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Klein was silent for a moment, then said with an unusually heavy tone:
"So, the resolution of the Abraham Family's curse means Mr. Door has completely fallen?"
"Do you want to try to salvage him? To get an angel under your command."
Leyton looked at Klein with a slight smile.
Klein gave a bitter laugh:
"Mr. Door is an existence only one step away from becoming a god. What can I use to salvage him?"
"Moreover, as an angel from a neighboring pathway, shouldn't he and I be in an adversarial relationship?"
"I'm quite keen to try it; it's an inspiration I got from the True Creator last time."
Leyton raised his left hand and said with a serious tone.
Klein raised an eyebrow and glanced at Leyton, then lowered his head to sip his black tea, organizing his thoughts:
"You seem to have a good impression of this Mr. Door?"
"It's hard not to feel admiration for Mr. Door, and besides, the apocalypse is coming soon. Any high-end combat power is incredibly precious."
Leyton said with a sigh.
Klein lowered his head slightly, bringing the black tea to his lips. His curiosity made him want to press for questions about the apocalypse, so he could only relieve his curiosity by drinking tea.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?"
Leyton raised his hand and pointed towards the kitchen.
Inside, kitchen utensils and ingredients were floating around in mid-air, chopping vegetables, starting fires, putting things into pots... everything was done smoothly and naturally, step by step.
Klein suppressed the twitching of his mouth and, driven by curiosity, quietly activated his Spirit Vision.
Then he saw a pot-bellied undead and several Natural Spirits skillfully busy working together in the kitchen.
Taking a deep breath, Klein half-jokingly said:
"Have you transitioned from exploiting small animals to exploiting the undead?"
Leyton proudly praised his new chef:
"This is someone I finally managed to find, an undead who hasn't forgotten his professional skills from his life. His cooking is quite good, definitely worth a try."
"He's an undead, and he still remembers how to cook?" Klein felt that an undead who could cook was somewhat absurd.
Leyton smiled and pointed to his eyes, saying:
"As long as the chef's instinct is still there, for everything else, you can just directly instill knowledge."
"An undead chef, that is indeed somewhat appealing." Klein was also curious about the food made by an undead, so he nodded gently, accepting the dinner invitation.
Sitting at the dining table, Leyton began to chat idly with Klein.
Leyton wanted to get to know the inventor of the bicycle, Leopard, through Klein, so he initiated the topic:
"Do you know anyone who is particularly excellent or talented in mechanics?"
Klein was slightly stunned. The first person who came to his mind was his sister, Melissa Moretti; she had always loved studying machinery, and his old pocket watch had been repaired by her.
Klein tentatively asked, "What do you want to do?"
Leyton raised an eyebrow in confusion. It was just an inventor, why was Klein's expression so odd?
After a brief moment of thought, he chuckled and said:
"I want to cultivate some Beyonders of the Savant pathway, mainly to make them inventors, to promote social progress, and they can also work part-time as Artisans for me."
"Promote social progress?"
Klein repeated the phrase. A Beyonder who mingled with evil gods and was on a maritime bounty list saying such a thing always made him feel a bit out of place.
Leyton explained the fundamental reason why he wanted to cultivate Beyonders of the Savant pathway:
"Promoting civilization and spreading knowledge, this is my mission, and what I want to do."
"Roselle's industrial revolution only went halfway; the remaining part was limited by energy. I want the industrial revolution to continue."
"I see, so you have a way to solve the energy problem?"
Klein asked with great curiosity. If the industrial revolution could be further advanced, it would be beneficial for most people in this era.
Leyton leaned lazily against the back of the chair, saying with a helpless tone:
"No, even if I wanted to, the Church of the Lord of Storms and the Eternal Blazing Sun Church wouldn't agree."
"But who can say what will happen in the future? Perhaps someday the authority of the Sun and Storm will be reclaimed by the True Creator."
"That's a good idea," Klein said comfortingly, then brought the topic back to people with mechanical talent:
"I know an inventor named Leopard. He's trying to invent a bicycle, and I even invested in his research."
"If you're interested, I can introduce you two."
"Really? Then I can inject capital into him. This is a sure-fire business, and later I can give him a Savant potion. As an inventor, he won't be able to resist the temptation of becoming a Savant."
Leyton naturally showed a look of sudden enlightenment and said with a joyful tone.
Klein didn't react much to this but was very curious about Leyton's latter statement:
"Is there anything special about a Savant? Why can't an inventor resist the temptation of becoming a Savant?"
