Count Mistral spoke, his blood-red eyes subtly shifting, and Baron Cosmi, standing beside Emlyn, immediately understood, casting an envious glance at Emlyn before bowing and retreating.
"The Ancestor's Revelation?" Emlyn's attention was instantly captured by those words, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief, almost muttering to himself, "Could the Ancestor's Revelation have mentioned me?"
Count Mistral, who was about to continue speaking, was choked by Emlyn's somewhat bizarre train of thought. He looked at Emlyn and fell silent for a moment.
Back in the Berserk Sea, after joining Sharron to ambush the Rose School of Thought's "King of Blood Moon," Mistral had returned to the ancestral land to recuperate due to the influence of "King of Curses" Barranca and the sudden appearance of the Blood Moon obscuring the sky.
The so-called Ancestor's Revelation also appeared after the Blood Moon obscuring the sky phenomenon, but it wasn't a revelation received by him and Nibbs. Instead, it was received by the current true leader of the Sanguine, Duke "Purple Moon," who presides over the "Moon Kingdom"!
Even if the Duke's relayed Ancestor's Revelation was incomplete, all the content involved Backlund.
From the heavy coffin beside Mistral, a deep, ancient voice emerged:
"The Ancestor told us that the apocalypse is very near, so we must prepare for it, and you, Emlyn White, are one of the key figures in the Ancestor's Revelation."
Upon hearing Marquis Nibbs's words, Mistral's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say much. After Emlyn regained his composure, Nibbs's voice, with a self-contained booming echo, emanated through the thick, heavy black iron coffin lid:
"What you need to do now is find an opportunity to pray to the 'The Fool' mentioned in the Ancestor's Revelation."
"The Fool?" Emlyn looked a bit bewildered. Although he was a Sanguine who enjoyed dolls and neglected his duties, thanks to his long lifespan and the Sanguine's heritage, his knowledge of mysticism was extremely comprehensive, yet he had never heard of this hidden existence.
"You don't need to worry too much…" Noticing Emlyn's bewilderment and worry, Nibbs consoled him:
"Not all hidden existences are malicious. Among them, there are also types that abide by rules and enjoy transactions, for example, the seven pure lights in the Spirit World."
"Since the Ancestor gave such a revelation, it means that the potential danger brought by the 'The Fool' will not be too severe, or even none at all."
"And during this process, I will always be there to protect you."
Mistral remained silent, watching the young Sanguine man leave the basement with hesitation before slowly speaking:
"The Duke only showed the scene of the apocalypse descending, the erosion coming from the Crimson Moon, and mentioned the 'The Fool' and the corresponding honorific name."
"I've observed that Sanguine just now, and there's nothing special about him. You…."
Nibbs Odora suddenly chuckled:
"You haven't returned to Backlund in a long time, so you might not know that this Emlyn has been clamoring to find other help. So, this time, I'll fulfill his wish."
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On the azure sea, warm sunlight spilled down, and the "Golden Dream" radiated a golden glow, like a moving treasure.
The idle crew members of the "Golden Dream" left the deck one after another and came to the unnamed island where they were docked to light bonfires.
Gathered around, some roasted meat and fish, some guzzled wine, or danced to the songs of "Singer" Orpheus in an unconventional but lively manner. The atmosphere was extremely joyful.
Dunn Smith sat on the edge of the crowd, eating the roasted fish in his hand, his eyes constantly darting towards the "Golden Dream." Finally, he couldn't resist, poking Ferren Eddas with his elbow and whispering:
"Hey, why do you think the Captain made us all disembark? Who exactly is this distinguished guest?"
Slowly finishing the roasted fish in his hand, Ferren Eddas glanced at Dunn Smith, a smirk playing on his lips as he retorted:
"By the way, aren't you a newly promoted Sequence 6 Conspirer?"
"I heard that this is a Sequence that greatly enhances intelligence. Why don't you try to guess? And what does it have to do with you who the Captain wants to see?"
Taken aback, Dunn Smith snorted lightly, then stared blankly at the deck of the "Golden Dream."
