As Klein gazed into the distance, crimson flames suddenly erupted and engulfed him.
By the time the flames had died down, his figure had disappeared from the Saint Samuel Cathedral.
In an empty room of an ordinary hotel, Klein emerged from the sudden surge of flames and began setting up a ritual to pray for blessings.
Soon, the mysterious gate formed by the candlelight opened, and an ancient-looking ornament flew out from the boundless darkness and landed on the altar.
The ornament appears to be made of gold, shaped like a slender bird surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Its bronze eyes shimmer with layers of light, as if concealing one illusory door after another.
Klein sincerely thanked the " Evernight Goddess," ended the ceremony, and picked up the bird-shaped gold ornament.
"This seems to be the image of Greta Garfield, the legendary progenitor of the phoenix..."
"This Ancient Death, in addition to his own path, seems to also wield some authority over the ' Apprentice ' path, which can be preliminarily confirmed from the ruins of that city-state in the Forsaken Land of the Gods that worships the Phoenix..."
"No wonder most ancient gods have difficulty controlling their emotions, teetering on the edge of madness, no, constantly wavering between madness and reason... Before the first ' Blasphemy Slate ' appeared, all extraordinary beings had no concept of Sequence Pathway, only the instinct for aggregation and reproduction and blind experimentation..." Klein sighed inwardly as he carefully examined the bird-shaped gold ornament.
As the owner of the " Sefirah Castle," he could sense a subtle connection between the ornament and the " River of Eternal Darkness."
"So it can hold the waters of the ' River of Eternal Darkness '? Hmm, the waters of the ' River of Eternal Darkness ' are definitely not water in the true sense, but rather an abstract concept or symbol." Klein nodded thoughtfully, then casually tossed the bird-shaped gold ornament into the " Sefirah Castle," sealing it among the pile of junk to prevent it from causing any unnecessary accidents.
On a mountain peak outside the city of Bayam.
The " Red Angel " Evil Spirit watched as the edge of the sea gradually brightened, and an orange the Sun slowly rose above the horizon.
Suddenly, a young man wearing a pointed soft hat and a classic black robe appeared beside Him.
The man was playing with a monocle made of crystal, then put it on his right eye. He was none other than Amon, who had become "Mr. Error ".
Sauron Einhorn Medici glanced at Amon and said:
"What you used as a sacrifice was actually your true form."
"If it weren't for the original body, how could you have had time to Stealing the ritual and replace Bethel?" Amon replied with a smile. "As a qualified ' Conspirer,' you shouldn't have overlooked this."
The Evil Spirit " Red Angel " chuckled:
How do I know you're not bluffing? Maybe you anticipated my prediction?
Amon smiled but didn't give a direct answer. Instead, he took out a strange crown covered in rust and bloodstains.
"This is your reward." He tossed the item to Sauron Einhorn Medici.
The " Red Angel " Evil Spirit caught the strange crown with some surprise:
"Oh, so they didn't try to renege on their debt."
"Acting against your own will is also a form of Deceit," Amon said with a smile, adjusting his monocle over his right eye. "I'm really looking forward to you becoming the ' Red Priest ' and devouring that Witch. Your appearance will definitely be quite amusing then."
When he said this, Amon's smile carried an undisguised mischievousness.
Sauron Einhorn Medici paused for a moment and then said:
"I don't think there will be any fundamental difference from now."
On each side of His face, a bloody mouth split open, then quickly closed again.
Amon adjusted the monocle he was wearing on his right eye, turned his head to look at the other side of the sea, and said:
"The situation on the Western Continent seems quite interesting."
After saying this, Mr. " Error," formerly known as the " Angel of Time," transformed into light and vanished into nothingness.
The " Red Angel " Evil Spirit followed Amon's gaze and tossed the strange crown in its hand.
Bloody mouths reappeared on both sides of His face, each speaking:
"After absorbing this Beyonder Characteristic, you'd better stay away from Bansy."
"If you want to grow breasts and your whole body to swell up, you can stay there."
Medici pursed his lips and said:
"Shouldn't this be your Wishes?"
Facing the altar filled with materials and artifacts, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him instantly became empty and clean, with all the clutter neatly arranged and returned to their original places.
This is a "miracle," stemming from certain Wishes accumulated by Klein.
"Compared to those ' Miracle Invoker ' and ' Attendant of Mysteries ' of the past, the 'miracles' I can create are incredibly diverse and practical, including but not limited to building houses, interior decoration, garbage sorting, environmental protection..." Klein glanced at the finished altar and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He then Door Opening and left, walking towards the street.
He wanted to strengthen his humanity and stabilize his mental state by returning to reality and human society. His current problem was quite complicated, involving the resurrected will of " Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings ". If he could not suppress it first, going directly to " Justice " for treatment would only pollute her and cause his Psychiatrist to also suffer from mental illness. Of course, if " Justice " had Sequence 2, the impact would not be too great.
Backlund has now been rebuilt, and the number of pedestrians has returned to near its peak. As soon as Klein pushed open the hotel door, he heard all sorts of sounds:
"Wait! Wait!"
"Fresh sea fish from Pritz Harbor, meaty with few bones, perfect for pan-frying!"
