Backlund, East Borough, 7 Pinster Street.
After a busy day, Leonard finally had the chance to ask his question:
" Old Man, what is ' Sefirah Castle '?"
The slightly aged voice in his mind remained silent for a few seconds, then uttered a soft "hey":
"The place where you hold your weekly gatherings is very likely ' Sefirah Castle '."
"..." Leonard had never expected to hear such an answer. His mind went blank for a moment, filled with surprise, shock, and a complex mix of emotions, including the realization that there was no such thing as a random occurrence.
After a moment, he asked in a slightly hurried, low voice:
What exactly is this ' Sefirah Castle '?
Pallez Zoroast laughed, a laugh that sounded like a sigh and a self-deprecating remark:
"Actually, I don't know too much either; I've just heard some rumors."
"That's not quite the creation myth you know. According to legend, the Original Creator left behind nine different things. Some were kingdoms, some were cities, some were rivers, some were oceans, and some were keys. ' Sefirah Castle ' is one of them."
"It might not actually be a castle, but some other form, and you probably know better than I do what it looks like."
"The reason I am certain of its existence is because when I ascended to the Angel, I sensed it, but I was unable to see it or establish a connection with it."
My great-grandfather once speculated that the nine items might be related to the " Sefirah " recorded on the second " Blasphemy Slate." Unfortunately, due to various reasons, he could only see a limited portion of it at the time and was unable to decipher the parts related to the " Sefirah."
Leonard calmed down considerably, leaned back on the sofa, and asked thoughtfully:
" Old Man, do you suspect that Mr. ' The Fool ' is the incarnation of ' Sefirah '?"
Based on what he saw and heard at the Tarot Club and the occasional recounting by the Old Man Pallez, he had gained some understanding of the hierarchy of the gods.
Pallez Zoroast remained silent for a long time before responding:
"Maybe..."
On nights when the curfew is strictly enforced, the streets of Backlund are almost deserted, with only occasional carriages passing by, carrying people of considerable status.
When Klein arrived at the agreed-upon house, he did not rush inside. He half-closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and made a grasping motion in front of him, pulling out another Sherlock Moriarty.
This is him when he left the house; an image captured in the Historical Void.
Because Klein himself was right across from them, the image was stiff and lifeless, like a prop on a stage.
Based on previous experiments, Klein knew that this was the " Principle of the Uniqueness of Time and Consciousness " in the mysticism. That is to say, at the same point in time, the essence of each person is unique. If the original body can think, the projection cannot.
The same thing happened when the Historical Void images of the dead were summoned. Klein suspected that it was because his current level was not high enough. In short, the projections of others could only engage in relatively mechanical questioning and answering and relatively instinctive fighting. Even if the " Scholar of Yore " had experienced it firsthand, they could not give the corresponding answers to things that the "ancient scholars" did not know.
This confirms one of Klein's conjectures: the fragments that " Scholar of Yore " can see in the Fog of History are all things they have learned about and studied in reality. Simply put, the fog needs to be lit up piece by piece by the " Scholar of Yore " themselves.
Of course, Klein also suspected that if most of the historical fragments of the same event had already been illuminated, the rest would likely emerge naturally.
"At least the corresponding abilities won't be lost just because I don't understand them enough. As long as there are images in the Historical Void, the state at that moment will be completely Record... That's enough..." Klein glanced at the Historical Projection that could only act on instinct, then his body suddenly disappeared and entered the gray-white mist.
Since even the Hound of Fulgrim is not yet a complete " Scholar of Yore," can live in the Historical Void, there is no reason why a true " Scholar of Yore " cannot. The only problem is that there is a time limit. In addition, if time drags on, the Marionette in the real world will definitely die. However, this is just a different form of companionship with the " Scholar of Yore."
As Klein's physical body entered the light spot within the gray-white mist, his consciousness suddenly came to life within the Historical Projection.
Klein, dressed as Sherlock Moriarty. As agreed, he took out the " Master Key," placed it against the door, and turned it gently.
His figure appeared directly inside the room, and by the crimson Moonlight, he quickly looked around.
The sofas, cabinets, high-backed chairs, coffee tables, and other furniture here are clearly quite old, seemingly dating back to the last century, and appear rather worn.
In the dimly lit environment, Sharron, dressed in a Gothic court dress and a small soft hat of the same color, suddenly appeared on a high-backed chair.
"Good evening." The " Puppet " lady nodded slightly and greeted him.
If she doesn't speak or open her mouth, then she is the most standard and exquisite Puppet.
At the same time, Maric, wearing a white shirt and black vest, was also outlined in the sofa area.
"Sir, it's already winter, aren't you cold wearing so little? Oh right, you're a 'dead man,' 'dead men' aren't afraid of the cold..." Klein thought to himself, took off his hat, and bowed to Sharron, who had light blond hair, Blue Eyes, and a pale face.
Good evening, Miss Sharron.
He then turned halfway around and said to Maric:
"Good evening."
Klein's deepest impression of this former " Living Corpse," now a " Wraith," was that the other party actually played cards with the Living Corpse he controlled.
