Bonova Gustave... Klein's gaze slid across the young man's face before settling on the Levitation objects around them and the Puppet made of metal parts.
The Puppet has a very postmodern style... Some of the physical laws here seem to have changed to some extent... Klein nodded thoughtfully and said:
"I want to take that ' Magic Mirror '."
He stated his requirements very frankly.
Bonova showed no change in expression, as if he were merely a Puppet.
"Are you Blessed of the ' Evernight '?"
"I guess so for now," Klein said with a smile.
Bonova then nodded:
"Then you can take it."
Did they think I was demanding spoils for the Church of Evernight? Klein didn't explain, but politely removed his top hat and bowed slightly, saying:
"Thank you so much."
As he spoke, Klein's figure suddenly faded and disappeared from the spot.
He was merely an image seen through Historical Void.
Next, nothing changed in the carriage where Ikanser and the member of " Machinery Hivemind " were.
Of course, they were only in a historical scene, and the true condition of the carriage was unknowingly concealed.
On a horse-drawn carriage a dozen kilometers away from the Steam train, Klein suddenly found himself holding a mirror.
It is entirely silver, with ancient and mysterious patterns on the back, and an eye-like decoration on each side of the front.
"Don't speak," Klein said simply, looking in the mirror.
"Yes, Great and Supreme Master." One by one, pale silver words floated lightly from the depths of the mirror.
Klein immediately took out paper and pen, using the " Magic Mirror " as a mat, and prepared to write a letter.
He thought for a moment, then, with a faint smile, he wrote:
"Dear Mr. Azik:
"It seems like it's been a long time since I last wrote to you, because I went to the Forsaken Land of the Gods and had a wonderful Travel."
"There are only two kinds of creatures there: living Wisdom beings and Monster. And those Wisdom races are either burdened with curses or have undergone obvious mutations, making them more tragic than I had imagined."
"I tried to help them, not just for the sake of ritual, for the sake of anchoring, or to satisfy my own pity; it had meaning in itself..."
"Leaving aside those hardships, the entire Forsaken Land of the Gods is completely different from the outside world, like a series of oil paintings dominated by black... What's surprising is that the Artificial Death can influence the undead creatures here to a limited extent. I was very puzzled at the time, but today I finally have a guess, suspecting that it is related to the ' River of Eternal Darkness, ' one of the nine Sefirah..."
"This reminds me of the Spirit World city of Calderon, and the golden Phoenix ornament you once mentioned... Legend has it that the Phoenix Ancestor and the ' Death ' of the Fourth Epoch could both utilize the ' River of Eternal Darkness ' to a certain extent. Do you know anything about this?"
"The war, which lasted for more than a year, has finally ended. The ' Evernight Goddess ' has achieved final victory, and the ' God of Combat ' has fallen. I think, given your level and status, you should know what this means..."
"Regardless, the long-awaited peace has returned, and people are gradually returning to their normal lives. This is a scene I like, but some wounds may never be healed..."
"I don't know if the Apocalypse will come on time, or when you will wake up. I can only hope that everything will turn out for the better."
"Finally, let me mention something trivial: I have advanced to Sequence 2 and become a ' Miracle Invoker,' which is both a curse and a hope."
"Best wishes, your forever student Klein Moretti."
After finishing writing, Klein carefully checked the letter before folding it, blowing the Azik Copper Whistle to summon the skeletal messenger.
When this enormous messenger emerged from the ground, its bones trembled, as if it had sensed the aura of the " Great Ruler Above the Spirit World ".
Klein chuckled and handed the letter to the messenger, whose number was unknown. He watched as the messenger awkwardly bowed before disintegrating into a fountain of bones that burrowed into the ground.
After finishing this task, Klein turned his gaze to the " Magic Mirror " resting on his lap.
Sensing his gaze, the mirror's surface rippled with water, revealing one pale silver word after another:
"Great master, where do we go next?"
Where to go? Klein repeated the question in his mind, wanting to Teleportation directly to the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range, enter the ancient palace between reality and the Foggy Town, and see if there was a chance to take the " Card of Blasphemy," which was most useful to him, from that half-" The Fool " of the Antigonus Family.
With his current strength, which is equivalent to more than half of Sequence 1, this is not an impossible task. Back when Zaratul was at Sequence 2, he was able to obtain the main material for " Attendant of Mysteries " from half of " The Fool ".
Of course, all of this is predicated on the premise that the " Evernight Goddess " maintains the suppression and sealing of the ancestors of the Antigonus Family.
So the story came full circle, back to the deal with the " Evernight Goddess ".
