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Cohinem's figure became ethereal as he gazed at the deep blue, almost black, light cocoon. The floor of the coral palace suddenly cracked open, revealing the abyssal seabed below, and the light cocoon slowly sank into the depths.
In the primitive forest of Sonia Island, after exiting the dream, Duke Jorna of the New Moon clicked her tongue and looked at the spot where Siatas had stood, saying with a smile:
"As expected of an ancient secondary god, I can't even sense the source of her power. Did she directly take her away using the Sea of Subconsciousness?"
"However, by the time this elf returns, your subordinates should have an additional Cataclysmic Interrer."
Aaron withdrew his gaze from the ruins, which were filled with a rich aura of life, and nodded slightly, casually explaining:
"He has hidden for so many years, whether it's truly because of the Lord of Storms or for other reasons, it's impossible for him to act directly in his true form."
"A Cataclysmic Interrer is already enough for him to descend his power. Thank you for your help this time; otherwise, it might not have been so smooth."
Jorna glanced at Alvin Gallows, her lips curving slightly. Behind her, an illusory, hazy Door appeared, inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols.
The Door of Summoning quickly turned red, revealing a pair of giant bat wings that obscured half of the Crimson Moon. In the legends of the Sanguine, this was one of the symbols of the ancient god Lilith.
The bat wings suddenly materialized and flew out, transforming into a bat token. Under Jorna's control, it flew into Aaron's hand, and she explained at the same time:
"Before I came, I had already discussed it with Olmer. He is preparing to awaken Duke Silver Moon. This item can take you directly to the Sanguine ancestral land through the Door of Summoning."
Duke Silver Moon... the duke who was severely injured during the War of the Four Emperors in the Fourth Epoch and has not yet recovered. It is said that he, along with the former Queen of the Blood Moon, Auernia, once followed the Sanguine Ancestor Lilith, and is also the longest-lived Sanguine currently existing.
Secrets that Varna had told him in the underground hall after he was promoted to demigod and inherited his title quickly surfaced in his mind. Aaron reached out and took the token; it felt warm and smooth in his hand, and spirituality continuously emerged from it.
Aaron raised an eyebrow, put away the token, and watched as the Sanguine duke's figure merged into the illusory Door and disappeared.
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Tingen City, outside the Tingen University History Department office.
Klein gently closed the door. He had canceled his original recommendation for the Tingen University interview. For him, this was a formal farewell to the past.
After killing Ray Bieber and the Secret Order's tuxedo Clown yesterday, even though Captain Dunn had not yet awakened, Seeka Tron had already informed him that as of today, he was officially a Nighthawk member.
Just as he was delighted with his weekly salary, which had risen to 4.5 pounds, Klein suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind him:
"Klein, long time no see."
Klein turned around and saw a middle-aged man of medium build with bronze skin.
He had no beard, wore a top hat, had black hair and brown eyes, soft features, and an indescribable sense of vicissitude in his eyes. Below his right ear was a small black mole that was only visible upon closer inspection.
"Good morning, Mr. Azik." He quickly bowed and followed the instructor from the original owner's memory out of the office building.
Azik walked ahead, asking in a calm tone as he went:
"Klein, do you know what happened to Welch and Naya? I read in the newspaper that they were killed by an intruder."
The case was changed to a home invasion? And it was in the newspaper so quickly? Klein was stunned. He had originally thought the Nighthawks would conceal such Beyonder cases, but he still carefully chose his words to respond:
"I'm not too clear on the specific situation. Previously, Welch obtained a notebook from the Antigonus family of the Fourth Epoch Solomon Empire and asked me to help him decipher it. I went for a few days at first, but then I got busy looking for a job."
Antigonus... Azik, with his bronze skin and eyes full of vicissitude, first froze, then murmured the name. He then turned his head and scrutinized Klein from head to toe, asking in a gentle tone:
"Klein, when I was studying at Backlund University, I came across some Seer-related things and have done some research in that area. Hmm, I've noticed some inconsistencies in your destiny."
What? Seer? Talking about Seer with me? As a Seer, Klein looked at Instructor Azik opposite him with a smile and said:
"What inconsistencies?"
