Leonard was stunned for a moment after hearing the Archbishop's order, and then he sighed in his heart:
"Mr. Fool's prediction is so accurate...
"No, it's not a prophecy. He has seen through it all."
Leonard quickly gathered his thoughts and asked Archbishop St. Anthony to give him an official document according to the procedure. Then he returned to the underground and took two team members with him to enter the Chanis Gate.
After the guard inside checked the documents, he came to the room where Emlyn White was imprisoned under the light of silver candles with carved patterns, and opened the heavy stone door with a brass key.
A faint blue light then invaded the cell, causing Emlyn White to close his eyes instinctively.
His face was much paler than before, and his body was much thinner, giving people the feeling that he would float away if the wind blew.
Thinking of Mr. Fool’s answer, Emlyn suddenly felt confident about the current situation. Without opening his eyes, he slowly stood up and laughed:
"I knew you would take the initiative to send me out."
If I said it was just a routine checkup, would you be disappointed? Leonard muttered to himself, and responded expressionlessly:
"You'll be given thirty seconds. If you still haven't walked out of Chanis Gate within this time, I'll consider you a volunteer to stay."
As a senior "Night Watcher" and the captain of the "Red Gloves" team who has been in office for several months, Leonard has rich experience in dealing with prisoners.
Emlyn's expression froze, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he remained silent, walked past Leonard and his two teammates, and walked out of Chanis Gate.
When he got outside, he shivered suddenly, as if trying to get rid of the coldness in his body.
"After you go back, just get some more sun exposure. Oh, the sun isn't that common in Backlund in winter, and you vampires don't like sun exposure... Aren't you a pharmacist? You can mix your own potions in the 'sun' realm." Leonard reminded them casually upon seeing this.
Emlyn's condition was not right. On the one hand, he had not drunk spiritual human blood for many days and could only rely on animal blood instead. On the other hand, he had stayed behind the Chanis Gate for too long and was eroded by the power of darkness that supported the seal. He needed a potion from the "Sun" field to eliminate the remaining influence.
As the "Potions Professor", Emlyn was certain about his physical and mental condition. He did not refute or nod, but just emphasized the word "vampire" and then asked:
"Where's Father Utravsky?"
"He has to stay for a while. I hope this damn war will end soon. Don't worry, we will let him go out twice a week. Which two days he will go out to sunbathe will depend on the weather in Backlund." Leonard responded simply, and then sent Emlyn White all the way to the ground and to the street.
Emlyn hesitated for a moment and asked again:
"Where is the nearest hospital?"
"What do you want to do?" Leonard asked professionally.
"Blood transfusion." Emlyn raised his chin slightly, trying hard to keep his expression unchanged.
Blood transfusion...Is it drinking blood...Leonard didn't expose it, but pointed in a direction and explained the address.
After watching the vampire viscount leave, he returned underground and began to study the latest case with his team members.
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After several days of trekking, Klein finally arrived near the northern ruins of the city-state of Norse.
This is also a barren and silent plain, and the dry riverbed has left its mark on the earth.
After taking a look at the dark, shadowy, silent, and misty city, Klein did not rush to get closer. Instead, he found a secluded place and whispered the honorific name of Mr. Fool.
Then, he walked four steps backwards, chanted a spell, and entered the gray fog. In order to return to Sefirah Castle with just a thought, the prayers of all the members of the Tarot Club must be superimposed together to form a strong and solid anchor, which would generate enough summoning power for The Fool.
With the help of the prayer light, Klein used his "real vision" to check the situation of the Norse ruins from a distance and found that the thin mist there was slowly but uncontrollably dissipating. At a glance, there was not a single "spiritual line" on the surface of the city. People wearing linen robes or animal skins were lying in different places on the street. It was completely different from the lively and busy scene that the Silver City exploration team saw when they arrived here.
"After the angels or sealed objects that occupied this city realized that their whereabouts had been exposed, they chose to migrate?" Klein made a guess based on the situation in front of him and retracted his gaze to look at the gray-white mist supporting the "Source Castle".
He was on guard against the "Miracle Worker", or the "Mysterious Attendant", or the corresponding Sealed Object, who was hiding in the cracks of history and ambushing the extraordinary person who was exploring the ancient city of Noth. He didn't want to "leap" into the mist of history and directly encounter a huge vortex formed by a group of twisted transparent worms, and didn't want to be chased by slippery and terrifying tentacles.
