While the residents of Constant were still marveling at the miracle before their eyes, Klein had already left the city with his suitcase and the " Magic Mirror " Arrodes.
After making such a commotion, he was worried that Zaratul would pinpoint his location, so he didn't dare to stay any longer.
Given his current level and strength, he wasn't too afraid of a head-on confrontation with Zaratul, but he didn't want to be ambushed. For Beyonder using the " Seer " pathway, being prepared and being unprepared are completely different things. If Klein's location was exposed and he didn't leave in time, he would be facing a prepared Zaratul while unprepared, and the outcome was predictable: even if he had become the master of the " Sefirah Castle " and had a chance to be resurrected, there was still a considerable risk of complete annihilation.
Moreover, he didn't know what state Amon was in, whether he was still being chased by the " True Creator," or whether he might suddenly appear beside him and " Stealing " everything.
With this in mind, Klein embarked on another journey.
In the basement of a house in Southville County.
The few remaining Sequence 7 Beyonder of the Abraham Family have gathered here as agreed.
"... That's how it is." Dorian Gray recounted the entire story of what his student Fors had told him about Mr. "The Door," "Years of Exile and sealing have driven the Progenitor insane. He only occasionally regains his senses, and even then, direct communication with Him involves enduring the malice that corrupts his spirit."
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a university professor, sighed and said:
"So that's how it is..."
A hint of relief appeared on his face, as if he could finally acknowledge that the family curse originated from the Progenitor's cry for help.
After a pause of one second, the man said with a resolute expression:
"We need to find a way to help the Progenitor escape; only then will the curse on us be completely removed."
" Verdue, have you gone mad? Bringing back a mad Angel King will destroy the entire family!" Dorian couldn't help but rebuke him.
The man named Verdue glanced at the other family members, his face darkening as he said:
"Therefore, we must return the Progenitor to the real world as soon as possible, while he is still partially conscious!"
"Once He is freed from his state of Exile and sealing, and with enough anchor, He will surely gradually regain his sanity."
" Dorian, you 'Depravity! You no longer think of restoring our family's glory, of bringing us back to the top of the Northern Continent; you only wish for a stable but mediocre life! And can you be sure that Mr. ' The Fool ' will always offer protection? Perhaps one day, like the Seven Gods, He will no longer respond to most prayers."
Dorian remained silent for several seconds before saying:
"But the risks in this regard are certainly lower than helping the Progenitor escape. Since I have believed in Mr. The Fool and prayed to Him fervently, I have not been affected by the ' Full Moon Ravings ' for many months. If I were not so young, I would be confident that I could take the Potion and become Sequence 6 ' Scribe '."
"Even so, given more time, I am still quite confident that I will be promoted."
"If someone like me, who is over a certain age, can do it, then our next generation, and the generation after that, will definitely be able to break free from their original limitations and have the opportunity to open the door to Demigod."
Upon hearing Dorian's words, the two men and two women besides Verdue all nodded slightly in agreement.
They have converted some of their descendants to the " The Fool " and, after several months of observation, have confirmed that it is truly effective. They are now planning to begin praying to the " The Fool " themselves.
Seeing that Verdue's expression wasn't too good, Dorian softened his tone and said:
"More importantly, we simply don't have the strength to complete that ritual right now. Demigod from any path are not easy to deal with. Among them, the Demigod corresponding to the ' Seer ' and ' Marauder ' are known for their cunning, unpredictability, and danger. Even if we were willing to sacrifice ourselves and use '0' level Sealed Artifact, it would be very difficult to capture them."
Verdue adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly exhaled, saying:
"I will not stop you from converting to the ' The Fool. ' If you can ask that being for help to free the Progenitor from his predicament, that would be the best outcome. But before that, I will do my best to prepare the ceremony. Dorian, you must remember that the bloodline and glory of the Abraham Family come from the Progenitor. Without Him, there would be no us."
"If this requires a sacrifice, then I will be the one to take it."
After saying that, he stood up, put on his top hat, and walked towards the exit of the basement.
Dorian watched him leave, and after a long while, he sighed:
" Verdue has been studying various occult materials, hoping to find a way to completely break the family curse. I think this persistence has become ingrained in his blood..."
The other members of the Abraham Family nodded in agreement:
"Once he realizes he can't complete the ritual, he'll probably give up..."
They secretly hoped that Verdue would succeed, but felt it was almost impossible.
On Blue Mountain Island, where the " City of Generosity " Bayam is located, it was originally a private port belonging to the rebels.
A group of workers who had just finished laying gas pipelines were looking for a place to rest and wait for the carriage sent by the Church of the Sea God to take them back to Bayam when they saw the " Half-Giant " who were said to come from the northern island of Feysac carrying heavy gray-white stone, walking over step by step.
