Chapter 1230: Meeting Again

As he had personal experience, Klein placed himself in the shoes of the

Dark Demonic Wolf and pondered.

Usually, he would shut down the automatic prayer response to prevent an

enemy from using the feedback to establish a connection and lock onto

his position;

Under this premise, to receive a sudden prayer from a stranger would no

doubt lead to "Him" relying on the corresponding point of light to

observe the supplicant and grasp more information. This allowed "Him" to

make preparations for what might happen in the future;

If the person chanting the honorific name was a powerful existence like

Amon or someone relatively more familiar, it would be best to destroy

that point of light immediately. However, if the person was a stranger,

under such a situation where "He" was completely safe, "He" would

monitor him for a long period of time to understand the exact situation

and see if there was a need for a counterattack. It was something that

every rational creature would most likely do. At the very least, Klein

would do so.

The essence of this matter was that non-Mythical Creatures were marked

by high-level existences. They could die in a baffling and tragic manner

at any moment. To the supplicant, this was equivalent to suicide or

something even more terrifying. To the Dark Demonic Wolf, it was only a

positive outcome, nothing negative.

At the beginning, the suspicious Dark Demonic Wolf would definitely

suspect that there was a conspiracy. "He" wouldn't dare to establish a

connection and influence Klein from a distance. However, with the

passage of time, as the observations deepened and a confirmation was

made that the other party was a non-angel weakling who possessed the

aura of Sefirah Castle with signs of being unprepared, "He" would

definitely find an opportunity to attack from afar. At the time when

Klein was most unprepared, "He" would mark the prayer light and deal a

remote attack.

This aligned with Klein's previous conclusion about his advantage that

Klein---"I'm very weak."

The only problem with this plan was that the initiative was completely

in the hands of the Dark Demonic Wolf. Everything Klein did would be

monitored, and there was no way to prepare ahead of time. Once the other

party tried to exert "His" influence on him, he would not be able to

fight back and wouldn't be spared.

*Phew, by doing so, I would successfully bait the prey, but kill the

hunter as a result... It's meaningless... Yet, if I don't place myself

in such a passive position, it will be difficult to bait an angel of the

Seer pathway, the paranoid demonic wolf... This is something that a

marionette or others cannot do in my stead... If only I can be certain

that the Dark Demonic Wolf wouldn't rashly attack remotely because of

"His" paranoia and will only choose to monitor and observe...*

Thoughts raced through Klein's mind as he sought out the possibilities

amongst numerous impossibilities.

With regards to this, he could only sigh inwardly, feeling regretful for

not being an angel from the Spectator pathway.

According to his assumptions, the angels of the Spectator pathway would

more or less have some special characteristics of "the more others know

about you, the more you understand them." When the Dark Demonic Wolf

monitored him closely through prayer light and ended up carefully

observing an angel from the Spectator pathway, "His" position would

undoubtedly be exposed to the other party.

*Unfortunately, I'm not... Besides, the Spectator pathway's Sequence 2

might not be able to do so. I can only be certain that a Sequence 1 has

this special trait... Summoning 0-08 from the fog of history? No, let's

not talk about whether I can summon that quill without Groselle's

Travels. Even if I successfully create a projection, the quill is a

quill while I am still myself. The Dark Demonic Wolf's understanding of

me doesn't make 0-08 do the reverse. Also, I can only use it for a mere

two minutes. It wouldn't be enough to sense anything... It can be used

as supplementary to the plan, writing the development I wish to see

happen, making the Dark Demonic Wolf's "choice" appear reasonable so as

to eliminate uncertain elements...* Klein considered for a long

while, but he failed to find a suitable plan to bait his prey.

Apart from feeling regretful that he wasn't a Sequence 1 angel of the

Spectator pathway, he had also thought of the cosmos:

Just learning of it would result in corruption from the cosmos!

*If I had the nature of the cosmos, then after the Dark Demonic Wolf

uses the prayer point of light to monitor me, "He" would be corrupted,

allowing me to lock onto "His" position. However, the cosmos's nature is

higher than that of an angel. How could I have it... I keep feeling like

I've forgotten something...* Klein made The World Gehrman

Sparrow shake his head indiscernibly as he surveyed the area.

"There's no need to discuss the answer now. You can go back and

communicate with the right person with suitable methods."

He focused his attention on The Star Leonard and The Hermit Cattleya,

hoping that they would be able to get advice from the existences that

were more experienced such as Pallez Zoroast and Queen Mystic

Bernadette.

As for himself, he would return to Backlund with the aid of the

historical projection. He would seek advice from Miss Messenger, Will

Auceptin, and the ascetic, Arianna.

*This is what it means to seek the opinions of angels or quasi-Angels

before making a major decision...* Klein made a self-deprecatory

comment.

