In the magnificent palace above the gray fog, Klein stretched out his right hand and tapped the edge of the mottled long table, muttering silently to himself:

"The five major families of the Tudor Dynasty are Amon, Abraham, Antigonus, Jacob, and Tamara... The ones who helped Alistair Tudor become the 'Blood Emperor' were the Angel Kings such as Adam, Amon, and Abraham...

“Can this be inferred that during the Tudor-Trensost United Empire, Amon and Abraham stood beside Alistair, one of the two archons?

"If that's true, Blood Emperor Alistair Tudor didn't want to change his path at first. When he secretly built the mausoleum, he should have asked one or more of Amon, Abraham, and Antigonus for help. Bethel Abraham is the Master of the Gate and masters the Apprentice path. When it comes to Teleportation, even a true God may not be able to compare to him...

"So, is it possible that the 'fixed-point teleportation' of the Tudor Ruins was arranged by Bethel Abraham?

“The probability is very high!

"Well, only a great figure like Mr. Gate can make the entrance and exit of the secret ruins reach a similar level, making it impossible for me to locate it with divination above the gray fog, and making it difficult for the angels in charge of secrets to directly infiltrate..."

As his thoughts raced, Klein became more and more inclined to believe that his guess was closer to the truth.

I wonder if Mr. "Door" left any relevant information to provide accurate positioning information or other ways to enter and exit? This is something that Miss "Magician" will have to ask her teacher...

Oh, I really hope that Miss Magician can become a "traveler" as soon as possible, so that she doesn't have to rely on writing letters to contact her teacher, and can directly "teleport" to her. Well, she can do it now, but "recording" so many "travels" will scare her teacher and arouse suspicion. It's really troublesome...

If the Abraham family had no records left behind, would I have to try to talk to Mr. Door? This would not only be troublesome, but also dangerous... Most importantly, Miss Magician had not yet reached Sequence 5, and she couldn't hear clearly every time, let alone respond to Mr. Door. I couldn't turn her into my secret doll, or descend upon her body to possess her... When Klein first pulled the Magician Fors above the gray fog, he seriously considered the issue of communicating with Mr. Door through this lady after his Sequence was upgraded. Later, the more he understood, the more afraid he became, and the more he dared not take risks.

Moreover, the level he is currently at lacks sufficiently effective and safe means.

As his thoughts fluctuated, Klein suddenly sighed softly and uttered a word:

"patience……"

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On the sea, on an island where pirates are quite active.

Fors picked up the glass and took a sip of the transparent and colorless liquid with great anticipation.

Her face wrinkled up as if she had tasted something unpalatable.

"Pah, this Lilangqi is too low quality, why are they drinking it so happily?" Fors put down the wine glass, raised his right hand, fanned his mouth, and muttered a few words, "Apart from the high alcohol content, it has no other advantages. Oh, and it's cheap!"

After drinking a sip of cold water from another cup, Fors picked up a pen and wrote on a notebook of rather poor quality:

"The pirates here only seek strong liquor and pay attention to the price. For them, getting drunk is more important than anything else.

"Three pirate friends I know told me that this port city was built by themselves. Initially, they moored their ships here, hid their harvests, and settled their families. Later, bankrupts, adventurers, and tax evaders drifted here and settled down. They reclaimed land and planted crops on the island and built houses. Later, a trading market was formed, and merchants from the sea swarmed here like sharks smelling blood."

Having written this, Fors raised his head and looked at the three pirates huddled in the corner:

"Do you have anything else to say?"

The three burly pirates trembled at the same time and said with sad faces:

"No, it's really gone."

...I have to say, it feels really good to imitate Mr. World's approach to deal with pirates... Fors sighed secretly, shook his head, retracted his gaze, and continued writing:

"The atmosphere here is very open. If women like a man, they can also make an offer. Similarly, men can like men and women can like women. According to my three pirate friends, when drifting on the sea, due to long periods of depression and boredom, some people will inevitably try taboo behaviors. In this regard, they are very honest and described their own experiences...

“In addition, they let me know something that I couldn’t believe in the past: Pirates actually believe in democracy and justice.

“This completely overturned my cognition, but if I think about it carefully, it doesn’t seem difficult to understand. At least they didn’t say they were pursuing justice.

"The three pirate friends explained that when individuals and weapons do not have absolute, overwhelming strength, the majority will definitely win over the minority on the pirate ship. In addition, it takes a lot of people to work together to steer a large ship... These factors combined have led to the pirate team being very democratic. Every once in a while, a captain is voted out or even killed by his men.

"I think if the captain has absolute power, the pirate group will definitely develop into another form."

