Chapter 1194: A Lion's Hunt of a Rabbit

Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.

He bent down and reached out his right hand. His fingers trembled as he

grabbed the edge of the paper and picked it up.

This time, Dorian was very careful. He began reading each word, one

after another from the very beginning. Sometimes he was enlightened,

sometimes confused, sometimes puzzled, and sometimes in pain.

The letter Fors had sent wasn't long. He only used three minutes to read

it twice before he fell into a long silence.

The sunlight shined through the window and landed on the toppled table.

Dorian Gray Abraham's lips suddenly quivered, but he ultimately didn't

make a sound.

Separated by a piece of paper, his right thumb and index finger quickly

rubbed against each other and ignited the letter with a scarlet flame.

After doing all of this, Dorian packed his belongings, put on his

disguise, changed his clothes, and left the rented apartment. Using the

identity he had previously prepared, he went to another place.

After settling down, he sat beside the desk and stared at the brass

ornament, seemingly deep in thought.

The area became darker and darker as the sunlight weakened. Dorian's

eyelids twitched as he slowly sighed.

He then unfolded the piece of paper and picked up the fountain pen. As

he pondered, he wrote:

"...I'm very happy to see you digesting the Scribe potion in a few

months. This means that you might really become a demigod...

"...These are the key points to take note of while acting as a Traveler,

at least the ones that I know of. However, you have to remember that

everyone's personality is different. There will always be some

differences in acting in real life, so you can't copy blindly... This

doesn't mean that the acting principles of others are wrong, but that it

might lead to a huge conflict in your heart, affecting your mental

state... Sometimes, you can make appropriate adjustments to slow down

the speed at which the potion is being digested, but it will only be

beneficial to you. You have to remember: acting is a tool, not something

to lord over you...

"I look forward to the day you completely digest the Traveler potion, I

will prepare the corresponding ingredients and a present for you.

"...I'm very interested in the matter of the Abraham family's curse

mentioned by that gentleman... I think you should have noticed long ago

that I have done a certain degree of research on such matters.

Otherwise, you wouldn't always ask me about such matters...

"I hope you can continue to learn about this matter at a deeper

level..."

After writing the reply, Dorian Gray Abraham closed his eyes and quickly

folded the paper.

January 1351, Backlund's new year was much bleaker than before.

In a basement in West Borough, there were a few candles flickering with

yellow flames, illuminating the surrounding altars, chairs, and round

tables.

At the edge of the light, in a place that was extremely dark, a figure

appeared indistinct. At times, it would sway, sometimes stretching into

a thin entity that didn't have any thickness. It was like a shadow that

came alive.

Suddenly, the figure said in a deep voice, "You arrived earlier than I

expected."

Beside the candle, a figure quickly appeared in the spot illuminated the

greatest by the light.

It was a man dressed in a mysterious black robe. His brown hair was

slightly curled, and his dark, deep eyes seemed to contain countless

objects.

He was none other than one of the five saints of the Aurora Order, the

Saint of Secrets, Botis.

Botis smiled and said, "To me, distance is not a problem."

He pulled a chair and sat down before saying to the long and narrow

shadow, "Have you investigated thoroughly? Did you find anything

unusual?"

The shadow that nearly slinked into the shadows answered in a low voice,

"There aren't any problems."

"Really?" At the confirmation of the question, Botis instinctively had

doubts. "Kisma, could this be a trap?"

The Aurora Order's Saint Tenebrous, Kisma, slowly shook his head and

said, "The target is very careful. It's definitely not a case of

deliberate exposure.

"If she wasn't seeking to purchase an ancient wraith's cursed item, we

wouldn't have been able to sense that she might be related to the

Abraham family."

Saint of Secrets Botis seemed to be in thought as he said, "An ancient

wraith's cursed item. This is one of the main ingredients of Scribe. I

remember that the Abraham family does have a spare Asmann's brain...

Heh, they aren't willing to directly provide a Scribe Beyonder

characteristic, hoping to carry out some tests. It's indeed the style of

the Abraham family. To put it simply, they don't have enough trust in

others."

Saint Tenebrous Kisma didn't echo Botis's words as he continued, "Even

if she was seeking to purchase the main ingredients of the Scribe

potion, we wouldn't have noticed any problems. After all, not every

believer knows the corresponding mysticism knowledge, but she even

mentioned some questions related to Apprentice and the Abrahams.

"She was really cautious in this aspect. The circle of Beyonders from

which she sought to purchase materials from and the one she asked

questions weren't the same. Different matters were left to different

circles. Furthermore, at times, she would hire other participants to

help her make requests.

"If it weren't for the fact that we have our people in those few circles

and were able to combine the intelligence, we wouldn't have noticed

her."

