On Toscat Island, in a room on the second floor of a hotel, Anderson, who had been lying with his eyes closed in an armchair, suddenly straightened his back and stood up.
He glanced around the room, then walked to the full-length mirror and carefully examined himself. Only after confirming that there were no issues did he relax.
Pouring himself a cup of hot water, Anderson sat back in the armchair and began to review the recent gathering:
"This gathering was not quite what I expected. Although there were a few individuals I couldn't quite see through, most of the members' Sequences were not very high, and their Pathways didn't seem to be unified. This indicates that they either belong to different factions, or that the Fool controls quite a few Sequence Pathways."
"Aside from normal transactions, the knowledge they discussed about King of Angels and Forsaken Land of the Gods was quite advanced, completely unlike what people at their Sequence should be discussing. There were many words I didn't even understand."
"When I mentioned Ouroboros, the Angel of Fate, their surprise and curiosity seemed more focused on how I obtained this information, rather than the information itself."
"Also, how does The World plan to contact me? I hope he wasn't lying to me."
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The room door was suddenly knocked. Anderson turned his head in confusion and called out, "Who is it?"
"Me." Gehrman Sparrow's cold voice came from outside the door.
Anderson rubbed the side of his face, feeling a bit unreal. Why would Gehrman Sparrow look for me?
Despite his confusion, he still opened the door and saw Gehrman Sparrow standing in front of his door, wearing a white shirt and a black vest.
Anderson looked Klein up and down and asked, "Is there something you need?"
Klein's voice was flat, with no emotional fluctuations, as he said, "The transaction just now."
"Transaction? What transaction just now?" Anderson asked, confused.
Klein maintained his persona, offering no explanation, merely stating blandly:
"Go buy two boat tickets to Oravi Island. I will take you to that Fate Pathway demigod and ask him to clear the bad luck from you."
Anderson's eyes suddenly widened, staring at Klein in disbelief:
"You, you are The World?"
"Don't forget."
Klein offered no further explanation, simply gave a brief instruction, then turned and left.
Anderson stared at Klein's retreating back for a while before reacting, immediately chasing after him and shouting:
"Hey, wait a minute, how did you know my identity?"
Without looking back, Klein pushed open the door to his own room on the other side of the hallway, then slammed it shut with a clang.
Outside the door, Anderson's mouth twitched. He raised his hand, then withdrew it. He chose not to knock on the door of Klein's room, but instead turned and returned to his own room.
Gehrman Sparrow was actually The World from the Tarot Club. That's ridiculous.
He clearly knew how to remove the bad luck from me, so why did he wait until I posted the task at the Tarot Club before choosing to help me? Was he planning to wait for my bad luck to erupt and for me to die miserably, then pick up my Beyonder Characteristics and Mystical Items?
Heh, this crazy adventurer's heart is really dirty. Anderson grumbled as he put on his coat, preparing to go out and buy the earliest possible boat tickets.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, within a house whose walls and roof were still relatively intact, the forces of gravity and electromagnetism disturbed, creating a half-true, half-false illusion within the house.
The originally dilapidated and decaying house instantly transformed into an ancient and magnificent Library, with bright yellow light filtering through the stained-glass windows, appearing strikingly out of place against the surrounding darkness.
After the Tarot Club ended, Leyton used a sacrificial ritual to send "Till Death Do Us Part" above the Gray Fog, and then Klein transferred it to Mr. Azik.
After finishing these tasks, he walked to a nearby bookshelf and casually took a book from it, flipping through its pages.
As he turned the pages, text quickly appeared on the originally blank pages, with points of silvery-white words rapidly filling the entire book.
"It's a pity, I can only materialize books I've read."
With a sigh, he moved and sat down on a nearby sofa.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A somewhat abrupt knocking sound suddenly rang out. Leyton looked up at the door in surprise, a deep blue glow flashing in his eyes.
Before he could react, the door creaked open from the outside. During this process, the sealing method he had left on the door did not trigger at all.
A tall figure, dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a matching pointed soft hat, with black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face, came into view.
He was toying with a crystal monocular in his right hand. After symbolically waving a greeting, he put the monocular on his right eye, looking at Leyton with a smiling expression and saying:
"I found you again."
"Please come in." After a moment of silence, Leyton said "Please come in" with a dry throat.
Before Leyton spoke, Amon had already stepped inside. As he walked, he said:
"You don't seem to welcome me very much. Unfortunately, I'm already here."
