The "Dark Angel" Sasler is likely to be the negative personality separated from the ancient sun god... Mr. "Gate" was once the most powerful angel king... The Abraham family also possesses at least two "0" level seals, corresponding to the extraordinary characteristics of the angel level of the "apprentice" path... The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness... Pieces of mystical knowledge flashed back into the mind of "Hermit" Cattleya, shocking her and making her feel a heavy weight.

If it weren't for the Tarot Club, the protection of Mr. Fool, and the provision of The World Gehrman Sparrow, it would not be so easy for her to learn this knowledge. She would definitely take great risks. If she wasn't careful, she would attract the attention of some high-ranking beings, or be entangled in madness and pain.

"Thank you for the advance. This will greatly help me digest the potion." Cattleya opened her eyes and thanked her sincerely.

According to her original plan, after meeting the "Queen of Mystery", she should be able to gain some knowledge of mysticism. With the advance payment from Gehrman Sparrow, the "Mysticist" potion could most likely be completely digested. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Backlund, the "Queen of Mystery" Bernadette followed a clue and left the metropolis, leaving Cattleya very disappointed.

Hearing the words of the Hermit, Klein, who was disguised as The World, laughed hoarsely:

"This gift has a price."

When the voice returned to the room, he nodded to Miss Justice and Miss Magician, indicating that he was also speaking to them.

When the private gathering ended and the members left Sefirah Castle one by one, Klein stood up and walked back to the top from the bottom of the mottled long table and sat in the seat that belonged to The Fool.

He leaned back against the chair and rested his elbows on the armrests. The void beside him began to ripple and condense into circles of halos.

This is a prayer light spot, a secret puppet controlled by the historical pore image summoned by Klein. It existed before the party, but the corresponding area was blocked by Klein and no one could sense it. It has only returned to normal now.

Klein cast his gaze towards the circle of light, and using it as a base point, he expanded his vision to the distance:

In the real world, a dark mountain stands tall, with a hole at its waist that extends all the way into the ground.

Many humans who survived the Cataclysm once hid here, and were later turned into secret puppets by the dark wolf Kotar.

During this period, Klein kept tracing back from various traces and found three places where the Dark Wolf had hidden in the past, but the gains were not too great.

The reason was simple. Just like now, there was a stone at the entrance of the cave, and on it sat a young man wearing a classical black robe, a pointed hat, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

Amon.

The "Time Angel" seemed to sense the gaze from the "Source Castle". He raised his head, adjusted his crystal monocle, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

“…” Klein retracted his gaze and whispered with a slight twitch in his facial “muscles”, “He’s really haunting me… It’s not like this guy doesn’t know about the Dark Wolf’s past. Is it necessary for him to destroy all the clues I need? And every time he only shows up a little bit earlier…”

If he could defeat Amon, he would have wanted to hang him up and beat him up.

Huh... Klein exhaled and immediately returned to the real world.

Wearing a black top hat and holding a dim lantern, he gave up the maintenance of the projection of historical pores, left the mountain without looking back, and went deep into the dead wilderness.

Klein did not hesitate at all, because he had already obtained detailed information about the Dark Wolf Kotar from the "Goddess of Night" and had a sufficient understanding of the character, style, and habits of this "God of Wishes."

The main reason why he was still tracing the past of the Dark Demon Wolf was because he wanted to do a verification. After all, the East Continent had been the "Land Forsaken by God" for two or three thousand years, and the Dark Demon Wolf had been away from the gaze of the "Goddess of Night" for long enough, and it was very likely that some personality alienation and changes in style had occurred. If he completely followed the intelligence provided by the "Goddess of Night" to plan his actions, there was a high probability that he would make the mistake of bombing the target with an expired map.

“Under the strong pressure from the True Creator and Amon, the Dark Wolf is likely to undergo a transformation... maybe even become abnormal, or maybe it’s so depressed that it’s half crazy…” Klein couldn’t help but complain in his heart.

The "Dark Demon Wolf" in his words can actually be seamlessly switched to "Klein Moretti" and then to "Zhou Mingrui". The only thing he needs to do is change the sentence to the future tense.

Another reason why Klein insisted on pursuing the Dark Wolf's past was to try to deceive Amon and make it difficult for Him to guess that he had obtained key information.

Of course, this might not fool the "God of Fraud". Klein's main goal was to achieve a spiritual victory so that he could adjust his overly depressed mental state and not have to seek treatment from Miss Justice frequently.

