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The light words penetrated the cover of gray fog and exploded throughout the space like thunder.
Klein's scalp instantly went numb, and he quickly looked away, trying to use the power of gray mist to cut off this connection.
Fortunately, the violently rolling gray fog disrupted all prying eyes.
The place had once again returned to its former peace, but Klein's heart was still beating, beating like boiling water in a boiler.
After a while,
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he gradually relaxed.
He didn't expect that he would encounter such a terrible thing just by divination twice about Earl Hastur Campbell.
That blurry and invisible figure, whose gaze could not only penetrate the gray fog, but also identify the Fool's identity, was definitely an ancient existence.
Could he be the ancient mystic whom Lord Hastur Campbell believed in?
His many fortune-tellings attracted his attention, so he cast his gaze to reveal his identity.
There is also a possibility that He has known about the existence of the Fool for a long time. This time he came to reveal the identity of the Fool and wanted to give the Fool a warning?
Klein's brain began to work extremely fast, thinking about various possibilities.
But in the end, it just stayed at speculation and nothing could be confirmed.
But one thing is for sure, he can no longer divine things about Earl Hastur Campbell, lest it cause another accident.
Klein couldn't help but remember that during the day, Earl Hastur Campbell wanted to use high salary to attract him to work in South Wales County.
Could it be that at that time, he had already discovered that he was a follower of the Fool?
Not too possible.
I have always behaved very cautiously, and I have never met him a few times. How could he see through his hidden identity?
I have never prayed to a fool.
Klein thought a lot and felt that he still thought too much.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been under too much pressure recently.
Before leaving the gray fog, Klein looked up again at the sky covered by the gray fog.
When there was still nothing unusual, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other side, in the Hall of Stars, Hastur sat high up, still looking at the stars tonight.
When Klein divined him twice, he was in the Hall of Stars.
Ordinary people's divination would not be able to alarm him, but Klein, who was doing divination on the Origin Castle, continued to divination things about himself, and finally caused a subtle reaction in the Palace of Stars.
Hastur's eyes naturally focused on it. When he saw that it was a gray fog, he guessed that the person who shocked him tonight would be Klein who was above the gray fog.
In order to verify his guess, he deliberately said the Fool's honorable name.
Looking at the gray fog that suddenly rolled violently, he knew that he was right.
Deep in the gray mist is Klein!
Unfortunately, Klein's relationship with the Palace of Stars is very weak, and it is impossible to drag him to the Palace of Stars for a meeting. In addition, with the instinctive defense of Source Castle, he currently cannot break into Source Castle and directly bind him with the Chain of Order. Go Klein.
"I hope Mr. Fool can sleep well tonight."
"Would you like to give him a dream?"
Hastur thought for a moment, but still did not disturb Klein who was already greatly shocked.
……
In the early morning, Greste had gotten up, freshened up, and was about to go out for breakfast. When he passed Klein's room, he saw that he hadn't gotten up yet, so he tried to knock on the door.
After waiting outside the door for a while, the door opened from the inside.
Klein appeared in front of him, his hair was a little messy, he had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and his mental condition was not very good.
Grayste asked curiously, "Klein, did you have a nightmare last night?
Right? "
"Absolutely." Klein forced a smile.
He almost couldn't sleep last night, for fear that the vague figure would suddenly appear in his dream while sleeping.
Fortunately, he didn't dream last night.
Of course, he couldn't reveal these things to Greste.
He changed the subject and said, "Mr. Greste, do you ever feel like you are being spied on?"
Greste's face became serious, "Now?"
"No, it was yesterday."
Klein shook his head. He didn't feel spied on now, only when he was wandering on the street yesterday.
"It seems that someone has begun to pay attention to us." Greste added: "I am going to go out to eat something. If you want to eat something, I will bring you some back."
"Don't bother me. Let's go out together after I finish washing."
"What you need now is rest. Sometimes too much inspiration is not a good thing."
"..."
Faced with such a misunderstanding, Klein did not explain anything. He indeed felt mentally tired and needed to rest.
