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After resolving in his heart that he would absolutely never return to Bansy unless absolutely necessary, Lin Ruo couldn't help but sigh again: "I've seen this world, but I'm missing related memories…"
"So, I really didn't have any memories related to mysteries before."
To be honest, this was not surprising to Lin Ruo; after all, he had speculated about it long ago.
However, Lin Ruo still felt a bit melancholic. If he had not lost those memories, Ancient Sun God and Medici might not have fallen.
Now Medici could barely be considered revived, but Ancient Sun God, the Ancient Sun God who once led humanity to rise, could he ever return?
"Forget it, it's useless to think about these things now. Maybe they'll return later; each of them is far more cunning than me." Lin Ruo shook his head, picked up the notebook on the table, and began writing down the outline of the plot he had just conceived when he heard a "thump, thump, thump—" at the door.
"The door's unlocked, come in."
Lin Ruo said without lifting his head.
"Creak—Slam—"
The door opened and then immediately closed. Lin Ruo, who knew who had entered without needing to look up, casually said, "I plan to modify the story of Bansy Harbor and create a plot where Gehrman battles a fallen bishop. What do you think?"
"Wouldn't that be false advertising?" Klein retorted, though he felt a genuine sense of relief in his heart.
Since Lin Ruo still had the mood to write, it meant the problem was not serious.
"You make it sound like my story was true from the beginning. It's artistic embellishment, nothing shameful. Besides, this way, when I make things difficult for you later, my conscience won't hurt." Lin Ruo said self-righteously.
"You actually said it out loud! Who was it that said they would absolutely never make things difficult for me in the book?" Klein was astonished. Although he had long known that Lin Ruo would definitely not give up on persecution, he had never expected the other party to shamelessly admit it.
"You know, Klein, a person cannot step into the same river twice. Similarly, theoretically speaking, the me of the last second is not equal to the me of the next second…" Lin Ruo said seriously, speaking in a didactic tone, but then suddenly changed the subject, saying:
"If I don't make things difficult for you, I'll lose more than half the fun of writing. Can you bear that?"
Klein: …
Very much so, thank you.
And is there any Karma between your previous words and what you just said?
"Can I punch you?" Klein took a deep breath and said with a smile.
"No, hitting your teacher is wrong." Lin Ruo righteously refused, then changed the subject: "How long have I been asleep?"
"A day and a night." Klein replied. Although he still had the urge to beat the other party, he restrained himself and entered the state of discussing serious matters, saying: "You missed this Tarot Club meeting."
"Oh, that." Lin Ruo blinked, looked at Klein, and half-jokingly said: "I hope you didn't use an excuse like Mr. Chariot unfortunately sacrificed."
"I just told them you took leave, Lin Ruo…" Klein's words paused, his brows furrowed, and he said seriously: "What exactly happened yesterday? Who was that black-fan girl?"
"You don't know?" This time it was Lin Ruo's turn to be surprised. He sized up Klein, recalling the content of the original novel.
In the original novel, although Klein had mentioned the "Lord of Mysteries as Savior" trope, there was no evidence that he understood Cthulhu mythology. As for the trope itself, it was well-known, so it wasn't surprising for an outsider to have heard of it.
"Should I know?" Klein was clearly a bit confused, but his reaction was quick. After a brief thought, he said, "Is that person related to our Transmigration? Or is she a very famous person from before the Transmigration, which is why you think I should know?"
"Strictly speaking, probably not." Lin Ruo shook his head. Since Klein didn't know, he didn't intend to tell Klein about these things. After all, in the Cthulhu worldview, knowing these things could cause sanity loss, and too much loss could lead to madness in minutes. Even Nyarlathotep herself had appeared, making Lin Ruo unable to be unwary.
So he said: "I can't tell you more. Anyway, she's a very dangerous person, but she seems to have had some agreement with me, so she shouldn't do anything for now… In short, if you ever encounter her in the future, remember to run immediately."
Klein frowned, once again feeling the depth of Bansy's waters. He looked at Lin Ruo's serious expression and finally did not press further, but nodded: "I will."
Lin Ruo also didn't want to continue on this troubling topic. He glanced at the dark sky outside the window and said, "We've already left Bansy Harbor, right?"
"Yes, the White Agate set sail this morning, leaving Bansy Harbor. Before that, people from the Church of the Lord of Storms came once. They probably already verified your identity with the Church of the Evernight Goddess, expressed their gratitude, and then left." Klein replied. He paused, then said, "The matter of Bansy Harbor shouldn't be over yet, right?"
"No, Miller and his group are just minor pawns on the surface. The Medici descendants hidden behind them are barely considered the masterminds." Lin Ruo paused, the figure of a certain black-fan girl unconsciously flashing through his mind, which he forcibly dispelled.
Although Nyarlathotep causing trouble is common in various Cthulhu role-playing games, almost the strongest scapegoat, and she herself is a genuine pleasure-seeker, the Bansy incident should indeed be unrelated to her.
This was not because Lin Ruo believed in the other party's non-existent character, but because of that agreement.
Although he didn't know the specific content of the agreement, Lin Ruo had a feeling that before the agreed-upon day, neither Nyarlathotep nor any other entity could do anything to this world.
This was a restriction set by the former Him.
So what exactly am I… No, I can't think about it!
Forcibly pulling his stray thoughts back, Lin Ruo continued: "However, I had already written to Anthony before I fell asleep. He will inform the Church of the Lord of Storms about this matter, and the Church of the Lord of Storms will not ignore it."
Klein instantly understood and retorted, "I feel like Bishop Anthony has become your personal tool for communicating with other Churches."
"Be confident, remove 'feel like'." Lin Ruo had no shame in admitting it. Then, remembering something else, he looked at Klein and said, "Klein, you don't have a messenger yet, right?"
"Ah… yes, I don't have a messenger." Klein was stunned for a moment. Accustomed to Lin Ruo's jumping thoughts, he nodded, then looked at Lin Ruo with some anticipation, "Do you mean I can summon a messenger now?"
Regarding messengers, Klein had naturally wanted one for a long time. In this era where technology was not developed, the existence of messengers greatly facilitated communication between people.
However, he himself was not from the Apprentice or Death pathway, so it was difficult to find a messenger with his abilities. After asking Lin Ruo for help, the latter mysteriously stated that he didn't need to rush to find a messenger, and instead of haphazardly contracting a subpar one now, it would be better to wait until a premium messenger came to him later.
Klein certainly wanted a premium messenger, so he followed Lin Ruo's advice and hadn't looked for a messenger until now.
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