Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

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"Beckram is dead? Died in Loen, assassinated by the Aurora Society?"

Intis, in a noble manor outside Trier, an old butler with mottled blond hair was reporting to his master. The other party was a young man who looked less than 30 years old, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the iconic red hair and green eyes of the former royal family of Soren. But the hair color was too dark for red, and it looked more like reddish brown in the dark, so it was obviously not a direct descendant.

"It's fine if he dies. He's just an ambassador. Did you get the manuscript of the second-generation difference engine that the intelligence department wanted?"

"No, it even exposed our purpose." The old butler half bowed and answered respectfully, "Ambassador, no, the former ambassador's mission failed successfully. The family members in the intelligence department are discussing countermeasures, and finally they decided to hand this matter over to you to handle."

"...If you're going to die, try to minimize the damage. You're such a loser that you're still causing trouble for others even after you die."

The young man sighed. "Loen will give an official explanation and conduct their own investigation. All we need to do is pretend. It's a waste of time to avenge him. You're putting the blame on me. Haven't those old men in the family regained the courage that was frightened away by my father?"

"My hereditary title has been stripped away, and I've given away most of my property and estates. I haven't had any plans to marry or have children to provoke them in all these years. What else do these guys want to squeeze out of me?"

"Lord Trener, be careful with your words." The old butler reminded, "The Archbishop of the Eternal Sun Church wants you to go there this afternoon because of this matter."

"...The church is looking for me and wants me to express my opinion again? No way, they are not going to escalate such a trivial matter as the ambassador being assassinated by the Aurora Society to the old grudges, are they?" Trena frowned unhappily, but relaxed again after a few seconds. "Well, the archbishop wants to renovate the sculptures and organ in the church recently. I will take 40% of the gold, spices and gems obtained from Balam. I will open up some connections first, so that the family will not take this opportunity to embarrass me. Things that can be solved with money are trivial. My biggest bargaining chip is the seat in the parliament, and I can't lose it."

"I am the War Bishop of the Sauron family, not a follower of the devil. The Archbishop and the church just want to hear me say this. I will not take care of this matter. I will find a young man to investigate and deal with it when the time comes."

"Okay." The old butler said, "Lord Ernst sent a secret report last night, hoping to get some winter supplies."

"Winter? That guy needs material assistance all year round." Trena waved his hand and turned to look at the garden outside the French window. "According to the practice of previous years, we will import cotton from Feysac through the purchase channel. We must try to keep the price as low as possible, and make up for the insufficient quantity from the plantation."

"That's it. Please help me pass the letter to the archbishop. Since I am asked to express my opinion, I will be more proactive and visit him this afternoon."

"Yes. Then I will help you turn down the hunting activity in the afternoon and the invitation to the dance party in the evening." The butler said, "Miss Elaine made an appointment to meet you two weeks ago at two o'clock this afternoon. Do you want to turn it down as well?"

"Elaine?... ah, it's her. I remember she is the least favored one among the side branches, and she will soon inherit the family business and go into business." Treanor recalled this smart relative, "There are not many children who can call me great-great-grandfather the first time they meet. Since we are both side branches, I have made a lot of initial investment in her. I will refuse and lend her my amulet. She needs security more than any concern."

"As you command. I'll send someone to notify Miss Elaine."

"That's all," Traynor said. "Go and arrange it."

79
On Monday, the bodyguard's employment ended. After a difficult period, Klein regained his freedom and ease.

Through Rosago's relics, the "World" dummy has been successfully deployed. At the beginning of the Tarot Club, several old members who saw new members joining showed obvious emotions. Miss "Justice" was a little curious and analyzed the personality characteristics of the new member with the state of the audience. Mr. "Sun" did not react much, just looked at it twice and then retracted his gaze, while Mr. "Hanged Man" showed tension and defensiveness in his body movements. He was observing and guessing the ability of the newcomer, trying to see if it would affect him...

Klein smiled slightly and issued a simple task, "Find Lanevus," before manipulating the dummy "World" to speak:
“Mr. Fool told me that I can issue tasks and collect materials here. Is that right?”

