Leyton's gaze subconsciously swept to his left arm. It was one thing that Medici hadn't detected his presence just now, but he himself hadn't reacted either.
The Bobtail Cat seemed to have seen through Leyton's thoughts and said without inflection:
"Adam doesn't want Medici to return to the True Creator right now."
"Then can I go find Medici myself?"
Leyton asked with flickering eyes.
"If he is unwilling, you won't find Medici, who is now only an Evil Spirit."
With that, the Bobtail Cat got up from the stone pier and, with a few leaps, disappeared into the shadows at the street corner.
Withdrawing his gaze, Leyton let out a long breath, hoping there wouldn't be any more such incidents; not every time would someone come to save the day.
That quill pen actually made me encounter the Red Angel Evil Spirit who had just left the ruins. This doesn't seem like a script Ince Zangwill could write; he doesn't understand these things. Did what happened this morning make it want to retaliate and save itself?
Ince Zangwill didn't appear nearby; was he silently lured away?
He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
Phew~ He sighed, looking up at the Moon, which was already faintly beginning to appear.
Then he withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand, and opened a "Door" in mid-air connecting to the Spirit World, stepping into it.
West Borough, Kalpensa Hotel.
Leyton's figure quickly materialized in Lawrence's room.
Lawrence sat by the window, his gaze anxiously fixed on the sky outside the window; he had been waiting for tonight's Full Moon for a long time.
Sensing the Beyonder fluctuations in the room, Lawrence turned to look, and seeing it was Leyton, his expression visibly relaxed.
"Good evening, Mr. Lawrence."
Leyton smiled and greeted him.
"Good evening. I was just worried if you would go back on your word."
Lawrence didn't hide his earlier worry.
Leyton pulled a chair from the side, sat down, leaned back, and rubbed his temples slightly, saying:
"I naturally won't go back on a promise I've already made. It's just that I encountered some trouble on the way here and was delayed for some time."
"Trouble?" Lawrence repeated in a low voice.
Seeing that Leyton didn't seem very eager to continue the topic, he didn't press further and instead said:
"The Moon is about to come out. What method do you plan to use to help me avoid the influence of the Full Moon's ravings?"
"I'll give you a This paragraph honorific name, and you pray to that existence. He will protect you during the Full Moon's ravings."
Leyton said with a light chuckle.
Seeing Lawrence's expression turn serious, he nodded slightly with a heavy heart before speaking the The Fool's honorific name:
"The The Fool that doesn't belong to this era; the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog; the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
Closing his eyes slightly, Lawrence firmly memorized the three-part honorific name in his heart before opening his eyes again, nodding solemnly:
"Do I need to prepare any rituals?"
"No need. This is just a test. If it doesn't work, I'll use other methods to shield you from the ravings during the Full Moon."
Leyton shook his head slightly in response.
Lawrence frowned slightly and asked in confusion:
"Why try first instead of directly using other methods?"
"That's too troublesome, and it's not convenient to promote to all of you. Start praying now; tonight's Red Moon is already faintly appearing."
Lawrence turned to look out the window, where the crimson moonlight was already flickering.
Then he nodded heavily, walked to a nearby armchair, sat down, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, resting them before his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and began to chant in a low voice:
"The The Fool that doesn't belong to this era; the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog; the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck;"
"I pray to You..."
Just as Klein returned to Minsk Street from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, he heard faint, layered whispers emerging in his ears.
Prayer, a male, his voice somewhat old. Is it Mr. Lawrence?
Klein quickly entered the house, closed the doors and windows, then went into the washroom, walked four steps backward, and entered the Gray Fog.
Inside the magnificent ancient palace, a new deep-red star began to twinkle, sending out ripples in circles.
Klein immediately released his spirituality, letting it spread. The deep-Red Light surged like a tide, quickly condensing into a scene.
In the scene, an old man in a heavy woolen coat and a semi-tall black top hat was praying to him. Not far from him sat Leyton, whom he had just met that morning.
"Lawrence..." Klein murmured.
Leyton had already told him about Lawrence before, so he wasn't surprised by this prayer to him.
He reached into the pile of sundries and conjured a paper figure he had cut out. In one hand, it held the black emperor card, and in the other, a dark-gold Sunbird-shaped brooch.