Inside the "Golden Dream" captain's cabin, "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina Edwards sat at the back of a row of bookshelves, speaking calmly:
"That's how it is. Not only that key, but Groselle's Travels was also traded."
Sitting across from Edwina was an old man in a plain white robe with brass-colored threads woven into it.
His hair was completely white but meticulously combed, and his grey-green eyes were so deep that their bottom could not be seen. He was Archbishop Lucca Brewster of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
The Archbishop nodded gently, his wise eyes showing no great surprise as he spoke calmly:
"No matter, you handled this matter very well."
Edwina pondered for a moment, then asked:
"Archbishop, have you come here because of the 'Blood Moon Obscuring the Sky' phenomenon a few nights ago?"
Lucca Brewster slowly rose, his expression becoming serious as he looked at the bright sky outside the window, his voice slightly low:
"Once the gears of fate begin to turn, they cannot be stopped. We only need to do our part."
Waving his hand to interrupt Edwina's further questions, Lucca Brewster softened his tone and said with a smile:
"For us, this is both a challenge and an opportunity. The Council before God has included you in the list for advancement to Sequence 4. Perhaps before long, you will gain divinity, become a Demigod, and see a much wider world."
His words paused, a flash of light in his eyes as he turned his head to the east. At the same time, the crew members of the "Golden Dream" on the shore suddenly let out exclamations.
Awakened by the surrounding noise, Dunn Smith turned to look at the sea, his eyes somewhat fixated. He saw a ship painted entirely black, with a large white flag bearing a skull fluttering from its mast.
The skull had a pitch-black background, and its eye sockets burned with a faint blue flame.
"Black Death…" Dunn Smith murmured, vaguely seeing a figure in a white linen shirt and dark red overcoat appear at the bow of the ship.
She was a remarkably beautiful and spirited lady.
Her dark, alluring curly hair was piled high, wrapped in a white headscar. She wore well-fitted beige trousers, and her figure was slender yet graceful.
But what most captivated attention about this lady were her long, straight eyebrows and sharp, bright azure eyes.
As she looked around, her eyes would occasionally lose focus, appearing hazy and extraordinarily alluring.
Gasps of cold air sounded from all around. Dunn Smith suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back, but he also broke free from that state of enchantment.
After kicking Dunn Smith to the ground, Ferren Eddas, while waking up the other crew members, roared in a low voice:
"Quick, notify the Captain! 'Vice Admiral Ailment' is attacking!"
Just as the beach was in chaos, an ethereal glow emanated from the "Golden Dream." "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina Edwards appeared at the bow. The two female pirate admirals stared at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat stagnant for a moment.
And at a higher altitude, a figure was outlined. This was a lady whose exact age could not be discerned, wearing a simple, sacred white robe, with black hair and blue eyes, clear and beautiful, possessing an indescribable charm.
Lucca Brewster observed the highly captivating lady before him, remaining unaffected, and said indifferently:
"Katarina Pelle?"
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Backlund, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein looked at the clock on the wall; it was already 10 PM. Tomorrow was the last day of October. At the Council of Entropy tomorrow night, he had to try his best to get help, or at least gain more ways to escape in desperate situations.
Sighing softly, Klein looked at the viscous liquid on the table, which was black-green all over and occasionally slowly bubbled up with eye-sized bubbles.
The various colors of light refracted by the bubbles collectively outlined faces of different appearances, as if the facial features were randomly combined, dreamy and eerie.
Although he had ostensibly been working on Prince Edessak's commission these past few days, he had been secretly preparing for his advancement. And this afternoon, after obtaining the last main ingredient from Maric, his Faceless potion was finally prepared.
After using divination to confirm that the degree of harm was acceptable, Klein didn't hesitate. He locked the door and swiftly poured all the Faceless potion into his mouth.
A slightly tingling sensation resonated, then quickly spread throughout his body. His bones and skin felt as if they were dissolving in blood, wave after wave. Klein didn't know how long he endured until it finally ended, and he regained the feeling of his body belonging to himself.