Klein still feels scared about Zaratul's ambush. He has nightmares about it from time to time and wants to seek treatment from Miss Justice for his psychological trauma.
This was more stimulating to him than seeing the secret doll Enuni wearing a monocle in front of him while he himself was completely unable to move, because it implicated the dogs of Fulgrim.
After confirming that the historical pore was safe, Klein returned to the real world, stretched out his hand, grabbed forward, and dragged out his previous self, who was also wearing a half-high silk hat, a black knee-length windbreaker, and holding a simple glass lantern.
The next second, he "leaped" into the gray-white mist, and ran along the illuminated historical gaps all the way to the place before the First Era, where the "corpses" of civilized cities were piled up.
This was a very clever "safe house" for him, because except for him, no "ancient scholar" could trace back to this completely broken and lost prehistoric fragment.
Of course, for Klein, coming all the way here also consumed a lot of spiritual energy. He would stay for at most a quarter of an hour, and that was on the premise that his historical pore image did not make any burdensome attempts.
After the main body hid, the projection of Klein in the real world moved forward and quickly arrived outside the ruins of Noth.
He did not approach or enter blindly. Instead, he went around to a hill opposite the dry riverbed, raised his right hand, and summoned the original secret puppet, the "Fallen Count" Qonas Kilger, who had a cold and hard appearance and deep blue and almost black eyes.
Qiunas' body squirmed and instantly turned into Gehrman Sparrow. Then, he reached out and took out a lantern from the gap in history.
The historical pore image summoned by this historical pore image, in the dim light of the lantern, confused the distance and came to the outside of the city of Noth in a few steps, alone.
He then took the lantern and walked step by step through the decayed and collapsed buildings, through the thin mist, and entered the ruins.
Compared to using "real vision" to see above the gray fog, the real contact allowed Klein to discover more details:
Most of the humans and monsters that fell in different places showed signs of decay, and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time;
Some of them sat on chairs under the eaves, some slumped by the stove, some holding moldy bread, some holding hands, some leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground, their lips pressed against the bone flute...
This allowed Klein to imagine what the situation was like in this city-state when they were still "alive":
Some people are taking a lazy rest, some are baking food, some are shopping along the street, some are concentrating on music, some are walking back and forth with constant laughter, and some are fighting monsters in the arena...
What a lively and vibrant picture, but in fact, everyone has already died and no longer has their own soul. They are just repeating the same behavior in a predetermined way.
And at a certain moment one day, this strange scene froze and ended in an instant, and everyone fell down without any warning.
"A city-state made up of secret puppets, the most realistic theater... There was a similar situation in the Misty Town back then... Although I am also a 'fortune teller', I still have to say that in terms of horror, horror, and weirdness, our path is definitely in the top three... Am I going to have to play the same role in the future? A 'secret servant'?" Klein held a lantern and walked through the streets with many corpses lying on them. Following his spiritual intuition, he walked towards the center of the ancient city of Norse.
The situation here made him believe that the one who once ruled the Norse ruins was definitely intelligent enough. After the Silver City exploration team broke the "peace" and "tranquility" here, he did not choose to kill people or destroy clues, but abandoned everything without hesitation and migrated to another place.
"The reason why they didn't silence him might be because the Silver City team was followed by Amon. Well, it might also be because of the face of the 'True Creator'..." Klein's thoughts wandered casually, and he soon arrived at a relatively intact church.
Inside the church stands a statue of a demon wolf with eight legs and covered with dark short hair.
The statue had a tuft of gray hair on its head, and a dark pupil that took up at least three-quarters of its eye.
“Isn’t it Fregola… the dark demon wolf that occasionally appeared in the Third Epoch, the God of Wishes? After thousands of years in the God-Forsaken Land, has He finally found the Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic?” Just as this thought flashed through Klein’s mind, he suddenly heard the sound of “da”, “da”, “da” footsteps.
He was already standing sideways and immediately looked outside the church. He saw a figure slowly approaching in the thin mist, and a clear outline quickly appeared.
He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slightly hunched back, completely white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars around his mouth, and was wearing a dark clergy robe. He was a rather old priest or bishop.
His dark brown eyes were deep and calm, unlike the crazy, bloodthirsty and soulless monsters in the depths of darkness.
However, in the long dark night with very low lightning frequency, the clergyman neither carried a hide lantern nor lit a fire, but just walked quietly in the thin mist.