Abraham

As Klein had anticipated, the Abraham Family did not immediately place their trust in Magician. Dorian Gray, Fors's Teacher, immediately expressed his desire to meet Fors upon receiving the letter.

They all knew this inevitably meant a Interview, but Klein, far away in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods," couldn't Interview. If Neph wasn't available, he would have considered having Fors summon his Historical Projection to communicate on his behalf; however, at this moment, the task naturally fell to Neph.

Upon seeing the somewhat unfamiliar "Pure White" lady again, Fors felt an inexplicable nervousness, one she couldn't quite control. Even though beings above the Angel could conceal themselves, their appearance still had some impact on their surroundings.

For ordinary people, this influence is not easily noticeable, but Fors, who recently ascended to the rank of "Traveler" and comes from one of the more acute Pathway of Spirituality intuition, naturally finds it difficult to ignore this feeling.

In particular, Neph seemed to have no intention of engaging in much conversation with her, her gaze lingering on her for only half a second before she asked:

"Where is your Teacher?"

"It should be inside the inn," Fors said, pointing to the inn in front of them.

Neph's gaze swept lightly over the inn, then she disappeared without a word. Fors held her breath, standing there for a dozen seconds before walking inside.

She wasn't carrying a suitcase. Although Gehrman Sparrow's gift to show his sincerity was the death of Botis, the scene of Botis's death was too chaotic to piece together a complete head. Klein picked up two eyeballs from the pile of shattered remains as evidence.

Dorian was clearly unaware of this. When he saw those eyes, his expression betrayed his shock, yet also a strange composure; he simply stared at them without uttering a word.

Fors had to explain this:

His body had completely collapsed and dissipated; only his eyeballs remained intact.

"This eyeball contains lingering traces of Botis's terror before his death and the contamination from the ' Box of the Great Old Ones,' making it a powerful Curse. That's why I didn't send it directly to you; doing so would have caused misfortune to the postmen who handled it, perhaps even leading to their unknowing deaths."

The contamination of the "Box of the Great Old Ones"... Dorian nodded in realization, sighing and laughing:

Did he ultimately die from the ' Box of the Great Old Ones '?

"This is truly fate..."

Fate... Neph frowned, giving Dorian a bad review.

Next came the reminiscences and inquiries about the past. After confirming Gehrman Sparrow's identity and the details of the transaction, Dorian finally spoke:

"I need to meet with him and talk to him before I can make a decision."

On this point, they were clearly prepared. Fors looked around and called out uncertainly:

"Miss ' Pure White '?"

This startled Dorian, who was waiting for her to leave the room. He looked around, and a faint breeze swept past him, turning into a Pure White mist. The hazy mist coalesced into a human shape, transforming into a young girl.

Dorian understood almost instantly why she was called "Pure White." The girl before him exuded a stagnant coldness; her hair and clothing were pure white, with only two striking colors: her eyes and the blue-green feathered Hat Ornament on her head.

He wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the name; it was a name that had appeared alongside Gehrman Sparrow, so Dorian politely inquired:

"Are you here as Gehrman Sparrow?"

"He can't persuade me," Neph said, a slight smile playing on her lips. She flipped her hand, revealing a small metal vial. "But you can say it your way."

Dorian's gaze fell on the small bottle. After a moment of stunned silence, his hand abruptly reached into his hidden pocket. Then, he looked up in surprise at Neph.

"You...?" he called out in surprise and doubt.

"Take your medicine." Neph tossed the bottle to him.

Dorian took the small metal vial. Fors frowned and asked with concern, "Teacher, do you have a chronic illness?"

Her gaze lingered on Dorian, seemingly analyzing the type of Dorian illness. Dorian opened his mouth, looking at the smile playing on the lips of the aloof girl and the bright light in her eyes, and a sudden guess welled up in his mind.

>p/<? She looked at him with a warm gaze, wondering if it was something else...

>p/<: Sierfo told me that he had taken the medicine and was able to think of this.

>p/<. The time of the explosion is to make the curse right, the time of the explosion is to come you know, the curse's life is to leave enough for my own body before the matter is settled.