He skillfully infused it with spirituality, pouring the power of the Gray Fog he had leveraged and his own spirituality into the paper figure.
Then, with a casual gesture, he threw the paper figure towards the light spot representing Lawrence's prayer.
In the hotel room, Lawrence repeated the prayer three times.
He didn't feel any feedback, but he wasn't discouraged. This situation was within his expectations—how could a response from a great existence be so easily obtained?
Lawrence adjusted his emotions and prepared for the fourth prayer.
Suddenly, a thick, grayish-white mist filled his vision. He seemed to see a magnificent, ancient, colossal palace, and in front of the palace, a towering figure sat amidst the Gray Fog.
That figure seemed to be looking down upon everything in this world. He seemed to gently wave his arm, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of dark wings appeared, approaching him.
Until that golden figure enveloped him with layers of wings.
An Angel? ...And an Archangel with twelve pairs of wings... Lawrence was momentarily speechless. He didn't know how to express his current feelings.
He had prayed for mercy to deities before, but he had never received a response.
"Thank you, esteemed Mr. Fool."
After the golden Angel's voice disappeared, Lawrence whispered in a very respectful tone.
Regardless of whether it was effective or not, a non-malicious response from a great existence itself represented a lot.
As his thoughts turned, Lawrence glanced at the crimson Full Moon, which had already revealed its true form outside the window. For a moment, he felt as if he heard that familiar raving.
But the next moment, these sounds seemed to be transferred to an unknown place, and the maddening ravings were no longer in his ears.
Taking a deep breath, Lawrence calmed his excited emotions and turned to Leyton, saying:
"It really works! The ravings from the Full Moon are gone from my mind!"
Leyton smiled and nodded:
"The night is still long, and the Full Moon's ravings will last for quite some time. We can sit and chat to pass the time."
"No problem. Do you prefer coffee or black tea?"
Lawrence's voice had a sense of relief.
"Coffee." Leyton nodded gently.
"One moment." Lawrence walked to the side and skillfully began to brew coffee.
Soon, he came back with two cups of coffee, handing one to Leyton and saying:
"I didn't bring coffee beans when I came to Backlund, so we can only drink the coffee from the hotel."
"It's not bad." Leyton took a small sip and gave his evaluation.
Lawrence also tasted the coffee in his hand, his gaze at the Full Moon outside the window gradually deepening.
After a long while, he spoke as if reminiscing or to himself:
"I've almost forgotten what a Full Moon looks like. The last time I saw a Full Moon was before I became a Beyonder, when I had just come of age."
"The ravings during the Full Moon have caused the once-prominent Abraham Family to fall to its current state, where there isn't even a Sequence 6 Beyonder left."
"When you said you could help the Abraham Family solve the problem of the Full Moon's ravings, I actually didn't believe you. I just thought you were also coveting the powerful Mystical Items we possessed."
Leyton listened quietly, restraining his awkward urge to touch his nose. He only spoke after Lawrence finished recounting:
"Most of those former Angel Families are no longer what they once were."
"Only the Seven Deities remain eternally high above."
Lawrence fell silent, then smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"The Seven Deities. If that ancestor of our Abraham Family hadn't gone missing, he might have already entered the ranks of the Seven Deities."
"Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs' to any of this. Our Abraham Family is now merely clinging to life."
Even if Mr. Door hadn't had an accident, he would have waited until the apocalypse was near to ascend to the divine throne, right? Unfortunately, the Apprentice Pathway requires going to the Cosmos at high Sequences. It's too difficult to avoid problems.
Leyton quickly restrained his wandering thoughts, no longer pondering related matters, and instead asked:
"Mr. Lawrence, do you intend to advance to Scribe now?"
"Your Abraham Family should have the corresponding material reserves."
Lawrence nodded slightly, then shook his head again:
"If possible, I even want to advance to a Sequence 4 demigod."
"But that's almost impossible. I'm already too old, and my body is no longer young."
At this point, Lawrence smiled bitterly and shook his head, his voice gradually weakening:
"The main ingredients for the Scribe potion are a complete Asmann's brain and a cursed item from an ancient vengeful spirit. The Asmann's brain is still available, but the cursed item from an ancient vengeful spirit, at least within my knowledge, is not."