Chapter 644 Some Advice
"Mr. Will Auceptin, um, or Ms.?"
Angel didn't dare to get too close, and asked cautiously from a distance.
"Just call me by my name. After all, you are my savior."
A clear voice came, younger than any child's voice Angel had ever heard.
After all, no unborn fetus has ever been seen to speak... She complained in her heart, and once again confirmed that the encounter with the Allens during the battle with Ms. D that day was most likely the design of Will Auceptin, the "Snake of Fate", or at least the result of His indulgence.
"So, you specifically said that in front of my mother in order to get me to provide some kind of 'luck' for your trip to Trier?"
Although he used a question, Will Auceptin in his infant state seemed very sure of his guess.
"I just wanted to ask for some advice."
No amount of respect could be shown to a Sequence 1, even one who hadn't been born yet.
"My advice is not to go," the clear voice sneered and replied, "Of course, I see your inevitability in Trier. If that's the case, don't go too deep. Some of the stubborn problems there are from the Fourth Epoch. It's not just the Mirror Man, but also some contamination deep underground... It's best to avoid contact until you reach Sequence 2."
Sequence 2, which is the "pollution" that only angels can touch, is similar to Arrodes' answer, but the latter cannot see the specific situation clearly. It is obvious that his status is not as good as this "Snake of Fate". Although Will knows some details, he is unwilling to explain... Angel suddenly found that he began to dislike the sorcerer behavior of the "Fortune Teller" and "Monster" paths, but he didn't dare to show it, so he just nodded.
"Also, before you go to Trier, you can go to the church and use your true identity to seek some help."
Will Auceptin continued, and Angel heard a sucking sound, as if the baby in the shadow was eating its own fingers.
As a Sequence 1 Angel, his behavior was a little too "young." Was this a side effect of the "reboot"? Angel secretly looked away and replied:
"Thank you for your suggestion. I will go to St. Samuel's Church tomorrow."
"If you really want to thank me, throw away Ouroboros's scales and completely put an end to his thoughts."
"But I haven't even seen Him... The scales He hid in my weapon might just be from some power left on the altar."
Hearing a hint of dissatisfaction in the other person's tone, Angel hurriedly explained.
"No, that guy must have seen you and understood your uniqueness, so he would, um, use your words, make some kind of 'investment'..."
Have you seen me?
Angel was startled and subconsciously recalled every detail of his life before he was promoted to "Despair", focusing on his contact with Anderson in the ruins of the God's War and his experiences before and after the battle in the God's Forsaken Land.
Unless He, like Adam, could hide beside me using some kind of "psychological invisibility" method, there is no way I wouldn't have noticed... Oh, Adam!
"Also, I have another question about..."
"Wow--"
Before Angel could finish her words, Will Auceptin in the stroller burst into tears. The sharp, almost shouting cry lingered in the circular room, bounced off the walls and was amplified, blocking the rest of her words back into her stomach.
This sudden change almost made Angel forget what she was going to say. It took her a moment to realize that Will, the "Snake of Fate", interrupted her like this, perhaps because even in a dream, saying Adam's name or some of his aliases would attract the attention of this existence.
The "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros was once a colleague of the "Angel of Dreams" Adam!
Although it was unclear whether the two Angel Kings were still in contact in the Fifth Epoch, these risks were unnecessary for Will Auceptin, who had just undergone a "reboot" and was still in a weak period and needed to avoid Ouroboros.
"Sorry," she immediately changed the subject. "I just wanted to ask, what is so special about me that I've received so much 'investment', whether I know it or not?"
She had also asked this question to Arrodes, who responded with "Doomsday," hinting at a certain sequence in her future.
How would this Sequence 1 angel respond?
The sharp crying stopped abruptly. Will sniffed and replied vaguely:
"Just like the first answer, it's best if you don't know these things before you become an angel... When you reach that stage, someone will naturally answer them for you, or even rush to answer them. I have a feeling that this moment is not far away."
But it would probably take me decades just to digest "despair" and complete the ritual of "immortality"... Angel was about to refute, but suddenly realized that this angel with the power of "fate" could not have failed to think of this. The only reason He answered this way was:
Her journey to becoming an "Immortal" witch, or even a Sequence 2 "Disaster" witch, was not as far as she had imagined!
Black Cat Wensa also once said that the "ritual" is not necessary for promotion. Is it... No, although the ritual is not necessary, the power it represents to resist the remaining will of the potion is necessary... Angel's thoughts were a little confused for a moment, and he had to hide this question deep in his mind and continued:
"Thank you for your advice and help. If I still have some questions, can I continue to contact you in a similar way?"
She meant to go directly to Will's mother, Ms. Velma Gladys.
The sound of finger sucking came from the stroller again, as if the angel was struggling over whether to agree to her request.