Leyton looked him up and down for a while, a deep blue, almost purple, glow undisguisedly flowing in his eyes, outlining one mysterious symbol after another. His gaze quickly swept over every part of the environment.
Amon chuckled twice, then said:
"I didn't send an avatar to invade your illusion. Before coming in, I even specifically knocked on the door. That's very polite, isn't it?"
"As for whether I'm an avatar or the true body, you might as well be bold and try it. Maybe there will be a surprise."
Leyton lowered his eyes, withdrawing his gaze, not hiding his inner complaint at all. Reward? A Worm of Time as a reward?
"If you like, it's not impossible." Amon replied with an unchanging smile.
"..."
After another moment of silence, Leyton sorted out his thoughts and suddenly asked:
"Since Mr. Door has been exiled to the Cosmos by Night and Storm, what are you going to do? If he doesn't return, you won't be able to obtain the Uniqueness of the Door Pathway and a portion of the Key of Stars Characteristic."
Amon unceremoniously sat down on the sofa next to Leyton and said leisurely:
"Heh, haven't others been unable to obtain it either?"
"Everyone needs a Lord of the Mysteries. Mr. Door is an indispensable material. Night and the others will be even more anxious than I am. Even if they can't think straight and choose the already corrupted Mr. Door, he still needs to return to complete the advancement ritual, doesn't he?"
Leyton raised an eyebrow, looking very interested, and asked:
"What is the Door's advancement ritual?"
"Guess?" Amon raised his hand to adjust the monocular on his right eye, revealing a mischievous smile.
Leyton paused for a moment, then said with some exasperation:
"The way you are now makes one really want to punch that monocular into pieces."
"Is the Door's godhood ritual related to Evernight and Storm exiling Mr. Door? When he returns, his godhood ritual will irresistibly begin?"
"Why would you think that?" Amon stared at Leyton's face with great curiosity for a moment, then suddenly, as if he saw something interesting, he couldn't help but chuckle and say:
"So that's how Night appears in your eyes. I have to say, you're quite accurate in judging people. From what I know of him, if there were a God of Conspiracy, it would definitely be him."
"Conspiracy? Aren't you underestimating yourself too much? And there's also the strongest Conspirer who isn't completely dead yet."
Leyton said, closing the book he had been flipping through.
Amon chuckled disdainfully as if he had heard a very funny joke:
"The strongest Conspirer? If he were really that smart and powerful, he wouldn't have been made into the Red Priest potion by me and that fanatic, along with Sauron and Einhorn."
Leyton nodded, following Amon's words:
"How many can escape when you and Adam join forces?"
"Being stewed into a hotpot is their destiny."
"Hotpot?" Amon questioned, pinching the monocular he was wearing with his right hand, looking as if he was thinking rationally.
Leyton nodded, inviting Amon:
"It's a kind of food. Would you like to try it? I happen to have the ingredients ready."
"Of course." Amon nodded readily.
"Please wait for me for a while, it will take some time to prepare."
Saying that, Leyton casually threw the closed book in his hand back towards the bookshelf. An invisible hand supported the book, placing it steadily back in its original position.
Snap!
He snapped his fingers, and the crystal ball quietly embedded in a nearby painted pillar suddenly erupted with a clear glow. After the glow flashed, a square solid wood table and chairs appeared in the hall.
The shadows underfoot writhed, as if suddenly coming alive, surging up like water and rapidly submerging the table and chairs.
After surging, the shadows quickly receded, sinking into the ground, leaving only the ingredients neatly arranged on the tabletop.
On the sofa nearby, Amon watched this scene with interest. He casually grabbed in mid-air with his right hand, and a bottle of Sonia blood wine appeared in his hand, with two glass cups in his other hand.
"Your collection isn't rich enough. Why don't you have Aurmir red wine?"
"Let me see, there's also a broken painting, something from the Cosmos. Do you need me to help you restore it? Painting is also a field I'm good at. I used to paint a portrait of myself and hang it in the mausoleum in Backlund. Unfortunately, that mausoleum was destroyed not long ago, and the painting was taken."
Leyton's hand movements paused, then he said as if nothing had happened:
"Is that the instinct of you Marauders?"
Amon's lips curved into a slight smile, and his tone was leisurely and calm as he said:
"You could say that. After all, a thief never leaves empty-handed. However, these things you casually threw in the junk pile don't impress me. You can only blame yourself for placing them too conspicuously; it would be hard for me not to see them."
"I added a certain Concealment attribute." Leyton defended himself.