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Boom!
A silver-white bolt of lightning, imbued with a tangible aura of tyrannical destruction, directly pierced through the basement and landed on the black puddle, instantly eroding it away.
As the silver-white lightning dissipated, only a large charred pit remained, surrounded by slowly converging, constantly appearing brass-colored faint glows.
A figure wrapped in a gale descended into the pit. His thick hair flared in the strong wind, intertwined with flickering strands of silver-white.
In the Dock District, Klein, who had been observing the changes in the sky's clouds from his hotel room, felt a subtle reaction in his spirituality.
"It's over already? I wonder if the Amon here was cleaned up by the Lord of Storms."
After pondering for a moment, Klein decided to perform a divination first before deciding whether to go to the Gray Fog.
Given that it involves Amon and an existence like the Lord of Storms, my divination will definitely be inaccurate. I need to rely on the power of a third party, and it must be someone skilled in divination.
As he pondered, information about the Seven Lights of the Spirit World naturally surfaced in Klein's mind. "Yellow Light" Venithan was a symbol in the field of astrology, and his divination ability might be the most powerful among the Seven Lights.
Having decided on his target for help, Klein quickly turned back to his bedroom, rummaged for ritual materials, and began to set up a simple ritual on the floor.
"The gem corresponding to '"Yellow Light"' Venithan is an emerald, and I don't have anywhere to find one right now. I can only substitute it with the Evernight Goddess's nightshade essential oil. I hope '"Yellow Light"' doesn't mind."
He muttered to himself, then casually rubbed his fingers together, creating a few flames to light the candles arranged on the ground, before dripping a few drops of nightshade essential oil and hydrosol into them.
The entire room was instantly filled with the scent of nightshade, naturally soothing one's emotions and spirit. Klein placed the mirror in his hand in front of the candles, then stepped back and chanted in ancient hermes:
"The never-fading Light of the Spirit World, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the Yellow of reason and adaptability."
"I implore you for help;"
"I implore for the power of divination."
No sooner had he finished his prayer and before he could state the question he wanted to divine, Leyton saw the surrounding light suddenly dim, the candlelight becoming profoundly deep, flickering with the swirling wind.
The figure of a thin old man in a lemon-yellow robe with a long white beard suddenly appeared in the mirror placed on the ground.
He smiled gently and bowed to Klein, greeting him:
"Good afternoon, Your Highness!"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Venithan. Let's just use normal addresses, no need to be too polite."
Klein also bowed to the other party and greeted him.
With his previous experience facing "Red Light" Aiur Moria, he appeared very calm and composed when facing ""Yellow Light"."
"Your Highness, what would you like to inquire about? Or divine?"
"Yellow Light" Venithan asked naturally after they exchanged greetings.
Klein glanced at the thick dark clouds outside the window, which hadn't completely dispersed, and said with a somewhat solemn voice:
"What just happened in Bayam? Is it completely over?"
In the mirror, "Yellow Light" Venithan's eyes seemed to deepen for an instant, as if sifting through information from the Spirit World.
After only a moment, his eyes became clear again, and he nodded slightly to Klein before saying:
"Your Highness, just now your friend and Amon stole the Church of the Lord of Storms's Cathedral of Waves in Bayam."
"The Lord of Storms sent down divine punishment, destroying most of Amon's avatars throughout the Rorsted Archipelago, but he failed to recover the stolen Cathedral of Waves."
They stole the Cathedral of Waves? What good does that do them? To provoke the Lord of Storms? It sounds a bit ridiculous, but why does it also feel quite normal? Klein couldn't maintain Gehrman Sparrow's cold expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Taking a deep breath, he regained control of his expression, then pressed on:
"How did they do it? And what's the point of stealing the Cathedral of Waves?"
"Yellow Light" Venithan shook his head slightly, responding calmly:
"Amon is the Ancient Sun God's second child, born with the uniqueness of the Error pathway. Theft and deception are what he excels at. Whether it's concrete objects or abstract concepts, as long as they exist, he can steal them. His deception can even fool natural laws and inherent rules."
