Chapter 680 Misty Town
"...On Monday morning, I transformed into the inner guardian as planned. With the help of the 'wraith' Senor, who was corrupted by the power of the night, I tricked the core seal of the Chanis Gate and entered the second floor where the notes were stored. I successfully read the Antigonus family notes, which had no additional sealing measures.
"But just as I was about to take the notes and use the teleportation to leave, the angel of the Goddess Church who saved my life during the great smog and wiped out Mr. A of the Aurora Society appeared. She was a hooded lady with a beautiful face but an expressionless expression."
Klein, dressed in casual clothes and in a relaxed posture, sat at the coffee table by the balcony and slowly recounted the thrilling moment he infiltrated Chanis Gate three days ago.
Of course, based on the clues he deliberately left behind, the church should have already pointed its suspicions at the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, who roamed the sea, whose true identity was unknown and who acted without scruples, rather than the current Dwayne Dantès. Otherwise, he would not have dared to talk here and would have packed up his belongings and fled overnight.
"He also killed the culprit of the great smog, 'Lady of Despair' Panatia... It seems this angel is the Church's garrison in Backlund. Well, the patron angel, at least that's what they call him in Intis, just like the one I met, Bonois Gustav, the second son of Emperor Roselle."
Angel sat across from Klein, her right leg resting on her left knee, letting her soft silk nightgown slide down to her thighs. However, she didn't care about this ambiguous posture at all, but spoke with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Bonois... I never thought that the emperor's two children would become prominent figures in the world of mysticism. I wonder how the eldest son, Charles, is doing now. Has he also become an angel, or has he been lost in the long river of history..."
Klein marveled at the identity of this descendant of a time traveler, but his eyes couldn't help but glance across the coffee table. Thanks to Dwayne Dantès's height, he could easily see over the coffee table to the other side, and he felt his heartbeat quicken a little.
Even though he knew she hadn't intentionally used her Beyonder abilities, he was completely unable to resist the charm of a high-sequence "witch"... no, a witch...
Thinking about how he had been "hidden" by the mysterious angel and met another witch after entering the foggy town, the memories that Klein had deliberately forgotten surfaced in his mind again.
"Speaking of that Panatia...I saw her after entering the Chanis Gate."
He reluctantly withdrew his gaze and continued.
"After being discovered by the angel, I was immediately sent to a small town shrouded in mist. After attempting to teleport but failing, I learned that the place was almost completely isolated from the spiritual world. I could only try to enter the town and find a way to leave..."
As Klein narrated, Angel finally understood how much had happened in the hour since he had sneaked into Chanis Gate.
After entering the town that seemed to have been inhabited by countless people but was now deserted, Klein met "Ms. Despair" Panatia, who had disappeared at the end of the great smog six months ago. The latter claimed that she had lived in the town for six months after being sent by the angel and had met many people with similar experiences. Except for "Mr. A", no one had lived to the moment Klein entered.
"Mr. A? Was he sent there too?"
Angel asked back in surprise.
It seems that the enemies eliminated by the mysterious angel of the Goddess Church were actually sent to an inescapable foggy town rather than being killed directly... Of course, combined with the scene described by Klein, the vast majority of them died due to various reasons such as hunger and loss of control because they were unable to escape.
"But why has Panatia been able to survive so long? Even a Sequence 4 would become weak if they didn't eat for a long time, unable to resist their inherent tendency to lose control. They would be affected by the residual spirit in the potion and would either turn into a monster or slowly die."
She asked doubtfully.
"Because she has food, an endless supply of food..."
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and his eyes narrowed, as if he was lost in some memory he didn't want to recall.
Food? In that kind of place?
After a moment's thought, Angel understood what the other party meant, and his expression turned a little ugly.
There is no doubt that this "desperate lady" who has been trapped for half a year and gradually fell into despair, obtained food from those who were sent to the town like her.
Besides the food they might carry with them, each person possessed a large quantity of edible "meat"—themselves.
Thinking of this, even Angel, who had been considered a veteran in both lives, couldn't help but feel nauseous. She looked at Klein, who was chattering and trying to change the subject, talking about how his secret puppet, "Blood Admiral" Senior, was easily killed by the other party and had to enter the town's central church alone. She suddenly understood why he was reluctant to talk about what happened at that time.
He must have been scared too...
Angel chuckled, suddenly stood up, crossed the coffee table between the two of them, and hugged the unsuspecting Klein, pressing their bodies together.
When Klein's helpless struggle gradually stopped and he embraced her with his backhand, Angel whispered:
"Don't be afraid, Panatia is dead." She opened her lips slightly and breathed a wisp of warm air into Klein's ear. "Not every witch is so evil. At least I'm not..."
"However, although I won't eat your flesh, I might eat something else..."
