The endless gray fog began to boil, and the ancient and majestic palace was burning everywhere.
The blazing flames condensed into a ball, and it was as if a bright white sun rose in this mysterious space.
The howling hurricane overturned the mottled long table, broke the thick stone pillars, and caused half of the palace to collapse.
Klein, who was sitting in the position of The Fool, felt his head boiling first, then many holes exploded, and charred worms crawled out from the broken surfaces one after another.
He did not die. He even calmly stretched out his right palm and tapped the armrest of the high-back chair.
The mysterious space above the gray fog began to tremble noticeably, and power surged out layer by layer, calming the hurricane, extinguishing the flames, and causing the blazing white sun to quickly dissipate inch by inch.
The thick stone pillars stood up again, the mottled long table returned to its original state, and the magnificent and sacred palace seemed to have never collapsed or been damaged.
Klein's head recovered instantly. The worms that had crawled out faded from charred black, became transparent again, and crawled back.
“It’s indeed stronger than the ‘Dragon of Imagination’ Angerwede…” Klein muttered to himself as his expression twisted uncontrollably. He couldn’t help but raise his hand to rub his forehead. “It hurts… The pain is obviously stronger…”
While whispering, he tapped lightly on the edge of the mottled long table, causing the mysterious space above the gray fog to begin to vibrate once again.
Amid the earthquake, a dark and thick shadow suddenly appeared on the palace floor.
The shadow twisted and struggled, but was eventually swept away by the power of the gray fog, leaving no trace.
After several dozen seconds, Klein finally calmed down and recalled the scene he had just seen:
"That person should be the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, the father of Amon and Adam...
"From the cross ornament he wore and the words 'Let there be light', it is very likely that he is the first time traveler, perhaps from Europe or America, and may have a church background...
"He uses a language that can mobilize natural forces. It is similar to Giant language, but different. It is not Elven language, Dragon language, or ancient Hermes language... Well, it has similarities with the ancient Feysac language of the northern continent and the Dutan language of the southern continent. Although I don't master this language, I can barely understand what He is saying... Is this the language He mastered in that strange gray and white building?
“He traveled there and inherited a rich legacy?
"The second scene is the scene before He is betrayed and eaten by the three kings of the angels: Pure White, Wisdom, and Wind?
"For a god who claims to be the creator, such substantial pain and distortion can only occur in this state...
“Well, the divine blood that dripped before His death merged with the silver cross, changing the latter’s form and making it a seal of a high level.
"It seems that this 'Darkless Cross' was either obtained by one of the three great angel kings, Pure White, Wisdom, and Wind, or it fell into the hands of Amon or Adam. To them, this is an important relic of their father.
"The former one may not be too high. The positive and negative effects of this cross are very useful, and its origin is a secret that must be covered up. No one would give it to the Augustus family... So it seems that it was really arranged by Adam?
"Why did He naturally and reasonably give the 'No Dark Cross' to Miss 'Magician' or 'Judgment'?
"He has discovered through certain observations that the two young ladies believe in the 'Fool'?
“This cross is for the ‘fools’ who do not belong to this era?
“He wanted to know where his father, who also did not belong to that era, came from? But the question was, how was he going to ask the question and how was he going to get the answer?
"The status of the Silver City Creator is really high. He actually noticed my 'spying' after such a long history. He cast his eyes above the gray fog and into this mysterious space. In addition to the obvious destruction, the impact caused by him also eroded in secret, creating a strange shadow. He almost lurked...
"Does this mean that after gaining authority in multiple fields, the status of the gods will also undergo a qualitative change?
"What does the word 'mysterious' mean when this person whispers? Is he referring to me, or to the original owner of this mysterious space?"
Questions flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of guesses, but it was difficult to get a final answer.
Based on his fear of Adam, he felt that it would be better for this "Dark Cross" to be shattered by the Silver City's God-level Seal and reorganized into a pure Beyonder characteristic.
Gathering his thoughts and suppressing the doubts in his heart, Klein materialized a new piece of paper and pen and wrote down the knowledge he had just gained from looking directly at the Creator of the City of Silver:
"Sequence 4: No Dark One.
“Main materials: One drop of ‘Sun’ god blood, or three tail feathers of an adult Sun God Bird plus a piece of Holy Radiant Stone.
“Supplementary materials: 60 ml of Sun Bird’s blood, 30 ml of Sacred Radiance Stone’s associated fluid, 7 drops of Mutated Golden Orange juice, 10 grams of Magma Heart powder.
