1298 Departure (1/2)
As the residents of Constant were stunned by the miracle in front of them, Klein had already carried his suitcase and left the city with Arrodes.
After creating such a huge commotion, he was worried that Zaratul would lock onto his location, so he didn't dare to stay any longer.
With his present level and strength, he wasn't too afraid of fighting Zaratul head-on. However, he didn't wish to be ambushed. For Beyonders of the Seer pathway, being prepared and not was completely different. Once Klein revealed his location and didn't leave in time, an unprepared him would end up facing Zaratul. He could imagine that even if he was now Sefirah Castle's owner and still had one more resurrection chance, there was also a huge risk of completely perishing.
Furthermore, he didn't know what state Amon was in right now. Was he still being pursued by the True Creator? Was it possible for him to suddenly appear by his side and steal everything?
Due to this thought, Klein once again embarked on his journey.
…
In the basement of a house in Southville County.
The few Sequence 7 Beyonders of the Abraham family gathered here according to a prior agreement.
”…That's pretty much it.” Dorian Gray shared what Mr. Door had said in its entirety through his student, Fors. ”The years of exile and being sealed was enough to drive the Ancestor crazy. He only occasionally regains lucidity. Even just directly speaking to 'Him' can result in mental corruption from 'His' evil intent.”
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looking like a university professor sighed.
”So that's the reason…”
His expression revealed some relief, as if he could finally admit that the curse was a result of the Ancestor's pleas for help.
After a one-second pause, the man said with a determined expression, ”We have to think of a way to help the Ancestor escape. This way, our curse will be completely removed.”
”Verdu, are you crazy? If a crazy King of Angels returns, it will destroy the entire family!” Dorian couldn't help but chide him.
The man named Verdu looked at the other family members and said with a sullen expression, ”That's why we have to hurry. While the Ancestor still has a portion of 'His' lucidity, we should let 'Him' return to the real world!
”Once 'He' escapes from 'His' exiled, sealed state and has enough anchors, 'He' would definitely gradually regain 'His' rationality.
”Dorian, you've degenerated! You no longer wish to restore the glory of our family, to allow us to return to the apex of the Northern and Southern Continent. You only wish to live a stable but mediocre life! Besides, can you be sure that Mr. Fool will keep providing blessings? Perhaps one day, 'He' will be like the seven deities who won't respond to most prayers.”
Dorian fell silent for a few seconds.
”However, the risk in this area will definitely be lower than helping the Ancestor escape. Ever since I believed in Mr. Fool and sincerely prayed to 'Him,' I haven't been affected by the full moon ravings for many months. If not for the fact that I'm no longer young, I'd even have the confidence of consuming a Sequence 6 Scribe potion.
”Even so, given time, I still have a good chance of advancing.
”If someone like me who's older than a certain age can do it, our next generation and their descendants will definitely be able to break free from our original restrictions and have a chance to become demigods.”
Hearing Dorian's words, the two men and two ladies other than Verdu nodded in agreement.
They had already made some of their descendants believe in Mr. Fool, and through a few months of observation, they were certain that it was effective. They were planning on praying to Mr. Fool themselves.
Noticing Verdu's nasty expression, Dorian softened his tone and said, ”More importantly, we don't have the strength to complete the ritual at all. A demigod of any pathway is not easy to deal with. Among them, the corresponding demigods of the Seer and Marauder are cunning, bizarre, and dangerous. Even if we're willing to sacrifice ourselves and use a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, it's difficult to capture them.”
Verdu nudged his gold-rimmed spectacles and slowly exhaled.
”I won't stop you from changing your faith to The Fool. If you can get that existence's help to aid the Ancestor's escape, that would be the best development. But before that, I will do my best to prepare the ritual. Dorian, you have to remember that the bloodline and glory of the Abraham family comes from the Ancestor. Without ”Him,” there will be no us.
”If this matter requires a sacrifice, then I'll do it.”
He stood up, put on his hat, and walked out of the basement.
Dorian watched him leave and finally sighed.
”Verdu has been studying all kinds of mysticism information, hoping to find a way to completely resolve the family's curse. I believe that such persistence is already in his blood…”
The other Abraham family members nodded in unison.
”After he confirms that he can't complete the ritual, he should give up…”
They too hoped that Verdu would succeed, but they found it virtually impossible.
…
On Blue Mountain Island where Bayam was located, the private harbor that originally belonged to the Resistance.
A group of workers, who had just finished laying the gas pipes, were just about to find a place to rest and wait for the carriage sent by the Church of the Sea God to ferry them back to Bayam when they saw the half-giants purportedly from the northern Feysac's islands carry heavy, grayish-white stone materials. Each step left an imprint on the land.
These workers had participated in the construction of harbors, cathedrals, and art museums, so they knew how heavy the grayish-white stone materials were.
They remembered that, even with the help of logs, horses, and machinery, it was very difficult for people to transport such stone materials. Yet, the half-giants held them as easily as holding toys.
This display of strength was simply ridiculous.