These workers had all participated in the construction of ports, churches, and art galleries, and knew how heavy that greyish-white stone was.
They recalled that, with the aid of logs, horses, and machinery, people struggled to move similar stones, while the " Half-Giant " here handled them as easily as toys.
Such power is simply outrageous.
Seeing that the town's outer walls and some buildings had been initially constructed thanks to the efforts of the City of Silver Pathfinders, Derrick nodded and said to Candice and Liaval:
"It's time to return to City of Silver and inform the chief and the others about the situation here."
None of the members of the City of Silver Pathfinders team objected; they all excitedly agreed with Elder Derrick's decision.
Although they haven't been here long, they have already fallen deeply in love with their new "hometown," with the warmth of the sunshine and the tranquility of the moonlit nights, and they can't wait to let their family and friends experience and enjoy it too.
Derrick instinctively straightened his back, controlling himself and preventing a smile from appearing. He calmly said to Candice:
"You and I will return to City of Silver together and tell the Chief and the other elders of the ' Council of Six ' about what's going on here."
"Yes, Ginod, you come too. Liaval, you're in charge of maintaining order here."
Fearing that he alone could not gain the trust of the current chief Waite Chirmont, and others, he brought along two more companions.
After explaining the relevant matters, Derrick led Candice and Ginod to a secluded spot in New City of Silver, bowed his head, clasped his hands, and prayed to Mr. The Fool, Wishes return to City of Silver immediately.
Without a sound, the scene around them first blurred and stretched, then fixed itself and quickly became clear.
Before them appeared a city wall with weeds growing like strands of hair.
In just a few seconds, Derrick and his two men returned to the gates of City of Silver.
"... This is a miracle..." Candice rubbed her eyes with her free hand and exclaimed sincerely.
She had considered many ways to return to City of Silver, but she never imagined that she would come back directly like this.
For her, this was a miracle bestowed by the gods.
Ginod shook the glass lantern in his hand and muttered something without thinking:
"This is much brighter than an animal skin lantern..."
Before he could finish speaking, he realized what he had said and revealed a pure smile, devoid of any gloom.
This time, they will be the dawn messengers leading the inhabitants of City of Silver away from the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Derrick breathed a sigh of relief, maintaining a serious expression, and said:
"Let's go find the chief immediately and arrange for everyone to prepare for the relocation."
He had heard Mr. The Hanged Man tell many stories of things that were just a hair's breadth away from success, and he didn't want City of Silver to suffer a similar fate.
Therefore, we must expedite all the tasks that need to be undertaken in the future.
As they passed through the gate, the residents of City of Silver who were on guard looked at the three explorers with curiosity, and saw hope in their rosy, glowing faces.
"Hasn't Liaval and the others returned?" someone asked worriedly, fearing that the rest of the scouting team had perished.
Derrick responded simply:
"They stayed outside and built a temporary camp."
The guards didn't ask any further questions, afraid of wasting time, and simply watched Derrick and his group head towards the Twin Towers.
Not long after, Derrick, Candice, Ginod met with Chief Waite Chirmont and the rest of the Council of Six, and gave a brief account of their team's observations and experiences in the outside world.
At the end of their presentation, they also presented exquisite mechanical artifacts such as pocket watches and music boxes as evidence.
The Council of Six, besides Derrick Waite Chirmont stood over two and a half meters tall and had a dark blue symbol tattooed on his head, exchanged glances and sighed:
"Your experience is like a beautiful dream, no, I could never even dream of such a scene."
After saying that, his expression turned serious:
"Is the dungeon for preserving the Sealed Artifact completed?"
"This was the first building we completed," Derrick gave a very definite answer.
Waite nodded slightly and immediately issued the order:
"Have everyone bring the necessary items and assemble at the training ground."
"To prevent any accidents, we prayed directly to Mr. ' The Fool ' and asked him to move us there."
At this point, Waite for a moment and said:
"Mr. ' The Fool ' had previously sent down a divine message, instructing us to wait three more hours for the ancient remnants from Moon City to arrive and join us. However, this does not prevent us from making preparations in advance."
"Also, I want to tell everyone that the living environment in Moon City is harsh, and many people have become deformed. We must view them with normal eyes."
Although City of Silver has Black-faced Grass as its staple food, it still occasionally consumes the flesh and blood of Monster to replenish its strength. This results in the occasional birth of deformed children among them, so this phenomenon is neither unfamiliar nor strange to everyone.
"Great!" The other Council of Six responded without hesitation, their faces beaming with excitement.
This time, they were not just seeing the dawn; they were welcoming the daylight.