Chapter 1186: Opportunity and Danger Are Two Sides of the Same Coin

The Fool acknowledged softly and didn't deny The Hanged Man's guess, nor

was he certain that it was Queen of Calamity Cohinem. After all, it was

impossible for him to take out a gold coin in front of him and perform a

divination on the spot.

Alger waited for a few seconds. Seeing no clear response from Mr. Fool,

he quickly went into greater detail about what he had said in the

prayer. From the woman suspected to be Queen of Calamity Cohinem saying

that he had some elven blood in him, to how she gave him a promise of

becoming a demigod, as well as the key to the Western Continent and the

completion of the agreement.

After recounting everything, Alger shut his mouth and lowered his head,

not daring to directly ask Mr. Fool what "He" thought. He obediently

waited for the great existence to speak.

*Some elven blood... Send something from the Book of Calamity to the

Western Continent... The missing Western Continent might reappear

again... The Western Continent...* The Fool Klein listened

quietly. He closed his eyes and calmly said, "This is very dangerous,

but this is also an opportunity for you."

He had already gained initial control of Sefirah Castle, and the power

he could mobilize had reached the level of a Sequence 2 angel. As for

Queen of Calamity Cohinem, she couldn't be higher than this level;

therefore, he was quite confident that he could resist the various

accidents brought about by the Elf Queen.

It was precisely because of this that he dared to claim it to be an

opportunity for The Hanged Man.

Of course, the prerequisite for grasping the opportunity was that The

Hanged Man wasn't rash or went overboard. He had to constantly remember

to ask for protection at all times. Therefore, Klein specially

emphasized that it was very dangerous. He wanted The Hanged Man to

remember to pray to Mr. Fool before he took action.

This short sentence had two meanings to it, but he believed that Mr.

Hanged Man would definitely understand it.

Alger was delighted as he replied rather sincerely, as though he had

learned from The Sun.

"My faith lies only with Mr. Fool!"

These words made Klein feel uneasy as he remembered the pain of being

drowned by endless lightning. He could only smile without saying a word.

Alger deliberated for a moment before asking, "Honorable Mr. Fool, what

are the incantations or commands needed to enter the Western Continent?"

I would like to know that too... The Fool Klein sighed and

said, "It's not time for you to know."

"Yes, Mr. Fool." Alger didn't ask further as he bowed respectfully.

When he returned to the real world, he immediately walked out of the

tent and led his sailors out. Under the light of the morning sun, he

spent a certain amount of time reaching the elven ruin.

The scene here was identical to what he had seen in his dream. The

withered vines covered the decaying wooden structure, and there were

some areas where the text on monuments could be seen. The air seemed to

have frozen, as though no one had stepped in for a long time.

Looking around, Alger suddenly thought of a question.

*How was he to face the Church after he really relied on the Queen of

Calamity to become a demigod?*

*Directly rebel, becoming the fifth king over the Five Seas---no, the

sixth king? But this way, I won't have a chance to come into contact

with the Book of Calamity. Unless I design a situation that forces the

Church to use this Sealed Artifact that might've been labeled as Grade 0

without my knowledge. That will not only be very difficult, but I have

to become a Sea King, or even a Calamity to succeed... Yes, I can

request The World's help... If I wish to continue staying in the Church,

I have to give them a reason that they cannot ignore but is sufficiently

believable...* Alger frowned slightly without hiding his

solemnity.

In the eyes of the sailors who followed him, this was a sign that he was

worried about the ruin.

As his thoughts churned, Alger gradually came up with ideas:

*There are many books in the Church that have records of people turning

into demigods due to a fortuitous encounter... Two-thirds of them were

invaded by evil gods and devils and eventually lost their lives in the

purification process... However, a third of them passed the test and

became a high-ranking deacon or a cardinal...*

*Now that the war has broken out, the situation in Loen is tense. As

long as there aren't any problems during the investigation, the Church

wouldn't mind having an additional Sequence 4 demigod as cannon

fodder... Then, I can slowly gain their trust later...*

*The prerequisite for all of this is that the Queen of Calamity hasn't

truly attempted to corrupt me or left a mark on me...*

*Considering the various Sealed Artifacts in the Church's possession, I

have to pray for Mr. Fool's blessings ahead of time... According to Miss

Justice, Angel's Embrace can effectively hide one's true thoughts and

tests in one's dream...*

With the members of the Tarot Club beginning to become demigods or about

to become demigods, Alger really didn't wish to be lining the bottom of

the barrel. Just like in the past, he had done so many things in the

Church, all for the sake of being superior to others. Now, he was

naturally willing to take a certain risk.

With this decision, Alger immediately led his sailors into the ruins and

began exploring the path in his dreams.

This time, he didn't split his subordinates into small teams. On the one

hand, he was worried that an accident might occur, and on the other

hand, he hoped that they could all be his "witness."

