Backlund, East District, 7 Pinster Street.

After a busy day, Leonard finally had the opportunity to ask his own questions:

"Old man, what is 'Source Castle'?"

The slightly old voice in his mind was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Hey":

"The place where you gather every Monday is most likely Sefirah Castle."

"..." Leonard had never expected to hear such an answer. His mind went blank for a moment. He was surprised, shocked, and mixed with other complex emotions such as "it turns out there must be a reason for this. So this is how it is."

After a while, he asked in a low and hasty voice:

"What exactly is 'Source Castle'?"

Pales Zoroast sighed and laughed at himself:

“I’m not really sure, I’ve only heard some rumors.

"That's not quite the same as the creation myth you know. According to rumors, the original creator left behind nine different things. Some of them are countries, some are cities, some are rivers, some are oceans, and some are keys. 'Source Castle' is one of them.

“It may not actually be a castle, but something else. You may know what it looks like better than I do.

“The reason why I am sure it exists is because when I was promoted to an angel, I sensed it, but I couldn’t see it or establish a connection with it.

"My great-grandfather once speculated that the nine things might be related to the 'source substance' recorded on the second 'blasphemous stone tablet'. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, he was only able to see a limited amount of content at that time and was unable to decipher the part related to the 'source substance'."

Leonard calmed down a lot, leaned back on the sofa, and asked thoughtfully:

"Old man, do you suspect that Mr. Fool is the incarnation of the Source?"

Based on what he had seen and heard at the Tarot Club and what old man Pales occasionally told him, he already had some understanding of some things about the divine hierarchy.

Pales Zoroast was silent for a long time before responding:

"Maybe……"

…………

On nights when the curfew was strictly enforced, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Backlund. Occasionally, a carriage passed by, and the passengers were all people of sufficient status.

After Klein arrived at the agreed house, he did not rush in. He half-closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and made a virtual grab in front of him, pulling out another Sherlock Moriarty who was wearing a black double-breasted tweed coat, a half-high silk hat, and a gold-studded cane.

This is him when he just went out, an image captured in the cracks of history.

Because Klein himself was right in front of him, the image was stiff and rigid, like a prop on a stage.

Based on several previous experiments, Klein knew that this was the "unique principle of time and consciousness" in mysticism. In other words, at the same point in time, everyone's essence is unique. If the original body can think, the projection cannot.

The same thing happened after the historical pore images of the dead were summoned. Klein suspected that it was because of his current insufficient level. In short, the projections of others could only do relatively mechanical questions and answers and relatively instinctive battles. Even if they had experienced it personally, they could not give corresponding answers to things that the "ancient scholars" did not understand.

This confirmed Klein's guess, that is, the fragments that the "ancient scholars" could see in the fog of history were all things they had understood and studied in reality. Simply put, the fog needed to be lit up piece by piece by the "ancient scholars" themselves.

Of course, Klein also suspected that if most of the historical fragments of the same event had been illuminated, the rest would most likely appear naturally.

“At least the corresponding abilities won’t be lost just because I don’t understand them enough. As long as there is an image in the historical pores, the state at that moment will be fully recorded… This is enough…” Klein glanced at the historical projection that could only act on instinct. His body suddenly disappeared and entered the gray-white mist.

Since the Hound of Fulgrim, who is not yet a complete "Ancient Scholar", can live in the gaps in history, there is no reason why the real "Ancient Scholar" cannot do so. The only problem is that there is a time limit. In addition, if time goes on for too long, the puppet in the real world will definitely die. However, this is just a different form of accompanying the "Ancient Scholar".

As Klein's body entered the light spot in the gray-white mist, his consciousness suddenly came alive in the historical projection.

Raising his hand and pressing the hat on his head, Klein, who looked like Sherlock Moriarty, came to the outside of the house. As agreed, he took out the "master key" and put it against the door, turning it gently.

His figure appeared directly in the house, and he quickly looked around in the crimson moonlight.

The sofas, cabinets, high-back chairs, coffee tables and other furniture here are obviously quite old, and seem to be from the last hundred years, and appear quite old.

In the gloomy environment, Sharon, wearing a Gothic court dress and a small soft hat of the same color, suddenly appeared on a high-back chair.

"Good evening." The "puppet" lady nodded slightly and greeted.

If she didn't speak, she would be the most standard and exquisite doll.

At the same time, Maric in a white shirt and black vest was also outlined on the sofa.

...Sir, it's winter now. Aren't you cold wearing this? Yes, you are the "dead". The "dead" are not afraid of the cold... Klein complained in his heart, took off his hat, and bowed to Sharon, who had light blond hair, blue eyes, and a pale face:

"Good evening, Miss Sharon."

He then half turned around and said to Maric:

"Good evening."

Klein's deepest impression of this former "zombie" and current "ghost" was that he actually played cards with the zombies he controlled.

Let’s play cards together later… He sighed silently.

