While the residents of Costan were still stunned by the miracle before them, Klein had already left the city, carrying his suitcase and bringing "Magic Mirror"
After causing such a commotion, he worried that
Given his current level and strength, he wasn't overly afraid of a direct confrontation with
Furthermore, he didn't know
Based on these thoughts, Klein embarked on his journey once more.
……
Southern Weil County, in the basement of a house.
The few Sequence 7 Beyonders currently remaining in the Abraham family gathered here as agreed.
"...That's how the matter stands." Dorian
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, resembling a university professor, sighed:
"So that's how it was..."
A trace of relief surfaced in his expression, as if he could finally acknowledge that the family's curse originated from the progenitor's cries for help.
After a pause of a second, the man said with resolve:
"We must find a way to help the progenitor escape. Only then will the curse upon us be completely lifted."
"Verdu, are you insane? Letting a mad Angel King return would destroy the entire family!" Dorian couldn't help but reprimand him.
The man called Verdu looked at the other family members, his face darkening:
"Therefore, we must act quickly, while the progenitor still retains partial consciousness, to bring Him back to the real world!
"Once He escapes the state of exile and sealing, with sufficient anchors, He will definitely gradually regain His reason.
"Dorian, you have fallen! You no longer think about restoring the family's glory, returning us to the pinnacle of the Northern and Southern Continents, but only hope to live a stable yet mediocre life! Besides, can you be certain that 'Mr. Fool' will always provide His protection? Perhaps one day, He will be like the Seven
Dorian remained silent for several seconds before saying:
"But the risk of that path is certainly lower than helping the progenitor escape. Since I began believing in 'Mr. Fool' and praying devoutly to Him, I haven't been influenced by the 'Full Moon Whisper' for many months. If it weren't for my age, I would have the confidence to consume the potion and become a Sequence 6 'Chronicler'.
"And even as it is, given a little more time, I also have considerable confidence in my advancement.
"Even someone like me, who has passed a certain age, can do it. Our next generation, and the one after that, will definitely be able to overcome the original limitations and have the opportunity to push open the door to demigodhood."
Hearing Dorian's words, the other two men and two women besides Verdu nodded slightly in agreement.
They had already converted some of their descendants to believe in "Mister The Fool," and after several months of observation, had confirmed that it truly worked. Now they were planning to begin praying to "Mister The Fool" themselves.
Seeing Verdu's expression wasn't too good, Dorian softened his tone and said:
"What's more, we currently don't have the strength to complete that ritual at all. A demigod on any Pathway is no easy opponent. Among them, the demigods corresponding to the 'Seer' and 'Thief' pathways are both renowned for being cunning, eerie, and dangerous. Even if we were willing to sacrifice ourselves and deploy a Grade 0 sealed artefact, it would be very difficult to capture them."
Verdu pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and slowly exhaled:
"I won't stop you from converting to 'The Fool.' If you can ask that existence for help, to assist the progenitor in breaking free, that would be the best outcome. But before that, I will do everything I can to prepare for the ritual. Dorian, you must remember—the Abraham family's bloodline and glory both come from the progenitor. Without Him, there would be none of us.
"If this matter requires a sacrifice, then I will be the one."
With that, he stood up, put on his top hat, and walked toward the basement exit.
Dorian watched him leave, and after a long while sighed:
"Verdu has been researching all kinds of mystical materials, hoping to find a way to completely resolve the family's curse. I think that kind of resolve has already become part of his blood..."
The other Abraham family members nodded one after another:
"Once he confirms that he can't complete that ritual, he should give up..."
They also secretly hoped Verdu would succeed, but felt it was almost impossible.
…………
On Blue Mountain Island, where the "City of Generosity" Bayam was located, at a private port that had originally belonged to the resistance forces.
A batch of workers who had just finished laying gas pipelines were about to find a place to rest and wait for the carriages sent by the "Sea God" church to take them back to Bayam, when they saw those "
All of these workers had participated in the construction of ports, churches, and art galleries, and they knew just how heavy that grey-white stone was.
They remembered that even with the aid of logs, horses, and machinery, transporting similar stone blocks had been extremely difficult—yet these "
Such strength was simply beyond exaggeration.
Derrick saw that the town's outer walls and some of the buildings, thanks to the efforts of the