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In a hotel in the Dock District of Bayam.
Ethan, who had fallen asleep in the chair, was suddenly pulled up roughly.
He stumbled to steady himself, saw Phoenix already dressed and holding a suitcase, looking ready to flee, and couldn't help but ask:
"Uh, what happened?"
"The Church of the Lord of Storms people are here, with clear malice."
Phoenix said calmly, one hand already on his shoulder.
"Ah?" Ethan was stunned for a moment, then asked with a hint of suspicion:
"What did you do?"
"...Are you coming or not?" Phoenix swept a cold glance at him.
"Coming!"
As soon as Ethan finished speaking, he was taken into the Spirit World, and their figures quickly faded and disappeared.
Less than a minute after they left, Cordova Royer, a Punisher Deacon of the Church of the Lord of Storms in the Rorsted Archipelago, led a Forsaken Squad team through the door.
A Punisher wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his nose surveyed the room, his gaze falling on the quietly burning fireplace.
A moment later, he spoke calmly:
"From the temperature and furnishings in the room, they just left, at most two or three minutes ago."
"Impossible, we've had someone watching this place since we received the message."
Another Punisher member, slightly irritable, frowned.
Cordova Royer waved his hand, stopping the team's argument:
"At least one of these two is a Beyonder. I remember a Pathway called Apprentice, which can silently cross obstacles and go anywhere they want."
After a thorough search of the room, he casually pointed out two team members:
"You two stay here and keep an eye on this place."
"The rest of you come back with me to report to His Grace the Bishop. These two are very likely accomplices of that Pyromaniac Al. Even if not accomplices, their identities certainly have significant issues."
Feynapotter, a warehouse on the outskirts of Seville.
After signing the contract drafted by the Lawyer, Leyton directly paid the deposit to Boen.
The grain merchant immediately began collecting and transporting grain to the warehouse.
Taking advantage of no one being around, Leyton quickly cleared an open space, took out the ritual materials prepared long ago from the corner of the warehouse, and began setting up the ritual to sacrifice to The Fool.
After setting up the ritual, he gently rubbed his fingers, creating a few crimson flames to light the candles.
Then, after retreating a certain distance, he used ancient hermes to chant:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era; the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog; the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;
Begs you to accept his offering;
Begs you to open the Door of your kingdom."
...
Above the Gray Fog, Klein, who had been waiting there, immediately responded, spreading his spirituality to touch the illusory Door summoned by the ritual, opening it.
With a slightly illusory creaking sound, the illusory, hazy Door, composed of wind and light, opened.
The items sacrificed by Leyton poured out from it; several white papers covered with words flew out, casually drifting within this ancient palace above the Gray Fog.
As Klein's thoughts turned, these white papers flew directly into his hand.
Klein lowered his eyes and glanced at them... Instructions for different types of grain, and in the Jotun version... Very well prepared, but shouldn't there be a recipe added?
As Klein's thoughts turned, within that illusory, hazy Door of sacrifice, grain packed in snakeskin bags was continuously sacrificed and sent up.
In less than half a minute, this sacrifice ended; this was the limit of the spiritual power that the ritual materials could support.
Klein casually flicked a gold coin, simply divining whether these grains would affect the health of the City of Silver residents.
After receiving a positive answer, he immediately spread his spirituality, touching the crimson star representing the Sun, and transmitted his calm and leisurely words:
"Prepare the ritual to receive the bestowal."
The City of Silver, Derrick, who had just finished his patrol duty, was about to return home.
Suddenly, a dense Gray Fog surged before his eyes, and deep within the endless Gray Fog, there was a majestic figure embraced by the Gray Fog.
The leisurely voice of The Fool echoed in his ears:
"Prepare the ritual to receive the bestowal."
As the words echoed, the Gray Fog before Derrick's eyes rapidly receded. He was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mr. Tower must have prepared the grain.
Recalling the food he had received almost daily from The Fool during this period, which was delicious beyond his imagination.
A bright smile immediately appeared on Derrick's face. He immediately changed direction and rushed towards the Round Tower where chief Colin resided.
Rorsted Archipelago, on a small island not far from Bayam.
The figures of Phoenix and Ethan quickly materialized.
Without waiting for Ethan to ask what had happened, Phoenix directly threw the suitcase he was carrying to Ethan beside him.
As he walked slowly forward, he seemed to be carefully sensing something.