"If you're in Backlund, you can come visit my parents at their house. Remember to bring some ice cream, but not something too sweet... If you're somewhere else, you're on your own. After all, I'm just an unborn baby."
Leaving behind these words, the unattended black stroller backed into the shadows of the room and disappeared without a trace.
"Thanks."
Angel bowed to Shadow and thanked him sincerely.
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On the same night, in a house in Cherwood.
Hugh Dilcha gently opened the door and entered the dark living room. She did not turn on the gas lamp, but based on her familiarity with the environment, she easily walked around the tables, chairs and sofas and came to the bedroom door of Fors Wall, who lived with her.
Seeing a ray of light coming through the crack in the door, she confirmed that her friend was still awake, breathed a sigh of relief, and knocked on the door.
A moment later, Fors, wearing a loose nightgown and squinting her eyes, opened the door.
"Xiu, you're back so late?" She first pointed out his unhealthy lifestyle, habitually ignoring her own late nights, and then continued, "You looking for me? I happen to have something to talk to you about, come in and talk."
After closing his mouth, Xio entered Fors's bedroom and sat down on the sofa where some reference books, a shawl, and a coat were scattered around. He almost buried himself in the clutter.
"You go first."
After they sat down, Quinn looked at his friend and suggested.
The latter did not refuse and said directly:
"I'm leaving Backlund next week and going somewhere else... Specifically, Trier in Intis. A publishing house there contacted me a while ago, wanting to be the agent for publishing several best-selling novels. After several telegram exchanges, we've finally entered the substantive negotiation stage."
"Trier, so far?"
Quinn asked subconsciously.
"We'll take the steam train through Feynaport, around the central plateau, and arrive in Trier in about two and a half days. They'll cover all travel expenses, and considering I'm a single woman, they'll even let me bring a friend. So, are you interested in a trip to an exotic country?"
Fors narrowed her eyes and asked her friend.
Reimbursement. Hearing this word from someone other than the one with the golden mask always felt strange... Xio's mind was in a trance for a moment, and he quickly shook his head.
"No, I have other tasks. I need to monitor a certain target. The reward is very generous. Maybe in a few months I can exchange it for the potion formula of 'Interrogator'."
Moreover, that target, Viscount Stratford, might know the real reason why my father was accused of participating in the rebellion and sentenced to death... She did not say this out loud, lest Fors cancel his future trip out of worry about her and give up the lucrative royalties.
"Then I'll have to go alone. Hmm, maybe I can sell this spot. After all, the fare is worth about 10 pounds... By the way, did you ask me something just now?"
After muttering to herself for a few words, Fors asked again.
"I just want to warn you not to stay up late, don't smoke, don't drink..."
Xio answered perfunctorily, pointing to the empty wine bottles and ashtrays on the coffee table in the corner of the bedroom, expressing his dissatisfaction with his friend's unhealthy lifestyle.
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The next morning, Angel, disguised as a "hypocrisy" ring, came to St. Samuel's Church in the North District alone and followed the believers attending the mass into the large prayer hall.
She first found a corner and sat for a while. Seeing that most believers had entered the state, she quietly came to the confessional on the side and pushed the door open to enter.
In an independent and spacious room, the confessor and the listener are located at both ends, separated by a wooden partition in the middle, with only a palm-wide strip opening to provide the confessor with sufficient privacy protection.
Sitting on the chair, the bishop on duty opposite Angel asked in a low voice:
“What do you want to say?
"The goddess watches over every believer."
Angel didn't bother with any politeness. He took off the "Secret Holy Emblem" on his wrist, passed it to him through the gap in the wooden board, and said:
"I would like to see the Archbishop, His Excellency Saint Anthony."
His fingers loosened and the holy emblem was taken away. Then there was no response from the other party. Angel could confirm through his perception that the other party was still in the compartment, but there was no other movement. It seemed that he was just looking at the holy emblem quietly.
After a moment, a low voice came:
"In the passage behind the large prayer hall, go downstairs and turn left. There is a secret door."
Then, the holy emblem was handed out by a rough but very strong hand.
Secret door, and then...
Angel muttered, took the holy emblem and put it back on, thanked him, and left the confessional.
The believers in the prayer hall were still listening to the sermon with their heads bowed. The presiding Bishop Elektra glanced over here casually, and then his eyes returned to the "Apocalypse of the Night" in his hand. The assisting priests did not even raise their heads.
Seeing this, Angel quickly came to the back of the prayer hall, entered a hidden passage, went down the long stone steps, then turned left and came to an open iron door.
No wonder the bishop didn't say what to do next...
Angel sighed in his heart as he looked at Archbishop Anthony Stevenson, who was standing at the door, wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, with a clean-shaven beard and deep eyes.
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