“Yes.” Miss Justice said with a sense of ownership and reserve, “But you must wait patiently. Next is the reading time that belongs exclusively to Mr. Fool.”

The Fool laughed in an unfathomable way. The Hanged Man, who had been observing secretly, noticed the god above him looking at him. He bowed humbly and said, “This time I’ll keep six pages of diary. I’ll give you the last page next time.”

Klein took the other party's six-page diary and looked down:

"On February 5, I had my third child. I named him Bonova. I gave him characteristics equivalent to a Sequence Beyonder. This lightened my burden, allowing me to digest potions faster and accelerate my promotion. As soon as he was born, he was already an 'astrologer' who could display various special abilities."

"Zaratul visited me secretly. I asked Him about the children's future, but He refused to explain anything! Really, fortune tellers' words are always so hard to understand. I really want to pry open their mouths and ask them clearly!"

"...I find it hard to believe that my lovely, kind-hearted Bernadette, who loves her brother, worships her father, and loves her mother, will hate me, despise me, and betray me in the future? No, Zaratul is not a prophet, and his divination cannot be fully trusted. Forget about this matter, Roselle!"

"..."

It seems to have a bit of the flavor of a melodramatic family drama... Klein complained as he pondered the information and turned the page thoughtfully:

"On May 22, Florent of the Soran family actually wanted me to be his subordinate! His attitude is simply unacceptable. I swear that I will make him pay for what he did today in the future."

“But some of the things he mentioned were really interesting.”

"The Soran family actually has a history of more than 2,000 years, which is earlier than the founding of the Artisan Church. Their long history has given them not only arrogance, but also many secrets and sealed objects. They are truly a behemoth standing on the ground that people dare not look directly at."

As Roselle cursed and thought about the Soran family and Florent, Klein flipped through the book happily.

"August 11th, that idiot Florent is showing off again." "He said he is the most promising person in this generation of the Soran family to achieve a high sequence, because he looks a lot like his great-great-grandfather. Is there any necessary connection? I look up and down, left and right, and I can't see where this guy has any talent. Besides, in the Beyonder realm, is talent important?"

"My fellow villager's recent situation has brought me a little joy. He has been favored by a young lady from the Sauron family, which gives him a headache and he doesn't know how to deal with it. But that young lady is only Sequence 6, and the Sauron family actually condones her behavior. Could it be that they think they can win me over through my fellow villager?"

"Haha! Dream on!"

"However, the main obstacle to reaching a high sequence is the difficulty of obtaining Beyonder materials and the trouble of performing the corresponding rituals. Of course, we must admit that those born Beyonders have more time to prepare."

"Floran's great-great-grandfather was a high-sequence expert? Does being like him mean you have talent?"

It seems that when Emperor Roselle wrote these diaries, he was still quite immature. I can roughly understand what Floran meant by "talented"... Klein nodded slightly. If this part of the content still made him feel relaxed, then the information implied in the following diaries shocked him. Sequence 1 above 0, the location of the true god, the blasphemous cards containing 22 paths, the path to becoming a god... Each of them is incredible information that can change the extraordinary world pattern if it is told, and shocking news that can cause a severe earthquake in the indestructible system of the church.

So, the reason why Emperor Roselle regretted not choosing "Fortune Teller", "Thief", and "Apprentice" was because the true gods of these three paths had not yet been born? Roselle's plot was bigger than I thought...

After reading all the diaries, Klein the Fool calmed down a bit and manipulated the World to join in free trade and discussion.

80
Edward sat on a bench in the street garden, holding a newspaper in his hand, browsing the latest information seemingly seriously but actually in a daze.

The first is the establishment of the Air Pollution Committee. The Kingdom of Loen has finally begun to pay attention to environmental pollution, but it is unknown how much effect this committee, which is composed of members of the Lower House, some nobles, anthracite merchants, and people with a certain social influence, can play. The second is about the recent serial murders. The number of victims is still in the single digits, and the police and the church have no clues. However, from the undisguised killings, it can be clearly seen that the purpose is to cause social panic.

