The dark clouds in the sky dissipated as soon as they were spoken, and everything returned to normal in the Holy Wind Cathedral.

In a nearby corner, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, muttering with a twitch in his mouth:

"If you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me... Why do you want to kill my secret puppet..."

He then exhaled, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared. The duration of this historical pore image was almost over. After all, the high-level capabilities of the "Recorder" replica were obviously different from the original. The burden of Sequence 6 summoning Sequence 3 was quite heavy. Even if the "Ancient Scholar" could transfer his consciousness and reduce consumption, Fors would not be able to hold on for too long.

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Outside Backlund, in the lower reaches of the Tussock River.

Leonard hid his red gloves and walked slowly towards somewhere.

Suddenly, the slightly old voice of Pallez Zoroast sounded in his mind:

"How's your former colleague doing these days?"

Remembering the previous exchange at the Tarot Club, Leonard lowered his voice and said:

"He just avoided a trap set by Amon's clone and is now searching for the truth of something in the God-Forsaken Land."

After hearing this, Pales Zoroast said nothing more and let Leonard continue walking.

…………

After setting the special coordinates, Fors was thrown back to the real world by Gehrman Sparrow's messenger.

“I feel so tired, but I just woke up not long ago... It must be that the high-sequence Beyonder ability consumes too much spiritual energy..." Fors covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and looked at Xio with a haggard face.

"It's possible." Xio agreed with his friend's judgment.

Her intuition told her that the summoned projection of Gehrman Sparrow was definitely not a simple person, and might even be equivalent to a saint.

After hesitating for a moment, Xio spoke:

“You should get some more sleep and don’t try to advance in this state.

"In a case I tried before, the murderer was a psychopath. He would deliberately let his friends, his students, and the homeless people he took in take potions in various negative states. He watched them lose control and transform into various monsters, disgusting and terrifying monsters."

“…What is this guy’s purpose?” Fors was stunned for a second.

"There are two purposes. One is to observe whether the loss of control caused by the same potion in different people is exactly the same. The other is to record the corresponding scenes in the form of oil paintings. He believes that the madness, pain, and distortion have incomparable beauty and can inspire his strongest creative passion." Xio recalled the trial at that time, feeling a little hatred and a little inexplicable fear. "He was a complete lunatic."

"This kind of guy should be humanely destroyed!" Fors couldn't help but shudder at the thought and said with gritted teeth, "Is he a cultist?"

"Maybe, but there are no clues... On the surface, he is an outstanding painter, and he is well-known internationally. If it weren't for the fact that more than five of his students and friends disappeared in recent years, which attracted our attention, we might have to wait until he went completely crazy and turned into a monster before this matter was discovered." Xio paused for a moment before saying, "The law enforcement team that arrested him vomited after opening his hidden basement. There were one horrible corpse after another, and one terrifying but fascinating oil painting after another..."

"He's a disgusting guy, but his story is also very attractive." Fors thought for a moment and asked, "Is he a 'devil'?"

"No, he is a 'psychologist'." Hugh denied his friend's speculation.

"...You sentenced him to death?" Fors asked expectantly.

Xio shook his head and said:

"His defense lawyer convinced me that he would be more suitable to be a Sealed Artifact researcher."

"There are lawyers? You have lawyers in the Abnormal Affairs Court? Aren't all trials conducted directly?" Fors asked in surprise.

Xiu combed his yellow hair which had grown longer and said:

"We have some extraordinary people in the 'lawyer' path, and they also need to play a role, of course, they don't know they are playing a role."

"Okay." Fors yawned again and pointed to the armchair next to the fireplace. "I'll take a nap first. Hey, aren't you going to work?"

"You can take a leave." Xio responded simply.

Fors didn't ask any more questions. She walked to the fireplace and fell down.

Two or three hours later, she woke up and meditated for a quarter of an hour.

Then, she found the "Traveler" extraordinary characteristics and auxiliary materials given by her teacher Dorian Grey Abraham, and prepared a bottle of potion.

This potion is white but transparent, just like half-melted snow water, with light green bubbles popping out from time to time.

Fors took the potion, glanced at his friend who was guarding beside him, and said with a smile:

"If I lose control, don't hesitate, just chop off my head.

"No, pray first, maybe there is still a chance to save it."

"..." Xio nodded slowly, "Stay like this."

Fors exhaled silently, without hesitation, raised the bottle of potion, and drank it down.

In an instant, she felt rays of light appearing inside her body and in front of her eyes. They rushed around and opened one illusory door after another.

