A moment later, Zaratul waved his hand, taking the notebook from Roselle, then murmured a few words and leaned back, entering Dream Divination.
In a hazy, indistinct world, he saw a pitch-black peak, a hidden palace, and a man whose dark eyes held the weight of ages, with tufts of coarse, short black hair growing from his cheeks. He saw the man open his eyes, and saw the madness within those pupils.
"!!!"
Zaratul's main body, hidden in a secret room a kilometer away, opened his eyes in horror. Wriggling maggots were frantically crawling out of his body, desperate to escape.
He hurriedly summoned a Historical Projection from the Spectator Pathway and repeatedly used Soothing on himself. Only after quite some time did he recover from the brink of losing control.
As the last maggot retreated beneath his skin, a slight ripple passed through Zaratul's eyes.
"I finally found it."
The Roselle Family's wine cellar.
Seeing the middle-aged man (Zaratul) suddenly tremble violently, Roselle hurriedly backed toward the exit and infused spirituality into the Beyonder Characteristic he carried. "Hey, I didn't do anything! Don't try to pin this on me."
After quite a while, Zaratul finally calmed down. He slowly opened his eyes and casually tossed the notebook back to Roselle.
"???"
Roselle froze. "What do you mean?"
"I'm done with it."
Zaratul spoke indifferently. At another time, he would naturally have kept the notebook, but there were too many unknowns and risks now. Since he had already achieved his goal, there was naturally no need to insist on keeping it.
"Huh?"
Roselle hurriedly said, "But I already got it for you! You can't go back on what you promised me-the things about that organization and that god." He paused. "And you still have to provide me with the corresponding