Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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In the dark sewer, figures finally found the scene of Lanevus's death. Some of them were wearing thick black windbreakers, while others were wearing stylishly designed and well-cut military-like uniforms.
The leader was Creste Sesima, who was holding a pure bone sword. His red gloves were stained with dust, and his resolute face showed obvious fatigue and weakness. They stopped a few meters away from the corpse and used dark vision to see Lanevus's body and his head on the wall.
There were two tarot cards stuck on the head, one was "The Emperor" and the other was "The Wheel of Fortune". The headless body was covered with more cards, depicting "The Chariot Drawn by the Victor", "The Hermit in a Robe Holding a Lamp", "The Death Riding a White Horse in Armor", and more Holy Grail Number Cards, Wand Number Cards, etc.
On the surrounding walls and on the ground, there are also tarot cards such as "Devil", "Sun", and "Judgement" inserted or lying.
All of this looked like the scene of some strange ritual, and Lanevus was the one destined to be sacrificed.
Creste Sesima took a breath silently and frowned tightly. The extraordinary people around him were temporarily unable to recover from the shock of this terrifying and mysterious scene in the dark environment.
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Two o'clock passed quietly, and the joy of successfully connecting with the fellow villager was gradually diluted by the fatigue and sleepiness after the fierce battle. After the two chatted for a few more sentences, Klein remembered the strange badge he touched from Lanevus. With the mentality that it would not lose anything to ask, he took out the eyeball-sized badge with a hidden symbol from his pocket, put it in his palm and handed it to the other party, asking curiously: "Excuse me, do you know what this is? I got it by chance."
Obtained by chance? Edward picked up the badge, turned it half a circle, and saw a circle of ancient Hermetic words written on the back: "Hold this item, you can join."
"I do know about this thing, but this is the first time I've seen it in person." It was of no use to him, so Edward returned it to Klein and patiently explained, "This is a secret organization, a self-help association created to avoid Amon, but they rarely succeed."
Avoid Amon? What is Amon? Self-help association? Klein suddenly became more curious: "Can you tell me in detail?"
"You can think of Amon as a harmful substance that often appears around you silently, and in groups." Thinking of some not-so-good memories, Edward sighed, "He is good at unreasonable pranks and thefts, stealing everything from luck to fate. The more you fear Him and want to escape from Him, the more excited Amon will be. This badge represents the "Fate Hermit Society", which contains poor people who avoid Amon out of fear. What's even more pitiful is that they can't escape fate no matter how hard they try, and Amon still likes this hunting game very much."
Lanevus was indeed a thief, so this accidental thing means that it was just taken off Lanevus's body?
His soul tastes good too.
Thinking back, I have encountered Amon quite a few times in the past 9 years. The Amon specimens I have on hand, from small to large, have been arranged into a complete set of 4- thief potions. However, it is obviously not a wise move to fight the King of Thieves Angels now, so I cleaned the surroundings carefully every time, leaving no trace of mysticism.
Why is this description so... bitter and full of hatred, the angel predecessor was also persecuted by Amon? No, no, no, wait a minute, what did He just say? Did He also call Amon "He"? Klein blurted out: "Amon is an angel?"
"Yes, he is the Angel King of the Thief pathway." The angel present readily admitted it. Seeing Klein's bewildered expression, He added considerately, "The Angel King is a special existence in Sequence One of this pathway, possessing unique or two or more Sequence One characteristics."
Wait, wait, the "Fate Hermit Society" part is over? Angel King, I still don't understand! What is uniqueness? And why should there be more than two copies of Sequence One? When you are promoted, you don't say that you need to drink more potions of other sequences? Senior, please speak slower, I don't understand! These are all precious mystical knowledge that cannot be bought with money!
Klein tried desperately to remember these words, feeling mixed emotions and happiness. He felt he had gained something by hearing them. In the past, he could only envy Russell and those who read diaries to get free knowledge of the occult. Now, he can also get knowledge from his fellow countrymen and seniors!
"By the way." Edward changed the subject, "You are a fortune teller, and you are on a similar path to Amon. You have to be careful when you reach a higher sequence."
High Sequence? I don't have such lofty ambitions yet. Klein nodded and secretly complained, but after the "Generalist" and "Secret Peer", he also learned about his adjacent path, which was already a pleasant surprise.
"You didn't ask me what the adjacent pathway is... You're only Sequence 8, but you know a lot about the mysticism."
Edward thought for a moment, "Did you find this in Roselle's diary? It seems I should collect his diary as well. The diary is fragmentary, and a lot of it involves secrets that are blocked by the church and prohibited from being spread in any form. I've been looking for him for a long time, but I can't find him anywhere. Maybe his diary will really contain some clues."
An inexplicable bleakness enveloped Klein. Indeed, many cults believed that Roselle was not dead, and even became a hidden god, so they secretly worshipped him and spread these beliefs... Could the angel fellow be one of them? If possible, he would like to have a good chat with the angel fellow about Roselle, but it was too late now. Klein could hardly open his eyes. "I hope you can get what you want soon. It's late, and I think I should go back. How can I contact you in the future?"
