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Is this due to a curse or some other reason?
But the "cross-dressing expert" surprisingly didn't look bad; no, to be fair, he looked quite good… Klein's thoughts drifted a bit as he pondered.
He lightly tapped his forehead, put away all the materials related to the wanted posters on the table, and decided to wait another fifteen minutes.
If no one came to him for a divination, he would first return to Blackthorn Security Company and inform the captain of the divination results and his conjectures about the Instigator, Tris.
To be honest, with the 500 pounds he received from Mr. Emperor, Klein no longer cared as much about divination fees of just a few Soli as he did before.
However, this kind of salaried work, which allowed him to earn extra money and fulfill the acting requirements for digesting the potion, was very much to Klein's liking.
Moreover, the spiritual materials purchased in the underground market were extremely expensive, forcing Klein, who wanted to make amulets for Benson and Melissa, to yield to reality.
This idea was not groundless; yesterday morning, he had seen the past hiding place of the Antigonus family's notebook based on a dream revelation.
He then found the body of Katy Bieber and confirmed that the notebook was now in the possession of Ray Bieber, who was suspected to be a descendant of the Antigonus family, though his whereabouts were currently unknown.
Furthermore, a strange power had interfered with his "divination," and Ray Bieber's disappearance also made Klein worry about his family's safety, as he was considered an anomaly who had not died after coming into contact with that notebook.
Before Klein could think further, the door of the divination room was suddenly knocked upon, and Angelica from the Divination Club walked in and said softly:
"Mr. Moretti, someone is here to see you for a divination."
At this point, she quietly added:
"It's Mr. Glacis, who came to you for a divination last time."
Klein was momentarily stunned, then, following his spiritual intuition, he looked at Glacis, who was wearing a monocle outside the door. He seemingly casually pinched his forehead and lightly tapped his glabella twice, noticing that Glacis's health aura had returned to normal.
A clear look of joy suddenly appeared on Glacis's face. He rushed a few steps to Klein's front and said gratefully:
"Good morning, Mr. Moretti. I was just thinking and worrying if you wouldn't be here today."
Klein first nodded to Ms. Angelica, then looked at this gentleman, who could be considered his first repeat customer, and said with a smile:
"This is also my job, but I must say, we truly have a connection, Mr. Glacis. You seem to have completely gotten rid of your illness?"
Glacis looked at the closed door, sat by the table with the compass, and exclaimed:
"Yes, I really regretted not listening to your advice at the time. Thankfully, thankfully, there's a very skilled Apothecary near my home. He gave me a quite miraculous potion, which saved me from Death."
As a prospective member of the Nighthawks team, Klein, with his keen professional sensitivity, counter-questioned:
"A very skilled Apothecary? A quite miraculous potion?"
Miraculous? How miraculous? Does it fall within the Beyonder category?
"He said it was a folk remedy from Lenberg. Anyway, it helped my condition a lot," Glacis replied, not sensing anything unusual.
Folk herbalist? Klein tapped his glabella as if in thought:
"What's his name? Where does he live? You know, a Diviner can't guarantee they won't get sick, and perhaps in the future, I'll need to buy potions from him."
Klein, who had already read many ancient texts, knew that the modern medical system in this world was just beginning to take shape, and there was almost no cure for many diseases.
Therefore, miraculous potions and skilled Apothecaries had a large market, and even the Church might need them. Thus, learning about them wouldn't be wrong; perhaps he would need them someday.
Glacis replied frankly:
"His name is Lawson Darkwill. He has a small shop at 18 Vlad Street in East Borough, called 'Lawson's Folk Herbal Medicine Shop.'"
"Thank you," Klein said sincerely, making a mental note. He planned to go check it out in the afternoon if he had time. If it wasn't expensive, he could buy some for emergencies.
Vlad Street, East Borough, Tingen, Lawson's Folk Herbal Medicine Shop.
The plump Apothecary, Darkwill, slumped in his recliner, suddenly sneezed. Looking at the bright sunlight outside, he rubbed his nose and muttered softly:
"Why do I feel like my luck will be bad today? Sigh, neither Tingen nor Enmat Harbor has the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring. When can I advance to Beast Tamer?"
"I haven't been able to contact my teacher recently, which really makes me feel insecure. Once I earn enough extra money, I'll go to Backlund. I hope everything goes smoothly."
At this moment, he was wearing attire similar to a rural witch doctor's, a deep black robe embroidered with various strange symbols, which complemented the peculiar herbs behind him.