Now that I am the master of the " Sefirah Castle," I can leave a portion of the " Worm of Spirit " on the Gray Fog to respond to prayers at any time. This has considerable benefits, except for some potential risks to my mental state. Well, it can support my main body at any time and also provides another means of resurrection... Even if my main body is completely destroyed, I can Reorganization my will and body by relying on the " Worm of Spirit " on the Gray Fog... However, if the part of me that walks in reality is " Concealment " and cuts off from the " Sefirah Castle," the remaining " Worm of Spirit " will go out of control and become Monster, just like Zaratul before... Klein quickly analyzed the situation and decided that with his current strength, it was best not to venture deep into the Spirit World city of Calderon for the time being.
Even if he were to search for clues to the " River of Eternal Darkness," he would have to wait until he had fulfilled many Wishes and reached the level of a true " Miracle Invoker."
Thinking of this, Klein patted the " Magic Mirror " and said with a smile:
"Let's go on a journey together."
Is there anywhere you'd like to go?
" Trier, no, I will go wherever you wish," Arrodes replied humbly in writing.
Klein smiled, leaped off the carriage, and headed towards the nearest city.
The carriage continued for a few more meters before disappearing inch by inch, returning to the Fog of History.
At the same time, Klein's trench coat transformed into a black robe, and his top hat changed shape, acquiring a classic look.
This made Klein look like a wandering Magician roaming the streets and alleys.
Inside a fairly well-preserved house in Backlund.
Dressed in a pristine white robe, the ethereal and beautiful " Demoness of Unaging " Katarina put down the mirror in her hand and turned to the young man rocking in the armchair beside her, saying:
"The war is over, and they've finally decided to recall me to headquarters."
"I've waited too long for this day," the young man in the armchair clicked his tongue.
He wore a long robe with black background and red patterns, and had a face with soft features, a brownish complexion, and a slightly pale appearance. He was the " Gatekeeper " possessed by the Evil Spirit of the " Red Angel ".
Katarina placed her hands on the table, sat down, and said with a slight smile:
You don't seem to be in a hurry at all.
"When you're imprisoned underground with two despicable fellows for one or two thousand years without being able to escape, you'll know that a year or two of waiting is very easy and pleasant. I'm not in a hurry at all, Red Angel," the Evil Spirit chuckled. "After this matter is over, if you're curious, I'll let you experience it. Of course, I'll remember to throw you two male companions. How long you can use them depends on your restraint."
When the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit said this, no two mouths appeared on its face to refute it, because to them, this was the truth:
He and those two despicable fellows were imprisoned underground for one or two thousand years, unable to escape.
Upon hearing this answer, Katarina's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled faintly before asking again:
"Aren't you worried that if you go to our headquarters, the Primordial will discover you?"
"So what? There's always a risk involved in doing things. Besides, the worst outcome is merging with Him. I'm already three-in-one, so becoming four-in-one wouldn't be a big problem," Sauron Einhorn Medici said, feigning indifference.
"Let's go then," Katarina said with a smile as she nimbly jumped off the table.
As soon as she finished speaking, a red-haired man with a banner mark between his eyebrows appeared in her eyes.
The " Gatekeeper " in the black robe with red patterns suddenly lost his breath, and his skin and flesh quickly rotted, turning into yellowish-green pus.
In just a few seconds, only a white skeleton and its Beyonder Characteristic remained on the armchair.
Katarina waved her hand, drawing the Beyonder Characteristic into her palm through invisible threads.
Immediately afterwards, she lost all feeling in her body and abruptly disappeared into the mirror she had used before.
A dark, illusory, and unreal road then appeared before the " Saintess of White," connecting with similar things in the surrounding area to form a complex and mysterious "spider web," weaving together a bizarre world different from reality.
Katarina swiftly traversed this " Mirror World," approaching the target node.
Just then, she felt a powerful suction force, uncontrollably veer off the road, and was thrown into a dark and blurry fog that represented a mirror in the real world.
In an instant, Katarina, along with the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit, left the mirror and found herself in a strange, carpeted room.
At the edge of the room, a young man with ordinary features, dressed in common clothes, leaned against the stair railing, smiling as he gazed at the " White Witch."
He was tossing an object repeatedly in his left hand—a strange crown covered in rust and bloodstains.
Before Katarina could react, the young man took out a monocle made of crystal and put it on his left eye.
"Heh..." The sneer of the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit immediately echoed in Katarina's mind.
The next second, the young man took off his monocle, moved it to his right eye, and then said with a clear smile:
"Sorry, I put it on the wrong way just now."
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