Chapter 1228: Wishes

Without waiting for The World Gehrman Sparrow to respond, Audrey, who

was maintaining her posture, slowly said a few words:

"Heaviness...

"Pain...

"Shame..."

Klein listened silently without commenting on what Miss Justice said.

Instead, he asked in a gentle tone that was closer to the image of

Dwayne Dantès, "Why do you suddenly want to do such a test?"

"It's not a test." Audrey shook her head. "It's just to reveal the

details that I usually hide and avoid. I want to see what I really look

like in the eyes of others."

After pausing for a moment, she moved her lips without a smile.

"After our previous conversation, I really am trying to come up with a

plan. I plan to secretly do some manipulating, so that the nobles,

businessmen, royal family, and the Church can release enough food from

their stockpiles.

"Theoretically, this is a simple matter, but when actually trying to put

it into action, I realize that I can't be as determined and decisive as

I thought.

"Some of them are my uncles and aunts, some of them are my cousins. Some

of them are friends I've known since I was young, while others are

elders who have been very protective of me. Some of them I often meet

with during various charity events and are rather friendly. They formed

my childhood and gave me too much. It was a part of my growth, a part of

the beautiful memories of my past...

"Besides, the food they accumulated wasn't stolen. Their explanation is

actually reasonable.

"I really can't do it---to make them my target in an attempt to rob them

of a portion of their wealth. At least, it's like this now."

As she spoke, Audrey's voice unknowingly escalated into a crescendo, as

if she was arguing with someone.

She then realized that she had lost her composure, and remained silent

for two seconds before continuing, "That's why I want to know more about

myself. I want to strip away the false image from our past

relationships. Under different circumstances, I want to ask myself what

I really want, whether my thoughts in the past were impulsive,

hypocritical, and naive, or strong beliefs from my heart."

At this point, Audrey suddenly smiled.

"Although I haven't come to any conclusions, the attempt has already

brought some added benefits.

"I used to think that I had strictly abided by the principle of 'you're

only acting,' but now I realize that I'm almost addicted to acting.

"Other pathways require different identities and occupations. The

Spectator pathway's acting is completely consistent with one's daily

life. Sometimes, it's hard to clearly differentiate between them.

"The simplest example: Who wouldn't want to be loved by everyone? Hence,

when facing different people, I would wear a different mask and use the

powers of the Spectator pathway to create an image that suits the other

party's expectations the best. When there are more and more of such

things, when you face everyone, you would actually be obsessed with

'acting.' You would almost lose yourself."

Klein nodded slightly and said, "That's a good lesson."

He didn't comment on Miss Justice's prior words.

After a moment of silence, Audrey slowly said, "During this period of

time, I've read the East Borough investigation report that my father

hired someone to do. I've experienced many different things.

"Before the war, many of the poor people, workers, and farmers have

lived lives that are as difficult as the lives today. They've been in

constant hunger and pain. The changes to the Poor Law, and the strict

laws about the working hours and environment, has indeed brought about

some improvement to the management of the pollution in the air, but just

a little...

"After the war ends, and if---if we overcome the apocalypse, will such

things happen again?"

As she spoke, Audrey pursed her lips tightly and fell into silence.

Klein could sense Miss Justice's confusion and perplexity. After some

deliberation, he didn't say the answer in his heart. He said in a deep

voice, "These questions of yours, including what you said about your

true thoughts, require you to find the answers yourself. No one can

replace you.

"I can only give you some advice. Go to the fields and take a look at

the hardworking farmers. Go to the factories and take a look at the

diligent workers. Go to the East district and experience them. Go to the

library and read through the past newspapers and other related works."

Audrey listened attentively and nodded seriously.

"I will try."

She immediately stood up and bowed towards the end of the long, mottled

table. Although Mr. Fool had left, she believed that "He" was watching.

Just as she was waiting for Mr. Fool to send her back to the real world,

The World suddenly said, "Hold on."

"Oh?" Audrey expressed her curiosity with a nasal grunt.

Klein looked at her and conjured a piece of paper.

"This is the description of a Mythical Creature's character and

behaviors. I hope you can provide me with some help. Based on this

analysis, determine what kind of reactions 'He' will carry out in

different situations."

"Alright." Audrey did not refuse and agreed.

After she took the piece of paper and finished reading the content,

Klein deliberated and said, "Regarding what you just said, I have

another suggestion:

"There are two types of questions that you have. Some of them are indeed

very pressing, while the others are not. You can wait for things to calm

down and do a deeper investigation. Well, once a person is anxious, they

will easily make mistakes. It's best you be clear about the

differences."