After fifteen minutes, Alger and his crew arrived beside the giant tree

that had signs of its soil being churned.

Before he could survey his surroundings, his vision blurred, and he saw

a gorgeous palace made up of coral.

Above the palace was a layer of deep blue seawater that rippled

outwards. Giant pillars stood tall and held up an exaggerated dome. It

was tall and beautiful, but also dark and gloomy.

Alger looked around and realized that all the sailors beside him had

disappeared. He immediately knew that he might have been pulled into an

illusion.

He took a silent breath and slowly walked into the coral palace.

There were many elves inside. They were either roasting fish or placing

spices in the coagulated animal blood. Their choice of utensil was two

tree branches to bring the food to their mouths. None of them minded the

entrance of a stranger.

Alger then cast his gaze to the nine-staired stairs a hundred meters

away.

On the steps, there was a coral throne inlaid with sapphires, emerald,

and lustrous pearls. The Elf Queen, Queen of Calamity, was sitting

there, looking down at Alger.

"Very good." Cohinem nodded and threw out the exquisite gold wine glass.

The gentle but resilient wind held the wine cup in its embrace and, like

tiny pixies in a line, carried the corresponding items towards Alger.

Alger reached out to receive it and looked down. He discovered that

there was a blue liquid inside the golden cup. It was incorporeal,

dreamy, and surreal.

"Drink it, and then head to the waters near the Symeem Island of the

Rorsted Archipelago. Find this coral palace. The thing you want is

inside."

"If I don't drink this 'wine,' I won't be able to see that palace?"

Alger asked thoughtfully.

Although he was facing an angel, he was still able to communicate rather

calmly. This was because he met a mighty figure every week and was

already used to this situation.

Queen of Calamity Cohinem nodded and said, "That's right."

"Will you leave a mark on me?" Alger asked cautiously.

"Yes," Cohinem said coldly. "So, before entering the coral palace and

obtaining the corresponding items, you can't return to Pasu Island. You

can't meet the angels under Leodero."

The pontiff can't be met even if I want to... Alger heaved a

sigh of relief inwardly before asking, "After I get hold of that item,

the effect of this 'wine' will disappear?"

Elf Queen Cohinem, replied without any change in expression, "No, you

need to directly consume that characteristic.

"When the time comes, this 'wine' will transform into a seal, allowing

that characteristic to temporarily not invade your body. How you prepare

the ritual and explain this to the Church of Storms will be up to you."

*Let the characteristic belong to me first before holding the ritual?

This way, there might be a better way for the Church to accept

it...* Alger thought for a moment before raising his hand to

bring the wine cup to his lips.

The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat and disappeared in a blink of

an eye. The entire coral palace shattered as the light of dawn and the

remnants of the gigantic green tree reappeared in front of Alger.

*You didn't sign a contract or get me to swear an oath? Yes, drinking

that cup of "wine" is equivalent to making an agreement...*

Alger retracted his gaze and said to the surrounding sailors who were

unaware, "There's nothing here. Let's go deeper and take a look."

In the ancient palace above the fog.

Klein also retracted his gaze from the crimson star representing The

Hanged Man and nodded thoughtfully.

*That's Siatas and Mobet's grave... I never expected that golden wine

cup to have such an effect...*

*That is indeed Elf Queen Cohinem... How's "Her" present condition? Half

of it is in the Book of Calamity, while the other is hiding somewhere

unknown. "She" was using the golden wine cup or the characteristic to

influence reality?*

*Mr. Hanged Man hasn't been contaminated for the time being. I'll wait

for him to head to the Rorsted Archipelago before making another

assessment.*

As his true body had a limited amount of time left in the Historical

Void, Klein didn't stay any longer, and he returned to the pitch-black

wilderness. He carried the lantern that emitted a faint yellow light as

he walked towards a certain location.

As he walked, he turned his head to look east, which was symbolic of

where Chernobyl was. His footsteps slowed down involuntarily.

*Once I gather sufficient information from the Dark Demonic Wolf's

former hiding spots, I'll head east. I'll walk all the way until I reach

the boundary and confirm the situation. Then, I'll consider the matter

of the Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic... Amon probably wouldn't

expect that I would suddenly leave... "He" definitely knows the past of

the Dark Demonic Wolf. It's impossible for "Him" to do the same kinds of

investigations that I'll be doing... Yes, but "He" will definitely be

tracking me...* Klein exhaled slowly and sped up his pace.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark and

red desolate plains. Raindrops began dripping down intermittently.

Klein dragged out a black umbrella from the Historical Void. With one

hand holding an umbrella and the other holding the lantern, he proceeded

alone.

About a week later, the Future was docked somewhere along the long Loen

coastline.

Cattleya held a stack of tarot cards in her hand and said to the

sailors---Nina, and company, "I'll be staying in Loen for some time. All

of you have to watch Frank and prevent him from doing his strange

experiments."