Having written this, Fors looked out the window again. Under the azure sky and white clouds, a dense and messy market was surrounded by wooden or stone buildings. From time to time, a few children in ragged clothes could be seen jumping by.

Listening to the lively noise, Fors wrote again:

"There is absolutely no urban planning here. People build houses and expand the boundaries at random, so that many roads can only accommodate one person, and there is no sunlight at all...

"My first reaction was that if a fire broke out, the consequences would be extremely terrible. Backlund had experienced a similar tragedy before. However, my three pirate friends told me that it was not worth worrying about because it is humid and rainy here, and people with strange powers never hide anything...

“This place has not been affected by the war yet, and although it is chaotic, it gives people a sense of tranquility.

"Also, the one they feared the most was not Nast, the King of the Five Seas, or the various horror legends, but the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow. Every pirate warned each other not to drink too late, not to walk at night, and not to relieve themselves in the alleys, because that would likely lead to their disappearance. And the murderer was rumored to be that gentleman...

"Is this a kind of hunting?"

As Fors wrote, his expression gradually became solemn. He quickly pulled out another stack of papers and continued with what he had already written:

“…The nights in the hospital are always filled with a special chill, and the darkness outside the window is thicker than in other places…

"...No one knew why the lady living in the single ward asked her relatives to bring mushrooms and weeds, and no one knew where these things went in the end. In short, there were no signs of fire in the ward, and no discarded debris outside. This made several nurses suspect that the patient was secretly eating mushrooms and weeds raw..."

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Built on the mountain, it is divided into upper, middle and lower levels in the afternoon town, in the camp established by Silver City.

Derrick Berg clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth, and whispered:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After reciting it devoutly, he stood up, picked up the ancient cross covered with verdigris and with spikes, and walked towards the bonfire outside.

Because the "Darkless Cross" repels other magical items, his giant hammer called "Thor's Roar" can only be carried by Haim and Joshua for the time being.

While the Silver City exploration team was gathering, Klein, who was in Backlund, had already come above the gray fog. He picked up the "Sea God's Scepter" and used the expansion and contraction of one of the crimson stars to see the situation in Afternoon Town and expand his vision to the "Giant King's Court."

Without the help of the "Prayer Light Spot" and the "Poseidon's Scepter", Klein would not be able to observe such a large range simply through the crimson stars.

As his sight moved, a brilliant yet gloomy dusk gradually appeared in Klein's eyes.

The place shrouded by the frozen dusk is a complex of buildings with countless palaces, countless high towers and layers of majestic city walls. They are magnificent and gorgeous, like miracles that only exist in myths and legends, and have remained still in the vast time.

"Giant King's Court"!

Klein tried to zoom in, but found that he couldn't see the specific situation below the dusk.

It is indeed the kingdom of the ancient gods, and it is not the kind that has been abandoned and hidden... No wonder the angel kings chose this place as the location for their secret gatherings... I hope that the prayers of the little "Sun" after entering the "Giant King's Court" area will help me see more clearly... Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He also paid some attention to the "Shepherd" elder Lovia, and found that the lady was hiding an illusory silver full body armor.

This should be the evil spirit she was herding... For now, I haven't seen any influence from the "True Creator"... Klein exhaled slowly and waited patiently for further developments.

After a while, under the leadership of Chief Colin Iliad, Derrick Berg and other nine people in the exploration team left the Afternoon Town camp and walked towards the summit along the gray stone stairs, passing through the tall and dark buildings.

They were at least Sequence 6 Beyonders, and most of them were Warrior Path. They advanced very quickly, and after clearing out several waves of monsters, mostly Rotten Giants, they finally arrived at the area shrouded in dusk. They were shocked by the magnificent and epic-feeling buildings, and no one spoke for a while.

This was also the first time they encountered a place with no alternating lightning and "natural" lighting!

Demon Hunter Colin narrowed his eyes, took out a small metal bottle, and drank the liquid inside.

After generations of changes, they have become more adapted to the dark environment with frequent lightning, and have an instinctive fear of this situation frozen in dusk.

Both hope and fear.

After drinking the prepared potion and making the corresponding mental preparations, Colin Iliad and "Shepherd" Lovia led the members of the exploration team into the dusk light ahead.

Before Derrick could sense anything, he saw the copper-green of the "Darkless Cross" in his hand fall off, revealing a solid body made of pure light.

The light emitted by this entity was no longer bright, but had taken on the orange-red hue that is unique to dusk.

Then, Derrick felt that his condition had fallen to the bottom, as if he was at the most exhausted moment of the "day" and was ready to face the coming night.