She changed the subject and joked, successfully making Klein, whose expression was a little stiff, relax and even blush.
After adjusting the other person's emotions, Angel didn't give him the opportunity to improvise. Instead, he sat back in his seat and continued to listen to Klein's story.
She knew that the church in the center of the town was filled with countless spirits controlled by strings, like "corpses" of mysterious puppets; she knew that it housed a stone statue that looked exactly like the angel who had escorted Klein into the town, and that it was a descendant of the ancient god, "Destruction Wolf" Flegra; she knew about a fortune-teller named "Zaratul" who had long since died but had left some "historical images" in the church; she knew how Klein relied on the other's help and pretended to cooperate with Panatia and Mr. A to open the door deep inside the church, but was attacked by another angel who was obviously also a fortune-teller of Sequence 1.
Panatia was immediately transformed into a puppet, becoming a part of the puppet show outside the door. Mr. A was devoured by the uncontrolled 'creeping hunger' and turned into a giant mushroom monster. He eventually died after Senior's historical image disappeared. His Beyonder characteristics merged with the gloves, intensifying the effects of the 'creeping hunger'...
"And then I thought of what you said. This might all be a trial. That town was part of the 'Country of Night' destroyed by the Church. Even the one who sent me there might be a descendant of the ancient god known as 'Mother of Heaven'... So, I drew the holy emblem of the Goddess of Night in front of that door and successfully returned to the real world."
It sounds so bizarre and convoluted... If I were trapped there, I probably wouldn't be able to handle everything as perfectly as Klein. Of course, I should be able to directly deal with Panatia and Mr. A who are on the verge of losing control, but I can't get past Zaratul. Maybe I need to collect blood, draw a huge "disaster" spell, and try to destroy the town directly... Angel pondered and suddenly understood why when he met Severia hiding in Trier on Monday morning, she said "Panatia is really dead". It turned out that for the previous six months, the culprit who created the smog had been trapped in the foggy town until it became Klein's "trial."
Could it be that at that time, the "Mother of Heaven" angel and the church's higher-ups had already arranged everything? But Klein was only a Sequence 7 at the time. Isn't this too much of a coincidence...
Thinking of this, Angel looked at Klein and found that he was also in deep thought while narrating, as if he had noticed this problem.
Indeed, this kind of thing was too coincidental. It was as if someone had already laid the groundwork for me. My so-called choices were actually fate... Klein's cheeks still retained Angel's body temperature, but he felt a chill in his heart.
After all, he did not tell Angel the truth about an experience he had in the foggy town because it involved his deep secret.
That was the card of blasphemy that he saw behind the door that was mistakenly opened, next to the monster that looked like countless maggots.
A "Fool" card!
The fortune teller's Sequence 0 is the Fool. I call myself the Fool in the Tarot Club. Even on my first day in this world, I drew the "Fool" card in a tarot reading at the circus. It all seemed like it was destined to happen... Klein laughed self-deprecatingly and refocused his gaze, only to find Angel giving him a concerned look. He quickly said, "I'm not going to say it anymore."
"I just thought about the giant mushroom man that Mr. A turned into... That's a mushroom variety cultivated by Frank Lee. I plan to find time to talk to Ms. Hermit and ask her to stop doing that horrific research. It's given me nightmares for several nights, and I even want to seek justice..."
His words stopped abruptly, but he was horrified to see the Witch of Despair frowning in front of him.
"Looking for Miss Justice, huh?"
A dangerous smile appeared on her lips. She lowered her raised legs and stood up from the chair again. The hem of her skirt fell, and the contrast between the black silk and her white thighs was obvious, but Klein had no time to appreciate it.
"You know, she's a 'psychiatrist'. It makes sense that the first person I think of when I have psychological problems is this Tarot Club member..."
Klein's voice grew lower as he spoke.
"Then you can tell me that it only takes me an hour to get back to Backlund from Trier."
Angel stood in front of Klein, looking down at him, and said angrily.
"But can witches also treat mental illnesses?"
After subconsciously retorting, Klein's spiritual sense suddenly issued a strong warning, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing again.
But the "widowed" "Master of Secret Dolls" had no time to react before he was tackled by the witch who had been saying "I don't eat meat" just a few minutes ago, and his chair fell to the side with a bang.
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In the next room, Sherman, who had just switched shifts with Hugh Dilcha and was looking out the window boredly while listening to the noises in the master bedroom, yawned and looked at the magic mirror beside him, which did not react at all.
"If I had Miss Irene's power, I could directly spy on the next room through the mirror and prevent any possible danger to Mr. Dantes..."
She muttered, blew a breath on the magic mirror, looked at the mist that appeared quickly and disappeared just as quickly, and sighed.
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