Azik thought for a moment and said:
"Have you been encountering coincidences frequently in the past two months?"
"Coincidences?" Because he had received favors from Mr. Azik, Klein did not resist the question and subconsciously began to recall, his eyes subtly changing as he carefully responded:
"Yes, but not too many, not too often, and there are no traces of anyone else interfering or guiding."
Azik nodded gently and said:
"Emperor Roselle once said that everyone encounters a coincidence once. Twice is also within the normal range. Three times, you must consider if there are some internal factors guiding it."
"Can you see anything?" Klein asked tentatively.
Azik laughed and shook his head, replying:
"I can only see a slight inconsistency; I can't find anything else. You should know, I am not a true Seer."
Doesn't that mean he said nothing at all? Mr. Azik is a bit strange... pretending to be a charlatan in front of me, a charlatan... Klein exhaled. Taking advantage of the other party getting up, he pinched his glabella and activated his Spirit Vision.
At a glance, Azik's aura completely entered his eyes; everything seemed normal.
At 1 PM, Klein returned to 124 Zouteland Street. This was specially arranged for him by the Church, only a 5-minute drive from St. Selena's Cathedral on Crimson Moon Street.
Although the rent was much more expensive than before, considering the potential threat from the Secret Order, Klein gritted his teeth and rented it. Benson and Melissa were still recuperating, and the two-story attic seemed a bit empty.
Arriving at the room reserved for him on the second floor, Klein drew the curtains, plunging the bedroom into darkness, and slowly sat on the sofa, his brow furrowed.
His conversation with Mr. Azik today reminded him of many things. As a Seer, Klein had actually divined before whether some seemingly coincidental events had unnatural developments.
Recalling the erroneous divination he received when he divined whether there was danger in Daffodil Street during that operation, and recalling meeting Ademisaul last night, who was like a different person, Klein took a deep breath and took out a silver dagger.
Then, he gathered his spirit, allowing his spirituality to flow from the tip of the silver dagger, connecting with the surrounding nature to form a whole.
As he walked, the wall of spirituality gradually sealed the entire bedroom.
Klein's plan was to divine above the gray fog, to divine in that mysterious world!
---
Above the boundless and hazy gray-white mist, within the majestic and ancient palace.
Klein's figure sat at the head of the bronze long table, with a newly "materialized" piece of parchment in front of him, bearing a divinatory statement:
"The true cause of Ray Bieber's death."
Holding the pendulum, with the pendant hanging low, Klein quickly settled his mind, becoming quiet and ethereal.
He held the paper, silently recited seven times, then leaned back against the chair, falling into slumber above the gray fog.
Soon, he saw a boundless, illusory, gray-white mist.
The mist slowly parted, revealing colorful flowers and emerald green lawns.
Behind the flowers and lawns, space distorted and overlapped, as if it had become a living Monster.
Klein strained to look, barely seeing a dark red chimney hidden there.
Just then, everything before his eyes collapsed and shattered, and the dream instantly disintegrated.
Within the grand palace, Klein suddenly straightened his back, feeling his heart pounding wildly, pounding wildly for no reason.
"Hoo... I feel like I glimpsed something terrifying..." He took two deep breaths, calming his chaotic emotions.
Tap, tap, tap. A moment later, Klein tapped the edge of the long table, his brows tightly furrowed. This feeling was like a Puppet on strings, being manipulated to perform, and even more terrifying, feeling good about himself... Klein rubbed his temples as if he had a headache. After calming down for more than ten seconds, he began to divine the reason why Ray Bieber stayed in Tingen after obtaining the Antigonus family's notebook, and even came to his house.
This time, Klein was astonished to see his citrine pendant stop, motionless, neither affirming nor denying.
"Something is strange..." He murmured, his thoughts wandering as he speculated on the reason, "Did the mastermind behind the scenes detect my divination and react?"
Next, he tried "Dream Divination" again, but could only see disjointed, fragmented, hazy gray fog, with no other discoveries.
Klein was almost certain of his earlier thought. Unable to find a good opportunity to warn the Nighthawks for the time being, he felt an unprecedented urgency to improve himself.
Dispelling the parchment, Klein looked at the lucky gold coin Ademisaul had given him. After some thought, he leaned back and entered the dream.
