After taking a second to confirm, Klein clasped his hands together, leaned forward and said:

"What exactly is it?"

"No, I can't say any more." Emlyn White shook his head firmly.

Fearing that he might be tested, Klein did not ask any further questions and simply analyzed the matter based on the information the vampire had just revealed:

It's related to the Fool... It can help Emlyn White solve the hidden danger... It's very risky... Combined with his previous thoughts, this seems to indicate that he intends to hold a corresponding ceremony to pray to the Fool, that is, me, to eliminate the psychological suggestion and gain the long-lost freedom... But this is no longer Emlyn's own ceremony, it comes from the order of a big shot, and with the pride of this vampire, those who are willing to respectfully address big shots are mostly strong people of the same blood clan... Why did the blood clan boss send his descendants to pray to the Fool? Are they cooperating with the Aurora Society?

Klein, full of doubt, raised his head and looked at Emlyn who was looking expectant. He chuckled in his heart:

Do you think I will answer your prayer?

He thought about it for two seconds, and instead of making a direct suggestion, he said:

"According to statistics, when praying to an unknown secret existence, thirty out of a hundred cases will not receive any response, and sixty-eight will encounter various terrible things, thus ruining their lives or making it worse than death. Only two cases may succeed and get what they want, but the price they pay may not be what they are willing to pay."

As a former keyboard warrior, Klein has always believed that when proving something or strengthening a point of view, those who only talk about individual examples and special cases without mentioning the overall sample and statistical data are all playing rogue and changing the concepts. Generally, such cases are accompanied by similar words, such as, I have a friend, a girl I know, and so-and-so around me.

Therefore, in order to convince Emlyn White, he carefully compiled some data.

Of course, this is not completely without basis. At least many of the files Klein read when he was in the Nighthawks described similar situations.

"Only two cases were successful? Something went wrong with sixty-eight cases?" Emlyn was frightened and couldn't help but raise his hand to adjust his hair.

"That's basically it. This is how dangerous what you are about to do is. If you have malicious intent, the risk is even higher than this." Klein responded sincerely.

Emlyn shook his head subconsciously:

"No, no, no ill intentions, and, and that big shot will protect me in the process."

No ill intentions? Well, even if there were any, you might not know it. You are just a cannon fodder pushed to the front... Klein raised his right palm and used gestures to strengthen his tone:

"This will reduce the risk a lot, but it will definitely not be zero. Can that big guy really fight against the hidden existence?"

"...Should not." Emlyn replied stammeringly.

“So.” Klein spread his hands.

He suddenly smiled and said:

“Emlyn, there is actually no need for you to take this risk. Even if you completely believe in the Mother Earth, it will not have any impact on your life. Look at the people of Feynaporte. They can eat whatever they want, wear whatever they want, and do whatever they like. By that time, Father Utravsky will most likely not force you to volunteer at the Harvest Church anymore, and you will regain your original freedom.

"Besides, I think you have adapted well to the teachings of Mother Earth. There is no contradiction."

Emlyn White was silent for a while and said:

"Becoming a believer because you like His ideas is completely different from being forcibly converted into a believer through psychological suggestion. Even if one day I do abandon the moon and believe in the Mother Goddess, I hope that it is a choice I make freely and has nothing to do with others. This is the last pride of a blood race."

Klein looked at Emlyn in surprise. He didn't expect the other party to be so persistent.

He thought about it for two seconds, and did not try to persuade her anymore. He just said, "Hmm."

"The question is actually very simple. That is, can the order from a big shot plus the desire to escape from hidden dangers give you the courage to face a certain degree of danger? If you are willing to sacrifice your life for it, then the answer is very simple.

"In short, this matter ultimately depends on you."

Emlyn listened with a heavy expression and instinctively retorted:

"If I really choose to try, it will definitely not be for myself, but for the entire vampire race! Solving the hidden danger is just a side benefit!"

For the entire vampire clan? What could possibly happen to me that would involve the entire vampire clan? Was that big shot lying to you? Klein laughed and said,

"A weak vampire has a chance to save the entire clan. Do you believe it yourself?"

“Vampires, vampires!” Emlyn stressed, “Besides, my strength is not bad either, equivalent to your human Sequence 7. Oh, and I’m good at fighting!”

"As for whether to believe it or not, you won't understand." He stood up and said, "Although your analysis and suggestions have no substantive significance, I still have to thank you. Um, the consulting fee will be deducted from the suitcase and tin box last time."

Huh? Klein was unable to react to what the other party was saying.

