The dark clouds in the sky dispersed as quickly as they appeared, and everything inside the Saint Samuel Cathedral returned to normal.
In a nearby corner, Klein raised his hand to rub his forehead, muttering with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth:
"If you won't give it to me, then don't... why did you have to kill my Marionette...?"
He then exhaled, his figure fading rapidly and disappearing—the duration of this Historical Void image was also nearing its end. After all, the high-level ability replicated by the " Scribe " was significantly different from the original, and the burden of summoning Sequence 3 from Sequence 6 was quite heavy. Even if the " Scholar of Yore " could transfer his consciousness to reduce consumption, it wouldn't allow Fors to persist for long.
Outside Backlund, on the lower reaches of the Tussock River.
Leonard hid the Red Gloves and slowly walked towards a certain place.
Suddenly, the slightly aged voice of Pallez Zoroast echoed in his mind:
How's your former colleague doing lately?
Recalling the conversation at the previous Tarot Club, Leonard lowered his voice and said:
"He has just evaded another trap set by Amon's clone and is now pursuing the truth of some matter in the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
After listening, Pallez Zoroast didn't say anything more, letting Leonard continue walking.
After setting the special coordinates, Fors was thrown back into the real world by Gehrman Sparrow's messenger.
"I feel so tired, but I only woke up not long ago... It must be that the extraordinary abilities of the High-Sequence are consuming too much Spirituality..." Fors covered his mouth with his hand, yawned, and looked at Hugh with a haggard expression.
"Possibly," Hugh agreed with her friend's assessment.
Her intuition told her that the Gehrman Sparrow projection she had summoned was anything but simple; it might even be equivalent to a Saint.
After hesitating for a moment, Hugh spoke:
"Go back to sleep. Don't try to get promoted in this state."
"In a case I Judgement before, the murderer was a psychopath who would deliberately put his friends, his students, and the homeless people he took in under various negative conditions into taking Potion, watching them lose control and mutate into all sorts of Monster Monster."
"... What is this guy's purpose?" Fors paused for a second upon hearing this.
"Two purposes: first, to observe whether the same Potion caused completely identical loss of control in different people; second, to Record the corresponding scenes in oil painting. He believed that the madness, the pain, the Distortion possessed unparalleled beauty, capable of igniting his strongest creative passion." Hugh recalled the trial, feeling both resentment and a strange lingering fear. "He was a complete Lunatic."
"This kind of guy should be humanely euthanized!" Fors shuddered at the thought, grinning as he said, "Is he a cultist?"
"Perhaps, but there are no clues... He was ostensibly a brilliant painter, internationally renowned. If it weren't for the disappearance of more than five of his students and friends in recent years, which drew our attention, this matter might not have been discovered until he completely went insane and turned into Monster." Hugh paused here, then continued, "When the law enforcement team that captured him opened his hidden basement, they all vomited. There were one horrifying, mutated corpse after another, and hanging paintings that were both terrifying and strangely captivating..."
"A despicable fellow, but also a very compelling story." Fors pondered for a moment, then pressed, "Is he a ' Devil '?"
"No, he's a ' Psychiatrist '," Hugh denied her friend's guess.
"... You sentenced him to death?" Fors asked expectantly.
Hugh shook his head and said:
"His defense Lawyer convinced me that he was better suited to be a researcher of Sealed Artifact."
"You have Lawyer? Your Court of Abnormal Affairs has Lawyer? Aren't you supposed to Judgement directly?" Fors asked in surprise.
Hugh straightened his slightly longer blond hair and said:
"We have some Beyonder within us who follow the ' Lawyer ' route; they also need to Acting, though of course, they don't realize they're Acting."
"Okay." Fors yawned again, pointing to the armchair by the fireplace, "I'm going to take a nap. Oh, weren't you going to work?"
"I can take leave," Hugh replied simply.
Fors asked no more questions, walked to the fireplace, and collapsed.
Two or three hours later, she woke up and Cogitation for fifteen minutes.
Next, she found the " Traveler " Beyonder Characteristic and supplementary materials given to her by her teacher Dorian Gray Abraham, and concocted a Potion.
The Potion was whitish but transparent, like half-melted snow water, with light green bubbles occasionally rising from it.
Fors, holding the Potion, glanced at her friend guarding her and smiled, saying:
"If I lose control, don't hesitate, just cut off my head."
"No, let's pray first; perhaps there's still a chance to save it."
"..." Xiu nodded slowly, "Maintain this state."
Fors let out a silent breath, then, without further hesitation, raised the bottle of Potion and gulped it down.