Well, at present, the Dark Wolf does indeed still maintain the sobriety and rationality of the middle and late Second Epoch. It is not as manic, bloodthirsty, and crazy as when it first merged with other Beyonder characteristics... "His" most important personality traits do not seem to have changed. He is still so suspicious and does not even trust his own dolls. Once he decides to migrate, he will leave behind all the dolls he had before and erase all connections... Also, the Dark Wolf seems to have migrated here from the east... As he was thinking, Klein suddenly stopped. In the darkness without stars or red moon, he relied on his spiritual intuition to cast his eyes towards a certain place.

His expression gradually became solemn. He raised his right hand and pressed down his half-high silk hat.

Then, Klein adjusted his direction and moved forward step by step towards where his eyes were pointing.

That's the East.

In the endless darkness, the lantern in his hand dragged out a lonely shadow. His knee-length windbreaker was almost the same color as the deep night in the distance. His pace was a little faster than before.

…………

Backlund, Queens, in the Hall family's luxurious villa.

Audrey sat down at the dressing table and began to think seriously about how to make the release of the "bait" seem reasonable.

During this process, she suddenly thought of something.

That is, if I want to go to a gathering of extraordinary people to "eavesdrop" on the thoughts of the participants, I lack a fast and convenient method.

As a Sequence 4 demigod, she could neither fly nor "teleport", nor could she use fire to "jump" secretly. If it was late at night, she could use dreams as a springboard to "travel", but during the day and evening, she could only rely on her feet.

"Hmm... Actually, I'm not slow, but if I run faster than a steam train, I will definitely attract attention... There are so many powerful people in Backlund, there must be someone who can see through my 'psychological invisibility'... Similarly, when I transform into a dragon, I can fly, but this image is too conspicuous... Currently, I can only let my consciousness and spirit enter the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, and I can't bring my body in..." Audrey thought about it and could only consider purchasing sealed objects or magical items with the ability to "travel". At the same time, she decided to travel through dreams if there were any, and walk, take a car, or take the subway if there were no dreams.

What a simple demigod... Well, no wonder the full name is demigod, half man. Those terrifying extraordinary abilities are the divine side, and these are the human side... Audrey laughed at herself and brought her thoughts back on track.

…………

Backlund, Hillston District.

Fors sat by the fireplace and spread a book on her lap, using it as a base for her letter paper.

She held the pen, staring at the horizontal lines on the paper and the tarot cards scattered on the ground for a long time.

"What's wrong? Don't want to lie to your teacher? No, what you wrote is the truth... Don't want to frame your teacher?" Xio walked over, squatted down, looked up at Fors's eyes and said.

Fors shook his head:

“No, it’s not about that.

“I do feel a little guilty, but I know this is a good thing for the Abraham family.

"I'm just hesitant. I always feel that after writing this letter, our fate will change."

"Ah?" Xio was a little stunned, not quite understanding what his friend meant.

Fors exhaled slowly and said:

“The previous and current wars are not that dangerous to us. We have enough ability to avoid them, obtain the corresponding supplies, and continue to live a peaceful life. Therefore, I don’t feel it that deeply.

"We are like people standing next to a torrent. We could have safely watched everything from the sidelines, but after writing this letter, we may be swept into the torrent by the rising waves."

Xio listened quietly, opened his mouth, pursed his lips and said:

"If this hadn't happened, do you think we could have avoided this fate?"

As she spoke, she picked up a tarot card from the ground.

The face of the card depicts an angel blowing a trumpet and the dead.

The "Judgment" card.

Fors looked at the tarot card for a while, closed his eyes, smoothed his hair, and smiled.

"I see.

“This is our inevitable fate.”

After praying to Mr. Fool and getting the Magician card, you are doomed to an inescapable fate.

The pen in Fors's hand finally fell onto the letter paper.

…………

Port of Pritz.

Dorian Gray Abraham, who had long since left the Fishermen's Association and changed his identity, opened the letter sent by his students.

In a quick glance, his expression changed from shock, joy, confusion to horror.

Bang!

Dorian dropped the letter in his hand and knocked over the table in front of him, as if the paper was cursed and hid a monster.

He stepped back, went to the other side, opened the drawer, took out some things, then rushed to the door, ready to leave.

When Dorian placed his right palm on the brass handle, his movements suddenly slowed down and finally froze.

He turned slowly and cast his gaze at the letter spread on the ground with a complicated look.

After a few seconds, Dorian Gray Abraham walked slowly towards the letter. He walked hesitantly, wavering, and struggling, but he did not stop, as if he was possessed by the devil.