"If you want to come and see me, go to No. 5 King Street in Cherwood District. That's where I live. Whenever I'm in Backlund, I basically live there." Edward said, "It's nice to talk to you. Goodbye."
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Accompanied by long whistle and rhythmic lever and roller sounds, the steam train running at night slowly slid along the track into the dim station. The station staff yawned as they directed the train to enter the station. The doors of several carriages opened one after another, and cold wind poured into the high temperature interior. The awakened tourists opened their eyes and took a look at the platform. When they saw that it was not their destination, they stammered and curled up to take a nap. The passengers who arrived at the station got off the train one after another. Everything was quiet and orderly.
A young man with short dark grey hair stepped out of the carriage, his breath turning into white steam in the early morning of late autumn. He carried a suitcase in each hand, one was a brown suitcase that was so old that the leather was worn out, and the other was a popular style, with brand new leather tightly wrapped around the edges to prevent it from being damaged by bumps.
There was a small rag doll hanging on its handle, with a happy smile embroidered on its rosy face. A girl with golden brown hair got off the car behind the young man. She was wearing a new skirt made from old clothes and looked around curiously.
"Alia, this is Backlund. I'm sorry to trouble you to travel in this cold night. Please put on your scarf and coat."
"No, it's okay. Thank you for coming to see me off. The night ticket is 30% off. I would have chosen the same thing if I were alone."
Richard waited for the girl to come to his side, and then they walked quickly towards the exit. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, not only did you successfully enter Backlund University, but you were also exempted from one year's tuition because of your excellent grades. You can try to get a scholarship and save up for future tuition. Of course, Backlund University brings together elites from all over the world, so you don't have to force yourself. The tuition is not expensive, and we can help you complete your studies."
"No, I'm an adult and can earn a salary with my own strength and knowledge!"
The thin girl refused immediately. She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the fact that she was able to enter the university proved that she was already eighteen years old. Years of malnutrition and extremely hard study almost ruined her body. Alia replied: "I can work and study. I don't need you, Mr. Richard, and others to continue spending money on me!"
"Okay, I'll leave you a letter of recommendation. If you need a job, go to the East District to find Maria. She's our comrade." Seeing that Alia was about to refuse again, Richard blinked and spoke first, "Maria is a very strict person. She won't let you be lazy. Besides, you still have to study. If you do odd jobs, she can arrange a position for you as soon as possible."
Alia looked up at Richard, as if she wanted to say something, but she lost her temper and obeyed the arrangement obediently: "Thank you."
"You're welcome. The steam train is delayed for an hour. I will take you to Backlund University tomorrow afternoon. But first, we need to solve the problem of tonight's accommodation..." Richard looked around. There were no hotels open on both sides of the deserted street. Something special happened. The hotel he had originally booked was near the East District, but it suddenly closed early this afternoon and the reservation was returned. There are very few hotels that are open at night. If this continues, he will soon be caught by the patrolling police. Will he have to stay at the police station tonight?
When he was at a loss, he suddenly saw an owl standing on a tree by the roadside, sleeping with its eyes closed.
This bird...
Richard pulled Alia behind him and tentatively called out to the dozing owl in a low voice: "Teacher?"
The owl closed its eyes and turned its head 180 degrees, leaving Him with a furry back of its head.
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After saying goodbye to his fellow villager, Klein left quickly and walked quickly towards the East District in the shadow of the gas street lamps.
It was not until he entered the East District and arrived at Black Palm Street that he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, in the one-bedroom house he rented, he quickly performed a ritual of summoning himself and responding to himself. In his spiritual state, Klein moved all the clothes he was going to wear tonight, the remaining talismans, herbs, essential oils, and the badge he got from Lanevus to the gray fog, and burned the corresponding clues with spiritual flames.
He was in no hurry to return to Minsk Street, planning to sleep until the next morning before leaving. With the noise tonight, any rash action would easily attract investigation.
Finally lying on the bed, Klein looked out the window at the night with the moonlight fading, and his heart gradually calmed down. After completing the initial revenge, he felt that he had unloaded a huge burden and got rid of a lot of depression. Compared with the previous period of time, his mental state was obviously much better.
“Ince Zangwill, Sealed Artifact 0-08, and the huge terrifying shadow that appeared in Tingen are not something I can handle at the moment. The gap between them and me is too big. Only by becoming a High-Sequence Warrior, a demigod-like existence, can I be qualified to get involved in this matter… Before I advance to Sequence 4, I will pretend that they don’t exist…”
"My goal for a long time to come is to work hard to improve myself. I have now completely digested the 'Joker' potion. Once I have gathered all the extraordinary materials, I will be able to be promoted to 'Magician'. After that, there are 'Faceless Man', 'Puppet Master', and the corresponding Sequence 4, whose name I don't know yet."
"Other than that, be a normal detective."
Klein felt peaceful, and his thoughts wandered as he thought about his plans for the next period of time. He was no longer so impatient, and no longer so depressed.
As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he muttered to himself silently:
"Captain, Benson, Melissa, you should like to see me like this..."
TBC
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By the way, I don’t know if anyone has noticed that the famous quote “The taste of witches is really good” happened on the second day of the timeline, which was just seen at the Tarot meeting, but I made a joke and moved it forward! Hehe!
(End of this chapter)