prynovel Chapter 129 Another Week
Chapter 129 Another Week
Chapter 129 Another Monday
"His name is Adam, the firstborn son of the ancient sun god, the leader of the Twilight Hermits, and the king of the angels of the 'Audience' pathway."
"After the Quaternary Period, they basically disappeared from the world's sight, but they would secretly guide the world's direction."
"Just as the Twilight Hermits proclaim, when the tides of time have turned as expected, when the end of everything has come, the original Creator will rise from the dead and awaken from his slumber."
His goal was to revive the "Ancient Sun God" within himself, bringing him back from the void.
After a brief pause, he added, "Just know it, don't think about it, don't recall it."
"When necessary, you can ask Mr. 'The Fool' for some protection; the authority of 'secrecy' can restrain the characteristic of 'everything spoken will be known.'"
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Klein's face was blank; for the first time, he regretted not controlling his curiosity.
...The eldest son of the ancient sun god, the leader of the Twilight Hermits, and also an angel king... Um, what's an angel king? A king among angels?
After a pause, he cautiously voiced his doubts.
"There's no need to be cautious about this; it's not some deadly secret."
With a light laugh, Sirion explained simply:
"In a broad sense, the King of Angels refers to those angels who have transcended Sequence 1 but have not yet become gods."
"But during the Tertiary period, the King of Angels referred to the eight Kings of Angels under the ancient sun god."
Call ~
Klein let out a soft breath, looked at Sirion, and said very solemnly:
"Next time you share that kind of secret knowledge, tell me how dangerous it is first, and then I'll decide whether or not to listen."
...This isn't above the gray fog; if you encounter something deadly here, it could really be fatal.
...No, hearing news like Adam's would be disastrous even above the Gray Fog, since no one can guarantee they won't occasionally recall something after leaving the Gray Fog...Wait, forget it, forget it quickly!
Seeing Klein's interesting expression, Sirion shook his head slightly. He knew without a doubt that Klein had just inadvertently thought about Adam or even said Adam's name.
Once Klein's complexion had improved somewhat, he said:
"If you're really troubled, seek refuge in 'secret' places."
"Anything can be kept secret."
After speaking, he took a step back and bowed slightly to Klein.
"Well then, I'll take my leave now. Sweet dreams."
As he finished speaking, pairs of transparent, wing-like membranes, resembling dragonfly wings, extended from his back, just like the wings of a "fairy" in a storybook.
With a gentle flap of his thin, transparent wings, his figure faded rapidly and vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.
"Sweet dreams... Ha, if you hadn't told me those dangerous secrets, I probably would have had a really good dream tonight, because I killed Lanluus with my own hands."
"But now... if it weren't for the spiritual prohibition, I would want to go and sleep above the gray fog."
"How about... we pray to the goddess, after all, she is the 'Mother of Secrets'..."
In the southern part of the bridge, Xi Ruien's figure was reflected in the full-length mirror in the room. As the deep blue water rippled, his figure quickly solidified and appeared in the room.
After looking around and confirming that no one had entered his room while he was away, he took out a gold coin from his pocket.
"The 'Sage of Mysteries,' Butis, has left Backlund..."
After repeating the words to himself several times, the gold coin popped out with a clang, tumbled a few times in mid-air, and landed back in his hand.
Face up indicates approval!
"So he really left..."
"It's a bit of a pity. If it weren't for that 'Reset of Fate,' I might have gotten the extraordinary trait of 'Arcanist' for free."
He muttered something under his breath, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and said softly, as if talking to himself:
"Could this reward be exchanged for the opportunity to view the Blasphemy Slab?"
"Okay." Adam's gentle voice echoed in his heart. The next second, a strong drowsiness came over him. He only had time to stay awake and pull the corner of the blanket over himself before he couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.
The next day, around noon, Sirion finally got up, yawning.
He first glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost 11 o'clock. Then he looked at the weather outside; the sky was always shrouded in a light mist, dark and damp.