Fors's consciousness could not help but enter one of the doors. His entire body then became transparent and disappeared on the spot.

In this state of floating and confused thoughts, Fors almost lost her self-awareness. Fortunately, she had been tortured recently and her will was quite strong. She could also feel the four special coordinates in the spirit world from time to time, and finally woke up little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, she found herself deep in the spirit world, unable to tell exactly where she was, and unable to find the "way" back.

With the help of the four special coordinates, Fors slowly "traveled" back to the familiar place, leaving behind the densely overlapping blocks of color and the light, diffuse mist, and walked out of the spirit world.

The role of those four special coordinates is not only to help me find the way back, but also to effectively maintain my self-awareness... The teacher is only a Sequence 7, without practical experience, so it is inevitable that there will be some omissions in the knowledge he teaches... As Fors' thoughts turned, he cast his gaze at Xio and smiled slightly:

"I am a 'traveler' now."

Xio breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously:

"What additional extraordinary abilities have been added?"

"The main thing is that there is an additional 'Teleport' and 'Invisible Hand'. In addition, the number of demigod-level extraordinary abilities that I can record has increased to four. The specific effect should be close to Sequence 4..." Fors examined himself and said.

She then raised her hand and drew a tarot card from the divination deck in the room.

He was a man with a scepter in his right hand pointing to the sky, his left hand hanging down pointing to the ground, and the holy grail, scepter, sword, star coins and other objects placed in front of him.

The Magician card.

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The day with the longest night every year is the birthday of the "Goddess of Night", commonly known as Winter Ceremony Day.

On this day, all believers of the night will go to the nearby church to witness the sunset and the arrival of night, and then participate in mass, enjoy communion, listen to choir singing, and do various activities.

The year 1350 was a heavy year for the Night believers in Loen. The fierce war and rising prices had made them lose their good mood. However, they still went out of their homes on this Winter Festival because the Church of Night would hold a super-large mass in various squares to appease the souls of the deceased.

At the same time, several foundations will distribute food coupons at mass venues, and those who receive them can use them to get corresponding items at any relief point or church. This has caused some Storm and Steam believers who originally did not celebrate the Winter Service to go to the nearest square.

West End, Remembrance Day Square, where George III was bombed to death.

Audrey was wearing a black cloak and carrying her golden retriever Susie, who was carrying a leather bag on her back. She walked among the nobles with a plain face. Her expression seemed normal, but she was hiding a bit of pain and guilt.

She had obtained the blood of the old psychic dragon and prepared the "manipulator" potion, which she placed in the small bag Susie was carrying.

Susie was already a Sequence 6 "hypnotist". Audrey believed that not many people at the scene would be able to notice her abnormality and take things away from her.

The blood of the old psychic dragon came from the "Hermit" Cattleya. It was said that it was obtained from the "Mysterious Queen". Audrey paid a full three thousand pounds to buy it.

This was in line with her expectations, because she didn't really want to get materials from the Psychological Alchemy Society. After all, her direct superior, Hvin Rambis, had only died a few months ago, and she was collecting items needed for promotion, which inevitably aroused suspicion. The other members of the Psychological Alchemy Society were capable and smart enough to notice this.

Moreover, after becoming a demigod, I will have to come into contact with the members of the Psychological Alchemy Association's review panel. According to Mr. "World", there may be angels from the spiritual realm hidden there. I'd better prepare for a while, and when I have the right opportunity and excuse, I will consider improving my status in the association... I will hide my strength for a while... Audrey, with her blonde hair tied up, lifted her skirt and walked slowly towards the designated position.

Along the way, many nobles extended a friendly hand to her, hoping to help this beautiful, noble but weak girl pass through crowded places and obstacles, but they were all blocked by Earl Hall.

He asked his eldest son Hibbert to take care of his youngest daughter, and he walked in front with his wife on his arm, turning back from time to time to check on Backlund's most dazzling gem.

Not long after they arrived at their destination, the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of Evernight, Saint Anthony Stevenson, walked onto the stage in a black robe with red patterns.

He looked around, raised his right hand, and tapped his chest four times clockwise:

"Praise the goddess!"

After the believers below responded, the saint spoke in a low voice that everyone could hear:

“Today is a celebration of the night, but the goddess responds with mercy.

“He has compassion for every mother who has lost a child, for every lonely child, for every person who is suffering greatly.

"He said that this will all end, and all this suffering will return to silence and rest."