"Special ginger beer with mini pancakes and French fries!"
"A delicious and piping hot oyster soup!"
"The freshest vegetables!"
Most of these sounds came from street vendors, with a few from passengers chasing after horse-drawn carriages or pedestrians bumped into by those in a hurry. The morning scene unfolded slowly in this noisy, bustling, and chaotic manner.
Klein listened to these calls that were both strange and familiar, and stared silently at the scene before him, remaining motionless for several minutes.
Only when a thief approached did he put his hands in the pockets of his black wool coat and walk into the nearest coffee shop.
"A decent cup of coffee, a serving of lamb stew with tender peas, and an oat bread roll," Klein said to the owner of the cheap coffee shop.
"That'll be 11 pence in total," the shopkeeper replied after doing the mental calculation.
Then he added:
Everything is more expensive now.
Klein said nothing, took a 1- Soli note from the pile of junk in " Sefirah Castle," and handed it to the shopkeeper.
He then found a spot by the window where the table wasn't too greasy and sat down, pulling out a few tissues to use as a cushion.
Next, Klein laid out the letter paper and took out a dark red, round-bellied fountain pen.
After observing the morning street scene and passersby for a while, he finally put pen to paper and wrote:
"Dear Mr. Azik:
"It's been another month since I last wrote to you, because I had to go into a deep sleep for a while. It wasn't because I was hurt, but because of the ritual."
"When I woke up and stepped back into human society, onto the street, I suddenly remembered my life in Tingen."
"Back then, mornings were always noisy and bustling. Large numbers of citizens left their homes and rushed to factories and companies. Street vendors gathered on the side of the road, hawking vegetables, cooked food, and fruits of questionable quality, which were always very cheap."
I will protect my wallet, carefully squeeze through the crowd, and head to the station to wait for the public carriage with many other people.
"I work at Blackthorn Security Company at 36 Zouteland Street, and I have a great group of colleagues:"
" Dunn Smith is the captain and the supervisor here. He is an experienced, kind, and responsible Beyonder. He is gentle, efficient, and cares for all the team members equally. His only flaw is that he has a poor memory; he might forget things that aren't very important. His most frequent phrase is 'Wait, there's something else.' Of course, there's a reason for this. He has lost too many comrades and hopes they all remain in his dreams, so he often can't distinguish between reality and dreams."
" Old Neil was my first occult teacher, and the most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement. He was always devising strange Ritualistic Magic to try and get help from the goddess. Some of these succeeded, while others resulted in ridiculous accidents, which I can still recall to this day. He was a very kind person, and even for the sake of his most cherished Wishes, he was unwilling to hurt others."
" Leonard is a poet with his own secrets. I the Original thought he was mysterious, a hidden, powerful figure who had to be taken seriously. Later, I discovered that he was essentially a rough, simple, impulsive, rebellious, capricious, and not very polite young man. Moreover, he really had no literary talent and could only rely on memorization to complete his Acting. Well, he did have some merits, though. He was quite brave and possessed a keen intuition and terrifying reasoning ability in certain matters, but this was limited to certain things."
" Frye is an Beyonder who appears cold and unapproachable, but in reality, he is very responsible and warm-hearted, and always willing to lend a helping hand when others need it."
" Kenley is short and used to be an office worker before volunteering to become a full-fledged team member. He is quite shrewd, but he never refuses a case. Whenever he plays cards, he talks most about his fiancée."
" Rozanne is the receptionist at ' Blackthorn Security Company.' She's lively, a bit Sloth, and well-liked by everyone. To us, she's like a little sister. She loves each and every one of us, but she also really dislikes all the official team members because her father was once an official Beyonder later died heroically. Perhaps, in her mind, official team members are equivalent to people who receive a critical illness notice."
Mrs. Orianna is the accountant and a victim of a supernatural case. She is delicate and gentle, pursues a refined life, and doesn't talk much, but she takes good care of everyone and never makes things difficult for us financially. For example, she rarely rejects Old Neil's expense reimbursement applications, no matter how absurd the reason, and just leaves it to the captain to decide.
" Siga Tron had unusually white hair and was an unsuccessful Author. She had an outstanding temperament and a calm personality, which was not at all like Beyonder who fought in the Evernight. She was also very brave and determined, and did not back down even when facing death."
"Ms. Loyao and Frye are very similar; they are both people who don't talk much but care a lot about their colleagues, well, except at the poker table."
" Brett is the best report writer among the clerical staff, a romantic gentleman who still loves his wife very much even after fifteen years of marriage. I think he will live a good life because his motto is: the less you know, the longer you live."
" Cecil Francis. Although he's supposed to be an office worker, he often gets into dangerous situations, so the captain has entrusted him with the task of purchasing and requisitioning supplies. He doesn't have a high profile, which is probably the key to his survival."
"I sometimes think that if none of what happened afterward had occurred, I'd probably still be living in Tingen, going to work on time every day, taking my shifts underground, handling a few cases, playing cards with my colleagues, and occasionally taking Melissa and Benson to the theater or circus. If I could go home early one day, I'd research food, which is one of my greatest hobbies. And on weekends, I might visit you and discuss various fields of history with you..."
Unfortunately, life always pushes us forward, forcing us to face one change after another.