It wasn't until Emlyn left that he suddenly realized:

“Generally speaking, aren’t containers in large-value transactions gifts?

"This stingy vampire!"

…………

In the deep darkness when the lightning frequency had not yet recovered, the exploration team from the City of Silver arrived at the outskirts of the semi-abandoned temple "on time".

Derrick remembered that during the first operation, all the animal skin lanterns were extinguished here, and the entire team fell into pure darkness. He also heard the creepy "cry for help" from the depths of the temple from the little boy Jack.

According to the speculations of Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice, this might be the starting point of our cycle, but why did we wake up at the campfire camp outside the city instead of directly here? Derrick recalled the discussion at the Tarot Club and followed the corresponding suggestions, raising his arms and praying silently.

A pure and bright light suddenly burst out from his body, stimulating Joshua and other members of the exploration team to quickly assume fighting stances.

"What happened?" Demon Hunter Colin drew his sword and asked in a deep voice.

Derrick looked around in horror and said:

"Your Excellency, I just heard a child shouting 'Save me...Save me...'"

He wants to try whether this is the key point!

"What now?" Colin asked warily.

“Not anymore.” Derrick listened carefully.

Demon Hunter Colin glanced at Joshua and the others from the corner of his eye: "Did you hear that?"

"No." The members of the exploration team shook their heads one after another.

Colin made a decision after just a few seconds of thinking. He pulled out a dark blue metal bottle from the secret compartment of his belt and smeared the colorless sticky liquid inside on his straight sword.

Then he thrust his sword upwards.

The sky suddenly lit up, and thin silver snake-like rays of light moved above and quickly spread in all directions.

The silvery-white light instantly enveloped all members of the exploration team, seeming to illuminate everyone's darkest "corner".

Zizizi, the thin silver snake dived into the void and ran to an unknown place.

Everything soon calmed down, leaving only the dim light of the animal skin lanterns quietly shining.

Colin half-closed his eyes, not knowing what he was sensing. After five full seconds, he raised his finger and pointed forward, saying:

"From now on, there can be no negligence and the alert must be raised to the highest level."

Such familiar words... This is not the key to breaking the dilemma... Derrick calmed down and followed the team into the semi-abandoned temple without slacking off.

This time, he learned his lesson and did not look at the face of the "Fallen Creator" again. Then, in the process of checking the above-ground part, he relied on initiative and enthusiasm to gain the area where the mural was located.

He carried a fur lantern, held the "Hurricane Axe", and started the operation as a team with a teammate.

After passing through one wall after another, some mottled and some collapsed, he finally reached his destination.

As the light of the animal skin lantern came from far away, the mural on the wall became clearer.

Derrick first looked towards the corner and found the strange line of words that impressed him.

"Redemption Rose..." He muttered the name silently, raised the animal skin lantern, and carefully examined the details of the mural.

On the mottled wall, at the highest point was a blurry, huge, pitch-black cross, with a shadow hanging upside down on it whose specific shape was difficult to see.

Against this backdrop, there is a desolate and silent plain.

A long procession was walking in the plain, and their goal was the high mountain in the distance, and the cross and the upside-down man on the top of the mountain.

In this team, some members were still kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly, while others had stood up and were walking forward against the strong wind.

Their faces were simply outlined, as if to highlight the tattered appearance of their clothes, and only the leader in the front was quite clear.

He was a tall and thin man with silver hair that reached his vest.

The man had soft features, his head lowered, his eyes closed, and behind him were layers of glowing wings.

Angel! The angel in the legend! Derrick excitedly observed the situation around the "leader" secretly.

Soon, he discovered that under the feet of the man who looked like an angel, there was a winding, shimmering river.

The river keeps turning, circling back, and injecting itself into itself, becoming the source!

Loop! This formed a loop! Derrick suddenly felt that he had grasped a key.

In a circular experience, there is actually a circulating river inside the mural on the wall!

The latter is obviously indicating or revealing something!

Derrick looked up and saw the silver-haired angel with countless wings. His face was gentle but a little indifferent, as if he was looking down at the river and fate.

Is this the true meaning of Mr. Fool's hint? Derrick thought for a moment and decided to give it a try. If he succeeded, he would blame the boy Jack for his abnormal behavior. If he failed, no one would remember what he had done!

Under the astonished gaze of his teammates, Derrick raised the "Hurricane Axe" and chopped fiercely at the river on the mural.

The lightning that just flashed was attracted, and the silver-white fell on the axe.