In the hazy, illusory world, Klein saw a drop of silver liquid merge into the gold coin. It seemed to contain countless tiny, transcendent, illusory wheels turning, forming a long ribbon, with its ends almost touching.
As Klein saw this, the dream quickly faded, and he awoke.
"The strange feeling this gold coin gives me seems to be because it merged with that drop of silver liquid. I wonder what that silver liquid actually is... some high-grade Beyonder ingredient?"
Klein toyed with the lucky gold coin in his hand. After a few minutes of contemplation, he tried to separate the "silver liquid" from the materialized lucky gold coin, based on the sensation in his dream.
Just like when he imagined the palace and the bronze long table, it appeared as soon as he thought of it. Klein watched the drop of silver liquid quietly floating before him, astonished and bewildered, and had an even higher evaluation of the mysterious space above the gray fog.
Somewhat excited, he grasped the virtual golden liquid and leaned back against the chair. His eyelids drooped, and he "saw" a hazy and indistinct dream.
In that gray and fragmented world, a tall, black spire appeared, around which a silver-white giant snake was coiled. It was slowly writhing, raising its cold, emotionless red eyes.
Boom!
Klein felt his consciousness suddenly drift, his thoughts completely chaotic, with no normal thought emerging.
A new scene appeared, still the dark red chimney, but this time, the scene was no longer static, and a pure white quill pen emerged.
Rumble!
The scene completely shattered, and the mysterious space above the gray fog shook slightly. Fine cracks appeared on the majestic palace.
This terrifying change lasted only three seconds, then the gray fog returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
Klein, his body somewhat twitching, gripped the armrests of the high-backed chair and struggled to stand up, both terrified and bewildered by what had just happened.
Before this, he had never imagined that a single divination could lead to such consequences!
He took a few breaths, then looked around, discovering that the eternally unchanging majestic palace and ancient long table had both suffered damage. For the "Above the Gray Fog," which had never shown any abnormality, this was an unprecedented injury.
"What exactly is going on? Did my divination point to some incredible existence?"
Klein's thoughts recovered slightly, and he recalled the scene he had just seen. "What does that silver-white giant snake symbolize?"
"Was it it that allowed me to see what was hidden behind the red chimney, that quill pen? Is that the fundamental reason for the anomaly in my destiny?"
Thinking of this, Klein felt his brain ache even more than before. With a sigh, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, then conceived of restoring the palace and the long table.
The giant's dwelling-like palace and the bronze long table instantly restored themselves; everything returned to its previous state.
After a few more seconds of recovery, Klein's expression suddenly turned strange, because some knowledge was echoing in his mind.
Yes, knowledge!
In the brief moment of contact with the silver-white giant snake, which he didn't know what it symbolized, Klein had been in a state of divination, so he instinctively divined some events and knowledge from it.
He quickly used the "Dream Divination" technique to recall and organize the gains not included in his initial objective. He picked up the materialized black-bellied steel pen and wrote down item by item:
"Sequence 1 'Snake of Fate';"
"Sequence 9 'Monster';"
"Main ingredients: Root crystal of the Phantom Phosphorus Tree, 100 ml of Silver Scale blood;"
"Supplementary ingredients: 200 ml of pure water, 50 grams of finely ground pure silver powder."
"Sequence 8 'Robot'"
"Main ingredients: Tail feather of the Spirit Bird, eye of the Spirit Ape;"
"Supplementary ingredients: 80 ml of pure water, 40 grams of silver-veined flower powder;"
"Technique for crafting 'Talisman of Misfortune'... This is a relatively advanced Talisman in the domain of destiny, and its effect can last for half a year before decaying."
"It is possible to forgo rituals and prayers to the corresponding high-level existence, and instead use the lucky gold coin containing that drop of silver liquid to steal power from it."
Looking at himself on the parchment, Klein was stunned for several seconds. The first thing he saw was "Sequence 1 'Snake of Fate'," and he immediately thought of the silver-white giant snake.
Although there was no specific formula, just the name alone left Klein rooted to the spot. For some reason, he suddenly recalled the phrase from his honorific name:
"The Black and Yellow King who Wields Good Luck..."
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