint of Darkness" Leomaster and Laila, and indicated that she could make an introduction to them if he made up his mind.

Fors, of course, was unaware of the hidden details; she merely inquired about the existence of the "Worm of Star" and confirmed the presence of the Abraham family.

After the "Worm of Star" of the clan no longer possessed any remaining Spirituality, she felt a strange sense of relief.

Should he tell the Teacher about it first, to give him a heads-up, or surprise him? Fors pondered, then murmured a Honorific Name: "The Fool, Not of This Time"—

Late at night, Backlund, Empress Borough, Earl Hall's house.

Audrey, dressed in a white gauze nightgown, suddenly opened her eyes, took a blue cloak, and draped it over herself.

She immediately got out of bed, walked to the Full-Length Mirror in the room, and, with the help of the Red Moon shining through the curtains, carefully examined herself:

Those emerald green eyes seemed to glow on their own, clear and bright, allowing one to see every detail clearly.

Audrey closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, everything had disappeared.

The corners of her mouth gradually turned up, her cheeks showed slight dimples, her eyebrows curved slightly, and her gaze shifted gently. In her heart, she silently praised herself, "Audrey, you've finally made it this far!"

She has completely digested the "Dreamwalker" Potion.

She quickly looked away, glanced around the bedroom, and walked to the dressing table.

There was a tarot deck displayed there.

It's quite normal to have a tarot deck in the room of a girl who likes the Mysticism.

Audrey extended her right hand, touched the top card with her fingertips, took a slow breath, and murmured to herself, "Thanks to the first move, Loen gained a huge advantage in the the Sea war against Feysac, leaving Feysac no time to deal with the land war, resulting in repeated defeats in the frontline battles—"

"Our frontline troops have crossed the Amanda Mountains and reached Laus City— "

"The battle at the Hornacis Mountain Range is said to be a stalemate—that must have killed many people—"

"Contact with the East Balam of the Southern Continent has remained—hopefully not severed, Alfred is still there—"

"I don't know how long this war will last—fortunately, I'm almost Demigod. 'Mr. World' has given me the ' Manipulator ' Potion recipe and main ingredients—and I've also collected the tears of seven different humans, born from intense emotions, through my dream experiences over this period—"

I've already traded the Golden Leaf of the Treant Mentor from the Little Sun; all I'm missing is the blood of the Elder Mind Dragon.

"Try exchanging it from the Psychology Alchemists, or perhaps, ask the World Master to summon a drop of blood from an Elder Mind Dragon from history? This should last at least fifteen minutes. Once I successfully advance, suppress my Spirituality, and complete the self-suggestion, it won't disappear."

What impact will it have? After all, it's just an auxiliary material.

"Audrey, you've actually learned to fake things, and even fake things like this!"

After making a self-deprecating remark, Audrey began to ponder what kind of occasion would be suitable for completing the "Manipulator" promotion Ritual.

That requires taking the Potion in a specific setting with at least ten thousand people, amidst a profound emotional resonance among them.

In a flash, Audrey had a preliminary idea. "The Goddess's Winter Offering Day?"

Even the largest mass can only hold a maximum of ten thousand people—the church can't accommodate that many—

"Well, it's not usually possible, but this time there's an opportunity. I can donate some money and propose holding a super-large mass in places like Anniversary Square to comfort the souls lost in the war."

"The main square will be used to invite the families, relatives, and friends of the dead and injured. As long as they make up a certain proportion, the resulting emotional resonance will influence others attending the Mass, thus fulfilling the requirements of the Ritual— "

After calmly analyzing the situation, Audrey suddenly looked down at the Mirror on her dressing table. She saw that the faint smile on her beautiful face had vanished, leaving only a calm expression and a deep sadness in her eyes.

She stared at herself, a slight smirk playing on her lips, and whispered, "Audrey, you've become despicable too—"

She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, Audrey had returned to normal.

She reached for the stack of tarot cards on the dressing table and flipped to the top one.

The card depicts a Goddess of Justice sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword in one hand and scales in the other, coldly observing everything.

Thump, thump, thump.

A quiet knock sounded. Anthony Stevenson frowned, looked up at the closed door, and said softly, "Come in."

The door opened, and Feather Fall footsteps sounded. Anthony's eyelids twitched, and as if sensing something, he looked up. The familiar white-haired girl skipped and hopped to him, one hand on the brim of her hat, the other on the table, and leaned down to ask, "I can feel it—is Winter Offering Day just around the corner?"

Anthony paused for a moment, then nodded, and after a brief calculation, said, "In five days."

"Wow!" Neph's eyes lit up. "Can I come?"

"You----?" Anthony was a little confused.

"Yes," Neph nodded, "It's my birthday, can't I come?"

It took Anthony a moment to process what the prince was talking about. He was dumbfounded, clearly facing a similar question for the first time, and replied inexperiencedly, "I, I don't know—I guess it's okay—uh, what do you want to do that day?"

He seemed somewhat wary.

Neph was annoyed by this guarded attitude. She bared her teeth and warned, "If you keep making that face, watch out, I might really do something that day!"

The poor Archbishop immediately composed himself and respectfully replied, "Of course you can come. I was just asking for your instructions on whether we need to make any extra preparations to welcome you on that day."

"Do you need it?" Neph blinked and looked at him as she asked.

"----?" Anleni and she stared at each other, their eyes wide open.

Neph had made up his mind not to answer the question about Lan, so Angongni finally withdrew his gaze. Zha Nai said, "Alright, I understand what you mean—"

"What have you figured out?" Neph asked.

"I don't know," Anne-Lenni replied.

"----?" This time, it was Neph's turn to be stunned.

She seemed to have some reservations about this suggestion, but after her lips twitched a few times, she gave up and forced a smile, saying, "Fine."

She turned and left.

Antonie Stevenson let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to pray:

--Your sister, Pihu, plans to attend His birthday party--

"You've been digging for days—and this is all you've dug?" Neph lifted Ais up from behind, glanced at the progress, and said with dissatisfaction.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Ais waved the ice shovel in her hand, expressing her joy.

"No Beyonder Ability?" Neph's eyes darted around. "That's certainly impressive, but it's nothing compared to your neighbor—he sprinted like a madman in the Forsaken Land of the Gods —tsk tsk tsk, he really didn't care about his image at all. I recorded it, and when he becomes a ' Miracle Invoker ' and goes to be Merlin, I'll show it to him—"

"Squeak?" Ais pricked up her ears, seemingly quite interested.

"Hmm, you want to see his expression too?" Neph pinched Ais's ear. "Then when he comes to his senses and tries to silence you, I won't help you—"

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" Ais cried out and struggled.

"Alright." Neph smiled slightly, calming Ais down. She raised her hand, and a tiny Crystal Monocle appeared in her palm.

"Don't move," she whispered, placing the Monocle on Ais's face.

"Squeak squeak squeak?!"

As if triggering some instinctive button, Ais deftly flipped off Neph's hand, jumped to the ground, and ran away.

"Are you really that afraid of Him?" Neph shook her head, reached out and gently wiped away the obstacles in front of her. Ais screamed and rushed into the Treasure belonging to her ancestors.

Even now, she has long Forgetting that she was once a descendant of the Jacob Family.