As Klein stared, red flames suddenly appeared and engulfed him.
By the time the flames faded away, his figure had disappeared from St. Samuel's Church.
In an empty room of an ordinary hotel, Klein walked out of the suddenly rising flames and began to arrange a ceremony to pray for blessings.
Soon, the mysterious door formed by candlelight opened, and an ancient ornament flew out from the boundless darkness and landed on the altar.
This ornament seemed to be made of gold, shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames, and layers of light flashed in its bronze eyeballs, as if hiding one illusory door after another.
Klein sincerely thanked the "Goddess of Night", ended the ceremony, and picked up the bird-shaped gold ornament.
"This seems to be the image of the legendary phoenix ancestor Gray Carrie...
"In addition to his own path, this ancient god of death also seems to have some authority over the 'apprentice' path. This can be preliminarily confirmed from the ruins of the city-state that believed in the phoenix in the God-Forsaken Land...
“No wonder most ancient gods have a hard time controlling their emotions and are on the brink of madness. No, they are constantly wavering between madness and sanity… Before the first ‘blasphemous slate’ appeared, all extraordinary creatures had no concept of sequence pathways. They only had the instincts of aggregation and reproduction and blind attempts…” Klein sighed in his heart as he carefully examined the bird-shaped gold ornament.
As the owner of "Source Castle", he could sense the subtle connection between this ornament and the "River of Eternal Darkness".
"So it can carry the water of the 'River of Everlasting Darkness'? Well, the water of the 'River of Everlasting Darkness' is definitely not real river water, but an abstract concept or symbol." Klein nodded thoughtfully and threw the bird-shaped gold ornament into the "Source Castle" and sealed it in the pile of debris to prevent it from causing any unnecessary accidents.
…………
On a mountain outside Bayam City.
The "Red Angel" evil spirit watched the edge of the sea gradually lighten, and an orange sun slowly left the horizon.
At some point, a young man wearing a pointed hat and a classical black robe appeared beside him.
The man played with a monocle made of a piece of crystal and put it on his right eye. It was Amon who had become Mr. Error.
Soren Einhorn Medici glanced at Amon and said:
"The one you used as a sacrifice turned out to be the real one."
"If it wasn't the original body, how could it have stolen the ritual and replaced Bethel in time?" Amon responded with a smile, "As a qualified 'conspirator', you should have thought of this."
The "Red Angel" evil spirit sneered:
"How do I know you're not trying to trick me? Maybe you predicted my prediction?"
Amon smiled but did not give a direct answer. Instead, he took out a strange crown covered in rust and blood.
"This is your reward." He threw the item to Soren Einhorn Medici.
After receiving this strange crown, the evil spirit "Red Angel" was quite surprised:
"Wow, you didn't even try to renege on the debt."
"To act in a way that is not in line with your own ideas is also a form of deception." Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye and said with a smile, "I am looking forward to you becoming the Red Priest and swallowing that witch. By then, your image will definitely be very interesting."
When Amon said this, there was undisguised mischief in his smile.
Soren Einhorn Medici was silent for a moment and said:
“I don’t think it will be fundamentally different from now.”
A bloody mouth opened on each side of His face and then quickly closed.
Amon adjusted the monocle on his right eye, turned his head to look at the other side of the sea and said:
"The situation in the Western Continent seems very interesting."
With that, Mr. Error, the former Angel of Time, turned into light and disappeared.
The "Red Angel" evil spirit looked at the place where Amon was looking and threw the strange crown in his hand.
The bloody mouths appeared again on both sides of his face, and they spoke:
"After absorbing this extraordinary characteristic, you'd better stay away from Bansi."
"If you want to grow breasts and get swollen all over, you can stay there."
Medici curled his lips and said:
“Isn’t this what you want?”
…………
Facing the altar filled with materials and utensils, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him instantly became empty and clean, and all the debris was sorted and returned to their original places.
This is a "miracle" that comes from certain wishes that Klein has accumulated.
"Compared to the 'miracle artists' and 'secret servants' of the past, the 'miracles' I can create are truly diverse and very practical, including but not limited to building houses, interior decoration, garbage sorting, environmental protection..." Klein glanced at the finished altar and laughed at himself.
He then opened the door and walked out into the street.
He wanted to strengthen his humanity and initially stabilize his mental state by returning to reality and human society. His current problem was more troublesome, involving the revival of the will of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". If he could not suppress it first, and went directly to Miss "Justice" for treatment, it would only pollute the other party and make his own psychologist suffer from mental illness. Of course, if Miss "Justice" could reach the Sequence 2 level, the impact would not be too great.
Backlund has now completed its reconstruction, and the number of pedestrians coming and going has returned to a level close to its peak. As soon as Klein opened the door of the hotel, he heard all kinds of voices:
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
“Fresh sea fish from Pritz Harbor, with plenty of meat and few bones, perfect for pan-frying!”
“Special ginger beer with muffins and potato chips!”
“Fresh and hot oyster soup!”
“The freshest vegetables!”
