After getting a general idea of the situation, Klein looked at the full-length mirror in the room and then asked:
What is the king's secret?
On the surface of the mirror, which seemed to lead to another world, the water shimmered gently, gradually reflecting a scene:
It was a relic hidden deep in darkness, covered in the dust of history, yet almost perfectly intact.
This means the king's secret lies within the ruins of the " Blood Emperor "... Is Arrodes afraid to answer directly, or is this truly the extent of what he can see? Klein considered his words for a moment, then said to the " Magic Mirror ":
"It's your turn to ask a question."
The image reflected in the full-length mirror remained unchanged, except that one silver word after another stood out:
"Great master, do you have any other questions?"
"Yes." Klein nodded without hesitation. "Where is ' Saintess of White ' Katarina right now?"
In the mirror, the silver words quickly faded and disappeared, but the background remained unchanged, still the ruins of the " Blood Emperor ".
If it weren't for the appearance and disappearance of words, I would have thought this " Magic Mirror " had crashed... Katarina is hiding in the ruins of the " Blood Emperor "? The real one? Klein nodded thoughtfully:
"Your turn."
Above that scene, the silver words reappeared and coalesced:
"Merciful master, why don't you leave Backlund?"
That's a good question. I originally had this plan... My the Original investigation into the Great Smog of Backlund Incident was based on righteous indignation at the innocent deaths of poor people like Old Kohler, and the confusion of my main objective almost collapsing. Later, I was tied to the identity of God's Blessed. After that, I wanted to prevent the impending disaster, to spare the people I knew from the pain caused by the ambitions of the higher-ups, and to prevent them from drowning in the tide of the times. I was willing to take certain risks for this...
Now, knowing that a war might sweep the world, and discovering that the " Scholar of Yore " promotion ceremony was almost "tailor-made" for me, full of signs of arrangement, I understand that even if I really wanted to escape, I might not be able to, or rather, even if I escaped Backlund, I would most likely not be able to escape the fate I had been carrying from the beginning. Since that's the case, I might as well take the initiative to take risks and challenges, see if I can find out the truth, find possible opportunities, and take control of my own Fate... Klein's thoughts were in a whirlwind of activity, yet gradually settled down.
Then, he replied calmly:
Leaving won't truly solve the problem.
After he finished speaking, Klein began to ask questions:
Where is Trissy now?
Inside the full-length mirror, the scene finally changed; this time it was pitch black, with only occasional large, thick objects sliding across the surface.
Arrodes can't see Trissy's condition either... Klein nodded slightly.
"It's your turn to ask."
The mirror reflected shimmering water, and strands of silvery light coalesced into a coherent sentence:
"Great master, I have something I'd like to tell you. May I ask?"
"Go ahead and say it," Klein replied, somewhat curiously.
Those silver words wriggled and transformed into new characters:
You must be careful from now on!
And an exclamation mark was used... Did " Magic Mirror " Arrodes sense something was wrong? Klein thought for a few seconds and said:
What do you think could threaten me?
"I don't know, it's a feeling..." Arrodes Reorganization the words, turning them from silver to gray, visually expressing what frustration and self-blame meant.
Before Klein could respond, new gray and white words leaped out from inside the mirror one after another:
"My great master, there is one more scene I would like to show you, may I?"
"Okay," Klein said, slowing his pace.
On the surface of the full-length mirror, ripples of water appeared, changing the darkness that had enveloped it.
It grew ever deeper, adorned with one dazzling, diamond-like point of light after another.
This is a beautiful and vast night sky.
Does the scene Arrodes present refer to the goddess whose essence is " The Star," or to the " Starry Sky " from which a gaze is cast? It seems it dares not express itself directly... Klein considered for a moment and then stopped trying to ask:
That's all for today.
"Yes!" The gray words reappeared, now tinged with silver, their speed inexplicably slowing down. "Great master, you... you haven't said that if there are any problems later, you will summon me again, your loyal servant Arrodes..."
What a ceremonial mirror... Klein chuckled and said:
"Of course, I will summon you again when I have other questions."
"Yes, Master! Goodbye, Master!" On the mirror's surface, the silver words resumed their normal speed and outlined a simple line drawing of someone waving.
Once everything returned to normal, Klein burned the paper with the summoning symbol drawn on it, drew back the curtains, and gazed once more at the cold, gloomy sky.
Inside a small, Evernight church in Queens Borough.
Hugh and Fors both received the message from Miss Justice, who asked Mr. The Fool to relay it, and knew that the problem had been solved and that they roughly understood what the King's secret was.