Darkwill shifted to a more comfortable position and lazily called out towards the back door where herbs were piled:
"Shermin, don't go collecting herbs today. Hmm, just collect more mummy powder."
"Huh? Teacher, are you making those aphrodisiacs again?" A delicate young man with messy hair walked out, his tone somewhat helpless.
Darkwill nearly fell off his chair, correcting his cheap Apprentice's statement exasperatedly:
"You brat, what are you saying? Those are just potions that satisfy both men and women."
Looking at Shermin, who smiled sheepishly and kept nodding, Darkwill closed his eyes with a sense of weariness. He finally understood how his teacher, Roy King, felt when he taught him.
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Above the dark gold mist, Aaron sat expressionlessly on the throne, his spirituality extending to the flickering prayer light points.
Although he had successfully found and entered the passage with the guidance of "Orange Light" Hillarion, the sensation was mutual. He had sensed the aura of the Tenebrous World, and the "Dark Side of the Universe" must have eventually sensed the aura of the Nation of Disorder.
It was hard to say what this master of the Abyss would do. Although the passage had disappeared, this did not guarantee Cavendish's safety.
Even without these, the Forsaken Land of the Gods itself had an extremely high danger level. That was the True Creator's base camp, and furthermore, Amon's true body might be in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Amon had exploited a loophole by wielding the Uniqueness of a King of Angels, using an incomplete Error authority, to silently enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
And to what extent being chased into the Forsaken Land of the Gods by a Sequence 0 corrupted by Sefirah and an Outer God would affect things, Aaron could not know. He could only remain in the Nation of Disorder and act according to circumstances.
But from another perspective, if the "Abyss" passage was truly sealed off by the "Dark Side of the Universe," Amon's subsequent actions would also be somewhat affected, which was a small comfort.
Just as Aaron frowned in thought, the prayer light point seemed to break through some restriction. The light brightened, accompanied by illusory prayer sounds. Without hesitation, Aaron, who had re-contained the Black Emperor card within him, extended his spirituality towards the prayer light point.
The barren plain, riddled with ravines and swallowed by eternal night, suddenly split open with a fissure, from which Cavendish, with some black viscous liquid adhering to his body, leaped out.
He unhesitatingly summoned the historical projection of the "Sun Chaser Scepter," fully activating it to erode the corrupting power that clung to him like a maggot, while simultaneously chanting the honorific name of "Lord of Order" in his heart.
Even though he was in an extremely poor state, looking at the pitch-black night sky and the occasional flashes of lightning that illuminated everything, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Within the Nation of Disorder, under various conditions, Aaron's Beyonder characteristic was infinitely close to that of an Angel. Fully activating the "Sun Chaser Scepter," brilliant light condensed into a blazing white Angel with twelve pairs of wings on its back, flying into Cavendish's prayer light point.
Cavendish felt every one of his Spirit Body Threads bathed in pure light. The corrupting power, which had been like a maggot clinging to his bones, was rapidly expelled from his body, making him feel even more reverent in his heart.
In stark contrast to Cavendish's feelings, Aaron frowned. Even though fate had been grafted and transferred by the "Fortune Stealer" charm, how could this level of corruption be so easily stripped away?
One should know that the previous corrupting corruption that had infiltrated, even within the Nation of Disorder, had taken him some effort to strip and seal. Immediately, Aaron's expression changed as he helped with the purification.
The terrifying corrupting corruption on Cavendish's body was not so much stripped away by the purifying power of the "Sun Chaser Scepter" as it was actively detaching itself.
A mass of shadowy, filthy liquid detached from Cavendish's body and instantly plunged into the fissure in the barren plain that was about to heal. Aaron realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.
As if providing coordinates for some existence, the barren plain began to twist bizarrely. The fissure was forcibly widened by tentacles emanating infinite corrupting aura, and the foul aura began to erode the plain.
Damn it, a persistent ghost!
Aaron in the Nation of Disorder and Cavendish in the Forsaken Land of the Gods cursed almost simultaneously. The difference was that Aaron raised his hand, and his spirituality surged into the Evernight imprint.
Although Aaron could also tell Cavendish the Evernight Goddess's true name, that would only make him disappear silently into the Darkness. If it were outside, Aaron might have found a way to retrieve Cavendish.
But this was the Forsaken Land of the Gods; who knew where he would end up after being swallowed by Darkness? Aaron had no choice but to intervene personally, using the power of the Evernight imprint as a medium to leverage the scattered Evernight divine power in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, secretly eliminating Cavendish's aura and traces.