…
Most of these sounds come from street vendors, and a small number come from passengers chasing after public carriages or pedestrians hit by travelers. The picture of the early morning slowly unfolds with such hustle and bustle, noise and chaos.
Klein listened to these strange yet familiar calls and stared at the scene in front of him quietly without moving for several minutes.
It was not until a thief approached that he put his hands in the pockets of his black wool coat and walked step by step into the nearest cafe.
“A cup of better coffee, a portion of lamb stewed with tender peas, and a loaf of oatmeal bread.” Klein said to the owner of the cheap cafe.
"That's 11 pence in total," the boss replied after doing some mental calculation.
Then he added:
“Everything is more expensive now.”
Klein said nothing. He took out a 1-sol bill from the pile of junk in Sefirah Castle and handed it to the boss.
He then found a seat near the window where the table was not so greasy and sat down, pulling out a few tissues to use as a cushion.
Then, Klein spread out the letter paper and took out a dark red round-bellied fountain pen.
After looking at the morning street scenes and passers-by for a long time, he finally wrote:
“Dear Mr. Azik:
"I haven't written to you for another month because I had to sleep for a while. It's not because I'm hurt, but it's a ritual.
“When I woke up and walked into human society again and onto the street, I suddenly recalled my life in Tingen.
"At that time, the mornings were always very noisy and bustling. A large number of citizens left their homes and rushed to factories and companies. Mobile vendors gathered on the streets, selling vegetables, cooked food and fruits whose quality was difficult to guarantee, but they were always very cheap.
“I would guard my wallet and carefully squeeze through them to the station, waiting for the stagecoach with many others.
“I work at the Blackthorn Security Company at 36 Zouteland Street, and I have a group of very good colleagues:
"Dunne Smith is the captain and the supervisor here. He is an experienced, kind, and responsible Extraordinary. He has a gentle personality, is efficient, and cares for all the team members equally. His only shortcoming is that his memory is not very good. He may forget things that are not too important. The phrase he says most often is 'Wait, there is one more thing'. Of course, there is a reason for this. He has lost too many companions and hopes that they all stay in his dreams, so he often cannot tell which things are real and which are dreams.
"Old Neil was my first occult teacher. The most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement. He always designed strange ritual magic to get help from the goddess. Some of them were successful, and some had ridiculous accidents. To this day, I can still recall them. He is a very kind person. Even for the sake of his dream, he is unwilling to hurt others.
"Leonard is a poet with his own secrets. I initially thought he was very mysterious, a hidden, powerful man who must be respected. Later, I discovered that he is essentially a rough, simple, impulsive, rebellious, casual, and impolite young man. Moreover, he really has no literary talent and can only rely on recitation to complete his role. Well, he does have some advantages. He is brave and has a keen intuition and terrible reasoning ability in certain things. However, this is limited to certain things.
“Frye is an extraordinary person who appears to be cold and indifferent, and people are afraid to approach him. But in fact, he is very responsible and enthusiastic, and he always lends a hand when others need help.
"Kornley is very short. He used to be a civilian staff member, but later he took the initiative to apply to become a formal team member. He is quite shrewd, but when faced with a case, he never refuses. Every time he plays cards, the person he talks about the most is his fiancée.
"Luo Shan is the front desk of the Blackthorn Security Company. She has a lively personality and is a bit lazy. She is well-liked by everyone. To us, she is like a younger sister. She also loves each of us equally, but she hates all the official team members very much because her father was once an official Beyonder and later died heroically. Perhaps, in her heart, an official team member can be equated with a person who has received a critical illness notice.
"Mrs. Orianna is an accountant and a victim of an extraordinary case. She is delicate and gentle, pursuing a refined life. She doesn't talk much, but she takes good care of everyone and never makes things difficult for us financially. For example, she rarely rejects old Neil's reimbursement application, no matter how ridiculous the reason is, she just leaves it to the captain to decide.
"Ms. Xijia. Teong has rare white hair and is an unsuccessful writer. She has outstanding temperament and a calm personality, and she doesn't look like a Beyonder fighting in the dark. She is also very brave and determined. She didn't back down even when facing death.
"Ms. Luo Yao is very similar to Frye, both are people who don't talk much but care deeply about their colleagues, except at the poker table.
"Bright is the best report writer among the civil servants. He is a romantic gentleman. Even though he has been married for fifteen years, he still loves his wife very much. I think he will live a good life because he lives by the motto that the less you know, the longer you live.
"Cesare Francis is our driver. Although he is a civilian, he often encounters dangerous situations. Therefore, the captain entrusted him with the purchase and application of supplies. His presence is not high, which may be the key to his survival.
"I sometimes think that if it weren't for what happened later, I would definitely still be living in Tingen, going to work on time every day, taking turns to work underground, handling a few cases, playing cards with my colleagues, and occasionally accompanying Melissa and Benson to watch plays or circus performances. If I could go home early one day, I would study food, which is one of my hobbies. On weekends, I might come to visit you and exchange history with you in various fields...
"Unfortunately, life always pushes us forward and faces one change after another."