Let's play cards together again... He sighed silently.
The reason Klein suddenly thought of playing cards was because, when analyzing the fighting style of the " Scholar of Yore," he discovered that if he encountered Zaratul, the two would likely end up "playing cards on the spot."
You play " Roselle the Consul", I play " Roselle the Great"; you play " Bernadette ", I play " Benoit "; if you play "Half the Fool ", I'll play " Amon "...
I never imagined that the battle of the " Seer " would one day really turn into a "card game," a real, exceptionally dangerous "card game"... Sigh, but Zaratul is Sequence 1 Angel, he won't give me a chance to "play cards," and besides, my success rate in Summon Historical Void Projection is rather low... Klein withdrew his gaze and proactively said to Sharron:
"I have something to do recently, which is quite difficult and dangerous. One step of it is to collect the blood of twenty-two Beyonder from different pathways. Regarding the ' Wraith ' pathway, the only people I can think of to help are you and Maric. You two should be quite skilled in curses and have a way to sever the connection between the blood and yourself."
In fact, he could try to summon " Admiral of Blood " Senor on the spot and mix his blood into the ceramic jar, but whether that would be effective, Klein didn't know, nor could he " Divination " it, since it involved a higher level Beyond the Sequence 1 and lacked sufficient information. The only thing he could be sure of was that drawing that symbol would not bring any danger to himself or the provider.
Because the " Scholar of Yore " can do so much, Klein had even tried to summon the former " Witch " Trissy, easily subdued her, and smeared her blood on Groselle's Travels.
However, this did not work.
After careful consideration, Klein concluded that there was a logical contradiction in the timeline, which was why the blood could not be successfully obtained. It was "extra" blood provided by the Trissy of the past. The person being pulled in by Groselle's Travels must be the Trissy of the past, which would change history.
But history cannot be changed, so the experiment failed.
Sharron listened quietly to Sherlock Moriarty's request, and then spoke without any change in expression:
"Good.
How much do you want?
Miss Sharron's reaction was just as I expected... Klein took out a thin glass tube:
"One tube is enough."
Wearing a Gothic court dress, Sharron gently raised her right hand, and the thin glass tube seemed to come alive, detaching itself from Klein's palm and flying away.
Immediately afterwards, the Puppet -like lady moved her right hand to her left wrist, and her nails suddenly grew long and became unusually sharp.
With a light swipe, she created a wound on her wrist, from which bright red blood oozed out. Instead of dripping, it rose to the surface and was dropped into a thin glass tube.
Once the container was full, Sharron's wound healed instantly, leaving no trace. The stopper suddenly jumped to the tube opening, rotated a few times, and closed itself.
Throughout this process, Sharron, whose face was not as pale as usual, showed no change in expression, as if she had suppressed all her feelings deep inside.
Sharron glanced at the vial of blood in her hand, then reached out with her left palm, touched it, and slowly slid it down from top to bottom.
This is to sever the connection between the blood and the body.
Having done all this, the vial of blood leaped back into Klein's hand.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Sharron asked calmly, sitting upright in her high-backed chair.
"That's all for now, thank you." Klein shook his head, snapped his fingers, and a crimson flame ignited in his palm.
The flames shot up rapidly, engulfing the thin glass tube.
When the crimson dissipated, the vial of blood was gone.
This is a new change to " Flame Jump," which allows you to transfer items from your character to your Marionette or your main body.
In addition to this, Klein's various extraordinary abilities have also been enhanced and changed accordingly.
Having mastered his abilities, he looked at Sharron across from him again and casually asked:
How's your ' Puppet ' Potion digesting?
Upon first meeting Miss Sharron, he felt that she was like Puppet. He believed that whether this was her nature or a result of adhering to the principle of moderation, it was a kind of pre-recorded Acting, which would certainly help her digest the " Puppet " Potion.
"Not bad," Sharron replied calmly. "In another year or two, it should be fully digested."
One to two years... Sure enough, even the fastest takes a year, while I've only gone through less than half a year... This isn't something to be proud of; I've been completely set up... Of course, if you include the time I was hung on the Door of Light, that would take a millennium... " Miracle Invoker "... If I could escape this Fate, perhaps that would be considered creating a "miracle"... Klein sighed inwardly, then nodded slightly.
What are your plans for the future?
Sharron said:
"We hope to restore the teacher's body to its original state."
Maric, sitting on the sofa, then added:
"But didn't you say that Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, is in Backlund and has close ties with the Rose School of Thought?"
"Yes," Klein smiled and said, "Let's wait patiently, there will always be an opportunity."
This was actually a form of comfort for him. Even if he became an " Scholar of Yore " and could find many helpers, he currently had no intention of dealing with Zaratul. A perfectly intact Sequence 1 is absolutely terrifying beyond imagination!
Moreover, the further Klein went down the path of the " Seer," the more he realized how terrifying and difficult to kill Zaratul.
Having prevented George III from becoming a god, Klein planned to leave Backlund immediately, giving himself more time to grow.
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