Leyton straightened his posture slightly, raised his hand slightly, and spoke in a lecturing manner:
"This pathway provides very limited inspiration; they won't easily hear sounds they shouldn't hear or see sights they shouldn't see. So, as long as they don't seek death, the probability of losing control is very small."
"The Savant potion only brings the Beyonder characteristics of memory, comprehension, learning, and practical abilities, a rough understanding of mysticism, and a greater proficiency in things like aqua regia, nitroglycerin, and complex gear mechanisms."
"The core ability is to awaken memories, allowing them to recall all knowledge they have seen. Anything they have seen, they will not forget."
Klein nodded slightly. This was not much different from what he had learned through Roselle's diary, and it was even more detailed.
"So, do you want your sister, Melissa Moretti, to become a Beyonder?"
Leyton looked at Klein and asked the question he had wanted to ask earlier.
The scene fell silent for a moment. Klein looked at Leyton with some hesitation and said:
"Was that the purpose of you suddenly bringing up this topic?"
"No, it really wasn't." Leyton waved his hands repeatedly and explained:
"You were lost in thought for too long just now, so I connected it to your sister who has a great talent for mechanics."
"This pathway suits her preferences well, and there won't be too much risk of losing control. The only problem is probably that they are truly very weak in the early stages."
Klein stared intently at Leyton, wanting to confirm if what he had just said was true.
After struggling for a while, Klein decided to go back and perform a divination on the Gray Fog before giving an answer.
Clink! A gold coin shot out in front of Klein, and he instinctively reached out to catch it.
"Here, usually at times like this, a Seer would choose to have a divination of fate!"
Leyton threw out a gold coin and said with a somewhat chuunibyou tone.
Klein felt his face darken with black lines, suppressing the urge to throw the gold coin at the other person's face, he nodded gently and said:
"I will consider it."
"If the topic of the apocalypse hadn't come up just now, I would have preferred them to live out their lives happily as ordinary people."
"Actually, on the Sequence pathway, as long as you don't go to higher levels, you can completely become an elite in a certain industry and live out your life with a better standard of living."
Leyton offered his different understanding.
Klein tilted his head slightly, looking out the window, and said in a calm and helpless voice:
"Once one becomes a Beyonder, under the influence of the characteristics, the probability of actively or passively encountering various Beyonder events will greatly increase."
"But don't you have me?"
"And don't forget, when Beyonder events occur, what is the death rate for ordinary people, and what is the death rate for Beyonders?"
Leyton retorted.
The two fell silent again until the undead chef in the kitchen brought out the prepared dishes, one by one, filling the air with their fragrant aromas.
City of Silver.
Derrick had just handed the Worm of Time that Amon used to parasitize him to the Chief and reminded him that the members of the exploration team might have been corrupted by the True Creator.
Back in his home, Derrick sat by the old wooden table, pondering whether he should do something to make the corrupted members of the exploration team expose their peculiarities on their own.
Only by proving that everything he said was true would His Excellency the Chief believe him to a greater extent.
Derrick, who had not yet figured out what to do, suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked with some bewilderment and doubt.
A voice filled with laughter came from outside the door:
"It's me, Darc. The exploration team has been released from isolation. Weren't you very curious about our experiences this time?"
Darc? Derrick's mind conjured up the other person's usual appearance, and then he recalled what the other person looked like when he last saw him.
Derrick suddenly shivered, a chill rushing to his scalp.
Why is he coming to find me? Having just been released from isolation, shouldn't he go home first?
In an instant, many doubts arose in Derrick's mind.
Whoosh! Derrick turned his head to look out the window, wanting to alleviate his nervousness.
At this time, the frequency of lightning outside had dropped to its lowest, with only one lightning bolt streaking across the sky every one or two minutes, illuminating the air. For the rest of the time, City of Silver was in deep darkness.
However, as a Light Supplicant, Derrick inherently possessed a certain light attribute. Inside City of Silver, even if he was in darkness from time to time, there wouldn wouldn't be too much danger.
So, when he was alone, he didn't have the habit of lighting candles.
Derrick took out a candle from a wooden box, rubbed his fingers lightly, created a golden-yellow flame, and lit the candle.
The room instantly filled with dim yellow light, accompanied by a faint, pungent aroma.
Thump thump thump! The door was knocked again by Darc.
He wasn't like this before; he was very polite... A strong sense of sadness suddenly welled up in Derrick's heart.
Placing the lit candle in the center of the table, Derrick took a deep breath, and with intense vigilance, opened the door.
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