A moment later, he stretched out his palms, pushing forward forcefully, as if pushing open a non-existent Door.
In an instant, a bronze-colored Door, covered with mysterious patterns and indescribable, appeared in front, swaying, creaking, and cracking open a gap.
Within the gap was an endless Darkness, with large amounts of wriggling, strange things, invisible to normal sight, pouring out frantically.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and a thin layer of white frost appeared on the swaying leaves on both sides.
Ethan hugged himself, unable to help but shiver. He asked with slightly trembling lips:
"Why are you summoning so many Spirits? The appearance of a large number of Spirits will definitely attract the attention of the Church of the Lord of Storms."
"Collecting information."
"Natural Spirits are not in the Church of the Lord of Storms's area of expertise."
Phoenix replied succinctly.
As he spoke, he withdrew his hands, and the bronze-colored Door with a cracked gap slowly closed again and then disappeared.
As the bronze Door disappeared, the surrounding temperature returned to normal.
Ethan exhaled a puff of white air, moved a few steps into the sunlight, and muttered to himself as he shuffled his feet:
"What does the Church of the Lord of Storms want with us?"
"Aren't the things at sea enough to bother them, do they still want to meddle in the Southern Continent?"
"I don't know." Phoenix shook his head with a calm tone.
In the morning Sun, a sea breeze blew, and Ethan couldn't help but shiver. He had left too quickly, and he was still in the indoor loungewear he had been wearing.
He turned his head to look at Phoenix, who had a calm expression, and cleared his throat:
"Are my clothes still in the hotel? Did you handle them?"
Phoenix nodded slightly, and said calmly:
"I've erased your aura. Unless it's a Beyonder skilled in divination, they won't be able to pinpoint you using that."
In the bright morning light, the two remained silent for about half an hour, then Natural Spirits began to return.
After communicating with the Natural Spirits, Phoenix's expression gradually became strange.
"What's wrong?" Ethan asked, puzzled.
Phoenix lowered his eyes, his voice no longer calm:
"Mr. Tines, whom we just met, the Church of the Lord of Storms has raised his bounty to 150,000 pounds."
"150,000 pounds... Hmm, are you tempted?"
Ethan said with a slight ponder.
Phoenix glanced at him, and said without a change in tone:
"On Loen's bounty list, the King of Immortality's bounty is only 100,000 pounds, and that's with him having a pirate crew under him."
"In the eyes of the Church of the Lord of Storms, that Pyromaniac is more dangerous than the King of Immortality."
Ethan nodded repeatedly, sighing:
"Kalvetua happened last night... No wonder he knows so much about the 'Sea God's' situation, or, the matter he committed is even more serious."
The City of Silver, at the top of the Round Tower, in chief Colin's room.
Under the gaze of Colin and the elders of the Council of Six, Derrick nervously set up the ritual to pray for bestowal.
With the ritual set up, he turned his head to look at the chief beside him. After seeing the other party's slight nod, he took a deep breath and began to chant the corresponding incantation:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era; the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog; the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;
Begs you to open the Door of your kingdom;
Begs you to bestow power."
As Derrick chanted the complete incantation, a wailing hurricane swept through the entire room, and an illusory, hazy Door emerged from nothingness, accompanied by illusory creaking sounds, gradually opening.
Grayish-white mist flowed out from behind the Door, revealing a scene even more dreamlike than the Cosmos.
Standing behind Derrick, chief Colin, who had been quietly watching all of this, suddenly breathed heavily. "Two thousand years! The City of Silver's prayers have finally received a response, but it's no longer the Lord we believe in!"
To Colin's right, the Shepherd elder Lovia's eyes were wide, as if she wanted to engrave this scene into her mind. She gripped her hands tightly, her nails already digging into her flesh, with traces of blood oozing out.
As the illusory Door opened, one after another bulging snakeskin bags dropped out from the illusory Door, continuously piling up.
Derrick quickly reacted, moving these bags of grain aside, forming a small mound in the chief's room.
Finally, several papers covered with Jotun words he was not very familiar with floated out from the illusory Door.
As the spiritual power contained in the ritual materials was exhausted, the illusory Door and the flowing grayish-white mist gradually disappeared.
On the city wall of the City of Silver, strands of dark, slender withered grass, like dry hair, suddenly stirred. They strained upwards, intertwining with each other, like hands trying to grasp something invisible.
A moment later, these withered grasses seemed exhausted, drooping weakly.
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