"There are no ' Worm of Star ' at the moment... I've asked you to keep an eye out for what else people who want to buy ' Worm of Star ' might need..." Fors glanced through his teacher's letter and silently breathed a sigh of relief.
The thought of hunting down " The Saint of Secrets " Botis made her nervous again. After all, Butis was a Demigod who was Sequence 4 Saint a year or two ago, and might even be Sequence 3 Saint now.
"Although the mastermind behind the operation is the ' The Hermit ' lady, as bait, I still need to worry about my own safety... Moreover, the Aurora Order has the ' Rose Redemption ' behind it, as well as Angel, the Angel King..." Fors did not regret agreeing to Gehrman Sparrow. This was something she wanted to do, but because the risks were too high, she was inevitably a little flustered and uneasy.
This made her think of another possibility:
"If Mr. 'World' could participate and take the lead, I certainly wouldn't be so nervous and worried."
It wasn't that Fors didn't believe in the " The Hermit's" strength and experience, but rather that "The World" Gehrman Sparrow. He had hunted down more than one Demigod, making people feel at ease just thinking about having him carry out similar missions.
Sitting by the fireplace, Hugh glanced at his friend and asked:
"Shall we begin the hunt?"
"Hmm." Fors nodded solemnly, then said, "Not so fast, everyone needs some time to prepare."
Hunting a Demigod is not like going fox hunting in the countryside in autumn, where you can simply pack your equipment, gather your friends, and set off. It requires absolutely rigorous and meticulous planning. Fors believed that the " The Hermit " lady would have to come to Backlund herself, or stay in another pre-arranged battlefield for a period of time, to understand the specific situation before she could formulate a sufficiently effective plan.
Meanwhile, Miss Justice is still rapidly digesting the Dreamwalker Potion, which may take another one to two months, or even longer.
Fors could afford to wait, because she also wanted to digest the " Scribe " Potion, set up the ritual, and become a " Traveler " before the official operation.
The only thing she wasn't sure about was whether "The World" Gehrman Sparrow would urge her.
I'll try my best to persuade him—no, let Miss " Justice " persuade him; that's the " Spectator's" forte... Fors had barely muttered a few words when she saw Hugh turn around and say, somewhat hesitantly:
"The Military Intelligence Section 9 liaison officer proposed today that I formally join them, saying that with the new king's ascension to the throne, many things no longer need to be worried about, and people like him and me will have the opportunity to be given important responsibilities."
Fors listened attentively, considered his words carefully, and then said:
"Isn't there an investigation targeting us?"
"This should reveal that there's some powerful force behind you."
Hugh nodded and said:
"They believe I was abandoned after that incident, and they also suspect that the group belongs to the Church of Evernight."
Hugh himself is a believer in the " Evernight Goddess," and when he mentions the church, he is undoubtedly referring to the Church of Evernight. However, considering that his friend is a follower of the " God of Steam and Machinery," he adds a note to avoid any ambiguity.
"Hehe, that was something Mr. 'World' made us pretend to be," Fors said with a relaxed expression, smoothing her hair.
She then made herself appear serious and mature:
"Hugh, this is an opportunity for you. Acting of ' Judge ' clearly requires official support. You are not strong enough or have the necessary level of expertise to act as Judge in Backlund's underworld on your own, and you also lack sufficient assistance."
"If you can actually work in the magistrates' court, circuit court, or criminal court for a few months, you should be able to fully digest your Potion. Oh right, I heard that Military Intelligence Section 9 has an ' Court of Abnormal Affairs ' that specializes in handling cases Beyonder. If you become Judge there, you might be able to attempt to reach the ' Punisher Knight ' rank by February or March next year."
Seeing that Hugh was clearly interested, Fors quickly added:
"Once you've achieved enough merit, you might be able to restore your father's reputation to some extent. After all, George III is dead, and as long as things don't tarnish his reputation, Covington II might not stop you."
Covington is the eldest son of George III and has now succeeded as King of Loen, wearing the Balam Crown.
Hugh remained silent for a long time before finally nodding slowly and saying:
"I'll give it a try."
"Yes, once things stabilize, you can bring your mother and brother to Backlund. Although the situation is tense right now and food prices are soaring, you definitely have a quota within Military Intelligence Section 9, enough to feed them!" Fors felt more and more that joining Military Intelligence Section 9 was a good thing.
After persuading Hugh, Fors went into her bedroom and prayed to Mr. The Fool, asking Him to convey His words to Mr. World.
Following that, Fors summarized the key points of his teacher's reply, explained his own thoughts, and hoped that Gehrman Sparrow would be patient.
She had just finished praying and was about to leave the room when suddenly her vision blurred, and she saw a crimson tide surging from the void, instantly engulfing her.
Fors then found himself inside the ancient palace, sitting in his usual high-backed chair, but the imposing figure shrouded in gray mist was no longer at the head of the bronze table.