Edward paid a little attention to this part, because the police and the church were obviously not as useful as the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics.

The third thing is that the Kingdom is preparing to pass the relevant regulations for the government employee examination. During this period, all newspapers, big and small, have been promoting this matter. Even Richard Ernst wrote a special letter - a sacrifice, mailing a letter costs money and wastes time - happily mentioning this "benefiting people" regulation. Because some young people in the foundation who have excellent grades and received education finally have another way to choose, and may have the opportunity to cross classes and have a better life and future.

Edward hit him succinctly: "Why is the king in such a hurry to make policies? Is this all you see?"

Richard replied sincerely: "Even if the big guys do these things just for themselves, it is a great thing for people."

All right. The demon and Outer God thought, not wanting to attack him further. Human thoughts are hard to understand, and this kind of pure human mind is even harder to understand. A little favor can make Him feel satisfied. After so long, He is still as simple-minded and easy to deal with as before.

More than half a month had passed since the God's Descent incident, and the spies in the Aurora Society should have passed on the information they had deliberately leaked. The allies went back in the next two days to check on the situation and see if it was a good time to return, and communicate with the main body to gradually transition their strength back to Sequence 7. Edward probably didn't have to worry about the affairs of the Aurora Society anymore, and he was happy to have some free time.

It was noon, and there were few people on the streets and in the park. He took a sip of the drink he had packed from the coffee shop, and suddenly heard a different yet very familiar prayer sound in his ears.

——What’s different is that this points to the “decayed king”.

"Roselle?" The former Earl of Intis Palace said to himself, "Another harassing call to me? It seems that He is in a good mental state today."

He answered the "phone call". A dark, deep, dilapidated scene appeared before him, and the interior of a huge building was vaguely visible. He saw a dark shadow sitting on the throne. Next to the emperor's hand was an irregular stone tablet covered with distorted shadows and text. His body was covered with red cracks, repeatedly torn and closed like an eye or the phases of the moon, and light green branches penetrated the shadow and bound him to the throne. The shadow looked dying and fragmented, but despite this, he still looked at the other side of the world with cold and majestic eyes.

——The one and only "Black Emperor" Russell Gustav!

The moment their eyes met, a frantic voice with a strong sense of hatred was directly inserted into Edward's mind. Unlike mumbling, this was an extreme and insane curse from a true God!
"Crazy angel, cold-blooded devil!"

Edward did not resist, so the container's instinctive self-defense was defeated in an instant. Bang! Half of his head exploded on the spot, and the ruptured blood vessels and shattered eyeballs flew in different directions. Blood splashed several meters away, and the flowers and plants stained with the angel's blood immediately mutated into evil and terrifying. After a few seconds, the blood vessels that were boiling to the point of almost exploding due to the Black Emperor's malicious spirit calmed down, and the resentful whispers echoing in Edward's mind completely subsided.

"My country has a tradition of burying loyal subjects alive since ancient times. My dearest executioner, when will you come to the grave to accompany me?"

His flesh and blood squirmed, but he was not in a hurry to repair himself, and he didn't even loosen or tighten his hand holding the newspaper.

"Isn't the relationship between us enough for you to greet me in a gentler way?" The Abyss Angel picked up the glasses that had fallen at his feet, wiped the blood off the plain lenses, put them on his bloody nose bridge which was less than half left, and smiled at the Black Emperor who was still looking at him with a cold and slightly crazy gaze, revealing a row of neat white teeth with the only half of his head.

"I like it very much," said the vessel of the decayed monarch. "Thank you."

TBC
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*Brief introduction of new characters:
Trena Thorn Vaughn. Edward's biological son, a branch of the Thorn family, a "war maniac". He is very handsome and changes girlfriends every month. He is arrogant and reserved. He is currently retired and lazy. He worships power but is afraid of his father. He is currently a Sequence 3 War Bishop and will not be promoted in the future. He is a kind of enemy Fors.

*Edward: (Reply) I am quite interested in your grave and really want to go there. Please tell me the address.

Roselle: (read but not replying) (blocked)
(End of this chapter)