Of all those present, the one most interested in the Caron suicide case was " Justice " Audrey. However, she had already noticed that " Magician " Fors was somewhat curious about the matter, so she didn't ask anything, remained seated, and patiently waited for the bestselling Author to speak.
In just a second or two, " Magician " Fors glanced at the edge of the table in front of "World" Gehrman Sparrow and said carefully:
What is the truth?
Klein had already rehearsed how to describe it in his mind, and without the slightest hesitation, he had the dummy "world" say:
" The Manipulator behind this is most likely the royal advisor, Herabergen Rambis, who probably also holds another position: a member of the Psychology Alchemists Council."
Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Audrey " Justice " naturally pictured a kind old man in her mind. This gentleman came from an aristocratic family, graduated from the Pritz University, possessed extensive knowledge and outstanding insights, had served as a royal advisor for over ten years, and was a recognized scholar, good man, and gentleman.
Audrey had previously suspected that the royal family might have been involved in Caron's suicide, but she never imagined that the real Manipulator would be the gentle, kind, and witty Herabergen Rambis!
When "The World" Gehrman Sparrow revealed this man's other identity, she could no longer contain her shock and astonishment:
Is Herabergen Rambis Beyonder? Is he a member of the Psychology Alchemists Council?
This means he might be Demigod... I've met him many times and never felt he was connected to the mystical world; I always thought of him as a pure scholar, a scholar with a broad perspective...
If Mr. World's investigation wasn't misled, I really find it hard to imagine that Herabergen Rambis, known for his helpfulness, could be so indifferent to a life, so coldly letting a child lose its father, a wife lose her husband, and parents lose their son... He usually acts so well-mannered, so compassionate... Hmm, politics is dirtier than I imagined, and so is royalty...
Come to think of it, I've never met any members of the Psychology Alchemists Council, nor have I ever contacted any of their higher-ups. I never imagined that this Concealment organization wouldn't be so fundamentally different from cults like the Aurora Order and the Spirituality Religion... Our Tarot Club much better; Mr. " The Fool " is always stopping or sabotaging the plans of the evil Devil...
Justice Audrey's thoughts raced, " The Hanged Man " Alger keenly sensed the simmering tension in Backlund's political arena. He felt that the entangled forces and numerous secrets formed a massive powder keg that could explode at any moment.
Nobles, royalty, the Church of Storms, the Church of Evernight, the Church of Steam, the newly wealthy class, commoners on the edge of a precipice, the lowest strata of society living miserable lives... The implications of this era's transformation are so clear that I hadn't clearly grasped them before, simply believing from Qilangos's words and the "evidence" he presented that an era of old gods fading and new gods emerging was about to arrive, the tide of history surging irreversibly... In Alger's silent sigh, he seemed to see that towering Gothic bell tower, and the " Clock of Order " hanging on it.
Around this famous object, air currents formed, and the light dimmed, as if Storm were brewing in concentric circles.
In a daze, Alger suddenly had another idea:
What emerges may not be new gods; perhaps ancient gods have returned from even more distant times...
He instinctively glanced at the head of the long bronze table, then quickly looked away, his heart churning with turmoil.
At this moment, he inexplicably felt that his previous ambitions and goals might have been too small. He had only thought about becoming the Archbishop of the Church of Storms, becoming a Saint, having a voice in the whole world, and being able to secretly control many things.
Since the old gods have faded away and new gods have emerged, and Mr. The Fool is going to reclaim his throne in the Astral World, why can't I consider becoming an Angel?
Only by reaching this level can one complete the qualitative change in life form, live a long life, be above all spirits, lead a large organization, and control power at the world level!
As one thought after another flashed through his mind, Alger, the " The Hanged Man," felt a tremor that no one else could detect, and his heart was overflowing with excitement.
The Hermit, Cattleya, then connected this to the Mystery Queen's whereabouts over the past two months, feeling that the Queen had spent a large portion of her time in Backlund.
Is something really about to erupt in Backlund? When I write this letter, I might try asking and see what kind of response the Queen will give... Cattleya pushed up her thick glasses and glanced at Miss " Justice " and the other Backlund members.
" The Magician " Fors knew some details of Caron's suicide case, knew that the victim acted voluntarily throughout the entire process and was not controlled, and knew that the witnesses believed without a doubt that Dawn Dantès. These contrasts with the actual situation made her have a strong fear of the psychic alchemy committee member. She didn't want to one day discover that her own thoughts and preferences were all instilled by others.