At this moment, only she and "the world" Gehrman Sparrow were around the mottled long table.
"..." Fors's mind suddenly tensed, his thoughts racing. "'Mr. World,' what I meant was that it's best if you have patience, as it makes things simpler. But if not, it's okay; we'll begin the hunt as soon as possible."
Klein chuckled softly and said:
"Don't be nervous, I'm not in a hurry."
Once his ultimate goal became Angel -level Potion recipe and a "0" level Sealed Artifact, he had enough patience for this matter.
"Phew..." Fors, the " Magician," secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked in confusion:
"So, what brings you here?"
Klein replied in a flat tone:
"Didn't you want to digest the ' Scribe ' Potion as soon as possible?"
"Besides ' Record ' the folk customs of different places, I think you should also need to ' Record ' all sorts of extraordinary abilities. The higher the level of these abilities, the better you'll likely be able to digest them."
Fors's eyes lit up:
"Yes!"
After blurting it out, she realized her tone was a bit off, and quickly added, with a hint of timidity, "..."
"Is this the advance payment you mentioned before?"
Klein nodded slightly and said:
"Let's begin. Get ready. I've borrowed a Level 1 Sealed Artifact from Mr. ' The Fool,' which corresponds to the Saint level."
For a Sequence 6 " Scribe," the success rate of " Record " extraordinary abilities at the Angel level is extremely low, almost nonexistent. Therefore, Klein did not attempt to summon Miss Messenger and Mr. Azik from the Historical Void to demonstrate their "skills."
Fors sat up straight and nodded emphatically:
"Um."
The next second, she saw "The World" Gehrman Sparrow raise a white bone scepter topped with turquoise gems.
In a sudden burst of light, streaks of lightning "leaped" out of the void, intertwining and transforming into a thunderous forest exuding an aura of destruction.
Fors ' eyes were reflected in a silvery white light, and he was completely Awe.
After the " Lightning Storm " subsided, she paused for two seconds before speaking, somewhat hesitantly:
"It failed..."
"Again," Klein replied calmly.
The Lightning Storm descended again and again upon the ancient palace above the Gray Fog. After an unknown amount of time, Fors exhaled, leaned back in his chair, and said with undisguised joy:
"It's a success! It's a success!"
She finally " Record " a " Lightning Storm ".
It was finally over... Fors immediately relaxed, and then she heard "The World," Gehrman Sparrow, speak emotionlessly:
"Alright, next extraordinary ability."
... Next? Fors saw the mad adventurer at the bottom of the mottled long table reach out his right hand, grab into the gray mist, and pull out a thorny, verdigris-covered cross out of thin air.
"' Record,' the power of this cross?" Fors tried to keep his expression normal.
--After the " Scribe " Potion was largely digested, her ability to " Record " divine abilities had increased from one to two.
"No." Klein glanced at Miss " Magician " and said, "' Record ' my ability to summon the ' Unshadowed Crucifix '."
"... It failed," Fors said softly.
The reason for this failure was that she didn't have time to " Record ".
Klein released the " Unshadowed Crucifix " from its maintenance and once again reached into the Fog of History, taking out a black iron revolver.
"It didn't work..." Fors responded with a complicated expression.
All she wanted to do was return to the real world and process what she had just learned, but she couldn't hear the bell ringing "get out of class dismissed" anytime soon.
After nearly thirty attempts, when Fors experienced a throbbing headache and began to feel mentally exhausted, she finally " Record " one of the " Historical Void Image Summoning."
At that moment, she felt her eyes welling up with tears, but she forced back her exhaustion and tried her best to show the attitude of a good "student":
"Could this summon people and things that are somehow connected to oneself from the Historical Void?"
"When the time comes, who or which item should I summon?"
Klein looked at Miss " Magician " and replied somewhat coldly:
"I."
"..." Fors forced a smile and asked, "Which period of your life?"
"The one from when we last met." Klein already had his answer ready.
He was the one who, before disrupting the ceremony for George III, had deliberately brought the " Magician " back to Backlund from the icy world; he had become the " Scholar of Yore."
Fors nodded solemnly, and subconsciously asked:
"What if I fail? Summoning someone beyond my current level would likely result in a very high probability of failure..."
"Come back tomorrow and ' Record ' this ability again, using ' Lemano's Travel Notes '," Klein said calmly.
"Success in just two tries?" The Magician Fors instinctively asked this question, showing how certain "The World" Gehrman Sparrow was, yet he dared not speak.
She raised her hand and gestured, saying:
"Then, can I go back now?"
Klein hummed in agreement, letting Miss " Magician " leave " Sefirah Castle " with a delighted expression.
Sonia Island, within a primeval forest.
Alger Wilson, accompanied by several of his men, entered a rarely visited Elf ruin.
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