"... Truly amazing." Fors, a believer in the " God of Steam and Machinery," opened his eyes in the dimly lit and quiet Great Prayer Hall, turned his head, lowered his voice, and exclaimed in admiration.
She had originally intended to simply say "Mr. World," or "Gehrman Sparrow is truly amazing," but she no longer made that kind of Error.
The past week has given her the feeling that she has been immersed in a mysterious world for over a decade.
Hugh opened his eyes, but first drew a Crimson Moon on his chest as a way of repenting for his disrespect towards the goddess.
"Yes, that's a..." Before he could finish speaking, the meaning was accurately conveyed into Fors's mind.
What she wanted to say was that Herabergen Rambis was a true Demigod, but less than ten minutes had passed since she and Fors entered the church, and he had already been dealt with by Gehrman Sparrow.
They are both Saint, yet there is such a huge difference between them!
"Perhaps, it's the blessing of Angel..." Fors made a vague guess, drawing on his experience with supernatural events and novel writing.
Because the Great Prayer Hall was dark and quiet, not suitable for conversation, Hugh did not respond directly to Fors's words. He simply nodded, stood up, and went into the corridor.
The two left the prayer area side by side, and as they approached the gate, Hugh finally let out a sigh of relief and said:
"I really hope I can be that good someday..."
"I sometimes think that way too," Fors chuckled. "Well, anyway, you've pretty much finished your investigation, haven't you? Although there's certainly still a lot to uncover about the so-called secret, the general outline of what happened is now quite clear."
Xiu stared blankly at the gate ahead for a few seconds, lost in thought, and then said:
"But what's the point? I can't do anything about it, and I can't do anything about it."
"No, no, no, purely from the perspective of the adversary, that person's status isn't particularly prestigious; at least we can look them in the eye." Fors earnestly comforted her friend, "Once you undergo a qualitative change, you'll find that you're capable of participating in this matter, at least in parts that don't involve higher levels."
Fors, Tarot Club long before the Fool Fors some things. Through his Blessed and members of the Tarot Club, he disrupted the descent of the " True Creator," revealed Bansy's secret, obtained some authority over the " Storm " domain, and interfered with the fate of "0-08." Compared to the Angel, the Angel King, and even the true God involved in these events, King George III was indeed nothing.
Xiu walked slowly to the door, remained silent for a moment, and then said:
I understand what you mean.
"We'll head back to the East Borough. Don't rush to move. Once I get the ' Judge ' Potion recipe, we'll go into complete hiding. I think after what happened today, they shouldn't dare risk investigating us again."
"Definitely, they're just hiding in the shadows, unable to bear the sight of the sunlight," Fors quickly chimed in, then sighed, "I just hope the teacher's reply arrives before we move again."
Hugh raised a hand to scratch his blond hair, and as he stepped out of the church, he said earnestly:
"Once I get the recipe, I'll buy that button and try to level up as soon as possible."
"Not bad, you've regained your fighting spirit." Fors said with a smile.
Hugh didn't say anything more and continued walking with a serious expression.
After walking several dozen steps, she suddenly stopped and said without turning around:
"I probably don't have enough money to buy that button. When the time comes, when the time comes, could you lend me some..."
"I will definitely pay it back."
Fors paused for a second, then burst out laughing:
"Good.
"If I'm not mistaken, I should be able to get my follow-up information from my teacher."
On Thursday at noon, Klein used the excuse of taking a break to return to the master bedroom, enter the bathroom, and walk four steps backward to reach the Gray Fog above.
He believed that the glass bottle containing the " Potion " should have already completed its absorption.
Klein sat down in the high-backed chair of " The Fool," waved his hand to deactivate the isolation, and focused his attention on the target.
The transparent glass bottle had darkened to a tint, with a grid pattern on its surface that shimmered with a subtle light, giving it the air of an art piece.
It was completely empty, not a single drop of Potion left. A layer of shimmering mist covered the wide mouth of the bottle, giving Klein the feeling of being drawn into it the moment his gaze fell upon it.
A faint voice came from inside the bottle:
"Put in one hundred gold coins, and you can have one Wishes..."
"Put in one hundred gold coins, and you can have one Wishes..."
Who taught him this...? I have to say, these repetitive and monotonous words are indeed helpful for Hypnosis... If you really put in a hundred gold coins, it's equivalent to opening the Door of the Mental Body on your own, and you'll be Manipulation by this bottle, becoming its slave... After a brief analysis, Klein summoned the " Unshadowed Crucifix " and, with the help of the pressure of the Gray Fog, inserted it into the bottle's mouth.
"You Demon!" the voice inside the bottle screamed, then was obscured by the Gray Fog.
P. S.: Requesting monthly votes and recommendation votes on Monday.