Suddenly opening his eyes, he looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror not far away. His face and exposed skin were covered with dense, pale granulation tissue.
He immediately gasped, then quickly used "Meditation" to retract the overflowing spirituality and restore his body's abnormalities.
After a long while, Klein looked at the completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. After glancing at the deepening night, he lay down on the bed.
He had previously been invited by Dr. Aaron, and he still had to attend the "Charity Clinic" ceremony tomorrow. Since he had successfully advanced, he needed to rest quickly to recover his spirituality and avoid other Beyonders discovering his advancement.
Early in the morning, Klein was awakened by a knock on the door. After checking the time on his pocket watch, he walked to the door with a darkened face. As his hand touched the doorknob, the visitor's appearance popped into his mind.
Black hair and red eyes—it was Emlyn White.
Why is this guy looking for me so early? With some doubt in his heart, Klein casually pulled a gold coin from his shirt pocket, tossed it up, and after a simple divination, opened the door.
Emlyn looked at the somewhat tired Klein, paused, and then lowered his voice:
"What did you do last night? Why does your Spirit Body feel so chaotic right now?"
His cheek twitched slightly. Klein invited the Vampire gentleman into the living room and snorted lightly:
"If you had come an hour later, I might have rested better."
"Why aren't you at the Harvest Church? You still have time to come here."
Emlyn's expression stiffened. He stammered for a long time before slowly speaking:
"Mr. Private Investigator, you often deal with various intelligence and news. Have you ever heard of an evil god called 'The Fool'?"
An evil god? You… Klein almost swore in his mind.
Then, his pupils constricted as he reacted. After a moment of thought, he feigned confusion and asked in return:
"The Fool?"
"Where did you hear that name? There doesn't seem to be an existence called 'The Fool' among those hidden ones, does there?"
Emlyn's hopeful eyes immediately dimmed with a hint of melancholy. He sighed and casually explained:
"Last night, the Sanguine bigwigs summoned me. They said the Ancestor's Revelation mentioned me, and they also told me to pray to the 'The Fool'."
"If I'm the Sanguine's savior, why do I need all this trouble? Why don't they just help me remove the psychological cue directly?"
Watching the muttering, confused Emlyn, Klein's mouth twitched. He really wanted to say, "Are you sure they didn't trick you?" but he held back.
Who are the Sanguine bigwigs? Judging by Emlyn's tone, there should be more than one.
Isn't the Sanguine Ancestor the ancient god Lilith? Didn't she fall? How could she give a revelation now, and how is it related to me?
Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Klein's expression remained normal. Following the Vampire gentleman's words, he continued to ask:
"If that's the case, in this situation, why don't you consider your Sanguine, erm, the Sanguine Ancestor, the ancient god Lilith?"
"Since she gave a revelation, as long as the ritual is correct and the Worships are appropriate, she should help you remove the psychological cue."
Emlyn leaned back slightly, staring straight ahead, silent for several seconds.
He seemed to have become profound all of a sudden.
After a brief silence, he spoke in a low, slow voice:
"Before the Great Cataclysm, the Ancestor rarely responded to pleas. Only for some special matters might one receive her help, and that doesn't include removing psychological suggestions."
What is this? The Sanguine testing me? But how did my honorific name leak out?
Questions flashed through Klein's mind, and he and Emlyn both fell silent.
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St. Samuel Church in the North Borough. Leonard placed his red glove on the table and changed into a more solemn clerical robe. Looking at Bishop Electra before him, he asked helplessly:
"Bishop, do we still need to go to the ribbon-cutting ceremony?"
Bishop Electra, with his deep blue eyes and thin face, chuckled and nodded, looking subtly towards the depths of the church:
"Duke Aaron attaches great importance to today's ceremony. Not only supporters of the Church, but other great nobles might also attend."
"You are responsible for security. The tragedy of Duke Negan must never happen again!"
By the end, his tone had become extremely stern. Looking at the Red Gloves team who had already changed their attire, he finally added:
"Prince Edessak of the Royal Family will also attend the ceremony today. Do not intentionally neglect him because of previous conflicts with MI9."