Chapter 562 The Magical World in the Book
"'The World' submitted an application before the Tarot Club began. You can ask him."
Klein answered in a calm tone, then completely concealed himself with thick gray fog. He switched to the perspective of the "world," cleared his throat, and said:
"I requested Mr. Fool to let us stay after the meeting to explore Groselle's Travels."
As he spoke, the parchment book with a dark brown cover and two small glass bottles appeared in front of him.
The bottle contained dark red blood.
That was the blood I gave him yesterday. It belongs to me... Angel narrowed his eyes and carefully observed Klein's movements. Suddenly, he turned towards the Fool and spoke:
"Mr. Fool, could you please move me to Mr. World's side?"
"A small matter."
Mr. Fool seemed to be in a good mood today. He not only agreed to Klein's request, but also responded to Angel's every request. He gently waved his arm behind the gray mist. Angel felt his eyes blur before he sat at the end of the long bronze table, to the right of "The World" Klein.
It corresponds exactly to her original relative position with the Fool.
"thank you."
Angel first expressed his gratitude to the Fool, then looked at Klein and asked in a low voice:
"Why not try it in reality? Wouldn't it be dangerous to enter Groselle's Travels in spirit form?"
She participated in the Tarot Club just like usual, only her spirit body came into the gray fog, and all the magical items on her body did not materialize, and her combat effectiveness decreased a lot.
"On the contrary, I think it's safer to enter the travelogue in this state." Klein simply took off his hood, revealing Gehrman's face underneath. He fiddled with the glass bottle in his hand as he spoke, "If we can't find an exit in the travelogue, we can pray to Mr. Fool and ask him to pull us back here. If we enter in our physical bodies, there's a risk of being unable to leave."
Judging from his familiar actions, he must have made similar attempts before, or perhaps conducted detailed divination... Angel waited quietly until he put on "Creeping Hunger" and put "Death Knell" in his arms, then he showed surprise.
"Why did you bring all the magical items here..."
"It's better to be prepared."
The magical item seemed to have brought Klein back to his "crazy adventurer" ways. He answered succinctly, poured out a third of Angel's blood, dripped it onto the cover of Groselle's Travels, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Are you ready?"
"Prepare……"
Before Angel could finish his words, the familiar snowfield appeared before his eyes.
call--
A mild gust of cold wind blew by, instantly waking Angel up. She looked around and quickly confirmed that this was the place where she and Groselle and his group had defeated the "King of the North," Jurisian. The cave they had used for hiding was now buried under rubble and covered with a light layer of snow. The place where Jurisian's head betrayed his body in his "suicide" still stood with a huge double door.
"That should be the 'exit' of this world. If my guess is correct, I can just push it open and leave Groselle's Travels..."
After confirming this, Angel finally felt relieved. At least she could choose to leave the world in the book when the time was right, so as not to be trapped in it and be forgotten by the outside world for thousands of years like Groselle and Siatas.
The sound of wheels rolling over the ground was heard, and in Angel's sight, a carriage came from behind the towering door and went straight through the double doors, as if it was just an invisible illusion.
The carriage moved along the road and came to the other side of Angel's position. A stone wall over fifteen meters high stretched horizontally to both ends, with no end in sight in the snow and fog.
The carriage soon arrived at the city gate, and two soldiers began to carefully inspect the cargo on the carriage.
"Is the door illusory, or are these people unable to see or touch it?"
Angel muttered, carefully observing the soldiers at the city gate. He found that they were wearing leather armor and holding spears. They looked like soldiers from the Northern Continent before the Industrial Revolution.
Not only them, but also the passers-by entering and exiting the city gate, and the houses with pointed roofs behind the city wall, all have a similar style.
"It looks like a city from hundreds of years ago, doesn't it?"
Klein, who had appeared out of nowhere beside Angel, spoke in a relaxed tone.
He was wearing the same tan coat and dark trousers as the passersby, without a top hat, and apart from his gold-rimmed glasses, he looked almost identical to Hermann.
"Just a little illusion."
Noticing Angel's gaze, Klein chuckled and pointed at her. The former's somewhat conspicuous Rorsted-style long dress was transformed into a linen dress. Then the two of them blended into the crowd entering the city and walked towards the city gate.
But she didn't carry the "Hypocrisy" ring, so her appearance was still outstanding. When she arrived at the city gate, she had already attracted the attention of the gatekeeper. Two young soldiers surrounded her, almost ignoring Klein, saluted Angel, and asked about the reason for entering the city.