"This weather is really not good; it doesn't suit my mood at all."
He muttered something under his breath, then closed his eyes, sensing the effects of the "Astrologer" potion within his body.
As the night passed, he had absorbed a significant amount of the potion, clearly a result of the feedback he received yesterday from reporting "The Saint of Mystery" and Lanius to the Church of the Night.
"This might also include my help to Klein, and most of the digestion progress even came from Klein, after all, I provided him with the most help and guidance, and the results were the most obvious."
Muttering to himself, he got dressed, washed up briefly in the bathroom, and then prepared a meal that was neither breakfast nor lunch for himself.
After finishing his meal, he stayed quietly at home until 3 p.m.
As the wall clock chimed precisely on time, a thick gray fog enveloped his vision, from which a deep red light rose.
In a moment of disorientation, he found himself in the seemingly eternal and unchanging ancient palace above the gray mist.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
"Good afternoon, Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' good afternoon..."
"Justice!" Audrey's cheerful voice rang out, making it clear to everyone that she was in a rather good mood.
After everyone nodded to each other, "Justice" Audrey suddenly looked at "The Hanged Man" Alger to her side and chuckled as she reminded him:
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' it's time for you to submit your diary for this week."
Alger, the "Hanged Man," nodded slightly, not paying attention to Miss Justice's slightly inappropriate words. He turned his head to look at the "Fool" at the head of the mottled long table, and after receiving the other's nod, materialized the last page of Russell's diary that he had promised.
Klein made the diary appear out of thin air in his hand, and then began to read it, seemingly without much focus.
"January 16th, the witch's taste is really quite good..."
Klein, who was reading the diary, twitched slightly at the corner of his eye, unsure of what expression to use to face Emperor Roselle's bold words.
Under the shroud of gray fog, he subtly glanced in the direction of Sirion, and suddenly felt a surge of emotion, a desire to share this page of the diary.
...Never mind, let's not tarnish Rosell's reputation in his later years.
After a brief pause, he began reading the page of the diary again.
The diary wasn't very long, and he quickly finished reading it. After the diary disappeared from his hand, he leaned back, faced the crowd, and smiled:
"You are free to communicate now."
As soon as "Fool" Klein finished speaking, "Sun" Derrick followed "Justice" and raised his hand, saying:
"Mr. World, Mr. Destiny, I have advanced to Sequence 8. In the next two days, I will be able to use the Merit-Hired Helper to obtain the true roots and sap of the Mist Treant."
"However, because I previously exchanged for the materials needed for promotion, I don't have enough merit points left to hire helpers to hunt down the Mist Treants twice."
At this point, his voice lowered, and he said somewhat embarrassedly:
"For now, I can only obtain materials from one Mist Treant. After accumulating enough merit points over time, I will hire helpers to hunt down another Mist Treant."
Cyril was somewhat surprised by this development, but didn't seem to care too much, saying:
"Give it to the 'world,' I don't need it urgently."
Klein manipulated the dummy "World" before Sirion nodded slightly: "Thank you."
After a brief pause, he looked around at everyone and asked:
"Everyone, do you have any clues about the spinal fluid of the Evil-Striped Black Panther or the marrow crystals of the Elf Spring?"
After a few seconds of contemplation, Alger, the "Hanged Man," said, "Perhaps I do."
"A grand gathering of pirates will be held soon in the Sea of Sunia, with the fleets of four pirate kings and six, well, now seven pirate generals possibly participating."
"At such a grand event, there must be transactions of extraordinary materials, and the quantities involved are enormous and the scope is extensive."
"I have the opportunity to participate in this event, but I no longer have enough funds."
At this point, he glanced at Sirion. It was all for the sake of purchasing the extraordinary "Windbringer" attribute that the funds he had prepared for this grand pirate gathering had been exhausted ahead of schedule.
However, he didn't care too much, since his main purpose in participating in this grand event was to seek the "Wind's Chosen" potion recipe and extraordinary materials, and he had already achieved that goal ahead of schedule.