Above the Gray Fog, the deep red star representing " The Star " also expanded and contracted. Its radiant halo gradually overlapped with the ripples created by the other three stars, turning into a tide that surged and echoed throughout the mysterious space, causing a slight vibration.
After recounting what happened with Klein, Leonard ended his prayers and awaited a response from " The Fool."
However, nearly fifteen minutes passed, and he still hadn't received any feedback.
"' The Fool's' response has always been timely..." Leonard couldn't help but mutter aloud.
The image of Pallez Zoroast in his mind remained silent for a few seconds before reminding him in a slightly aged voice:
"Recall what ' The Fool ' said during this period."
Leonard thought carefully and said slowly:
"Midweek, He reminded us not to go into the woods northwest of Backlund recently... Hmm, He seemed to Psychological Suggestion next week's gathering might not take place as scheduled..."
"As expected," Pallez Zoroast. "That ' The Fool ' had some idea of what was going on with Amon's appearance. They are probably currently engaged in a covert struggle in different areas—one wants to preserve ' Sefirah Castle,' and the Sefirah Castle wants to become its new master. Your former colleague has unfortunately been caught up in this."
"Did ' The Fool ' foresee this? Was this a trap He set for Amon?" Leonard's blue eyes lit up, and he blurted out the question.
Pallez seemed to take some time to think, and his speech slowed down considerably:
"That's possible. Or perhaps Amon used that trap to gain the upper hand. Don't underestimate a ' Blasphemer,' the powerful Angel King."
In Leonard's current understanding, Mr. The Fool is either the slowly recovering master of the " Sefirah Castle," whose corresponding deity in history is unknown, or he is the incarnation of " Sefirah," who is not yet able to control his authority and power well and needs further geological transformation.
Regardless of the possibility, Mr. The Fool is currently not at the level of a true god, and is most likely at the same level as the Angel King.
In this situation, it is quite normal that Mr. The Fool and the terrible Blasphemer fought fiercely and neither could defeat the other for a long time. After all, the latter was one of the strongest Hidden Existence below the gods, more powerful than the " Hidden Sage " who was often classified as an evil god. Even the gods would have some fear of him.
Leonard tensed up uncontrollably, and asked in a low voice with considerable worry, " Old Man, is there any way you can offer any help? Isn't Amon your greatest enemy?"
That kind of help might be limited, but it should be able to pull Klein out of this mess.
Pallez Zoroast chuckled upon hearing this, and said with a clear self-deprecating tone:
Are you having too many unrealistic expectations of me?
"Indeed, if Amon obtains the ' Sefirah Castle,' I will surely die at His hands, and may not even survive this winter. But if the ' Sefirah Castle ' remains with the ' The Fool,' I may have a chance to live in the future."
"But do I, an old guy who has just recovered to Sequence 2 strength, have the ability to interfere in a struggle at this level?"
"Even if I use the ' Yesterday Once More ' spell, what can I do in just two or three seconds? Yes, yes, it might help that ' The Fool ' Distortion the tide at a crucial moment, but I don't even know where they are fighting, how can I seize the opportunity?"
Leonard fell silent after the Old Man's string of words. He then lowered his head, raised his hands, pressed them to the sides of his head, and muttered to himself:
"Am I just supposed to watch helplessly like this again...?"
Pallez sighed and said:
"Patience, that's all we can do right now."
"That ' The Fool ' and the Evernight, and certain gods and Angel King, must have a certain tacit understanding, or even a cooperative relationship. They will not allow Amon to take away the ' Sefirah Castle '."
"Be patient and wait; perhaps an opportunity will appear soon."
Leonard sat up slightly, tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
"I see."
In the waters near Sonia Island, the Blue Avenger," ordered by the Church of Storms to attack the port and the Feysac merchant ships, is hiding a little outside the safe shipping lanes.
Alger Wilson stood behind the window of the captain's cabin, using his exceptional long-range vision to gaze at the coastline that was still a long way off.
According to this "newly minted" " Ocean Songster," several "captains" who accepted similar missions were all top performers in their Mid-Sequence, and their joint operation would inevitably pose a significant threat to Feysac's sea lanes.
This means that the attack from Feysac will be fierce enough, most likely led by Sequence 4 Demigod, and the possibility of Sequence 3 " War Bishop " or " Silver Knight " appearing cannot be ruled out.
This was a dangerous development for Alger, and he didn't want to get himself into similar trouble.