Aaron had no intention of continuing to contend with the "Dark Side of the Universe." Causing such a commotion in someone else's territory, the True Creator might arrive immediately. If he got trapped, there would truly be nowhere to run.
Cavendish was even more direct. After a familiar "Leodero," a silver lightning storm descended, and Cavendish's historical projection instantly vanished.
Cavendish, now free from corruption, appeared at the edge of the plain. A dark gold mist flashed and disappeared before his eyes, and the Darkness, seemingly harboring unspeakable things, rapidly surged towards him.
"No need to be nervous, this will help you eliminate traces…"
A majestic voice appeared beside his ear. Cavendish, who had been poised to strike, suppressed the instinctive unease that surged in his heart, watching as the Darkness enveloped him, leaving an unreal mark on his palm.
Even in danger, Cavendish was stunned for a moment. Although there were slight differences, he could confirm that it was the Holy Emblem of the Evernight Goddess!
Could it be... Cavendish, who instantly made many connections, did not stop his hand movements and fled at the fastest speed towards the optimal direction indicated by his spiritual feedback.
After concealing Cavendish's aura and traces, Aaron withdrew his spirituality. Looking at the silver storm that finally appeared in the prayer image, he finally relaxed his nerves.
The infiltrating power of the "Dark Side of the Universe" would naturally be dealt with by the True Creator; it had nothing to do with him. However, Cavendish would need to be even more careful from now on.
Less than two minutes after Cavendish was granted the hidden state, and while the lightning storm had not yet completely subsided, a cross-shaped phantom that filled the sky appeared.
The Hanged Man figure on the giant cross then faded, spreading into a curtain of shadows that connected the sky above and the earth below. The entire Forsaken Land of the Gods was plunged into Darkness, and the occasional flashes of lightning that had crossed the sky also disappeared. Behind the curtain, a pair of indifferent eyes seemed to be watching the entire world.
The corrupting aura, which had diminished considerably in the lightning storm, became full again, yet it was clearly distinct.
As the True Creator, who also wielded the authorities of corruption and corruption, the corruption from the Abyss itself did not concern Him. However, it was mixed with other auras that He found utterly detestable.
The indifferent pupils behind the shadow curtain rotated slightly. The profound Darkness, like a flood from an open sluice gate, spread and submerged the entire plain, and silver-white electric arcs reappeared.
This was the "Herding" authority of the Hanged Man Pathway. As a True God, the True Creator could herd Beyonder characteristics and even Uniquenesses from other Pathways, thereby using corresponding Beyonder abilities or divine authorities.
Although the Forsaken Land of the Gods did not have those Beyonder characteristics or Uniquenesses, He adopted a more direct method, which was to directly herd and control those residual divine powers.
This was also due to the Forsaken Land of the Gods' isolation; although those divine powers retained their strength, they were in a state without a God to control them and could be herded for a short time.
However, there were many restrictions. For example, when the Evernight Goddess interfered with the Forsaken Land of the Gods using the Death Uniqueness, she could no longer continue herding.
The barren plain was covered by viscous shadows. The original fissure was completely submerged, and the furious roars carrying boundless foul aura were consequently isolated.
The barren plain was enveloped by a layer of shadow curtain. Accompanied by the sound of "tap," "tap," "tap" footsteps, a figure slowly approached, stopping on a high mountain at the edge of the plain, quickly outlining a clear silhouette.
That was an individual with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and scars around his mouth, dressed in a deep black clerical robe. Outwardly, he appeared to be a considerably aged priest or bishop.
However, his deep brown eyes were profound and calm, unlike the mad, bloodthirsty, and soulless Monsters in the depths of Darkness.
But in this environment, which had completely fallen into night, this clergyman neither carried a beast-skin lantern nor lit a flame, simply walking quietly within the thin mist.
As a waiter beside the True Creator's throne, this "Angel of Holy Word" Steph, whose status was second only to "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros, slowly prostrated himself, seemingly listening to a divine revelation.
A few seconds later, the shadow curtain that covered the entire Forsaken Land of the Gods disappeared, and the lightning in the Darkness reappeared.
The clerical robe on the prostrate "Angel of Holy Word" Steph transformed into black liquid and vanished. His figure instantly expanded to four meters tall.
Behind him, dark, illusory feathers emerged, interweaving light and shadow to form four pairs of profound yet sacred wings.
A devout voice resonated, each word seemingly elevating in level and power:
"I will walk this land of corruption on Your behalf, pursuing the blasphemers lurking in the Darkness!"
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