Even in a fantasy world, appearance is still an important asset... Klein watched quietly from the side as Angel used his "persuasion" ability to dismiss the soldiers with a few words, exempting them from the city entry tax.
She even swindled, uh, "borrowed" a few local coins... Klein muttered as he followed Angel and easily entered the city gate, taking in the city in the book.
"The Loen style is probably a popular clothing style from two hundred years ago... If I'm not mistaken, it's related to Longzel, who was the last to enter Groselle's Travels."
As a top student in the history department, he quickly recognized the age of the building and clothing, and whispered to Angel beside him.
At the same time, he tried to use his clairvoyance to look at passersby, and was surprised to find that all of them had spiritual threads, and could even be controlled by him and become secret puppets.
"It doesn't look like the world in the book at all. I can even smell the aroma of freshly baked bread..."
Angel was also immersed in this city with a peaceful atmosphere and a slow pace of life, looking around curiously.
Suddenly, her eyes stopped at one place.
It was a building similar in style to the taverns found throughout Loen, especially in coastal cities. A man wearing a black pointed hat and an asymmetrical coat looked around for a moment, then pushed open the door and quickly slipped in.
"Mobet Zoroaster."
Angel read out the name of the "Dream Thief" with whom he had only been together for less than an hour, and recalled the tragic moment when he and the "Elf Singer" Siatas died in each other's arms and turned into bones.
Unexpectedly, Mobet, who had died in the outside world, appeared again in "Groselle's Travels".
Are they the same person, or are they false characters "created" in the book using the marks they left over a long period of time?
"Are you going to see him?"
Klein asked softly, his gaze fixed on the other side of the street. There stood a massive stone building that looked four stories high, but was actually only two. A four-meter-tall giant walked out of the doorway.
That was Groselle, with gray-blue skin and a single vertical eye!
When they entered Groselle's Travels, time in the outside world flowed at a normal speed, and the time relationship between Mr. Fool's gray fog space and reality was the same. Therefore, the two had to hurry to explore this illusory world. After a brief discussion, they decided that one of them would use the Beyonder characteristic of "Nightmare" to meet Groselle, while the other would first "reminisce" with Mobet.
Seeing Klein striding towards the depths of the alley, Angel also pushed open the door and entered the tavern.
There weren't many drinkers inside at this time. Most of them were sitting in the corner, chatting with each other. Mobet, who was alone, was sitting near the bar, with a glass of clear distilled liquor in front of him, drinking it sip by sip.
His eyes swept over the familiar guests in the tavern and suddenly locked onto Angel who had just walked in. There was undisguised amazement in his eyes, which was then replaced by panic, and finally he actually looked away on his own initiative.
That was a strange gaze... Angel sighed softly, took the initiative to walk forward, used the local currency Riddle asked from the soldiers at the city gate to buy a glass of unknown liquor from the bartender, and sat opposite Mobet.
"Hello, Mr. Mobet."
She took the initiative to test the other party.
"Do you know me?"
Mobet raised his eyebrows and refocused his gaze on Angel's unconcealed stunning appearance. Every guest in the tavern made the same move. Fortunately, the city was in good order, so they just admired silently and did not do anything out of line.
"I know Siatas."
Angel answered, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart. Although they had only been together for a short time, the hot-tempered elf still left a deep impression in Angel's mind.
"So you're her friend... Haha, if I had met you before I met her, I would have pursued you madly." Mobet said with a chuckle, but his voice was very low, as if he was worried about being heard by someone.
It seems they were already married in Groselle's Travels. That's fine, though. At least they had a happy ending in the book, rather than just turning into dry bones... And he was surprisingly devoted, even daring not to admire beautiful women in the tavern...
Angel looked away, trying to avoid being seen by Mobet. She raised her glass and took a sip of an unknown strong liquor. She almost choked on the strong and stimulating taste. After recovering, she continued to ask:
"I have a few questions for you."
After calming down, she put away her sympathy and sadness, turned to the main topic, and even used her ability of "instigation".
She didn't believe that the Mobet in front of her really had the strength of a Sequence 5 "Dream Stealer" and could resist her ability. After all, that Beyonder characteristic was now in Anderson's hands.
Moreover, even if the other party truly possessed Sequence 5, Angel was confident that he could steer the conversation in the direction he desired.
"Go ahead. I also want to talk to Siatas's friends."
The Viscount from the Fourth Epoch replied with a smile, downing the strong liquor in his hand in one gulp. A hint of confusion entered his eyes, and he tapped the bartender to refill his glass.
After the bartender left, Angel continued:
"Do you know the 'Tamara' family from the Fourth Epoch?"
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