On the rough sea, inside an old, dark sailboat.
Alger Wilson was standing at the window, thinking about what he should pay attention to when he returned to Pasu Island to report on his work, when the endless gray fog and a figure towering above everything appeared before him.
He immediately saw a crimson light and a blurry figure that looked like the "world", and heard the other party's calm and indifferent words in his ears.
After listening carefully, Alger's eyes widened little by little. He felt uncontrollable joy in his heart, but also a strong sense of surprise and astonishment.
He remembered clearly that at the last Tarot Meeting, "The World" only promised to help "The Sun" get the "Notary" potion formula within three days, and did not mention anything related to "Ocean Singer". As a result, only a few days later, this gentleman got the rarely circulated Sequence 5 formula, and also obtained the main ingredients!
“What on earth did he do?” Alger muttered to himself. He couldn’t help but recall Gehrman Sparrow’s cold and hard look. He felt more and more that he couldn’t see through him.
Is this the benefit of being a Favored One? Well, I just received news yesterday that Gehrman Sparrow boarded the Future in Nass last week. On the one hand, this shows that the Admiral of the Stars is indeed a Hermit. On the other hand, does it also mean that what the World did last week was very important, such as entering the dangerous sea in the east and getting something, so it had to seek the help of the Hermit? He was promoted because of this and became a Sequence 5 strongman?
This could explain why he got the formula and main ingredients of the "Ocean Singer" potion in just a few days... But what did he do? Did he kill a quasi-high-ranking member of the church? Alger couldn't help but frown.
He quickly calmed down and shifted his focus to other things:
Although getting the formula and main materials at once did make him extremely happy and excited, and he sincerely felt that becoming a member of the "Tarot Club" was a turning point in his life, he also had to pay a sufficient price accordingly!
"What can I give to the 'world'..." Alger fell into deep thought, and sadly found that he had no items or money of equivalent value.
He paced back and forth subconsciously, turning around the window again and again.
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Above the gray fog, the busy "world" disappeared, and Klein turned his gaze to the "Travels of Groselle" that he had just brought into the gray fog.
This book bound with brown parchment was quietly placed at the top of the long bronze table. There was nothing special about it. It was so ordinary that only people who liked to study history would pay attention to it.
Klein materialized a pen and paper and carefully wrote down the first divination statement:
“That’s the uniqueness of the ‘audience’ approach.”
This was what he was most worried about, because it meant that he couldn't seal the "travel notes" in the gray fog. It might bring unexpected accidents. If he carried it with him, Klein might be sucked into the book again at any time, which would be very troublesome.
After taking out the pendulum from his left wrist cuff, Klein calmed himself down and tried divination.
When he opened his eyes, the citrine pendant was spinning counterclockwise.
This means negation.
"It seems that this strange book is not the only one in the Audience Path. Then I don't have to be too scared..." Klein thought for a few seconds and tried to divine whether "Groselle's Travels" was an item corresponding to Sequence 1 or Sequence 2 of the Audience Path. Unexpectedly, he failed.
Hmm... He pondered for a long time, then wrote down a new divination statement:
“Its origin.”
The reason why Klein dared to do such a divination was because he knew very well that Sequence 0 of the "audience" path had long since fallen, and its uniqueness was most likely in the hands of the "Twilight Hermit Order". At present, the possibility of having a corresponding true god was almost negligible.
Putting down the pen and holding the paper and book, Klein leaned back in his chair, muttering some words and meditating as he entered a dream.
The gray sky and earth suddenly split apart, and the sky became extremely dim, as if a strong wind was blowing the dark clouds around.
In such a dim environment, a spot of light first appeared on the horizon, then grew larger and clearer.
It's a floating continent!
A continent that can accommodate several normal cities!
The outer periphery of this continent is grayish white, with huge rocks showing their outlines. Above this, there are magnificent stone pillars dozens or hundreds of meters high. They either stand alone or support towering and ancient palaces.
Giant dragons, some gray, some red, some made of brass, and some made of ice crystals, were flying over this continent and this alien city. Sometimes they would land on top of a stone pillar to rest, looking down at the world, and sometimes they would enter a tall and magnificent palace and disappear from Klein's sight.
Among them, the smallest one is as long as the "King of the North" Jurisian, and the largest one reaches a hundred meters.
The scene quickly zoomed in, and a palace that was probably over two hundred meters high began to occupy Klein's field of vision.