"Don't be so nervous. Our mission to Puning Port has been basically completed. Let's try our best for the rest. We must believe that the goddess will always guide us."
Greste tapped her chest four times with her right hand, drawing a crimson moon, and Klein also praised the goddess.
At this time, Klein was a little more serious than usual. In the past, when he praised the goddess, he was somewhat formulaic and insincere.
Now, he hopes that the goddess can really protect him.
……
On the distant sea, Mr. A, who was gradually awakening, looked calmly into the distance.
Even at this moment, the end of the sea and sky is shrouded in thick black clouds, and lightning is constantly tumbling inside.
This kind of shocking natural beauty could no longer make any waves in his heart at this moment.
“Is this the world as the Lord sees it?”
Mr. A couldn't help but put his own mentality into the Lord's vision, and his original calm state of mind was immediately broken.
Things about the Lord can always easily shake his persistence and will.
Mr. A does not think this is a bad thing. On the contrary, it is a proof of his devout faith in the Lord.
This ship has veered off course and is heading towards unknown waters. Do you need to inform the owner?
Perhaps the great Lord has noticed all this.
Thinking that the Lord was with him on the boat at this moment, Mr. A felt relaxed and happy again.
But when a familiar figure appeared at the end of the sea and the sky, his whole body trembled slightly, and his voice came out of his throat, "Lord Ourolius!"
The angel where the Lord sat, the angel of destiny who truly serves the Lord, appears here!
Did He come to welcome the return of the Lord?
Mr. A quickly cheered up, quickly packed his clothes, straightened his back, tried his best to suppress the trembling in his heart, and tried his best to show an indifferent expression.
He had already thought about the first words he would say, "Lord Ouroleus, I will escort the Lord back to His Kingdom of God."
Chapter 315: The First Meeting between the Stars and the True Creator
Black clouds were rolling, waves were rising on the sea, and the sea breeze that was originally blowing gently became impatient and suppressed.
Mr. A was standing at the bow of the boat. The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, and even his straight and handsome facial features were a little sloppy by the wind.
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, his mouth went dry, his body trembled slightly, and the courage he had built up was gradually blown away by the wind.
He originally wanted to show off a little in front of Lord Ouroleus how much he was favored by the Lord.
But when the words came to his lips, he changed to: "I have met Lord Ourolyus."
While talking, he uncontrollably bent his straight back.
In front of a true angel like Lord Ourolyus, courage and courage are too small.
The sea breeze was blowing by, and as he approached the ship, the tall and thin figure standing in the sky, even though his facial features were soft, his eyes did not show any hatred.
But Mr. A suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if his head was about to be chopped off with a knife in the next second.
He didn't dare to raise his head to observe Lord Ourolish's expression at this moment, so he could only bow his head respectfully and remain silent.
After two or three seconds of silence, the wings behind Ourolius flapped slightly, and strong winds of more than ten levels surged around him.
The waves began to surge, the ship began to rock, and the dark clouds gathering in the sky began to rain heavily. Mr. A was blown back two or three steps before he could barely stand firm.
Lord Ourolius came here with anger today.
Was he also trying to kill himself, a traitor to the Aurora Society who had been saddled with misunderstandings?
Mr. A's whole body was filled with coldness, and even his soul was about to be frozen.
In front of Lord Ourolyus, he had no chance to escape.
Fortunately, the expected death did not come, because the Lord he believed in came!
The violent wind and rain stopped at this moment, the sea surface returned to calm, and a hole was torn open in the black clouds in the sky, revealing the orange-red light of the sunset.
Looking at the figure who was as handsome as himself standing behind Mr. A, Ouroleus slowly uttered a word: "blasphemer."
This voice exploded in Mr. A's mind like thunder.
Blasphemer?
Who is the blasphemer in the mouth of Lord Ouroleus?
Is it yourself?
No, with a creature as fragile as his own, there is no way he would be able to arouse the interest of Lord Ourolyus to even take a second look.
So, the existence that this blasphemous sentence refers to is the Lord that I have always believed in devoutly?