Above the gray fog, enormous stone pillars supported a majestic palace.
Two blobs of deep crimson suddenly appeared beside the ancient and mottled bronze long table, blurring and stretching into illusory human figures.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." Audrey, as if veiled in a layer of haziness, curtsied and smiled lightly. "It's a pity there isn't any fine wine here, otherwise we could have toasted to your success."
She was referring to the matter of ritual magic.
"Your power far surpasses our imagination." Alger Wilson also added a compliment.
Klein was still enveloped in thick gray fog. He pressed down slightly with his right hand as if replying to an ordinary, mundane matter, and said:
"Very good. This shows we are walking a fruitful path. In the future, if you have matters to attend to and can't make it on Monday afternoons, conduct the ritual in advance and inform me. Mm, just modify the contents of the incantation like 'Pleading for a good dream' to the specific reason."
"Alright." Audrey nodded briskly. "Mr. Fool, I've obtained another page of Emperor Roselle's diary. I should still owe one page."
"I spent this week far from land, so I couldn't find any new ones." Alger placed his right hand on his chest and bowed forward in apology.
"Don't worry about it. The cycle of this matter is destined to be long." Klein leaned back in his chair, tapping the armrest lightly with his index finger, and looked at Miss "Justice". "You can 'express' the diary now."
Audrey bowed slightly and said:
"As you wish."
She picked up the fountain pen that had suddenly appeared on the table, carefully recalled the runes she had forcefully memorized, and gave the intention to express them.
Within a few seconds, she saw that the parchment in front of her was filled with dense, orderly, and neatly arranged content.
After checking it, she put down the pen and said:
"It's done."
Klein raised his hand slightly, and the piece of parchment instantly appeared in his palm.
Lowering his gaze, he began to read without any emotional fluctuation:
"July 9. I suddenly thought of an interesting question. Since Sequence pathways are also called Divine Grace and God's Pathways, why is the slate that records all twenty-two Sequence pathways called the Blasphemy Slate? 'Blasphemy'... What a thought-provoking word... Who exactly does it blaspheme?"
"Who created the Blasphemy Slate? Why can they master all the Sequence pathways? What else is recorded on it? I really want to see it..."
"July 12. I learned a fact today. Sealed artifacts are an important part of a church's strength, even though some of them are very, very dangerous. Among the seven major churches, the Church of the God of Craftsmanship has the fewest sealed artifacts, and their relative danger level is also the lowest... Did I join a dead-end organization? No, I should think of it this way: only a blank sheet of paper is good for drawing on. A weak organization is beneficial for me to display my talents!"
"July 14. I met that mysterious Mr. Zaratul again. He turns out to be the leader of the ancient organization, the Secret Order!"
Seeing this, Klein's pupils constricted, and he almost showed an abnormal reaction.
According to the materials of the Evernight Church, the Zaratul family only had a certain connection with the Secret Order. In Emperor Roselle's account, the mysterious Mr. Zaratul was further proven to be the leader of the Secret Order.
From this perspective, there was no doubt that the Secret Order controlled the "Seer" Sequence pathway...
While Klein was reading the diary, Audrey looked up towards the head of the table and began to observe out of habit.
However, her gaze was completely blocked by the dense gray fog.
Stunned for a moment, Audrey suddenly snapped back to reality. Alarmed, she turned her head and looked at the illusory deep crimson stars one after another.
"I was too reckless, too bold, too stupid! I actually tried to observe Mr. Fool... Thank goodness he isn't angry." Audrey silently stuck out her tongue, pretending to enjoy the scenery with a leisurely look, just short of humming a cheerful tune.
Alger sat there in silence, his gaze fixed on the surface of the bronze long table, behaving as obediently as if he were in the presence of a true deity.
Klein withdrew his thoughts and swept his gaze to the end of the diary in his hand:
"After knowing I became a 'Savant', Mr. Zaratul said I had chosen a path destined to be arduous but relatively safe in the early stages. I asked why, but he just smiled and said the secrets hidden in the Sequence pathways were far more numerous than I imagined. I couldn't help asking which Sequence pathway he was on, and he told me his Sequence 9 was 'Seer'."
"I deliberately taunted, 'Does every Seer speak half-truths and hide the other half, never making things clear? Besides, he is clearly a High-Sequence powerhouse, he hasn't needed to act as a Seer for a long time!'"
"That Mr. Zaratul said this was a habit he developed since he started as a 'Seer', and only this could pique my curiosity and make me cooperate with him. He hoped I could help him steal a dangerous sealed artifact from the Church of the God of Craftsmanship, a relic of the Antigonus family."
"Obviously, this could only be possible after I became a core member of the Church of the God of Craftsmanship. I asked Mr. Zaratul again how long it would take to digest the potion using the 'Acting Method', and what standard to use to measure it."
"He told me that at Low Sequences, as long as one strictly acts, the potion can be digested within no more than half a year, and at best even just a month. The standard of measurement was very simple. Once completely digested, every Beyonder can immediately feel it themselves. If it is, it is. If it isn't, it isn't."
"I continued to ask for the detailed and specific circumstances, but he just smiled silently."
"Fuck his smiling silence. When I become a High-Sequence powerhouse, I'll beat up every 'Seer' I see!"
…Emperor, rest in peace… Klein read it several times, then turned his gaze back to "Justice" and "The Hanged Man".
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"It is our honor." Audrey, still shaken, completely forgot that she was a 'Spectator'.
She looked at 'The Hanged Man' and organized her words:
"Where can I find the Psychology Alchemists?"