Inside it, stone pillars stood, supporting the dome, and the space was large enough for any dragon to move freely here.
The "lens" continued to move inward, and Klein soon saw a book bound with yellow-brown parchment. It had a blank cover and was floating in the air. Compared to the surrounding environment, it was incredibly small.
A huge shadow appeared behind the book.
As soon as the outline of the shadow was drawn, Klein's thoughts and ideas instantly exploded!
His eyeballs spurted out with blood, leaving only two black holes where his ears should be. From his mouth and nostrils, a milky white substance stained with bright red was constantly pouring out.
The mysterious space above the gray fog shook gently, smoothing out everything. Klein quickly returned to normal, rubbing his head with a grin:
“It hurts! It hurts so much!
"This is no worse than the Eternal Blazing Sun. I didn't even see its appearance clearly, and failed to gain any knowledge...
"He must be the 'Dragon of Imagination' Angerwede, right? According to the information from Little 'Sun', he had fallen at the end of the Second Era. I saw him for a few epochs, two or three thousand years, and he has become so miserable. If it weren't for the isolation and help of the gray fog, he would have died on the spot... Isn't this mark too strong?
"It's impossible to make a specific comparison, because the damage is not as great as that of 'Eternal Blazing Sun', but one has long been dead, and the other is still alive. This makes us have to suspect that the ancient god is stronger than the current true god..."
After taking nearly a minute to recover from the pain, Klein turned his gaze back to Groselle's Travels. He tapped his fingers on the edge of the mottled long table and muttered to himself:
"The 'author' of this book is 'Dragon of Imagination' Angerwede?
"A storybook written by an ancient god that can automatically interpret the ending?
"What is his purpose? When this book was formed, the 'Dragon of Imagination' should not have encountered the ancient sun god, and nothing had happened. After all, it must have taken a long time for the book to spread from the 'City of Miracles' Liveseyd to the 'Giant King's Court', and before Groselle was swallowed by the book, the Giant King was obviously still alive.
"A pure prank? A toy to kill time? Or, the ancient god, 'Dragon of Imagination', foresaw a certain future and created this book specifically to leave a way for himself or the dragon clan to recover. However, because he misjudged the power and terror of the ancient sun god, he fell completely, so that this book has not been able to play a role for thousands of years, and it has only naturally absorbed characters and interpreted the story?"
Klein made some guesses, but could not get any further confirmation. He could only consider finding an opportunity to enter the book later and collect clues bit by bit.
“After that, you can enter the gray fog in the form of a spirit body. If you encounter an accident, you can return immediately... Well, try again after you separate from Edwina, Anderson and the others. You must be careful and cautious enough..." Klein nodded and tried to divine whether "Groselle's Travels" would bring bad changes to this mysterious space above the gray fog, but failed again.
As for the reason, he actually understood it a little bit, which was that the essence of this place was higher than the spiritual world, and things related to this place naturally could not be revealed from the spiritual world through divination.
After deciding to frequently visit the gray fog in the next few days to prevent any accidents, Klein threw Groselle's Travels into the pile of debris and waved his hand to summon a partially flattened golden wine glass.
This wine glass had intricate and delicate patterns, and was engraved with the two Elvish words "Scourge, Cosinamu", but there was nothing special about it.
Holding it, Klein rubbed it quietly for a few seconds.
…………
Boom boom boom!
Klein knocked politely on the door of the captain's cabin.
"Is there anything wrong?" Edwina, who had let her hair down, looked at German Sparrow outside and asked.
Klein handed over the Elf Queen's golden wine cup and said:
"Put it in Siatas's grave."
"...Okay." Edwina was silent for two seconds, then nodded and took it.
She habitually studied the inscriptions and symbols on the golden wine glass, then withdrew her gaze embarrassedly, tilted her head to look out the window and said:
"They're going to have a bonfire party, are you going to join us?"
“No.” Klein shook his head.
"I understand. I won't attend either. Not everyone is like Anderson, who can quickly get rid of their depressed mood." Edwina pursed her lips and said.
In fact, this might not be a bad thing... Klein didn't know how to respond for a moment, and Edwina wasn't good at communicating except for "teaching", so the two of them looked at each other in silence.
Ten seconds later, Klein took a breath and broke the silence:
"Are you still selling the key that originated from the giant?"
"For sale." Edwina thought for a moment, glanced in the direction of the collection room, and added, "I can lend it to you for research first, and you can decide whether to buy it before leaving the ship."
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