"What's the difference between this and a puppet?" The High-Sequence in the " Spectator " pathway are truly terrifying... However, this is excellent writing material; the field of psychology itself has " Hypnosis "... In my next book, I'm going to write about a morbid female protagonist who falls in love with a gentleman and uses Hypnosis to make him fall in love with her in return, only to discover at the end that the gentleman is actually Planeswalker Hypnosis... Fors opened her mouth, then closed it again, not asking Herabergen Rambis anything more, because she didn't know this royal advisor at all.
Klein shared the story of Herabergen Rambis primarily to warn Miss " Justice " to be careful and wary of this member of the Psychology Alchemists Council. Now that his purpose had been achieved, he continued:
"There's one more thing. Keep an eye on Qonas Kilgor. He's the Major General Deputy Director of Military Intelligence Section 9. He's only Sequence 5 on the surface, but he's actually Demigod on the ' Black Emperor ' pathway. He has incredibly strong Spirit Intuition and is very perceptive of what others are looking at."
Qonas Kilgor ... " Justice," Audrey repeated the name in her mind, realizing that she had almost no recollection of this man.
Either my social circles don't overlap much with his, and even if we happen to meet, we just nod and don't ask who he is, or he's very low-key and doesn't often attend similar gatherings... I'll ask Cons when I have the chance; he's from Military Intelligence Section 9, so he must know this superior... Audrey wasn't too surprised that Qonas claimed to be only Sequence 5 but was actually Demigod; in her view, it was quite common for intelligence agency personnel to have similar situations.
Alger the Hanged Man and the Hermit the Cattleya had both heard of Qonas Kilgor, a high- Military Intelligence Section 9, but lacked further knowledge. At this moment, they could only busy updating their mental information and reminding themselves to be especially careful when encountering anything related to him in the future.
Seeing that Mr. World had nothing more to share, Derrick the Sun spoke up before Mr. The Hanged Man could ask:
I've made a new friend.
He paused for a moment before getting to the point:
"His patrol area included the former chief's mausoleum. He told me that the ' Council of Six ' had not yet opened the gate to the underground, but lush and strange plants, resembling human hair, were growing in the cracks of the outer stones of the mausoleum."
The " Council of Six " includes three Demigod. Even if some are out exploring and not in City of Silver, the other three likely possess near- Demigod strength due to wielding powerful Sealed Artifact or Grazing Evil Spirit. The fact that they've worked together for so many days and still haven't opened the former chief's tomb... this indicates a significant problem... Also, what caused the sudden growth of plants resembling human hair? Klein's mind was filled with questions, awaiting Mr. " The Hanged Man's " questions for Little " The Sun."
He knew the other person would definitely ask.
After listening quietly, Alger, the " The Hanged Man," frowned slightly, then relaxed, and carefully spoke:
"Besides these, what other unusual circumstances exist?"
"Was it Elder Lovia, the ' Shepherd,' who was in charge of opening the mausoleum?"
"Not only her, Derrick the Sun earnestly. "Nothing else seems amiss for the time being."
Alger nodded and said:
"Very good. Maintain the current situation, build connections with more people, and keep a close eye on any changes at that mausoleum."
Derrick, who had been praised, nodded repeatedly.
After exchanging some other things, the gathering naturally turned into a learning session. " Magician " Fors wanted to ask what the Pharaoh's mummy could be used for, but after glancing at "The World" Gehrman Sparrow, he kept his mouth shut.
After the party ended, Klein returned to the real world, turned on the tap, washed his face and hands, and patiently waited for night to fall.
He will then travel to Desi Bay aboard a military airship.
Southern Continent, Port Pritz.
Because the Golden Dream " was sailing in the southern part of the Sonia Sea, Danitz arrived at the northernmost port of West Balam in just a few days.
He was wearing a dark cloak, carrying a suitcase, with the " The Sun Brooch " worn inside his clothes, and a black iron boxing glove tucked into his hand. He was sweating profusely as he walked along the dock road, feeling as if he were armed to the teeth and much stronger than before.
Once outside the dock, Danitz glanced around and flagged down a carriage.
The driver looked at him and uttered a series of words:
"%#@amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp;*(..."
What is he saying...? Danitz stared blankly at the other person, and after several seconds of stunned silence, he remembered something:
I don't understand the local Dutanese at all!
When he came to West Balam before, he didn't need to worry about whether he could understand anything because the captain, a linguistics expert, was leading the group.
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