>p/<". Even if we were to meet someone unexpectedly, the secrets of our clan wouldn't be revealed, just like this."

>p/<: A low laugh escaped her lips. She stared at Funa for a few seconds, then fell silent, saying nothing. Suddenly, Funa's eyes widened.

>p/<. Wake up, you witch, where did you see me? Did I have you?

>p/<"? This is a very difficult thing, and I really want to kill you. It's listed high up in the list, do you know that?"

>p/<. Dao Cheng Tan An Li Duo. Dao Zhi Gang Gang Shi Que Wo...

>p/<: He said it was convenient, but stopped and did not do it.

>p/<. The purpose of this is for you to think about, the same organization as you, Ropas Manger, but some people guess that you don't understand me."

>p/<.'The old box' still has the willingness to hand it over, you said, don't say it again, we are moved enough, the promise to remove the curse of the family is a single thing, in fact, you have given us very generous conditions."

>p/<". I understand that you and I are willing to exchange gifts with the '0' level clan, but I do not want to.

>p/<"? You said you only had three minutes in the clock, because I didn't have a watch... You said so many good things": Funa blinked her eyes sincerely.

>p/<. Si Erfo looked at the ground, confused and confused, with some peace and more"?...

>p/<: The road opened again, and then a "tsk" sounded from Funa, who shook her head blankly.

"The foolish one is here, and I let him come here. It's true, it's not because of me that I came here."

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"Fool?" Dorian's eyes flashed. "What is your relationship with the Antigonus Family?"

"The enemy of the future," she said.

Dorian's expression became puzzled, but after a brief moment, he understood and asked thoughtfully:

"So, what does that Mr. Fool want you to do?"

Neph thought for a moment and said:

"You should know that the Curse of the Abraham Family actually comes from your ancestor, Bethel Abraham, who was known as Mr. 'The Door' in the Fourth Epoch Age."

"In fact, we have already mastered the Ritual to bring Mr. 'Door' back, and once Mr. 'Door' returns, the Curse will naturally be lifted."

"But Mr. 'Door'... I can tell you with certainty that He has been corrupted by the Cosmos, and we will absolutely not be able to let Him return anytime soon, nor will the Seven Gods allow it."

Dorian frowned and asked, "So, the promise to lift the Curse is just empty talk?"

"No," Neph replied, "While the problem cannot be solved at its root, Mr. Fool is willing to protect the Abraham Family and keep you free from the Full Moon Curse."

"What is the price?" Dorian asked.

"You already have the answer, don't you?" Neph chuckled. "What else could a resurrected God bestow a gift for?"

Dorian fell silent. He sighed slowly, and after a dozen seconds of silence, he spoke solemnly:

"I will try to believe in that Mr. Fool. If he can truly temporarily lift the Curse, I can make the decision regarding the trade of 'Level 0' Sealed Artifact."

"But as for the rest of the Abraham Family, I can only promise to try my best to persuade them."

Neph nodded slightly, and the two Honorific Name were imprinted in Dorian's mind. Dorian paused slightly, then asked uncertainly:

"What is the Honorific Name that follows...?"

"Mine," Neph explained, "I have some connection with Mr. Fool... and my My Lord is also an old acquaintance of Mr. Fool. If you need anything, you can ask me for help."

She left quickly, and only after she disappeared did Dorian look at Fors and ask:

"How much do you know about this ' Pure White ' lady?"

"I've heard..." Fors began cautiously, "That He is the offspring of an Angel, inheriting the other's power and Authority, and that He is also the ' Winter Goddess ' in the New Holy Bible of the Church of Evernight..."

"The Winter Goddess..." Dorian repeated the title, his brow furrowed. "Do you know what Her Sequence 9 is called?"

Fors paused slightly, then shook his head in confusion.

"And what about the names of the Potion Sequence?" Dorian asked again, "Any one of the other Sequence."

Fors shook his head again.

"Teacher, what exactly do you want to ask?" she couldn't help but ask.

Dorian didn't answer the question, but simply shook his head, looking puzzled.

Of the 22 possible Pathway, which one matches the descriptions of those Honorific Name?