"He naturally enjoys adventure and seeks excitement. To him, this might just be an interesting thing."
"The Ancient Sun God left a prophecy when he was born: He is the God of Cunning, the God of Mischief, and 'the Light when the apocalypse arrives.'"
"Except for the last sentence, which no one has correctly interpreted to this day, the first two have been fully manifested in Amon."
This is a giant mischievous child, and a very powerful one at that, the kind that most people can't do anything about. Klein made an assessment in his heart.
"Yellow Light" Venithan's voice continued to come from the mirror:
"From what I've observed, your friend did some guiding in this matter."
"Because of some abnormal changes in fate, he encountered Amon. To get rid of Amon and also solve the problem of that Die of Probability, he suggested to Amon to steal the Cathedral of Waves."
I just rescued him from the witches, and then he immediately ran into Amon. What kind of absurd luck is this? Klein sighed slightly in his heart, then asked in confusion:
"Die of Probability?"
"Also, Amon agreed so easily? He couldn't possibly have failed to see through Alista Tudor's True intentions, could he?"
"Yellow Light" Venithan nodded gently, explaining to Klein in an unhurried voice:
"That is a Sealed Artifact held by the Life School of Thought, an item evolved from the uniqueness of the Wheel of Fortune pathway. It possesses the ability to manipulate the probability of every event and has certain living characteristics."
"As for Amon, as long as the matter is interesting enough and appealing enough to him, he won't mind following the other party's ideas to take certain actions."
"They had the favoritism of fate, Magnifying the probability of successfully stealing the Cathedral of Waves to the extreme."
"Although subsequent mutual confrontation prevented them from escaping the scene in time, after enduring a round of the storm's wrath and divine punishment, they ultimately escaped Bayam."
They withstood a round of divine punishment and successfully escaped Bayam. Did the Lord of Storms go easy on them, or is their luck truly that absurd?
After hesitating for a moment, Klein continued to ask:
"Are there still any of Amon's avatars in Bayam?"
"No, there won't be any more of Amon's avatars throughout the Rorsted Archipelago for a short time. Even if the Church of the Lord of Storms's people can't discover items parasitized by Amon, the Lord of Storms will personally patrol this sea area."
"Your Highness, you need to pay attention to that Die of Probability. I couldn't ascertain specific information when the Lord of Storms sent down divine punishment, but after that, that dice underwent some subtle changes. It is still alive, but it is no longer its original self."
"Yellow Light" Venithan shook his head slightly, and after answering Klein's question, he reminded him solemnly.
"No longer its original self?" Klein murmured thoughtfully.
"Yellow Light" Venithan still shook his head:
"This is an intuition; even I, as one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, cannot observe more."
"I understand." Klein nodded with a slight frown, then asked:
"Has Alista Tudor escaped Amon now?"
In the somewhat dim mirror, "Yellow Light" Venithan's eyes deepened again for an instant, then he calmly answered Klein's question:
"Not yet. Amon seems very interested in him; they are still in a tug-of-war."
"Thank you for your answer."
Klein nodded gently, bowing politely to the other party in thanks.
"It is my honor."
"Yellow Light" Venithan bowed slightly to Klein in the mirror, then his figure dispersed, actively severing the connection with the ritual.
Hoo~ Klein let out a long breath, then gently rubbed his fingers, creating small air bullets that directly extinguished the still quietly burning candles.
It seems no matter what ritual I use to establish contact with the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, they will directly descend to respond to me. Is this what it feels like to borrow someone else's prestige?
However, the Die of Probability is actually a Sealed Artifact managed by the Life School of Thought, and it evolved from the uniqueness of the Fate pathway. It must be very important to Will Auceptin. I have a premonition that I'll be dreaming again tonight.
After sighing to himself for a moment, Klein began to clean up the remnants of the ritual.
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