The reason why he suddenly thought of playing cards was because when Klein analyzed the fighting style of the "Ancient Scholar" before, he found that if he encountered Zaratul, both parties would most likely "play cards on the spot":

If you play "Rossel the Archon", I'll play "Rossel the Great", if you play "Bernadette", I'll play "Bonois", if you play "Half the Fool", I'll play "Amon"...

I never thought that the battle of the "Fortune Tellers" would really turn into a "card game" one day, a realistic, extremely dangerous "card game"... Sigh, but Zaratul is a Sequence 1 angel, and he won't give me the chance to "play cards" at all. Moreover, when I summoned those big figures in the historical pore images, the success rate was relatively low... Klein retracted his gaze and took the initiative to say to Sharon:

"I need to do something recently. It's quite difficult and dangerous. One of the steps is to collect blood of twenty-two different types of Beyonders from different sources. As for the 'Grievous Soul' source, the only people I can think of who can help you are you and Maric. You should be good at curses and have a way to eliminate the connection between the blood and yourself."

In fact, he could try to summon Admiral of Blood Senior on the spot and mix his blood into the ceramic jar, but Klein didn’t know whether it would be effective, and he couldn’t “divine” it. After all, this involved a high level beyond Sequence 1, and there was a lack of sufficient information. The only thing he could be sure of was that drawing that symbol would not bring any danger to himself or the provider.

Since the "Ancient Scholar" can do so many things, Klein had even tried to summon the former "Witch" Triss before, easily subdued her, and smeared her blood on "Groselle's Travels".

However, this did not work.

After thinking about it, Klein believed that there was a logical contradiction in the timeline, so he could not succeed - the blood was "extra" provided by the past Triss. The person pulled in "Groselle's Travels" must be the past Triss, which would be equivalent to changing history.

But history cannot be changed, so the experiment failed.

Sharon listened quietly to Sherlock Moriarty's request and said without any change in expression:

"good.

"How much?"

Miss Sharon's reaction was the same as I expected... Klein took out a thin glass tube:

"That's enough."

Sharon, who was wearing a Gothic court dress, raised her right hand slightly, and the glass tube seemed to have its own life. It took the initiative to break away from Klein's palm and flew over.

Then, the doll-like lady's right hand dropped to her left wrist, and her nails suddenly grew long and became extremely sharp.

She just scratched it lightly, and a wound appeared on her wrist. Bright red blood flowed out, but instead of dripping down, it floated up and fell into the glass tube.

When the container was full, Sharon's wound healed instantly, and no trace of it could be seen. The stopper suddenly jumped to the mouth of the tube, rotated a few times, and closed itself.

During this process, Sharon, whose face was not as pale as before, did not show any change in expression, as if she had suppressed all her feelings deep in her heart.

After looking at the tube of blood in her hand, Sharon stretched out her left palm, touched it, and slowly slid it from top to bottom.

This is to eliminate the connection between the blood and the body.

After doing all this, the tube of blood leaped and flew back into Klein's hand.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Sharon said calmly, sitting upright in a high-back chair.

“Not for now, thank you.” Klein shook his head and snapped his fingers, causing a ball of red flame to ignite in his palm.

The flame rose rapidly and enveloped the glass tube.

When the red color faded, the tube of blood was gone.

This is a new variation of "Flame Jump", which allows you to transfer items on your body to the secret doll or the main body.

In addition to this, Klein's previous extraordinary abilities have also been improved and changed accordingly.

With his abilities fully mastered, he looked at Sharon opposite him again and asked casually:

"How's your 'Puppet' potion going?"

When he first met Miss Sharon, he felt that she was like a puppet. He thought that whether it was her nature or the result of her strict adherence to the principle of moderation, it was a kind of advance acting, which would definitely help him digest the "puppet" potion.

"Not bad." Sharon replied calmly, "In another one to two years, I should be able to digest it all."

One to two years... As expected, even if it's faster, it will take years. For me, it's been less than half a year... This is not something to be proud of. It was arranged clearly... Of course, if you count the time I was hanging on the light gate, it will take thousands of years... "Miracle Master"... If I can escape this fate, maybe it can be considered a "miracle"... Klein sighed a few times in his heart and nodded slightly:

"What are your recent plans?"

Sharon says:

"I hope to restore the teacher's physical integrity."

Maric on the sofa then added:

"But didn't you say that Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, is in Backlund and has close ties with the Rose School?"

“Yes.” Klein smiled and said, “Be patient and wait. There will always be a chance.”

This was actually a kind of comfort to him. Even though he had become an "ancient scholar" and could find many helpers, he currently had no intention of dealing with Zaratul - a complete Sequence 1 was absolutely terrifying beyond imagination!

Moreover, the further he went down the path of "Fortune Teller", the more Klein could appreciate how terrifying and difficult it was to kill Zaratul.

After stopping George III from becoming a god, Klein planned to leave Backlund directly to give himself more time to grow.

PS: Ask for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Monday~