Audrey thought for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"I understand."

After responding, she suddenly laughed.

"I thought you called me at the last moment to give me your blessings,

hoping that I will still love this world after seeing the world as it

is."

Klein was first taken aback before he asked with a smile, "You seem to

have read a lot of Emperor Roselle's novels?"

"He's an outstanding novelist and also a very complicated and

contradictory person," Audrey said with a faint smile.

Klein nodded indiscernibly and spoke slowly, "If I wanted to give you my

blessings, I wouldn't have said that.

"I would have said, I hope that you will still love your family and

friends after seeing them as they are."

Audrey was taken aback as her lips quivered, as though she was repeating

the words.

After a few seconds, she closed her eyes and said with a slightly hoarse

voice, "Thank you..."

Sonia Sea, in the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago.

The Blue Avenger led a pirate fleet through the battlefield that was

ravaged by war.

Suddenly, a huge fireball flew over from nowhere. Intertwined silver

beams split apart the surface of the sea, creating a passageway that

didn't originally exist. Surrounded by the massive waves on both sides,

it pointed straight at the Blue Avenger.

Alger Wilson, who was standing at the bow, raised his right hand without

a change in expression when he saw this scene.

A violent hurricane suddenly appeared, sweeping up the azure-blue

seawater and curling up the silver rays, like a long snake that shot

into the sky, colliding with the huge fireball.

Boom!

The water splashed down like rain.

Alger immediately locked onto a battleship, opened his mouth, and let

out an angry roar.

With a boom, the boat was suddenly lifted into the air by a ferocious

wave.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Blue Avenger's cannons

automatically fired as a series of salvos echoed continuously.

Realizing that the Beyonder on the other party's warship was trying to

use the force of the fireball's detonation to allow the ship to drift

sideways, Alger suddenly pulled down his right hand.

A thick bolt of silver lightning struck down, charring the Beyonder's

body as he constantly convulsed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As artillery shells hit their target, the ship disintegrated in midair.

At that instant, Alger felt a little dazed. He couldn't help but look

down at his right hand.

*This is the power of a Cataclysmic Interrer. Is this how it feels to be

a demigod?* He sighed in his heart in a somewhat intoxicated

manner before quickly snapping back to his senses. He got the Blue

Avenger to pursue the enemy.

An hour later, the intense sea battle was over. Loen's side had once

again secured the Rorsted Archipelago.

Alger was in a rather good mood. After returning to the port on the Blue

Avenger, he called the sailors down and headed for one of the few bars

that still remained open for business.

Loen had already issued an alcohol ban during wartime as a way to add to

the food rationing efforts. But to sailors, alcohol was indispensable.

Therefore, in the area controlled by the Church of the Lord of Storms,

the restrictions in this area weren't too strict. Furthermore, the

Rorsted Archipelago had plenty of produce and there weren't too many

people. The shipping lines were under control, so their food supply

hadn't been disrupted.

After walking for a distance, Alger's gaze suddenly froze.

The street in front of him had been hit, and many houses had already

collapsed. One of them had a huge crater in a concrete field, while the

four-story building beside it was left in ruins.

The smile on Alger's face gradually disappeared.

On Monday afternoon, 3:00 p.m. Backlund time.

Dark red beams of light shot up from both sides of the long bronze

table, coagulating into blurry figures.

After all the members bowed to Mr. Fool, the gathering's transaction

segment began since there weren't any more Roselle diary pages or

accumulated questions.

Emlyn immediately sat up straight and surveyed the area.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a commission."

"Which Shaman King do you wish to hunt?" Cattleya asked according to her

understanding of Mr. Moon.

"..." Emlyn took two seconds to digest her question. He maintained his

elegant smile and said, "You guessed correctly."

Cattleya nodded slightly and said, "What kind of payment can you

provide?"

Emlyn was once again at a loss for words, a little embarrassed to say

what he had prepared to say.

At this moment, The World at the bottom end of the long bronze table

suddenly said, "You found someone from the Rose School of Thought

temperance faction to cooperate with?"

Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's right."

"Then I can take on this commission." As this was related to Miss

Messenger, Miss Sharron, and Maric, Klein controlled The World to take

the initiative to accept the mission. "Of course, this requires a

certain medium."

Without waiting for Emlyn to respond, he made Gehrman Sparrow look at

Miss Magician.

"Make some preparations in advance."

??? Fors, who had been watching the entire thing play out like

a performance, wore a blank look on her face.