On the rolling sea, inside an ancient, dark sailing ship.
Alger Wilson stood by the window, thinking about what to watch out for when he returned to Pasu Island for his report. Suddenly, the boundless Gray Fog and a figure towering above everything appeared before him.
He immediately saw a crimson light and a blurry figure very likely to be "The World". Then, the other's calm and indifferent words sounded in his ears.
After carefully listening, Alger's eyes widened little by little. He felt both irrepressible joy and intense surprise and astonishment.
He remembered it clearly. At the last Tarot Club meeting, "The World" only promised to help "The Sun" obtain the "Notary" potion formula within three days, without mentioning anything about "Ocean Singer". Yet, just a few days later, this gentleman had obtained the rarely circulating Sequence 5 formula and even gathered the main ingredients!
"What exactly did he do?" Alger muttered to himself. Unbidden, the cold and stern image of Gehrman Sparrow came to his mind, making him feel even more that the other was impossible to see through.
Is this the benefit of being a blessed? Hmm, I just got news yesterday that Gehrman Sparrow boarded the "Future" in Nasden last week. On the one hand, this proves that the "Star Admiral" is indeed "The Hermit". On the other hand, does it also indicate that "The World" did something very important last week, such as entering those dangerous eastern waters to obtain some item, so he had to seek help from "The Hermit"? As a result, he advanced and became a Sequence 5 powerhouse?
This could explain how he obtained the Ocean Singer potion formula and main ingredients in just a few days... But what exactly did he do? Did he kill a quasi-high-level member of the church? Alger couldn't help furrowing his brow.
He quickly calmed down and shifted his focus to other matters:
Although obtaining the formula and main ingredients in one go did bring him great joy and excitement, and he sincerely felt that becoming a member of the Tarot Club was a turning point in his life, accordingly, he also had to pay a sufficient price!
"What can I give to 'The World'..." Alger fell into thought. He lamentably realized that he had no equivalent items or money on him.
He subconsciously paced back and forth, circling around the window.
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Above the Gray Fog, the busy "The World" disappeared, and Klein turned his gaze to "Groseille's Travels" that he had just brought up to the Gray Fog.
This book, bound in tan parchment, lay quietly at the head of the bronze long table. It had nothing special about it; it was so ordinary that only someone interested in history would pay it attention.
Klein materialized paper and pen and cautiously wrote down the first divination statement:
"This is the Uniqueness of the Spectator pathway."
This was what he was most worried about, because it meant he couldn't seal this "travelogue" on the Gray Fog—it could very likely bring unforeseen surprises. And if he carried it with him, Klein might be sucked into the book at any time, which would be very troublesome.
Taking out the pendulum from inside his left sleeve, Klein calmed his mood and attempted divination.
When he opened his eyes, the citrine pendant was rotating counterclockwise.
This meant negation.
"It seems this strange book is not the Uniqueness of the Spectator pathway. So I don't need to be too scared..." Klein thought for a few seconds, then tried to divine if "Groseille's Travels" was an item corresponding to Sequence 1 or Sequence 2 of the Spectator pathway. Unexpectedly, he got a failed result.
Hmm... After a long pondering, he wrote down a new divination statement:
"Its origin."
The reason Klein dared to do this divination was because he knew very well that Sequence 0 of the Spectator pathway had long since fallen, and the uniqueness was likely in the hands of the "Twilight Hermit Society". At present, the possibility of a corresponding True God was almost negligible.
Putting down the pen, holding the paper and book, Klein leaned back in his chair. While muttering the statement, he entered a dream through meditation.
The gray land suddenly split open. The sky became extremely dim, as if a hurricane was sweeping dark clouds everywhere.
In such a gloomy environment, a light spot first appeared on the horizon, then grew larger and clearer.
It was a floating continent!
A continent that could hold several normal cities!
The periphery of the continent was gray-white, revealing the outlines of massive rocks, and above them towered one after another magnificent stone pillars, tens to hundreds of meters high. Some stood alone, while others supported ancient, imposing palaces.
Dragons, some gray-white, some fiery red, some forged from bronze, some condensed from ice, soared across the sky above this continent and this alien city. Sometimes they landed on the top of a pillar to rest, overlooking everything, sometimes they entered the tall and magnificent palaces, disappearing from Klein's sight.
Among them, the smallest could equal the "Northern King" Ulyssian, and the largest reached a hundred meters.
The scene rapidly zoomed in, and a palace possibly over two hundred meters high began to fill Klein's view.
Inside, stone pillars stood, supporting the dome. The space was large enough for any dragon to move freely.