Saint of Secrets Botis nodded slightly and asked, "Why didn't you just

take action? You even came to me?"

In the shadows, the darkness stirred and replied slowly, "The situation

in Backlund is getting more and more tense. The Nighthawks, the Mandated

Punishers, and the Machinery Hivemind are carpet sweeping the area, one

spot after another. We're being watched very closely.

"If I were to handle this matter, it would be fine if there weren't any

accidents. However, if an accident were to happen, I might not be able

to escape due to not having 'Grazed' a Secrets Sorcerer.

"Besides, aren't you the one who is most interested in the Abraham

family?"

Botis chuckled and said, "I'm not interested in them at all. I just want

them to all die.

"To ensure my own safety, the most important thing is to nip revenge in

the bud. This is the philosophy I abide by."

As he spoke, the Saint of Secrets took out a crystal ball from his black

robe's pocket.

The crystal ball was neither clear nor translucent, as if it had been

injected with the dark night.

As he touched it with his palm, his lips quivered. This strange crystal

ball suffused a resplendent glow.

They were like stars that slowly spun, forming a complicated scene.

"It's still acceptable..." Botis looked at the crystal ball in his right

hand and nodded gently.

He then looked at the "ghostly shadow."

"Give me the details."

When he learned that there would be a Beyonder gathering in a particular

circle tonight, with the target possibly appearing, the Saint of Secrets

Botis stood up and said to Saint Tenebrous Kisma, "I need to make some

preparations."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand opened and with a gentle

lift, his fingers closed.

The region he was in immediately warped and vanished.

The candles, flames, round table, and chairs that were originally

located here vanished, leaving behind only the tiles and ceiling.

After a while, the shadows moved and everything returned to normal.

Nothing happened to Saint of Secrets Botis, but Saint Tenebrous's figure

appeared out of the darkness.

He looked at Botis and said in a deep voice, "Your caution has exceeded

the necessary limits."

"But this isn't a bad thing. I hope that I can resolve the problem

without anyone noticing," Botis replied with a smile. "You can follow

me. You can hide in the shadows as my support. You will not directly

appear, and you will leave immediately once you discover anything

amiss."

"...Alright." Saint Tenebrous Kisma slowly walked out of the shadows.

He looked young and handsome with outstanding facial features, but his

face seemed to be covered with a faint curtain of darkness.

After coming close to Botis, there were a series of illusory chewing

sounds that came from nowhere. The chewing sounds and the sound of

digesting could be heard, as well as undisguised evil and hunger.

This made the demigod shudder involuntarily.

Saint Tenebrous's eyes froze for a second as he cast a shocked and

surprised look at Botis's face.

The corners of Botis's mouth curled up as he revealed a rather cruel

smile.

A few seconds later, one of them used "Teleportation," and the other

merged into the shadows and left the house.

In an apartment that had been in disrepair for years, in the area

intersecting Backlund's East Borough and the bridge area, there were a

few rooms on the first floor of a cheap motel that had their rooms

connected.

When Botis walked out from the spirit world, the Beyonder gathering was

only to be held two to three hours later. No one had arrived yet.

He looked around and took in the long tables that were arranged messily.

After observing the environment, he walked to a corner with his right

hand pulling the curtain.

The region was then enveloped by a shadow, distorting before vanishing.

This was because there wasn't anything there to begin with. There was no

objective measure, so no one would have discovered that there was a

space missing. They would only feel that the distance between the walls

and themselves was a little closer, but upon closer inspection,

everything was normal.

This was the "Space Concealment" power of a Secrets Sorcerer!

They could use this ability to split a place into two and conceal part

of it. One had to use a specific "door" to enter.

At that moment, in the area that had been divided and hidden, the room

existed normally. There were floor tiles, a ceiling, and a cockroach

crawling across the ground.

The cockroach rushed to the boundary and was blocked by the endless

darkness.

After Saint of Secrets Botis surveyed the area, his gaze paused at a

transparent vortex in midair.

This was the "door."

Every hidden space would definitely have a "door."

After some thought, Botis reached into the black robe's pocket, took out

a mirror, and inserted it into the "door."

The mirror twisted and quickly reflected the scene in the outside world.

There were chairs and long tables randomly strewn around. The place was

empty.

In this way, Botis used this mirror to monitor the Beyonder gathering's

venue.

Seconds changed to minutes as the Beyonders dressed in various disguises

arrived.

One of the hooded figures habitually chose a corner near the window. She

took out a palm-sized notebook and casually flipped through a few pages,

as though she was revising the main points of her questions or checking

if she was fully prepared.

And behind her to the side, there was an ordinary mirror embedded in the

wall.