"Ritual: strip away the strongest and most reluctant emotions, then take the potion and infuse those emotions back in the process."
“Sequence 3: Mentor of Justice…”
“Sequence 4: Black Knight…”
“Sequence 3: Three-Headed Holy Temple…”
After finishing these things, Klein picked up the copper-green cross again and looked at it seriously for a while.
Then, he threw the "Darkless Cross" into the pile of debris and mobilized the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog to suppress it, so that the next time he came up, the paper people he cut would not have started to praise the sun.
…………
In front of an ordinary house in the Cherwood area.
The postman on his bicycle stepped on the brakes and stopped at the door.
He then parked the car, took out a letter from the mail bag in the back seat, and glanced to see if the address was correct.
"It's here... for Hugh..." The postman quickly walked to the mailbox and threw the letter in his hand. Then he got back on the car without delay and pedaled away.
After a while, a layer of black flames suddenly rose from the delivery port of the mailbox.
The flame burned quietly and quickly disappeared.
…………
In the Hall family's luxurious villa in Queens.
Audrey, who had been taking a walk in the garden with Susie, had just returned to the hall when she saw her father, Earl Hall, coming in from outside. He took off his hat and scarf and handed them to his valet, frowning slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
"Dad, what happened?" Audrey asked with concern.
This was a basic observation, and she had nothing to hide.
Earl Hall suppressed his annoyed expression and smiled:
"It's nothing too important. I just didn't expect Hvin Rambis to be a member of a cult."
"Is he a member of a cult?" Audrey expressed her surprise appropriately.
She knew that Hvin Rambis was indeed a high-ranking member of the secretive organization, the Psychological Alchemist Society, but she didn't understand how this matter could be exposed all of a sudden.
Earl Hall nodded seriously and said:
"Yes, he is wanted by the three major churches. I don't know which cult he is involved in."
"...Has he been caught?" Audrey asked curiously, her eyes turning slightly.
"No, he had disappeared before he was wanted." Earl Hall sighed, "It's really hard to imagine that he is a cultist. He has excellent manners and extensive knowledge. His opinions in all aspects are rational, pertinent and full of wisdom."
That's just the side he wants you to see... Audrey muttered to herself, and then, as usual, she entered the small prayer room at home before dinner, facing the holy emblem of the "Goddess of Night" and posed in a prayer posture.
However, what she recited in a low voice was:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
After reading the honorific name, Audrey reported concisely:
"Hvin Rambis is missing.
"He has been identified as a cultist and is being sought by the three major churches..."
After saying this, Audrey was about to turn to pray to the goddess seriously when suddenly large patches of gray mist appeared in front of her eyes.
In the center of the gray mist, a blurry figure sat on a chair, nodding slightly condescendingly:
"I see."
As soon as the mysterious being finished speaking, the scene in front of Audrey suddenly changed, showing a figure praying intently:
"Great Mr. Fool, the Church of Evernight has received intelligence from Quinas Kilger, confirming that King George III is hiding a huge secret. He colluded with the Witch Cult and the Psychological Alchemy Society to traffic in human beings and create missing persons cases in order to obtain the Blood Emperor's remains in the Stryven section of the Tussock River, which led to the Backlund Great Smog Tragedy...
"The representative of the Witch Cult was Panatia, the Nightingale of Despair, in the early stage, Katarina, the White Saint, in the later stage, and Hvin Rambis, the Psychological Alchemist...
"Please remind Miss Justice to be careful and be ready to ask for help whenever she encounters Hvin Rambis."
Your Majesty... Audrey's eyes widened slightly, her heart was beating wildly, and she could hardly control herself.
On the one hand, this was because the news was too shocking for her as a noble, and on the other hand, the "lie" accessories she carried had a magnifying effect on her emotions.
Almost at the same time, a report flashed through Audrey's mind, leaving a deep impression on her:
"...According to preliminary statistics, more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent spread of the plague took away nearly 40,000 people, including young children and strong young men and women..."
So that's how it is... What exactly is the king planning... The three major churches shouldn't have obtained any actual evidence, otherwise Dad wouldn't be so troubled just now... Audrey felt inexplicably angry and sad, as if a principle she had adhered to in the past had been ruthlessly trampled upon, and as if a value that had been established for a long time had silently collapsed.
She subconsciously lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Then, she took a deep breath and whispered:
"Thank you, Mr. Fool. Please convey my gratitude to Mr. World."
After the prayer, Audrey sat in the quiet darkness for a long time without moving.