In an instant, she felt beams of light emanating from within her body and before her eyes, rushing about and opening one illusory door after another.
Fors's consciousness uncontrollably entered one of the doors, and his entire body became transparent and disappeared from the spot.
In this state of mental Levitation, Fors almost lost her sense of self. Fortunately, she had been suffering greatly recently, which strengthened her will. Moreover, she could occasionally sense the four special coordinates in the Spirit World, and finally, little by little, she regained her senses.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she found herself deep within the Spirit World, unable to discern her exact location or find her way back.
Using those four special coordinates, Fors slowly "traveled" back to the familiar place, leaving behind the densely layered blocks of color and the thin, pervasive mist, and stepped out of the Spirit World.
Those four special coordinates weren't just for finding my way back; they also effectively maintained my self-awareness... The teacher is only Sequence 7, lacking practical experience, so his knowledge is bound to have some omissions... Fors's thoughts raced as he turned his gaze to Hugh, smiling slightly:
"I'm a ' Traveler ' now."
Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously:
What extraordinary abilities have they gained?
"The main thing is that there's an extra ' Teleportation ' ability, and also ' Invisible Hand '. In addition, the number of extraordinary abilities at the Demigod level that I can Record has increased to four, and the specific effects should be close to Sequence 4..." Fors said after examining himself.
She then raised her hand and drew a tarot card from the room's Divination deck.
It was a figure holding a scepter in his right hand, pointing to the sky, with his left hand hanging down and pointing to the ground. In front of him were items such as the Holy Grail, scepter, sword, and pentacles.
The Magician card.
The day with the longest Evernight of the year is the birthday of the " Evernight Goddess," commonly known as Winter's Gift Day.
On this day, all believers who are in the Evernight will go to the nearby church to witness the Sun and the coming of night, and then participate in Mass, enjoy Holy Communion, listen to the choir sing, and do all sorts of other activities.
The year 1350 was a somber one for the Evernight Believers of Loen. The intensity of the war and rising prices dampened their spirits. Yet, on this Winter's Gift Day, they still ventured out of their homes, for the Church of Evernight was to hold a massive Mass in the major squares to Placate the departed souls.
At the same time, several Foundation will also distribute food vouchers at Mass venues. Those who receive them can use them to obtain corresponding items at any relief point or church. This has led some Storm and Steam believers, who do not normally Winter's Gift Day, to go to the nearest square.
West Borough, Memorial Day Square, the site where George III was bombed.
Audrey, draped in a black cloak and carrying her large golden retriever Susie with a small leather bag, walked among the nobles with a clean-cut face. Her expression seemed normal, but it concealed a hint of pain and guilt.
She had obtained the blood of the old Mind Dragon and prepared the " Manipulator " Potion, which she placed in the small bag Susie was carrying.
Susie is already Sequence 6 " Hypnotist," Audrey believes that not many people present will notice her abnormality and steal things from her.
--The blood of that old Mind Dragon came from " The Hermit " Cattleya, supposedly obtained from the " Mystery Queen," Audrey paid a full three thousand pounds for it.
This was exactly what she expected, because she wasn't particularly keen on Psychology Alchemists Herabergen Rambis, had only been dead for a few months, and her collecting items needed for promotion would inevitably arouse suspicion. The other members of the Psychology Alchemists were capable and Wisdom enough to notice this.
Moreover, becoming Demigod means coming into contact with the members of the Psychology Alchemists Council. According to Mr. "World," there might be Angel from the realm of the mind hidden among them. I'll prepare for a while longer, and only consider improving my status within the council when I have the right opportunity and excuse... I'll conceal my strength for a while... Audrey, with her blonde hair tied up, lifted her skirt and slowly walked towards the designated spot.
Along the way, many nobles extended a helping hand to her, hoping to help this beautiful, noble, yet frail young woman through crowded places and through obstacles, but Earl Hall blocked them all.
He put his eldest son, Hibbert, in charge of his youngest daughter, while he walked ahead, arm in arm with his wife, occasionally turning back to glance at Backlund's most dazzling gem.
Not long after the family arrived at their destination, Archbishop Saint Anthony Stevenson of the Church of the Church of Evernight in Backlund, dressed in a black robe with red stripes, walked up to the platform.
He looked around, raised his right hand, and tapped his chest four times clockwise:
Praise the goddess!
When the believers below responded, the Saint spoke in a deep voice that everyone could hear:
"Today is a celebration of the Evernight, but the goddess responds with mercy."
He has mercy on every mother who has lost her child, on every lonely child, and on everyone who is suffering immense pain.
He said, "This will all end eventually, and all this suffering will return to silence and peace."