Meanwhile, the crew, colleagues, and collaborators would keep an eye on each other, ensuring no one shirked their duties. If Alger were to slack off or teeter on the edge of danger, it wouldn't be long before he had to consider whether to kill most of the crew and become a true pirate on the spot, or lose the " Blue Avenger " and return to Passo Island to face internal Judgement.
"By the end of this operation, no more than a third of the original 'captains' will still be alive..." Alger calmly analyzed the situation and quickly devised a plan to avoid danger.
That means participating in the action, but not being at the core.
Alger planned to take the crew of the Feysac merchant ships and supply ships to the Sonia Island under the guise of a "surprise attack" on the port while his other colleagues were frantically attacking them. He intended to hide them in the primeval forest and occasionally cause some controlled but ineffective disturbances to the port. In this way, the attention of the Feysac Demigod would definitely be focused on the sea, rather than on him.
At the same time, in the eyes of his crew, he would be a role model and example of someone willing to take great risks to penetrate deep into enemy territory.
Having considered all the details, Alger immediately gathered his crew and explained his plan, concluding by emphasizing:
"This will be very dangerous, believe me, very dangerous. We can't move freely like we can at sea, and we could be surrounded by the enemy at any time. But such an attack will catch the Feysac off guard and bring us the results we want."
"Would you rather stay on the ship as cowards, or follow me and become heroes, showing your devotion to the Lord?"
The crew members were so excited by what they heard that they impulsively began to speak one after another:
"Kill the Feysac!"
"Very good." Alger clenched his right fist into his left chest with a look of satisfaction. " The Storm is with us!"
" The Storm is with us!" the Sailor shouted in unison, bowing.
Having arranged this matter, Alger felt it necessary to borrow the " Unshadowed Crucifix " as soon as possible to eliminate the excess " Ocean Songster " Beyonder Characteristic —although he exaggerated the dangers of landing on Sonia Island, there were indeed still some risks involved, so he wanted to recover to his best condition as quickly as possible.
He had already deciphered the Psychological Suggestion Mr. The Fool had given, and he felt that Mr. The Fool would officially announce the cancellation of the Tarot Gathering tonight or tomorrow morning.
Of course, deep down, Alger also had some suspicions. He wondered if Mr. The Fool canceled the Tarot Club because he was experiencing some kind of problem, and he wanted to use this presumptuous prayer to test whether this great being was still normal.
No, no, I can't tempt God... This isn't a temptation. Mr. The Fool didn't Psychological Suggestion I shouldn't pray to Him recently, and besides, praying to the Unshadowed Crucifix is something I really need to do these next few days... Alger paced back and forth, unable to make a decision.
Just then, he heard the sound of splashing water, and through the extra perspective provided by the ghost ship, he saw the seawater part on the side of the ship, revealing a huge fish-like creature.
The strangely shaped giant fish opened its mouth and spat out a small metal ball, which landed on the deck.
Alger nodded and expressed his gratitude through song.
This is a sea creature tamed by the Church of Storms. In this operation, it and its companions served as messengers between the various ships and the islands under their control.
Upon receiving the thanks, the giant fish trembled, flicked its tail, and plunged into the depths of the sea, swimming away into the distance.
Alger stared silently for two seconds, then summoned a gust of wind to carry the small metal ball into the captain's cabin.
He unscrewed the small metal ball, took out the paper inside, and Alger's gaze froze after just one glance.
" George III was assassinated..." Alger repeated the above words with a slightly solemn expression, then recalled the reminder from "The World" Gehrman Sparrow and the Psychological Suggestion from " The Fool ".
This time, he didn't hesitate. He sealed the room and whispered the honored name:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
The prayers were almost turning into a chorus... Was Mr. " The Hanged Man " trying to borrow the " Unshadowed Crucifix " from Little " The Sun "? Leonard, uh... These voices overlapped and rose and fell, making the surroundings seem to vibrate... Klein raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling like he was being drilled from all directions.
At this moment, he followed Amon deep into the desolate wilderness, where he saw a gray-yellow mist, several ravines, and in the darkness, many things vaguely lingering.
Compared to the previously lurking, silent Monster, these creatures here seem quite unusual.
Wearing a pointed soft hat, Amon raised his hand to adjust his crystal monocle, pointed ahead, and laughed:
"We should reach our final destination in another half day."
"Half a day... less than a day has passed... wasn't it supposed to be three days?" Klein's pupils seemed to dilate.
Amon smiled and said:
I meant no more than three days.
"No more than one day, and no more than three days."
At this point, the Angel King paused for a moment, then asked with great interest:
Did this disrupt your plans?
"Does this make you feel even more hopeless?"
Klein didn't respond, but suddenly reached out and grabbed at the void beside him.