When Leonard and Cattleya heard that, they nodded in unison.

"Alright."

Following that, the members of the Tarot Club began discussing the

situations of the various battlefields until the end of the gathering.

After returning to the real world, Leonard, who was resting in Saint

Samuel Cathedral's basement, spoke in a low voice, explaining all the

questions that Klein had posed to him and said, "Old Man, do you have

any suggestions?"

"This is him trying to obtain the Miracle Invoker Beyonder

characteristic left behind in the Forsaken Land of the Gods..." Pallez

Zoroast was first enlightened before he chuckled. "Tell your former

colleague that there's no way he can resolve this matter himself. I only

have one suggestion. That is to seek help from The Fool!"

Leonard knew Old Man's character very well. He hurriedly asked, "Is this

really the only suggestion?"

Pallez Zoroast harrumphed and said, "That's a Mythical Creature that

even Amon can't capture. It's possible only by relying on The Fool's

help."

Only then did Leonard nod and sigh.

"It seems that's the only way..."

Two days later, two minutes before the meeting time that The Moon Emlyn

had agreed to meet Maric.

Fors sat on a reclining chair beside the fireplace and listened to the

commotion on the second floor. She cast her gaze at her friend, Xio.

"If the war continues, Backlund will definitely suffer more attacks. Are

you really not going to evacuate your mother and brother to the

surrounding villages?"

Xio's short, light-blonde hair was parted in an asymmetrical fashion and

was neatly combed. Compared to last year, she looked more serious and

had the bearing of an adjudicator. She was like a high-ranking knight

leading an order of knights.

She hesitantly said, "The population in the surrounding villages has

reached its limit. Besides, I can still get enough food from MI9 now."

Having said that, she paused and said, "If the flames of war really

reach Backlund, take them 'Traveling' to Intis and Feynapotter..."

"It seems that's the only way..." Just as Fors was about to mention the

matter of her buying food in Intis a few days ago, she suddenly heard

the alarm ring.

She shivered and suddenly sat up straight. She stretched out her right

hand, which was wearing a red string, and grabbed into the air.

Her arm sank as she pulled out Gehrman Sparrow, who was wearing a silk

top hat and a black trench coat without glasses.

The cold adventurer's eyes rolled and gained consciousness, reducing the

amount of spirituality that Miss Magician had to expend.

He nodded gently as he made the glove on his left hand become

transparent.

In less than a second, Gehrman Sparrow "Teleported" away and disappeared

from Fors and Xio's rented apartment.

"..." Fors was stunned for a moment before the corners of her mouth

twitched slightly. She turned to Xio and said, "I think I'm just a

tool..."

The sky was already dark, but the street lamps weren't lit up. Only the

crimson moon illuminated the entire city.

When Klein arrived at the agreed-upon place, he looked around and saw

the unusually cold streets, the burning marks on the walls, and the

collapsed buildings not far away for a few seconds.

Just based on what he saw, Backlund was desolate and dilapidated. It

even had the smell of gunpowder wafting through the city.

At this moment, Emlyn White walked out of an alley and nodded at the

crazy adventurer.

According to Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he didn't say a word or

bow. To prevent any delay in whatever precious time Gehrman Sparrow had,

he led him to a nearby house and knocked on the door rhythmically.

With a creak, the door opened automatically, revealing a dark

environment blanketed with faint moonlight.

The moment Emlyn and Klein entered, they saw the white-shirt and

black-vested Maric sitting on the sofa. The door behind them seemed to

have a life of its own as it slammed to a close.

After taking a glance at him, Emlyn smiled and pointed at him.

"This is my partner, Mr. Gehrman Sparrow."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the way Maric

looked at him was even odder, as though he was examining an idiot.

"Long time no see." Maric immediately stood up, pressed his hand to his

chest, and bowed at Sherlock Moriarty.

Since the other party didn't appear in the image of Sherlock Moriarty,

he definitely wouldn't take the initiative to mention such matters.

"Long time no see." Klein took off his hat and surveyed the area. "Miss

Sharron, please come out for the discussion. I have limited time."

As he spoke, he took out a silver adventurer's harmonica and blew into

it.

A figure wearing a dark and complicated long dress holding four blonde,

red-eyed heads walked out from the void.

The messenger summoned by the harmonica's historical projection was an

objective existence. It didn't increase the spirituality burden of Fors.

At the same time, Maric nodded and said, "Alright."

He cast his gaze on the high stool on the other side of the room.

Emlyn looked at the Wraith in a daze, then at Gehrman Sparrow and the

spirit world creature he summoned. For some reason, he felt like he had

been ostracized and didn't belong here.

And on that high stool, a figure quickly outlined itself. Her skin was

fair like a doll, and she wore an exquisite black regal dress and a

small bonnet of the same color. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were

slightly pale in color.