After a few seconds of silence, he asked again, "He just mentioned the Lord... He doesn't follow Mr. Fool?"

"This..." Fors hesitated for a moment, "It is said that He is a believer in the ' True Creator '."

"...?" Dorian raised his head, looked at his student, and said nothing.

>p/<...

>p/<. He only saw the true meaning of the message when he arrived, and this was also the moment when he arrived at the "Star of the Wand" clan of Enlake, after the full moon of the night.

>p/<. The corresponding points on the ground can be easily reached. The scene needs to be depicted in the mind. After the spirit enters the realm, the user does not need to use the "Star of the Wand" is different from that of the "House of Travelers".

>p/<: Hesitantly, Funa looked at him, realizing that Enlake had hidden another problem within him, the "Star of the Wand" he was holding. Enlake had resolved this part of the troublesome issue.

>p/<"? I need to go to that place first, I want to go to that place, is that what you mean, if you don't want me to go there, I'll see what kind of place you're going to."

>p/<"? This is... it seems": He hesitated, his voice tinged with doubt, as if recalling a memory of the "Star of the Wand," and then, startled, he paused.

>p/<. Powerless and unparalleled, dyed with emotion and spirit, breathed out Enlake

>p/<. Her pictographic image is not the same as her image, but also the opposite... Her pictographic image is not much, except for all the pictographic images, Enlake actually rushed very fast, after all, he didn't help Funa.

>p/<. What did he do? He looked at the ground, which had been closed for a long time. He shook his head slightly and started running again. Enlake looked at him.

>p/<. He has some really interesting ideas, but he doesn't consider the bad habits of throwing things around during the experiment. He is sincere at times, but sometimes he forces himself on, and sometimes he encourages and supports her. He will contact Fenne, as long as there are new research results. In fact, he has always had a connection with her.

>p/<--For example, things have each other, which makes them appear as if two things are completely unrelated. This is because it has undergone a complete transformation and intermingling of many techniques and foundations, and it is indeed an extraordinary ability to combine into one. As Frenfel deepened her research, she felt this more and more.

"... I beg you to grant me some more flesh and blood, I hope you will grant me this new result. This is something I have accomplished in several experiments that I could never have done before. With your help, it seems that the flesh and blood can slow down the pace of some things that are too intense and easily decay, and can even prolong their existence..."

>p/<?...

>p/<. This guy shouldn't feel that way, he's just thinking about it, he's managed to get through to Funa.

>p/<. This kind of love affair, this flesh and blood, has always been taken from the spirit god. Who else can do this? Besides herself and the Upper Realm, I don't feel that I can do this. -- But, she will treat the spirit god as a god. At least, she will use respectful language in her prayers. I don't know if it is the "hidden" Yali Dejia who has made contributions. It is worth mentioning.

<? But if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it...>

/p>

Neph took a breath and sighed helplessly.

When her gaze fell on Frank, Neph couldn't help but think of the soaring prices—mainly food—due to the war.

She wasn't thinking about having Frank research high-yield crops at this moment. After all, it was common knowledge that as a colony, the Southern Continent exported large quantities of crops and meat to the Northern Continent every year. Was it because the locals were all overfed?

Therefore, it's clear that even if Frank discovers something, the problem won't be solved unless she personally opens a store and sells the products at affordable prices.

If she truly had this intention, she would have been better off digging up the nobles' grain reserves than letting Frank spend who-knows-how-long researching it.

... No, actually I have another option. I could persuade Adam to feed everyone with Five Loaves and Two Fish. Of course, the consequences of doing so... ha, I'd probably really see lightning... It's not just Adam's option; in fact, no matter what I do, the problem is the same...

>p/<... It's not difficult to be entangled with faith, especially at this time, when this event occurred, my faith was fundamental, but I couldn't shake it, but I could try to do some things... Just when I was reminded by Alexander, when George III died.

>p/<? Is it true that faith leads to entanglement and therefore this method is not feasible...?

>p/<... the believer will become a person who is like this, etc., no... the original belief of them can not be deepened by this event, the belief of them is not just a different understanding of them.

>p/<. Funa sighed, her brows furrowing tightly.