Chapter 1325: More than Half a Year Later

City of Generosity, Bayam, in a rented apartment lit up with gas lamps.

Verdu Abraham, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, held a

thick stack of information. He was reading seriously under the dim

light, drawing a symbol and recording what he deemed useful information

from time to time.

He left Loen and came to the Rorsted Archipelago mainly to avoid being

watched by Dorian and his other family members, and focus on studying

mysticism. He wanted to find an effective way to save Ancestor Bethel

Abraham, or rather, reduce the difficulty of the known ritual.

However, he hadn't made any headway after half a year. It was as though

he had no other choice other than hunting a Bizarro Sorcerer, a

Parasite, and a Secrets Sorcerer.

This made Verdu rather depressed, but he was clear about how dangerous a

Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was. Even if he was willing to sacrifice

himself, he was unable to truly control it. He was unable to guarantee

the final outcome.

And the most important thing was that he couldn't find any Bizarro

Sorcerers or Parasites. They were all saints that were hard to track,

with styles that were known for being strange and bizarre.

Phew... Verdu put down the stack of documents in his hand and

muttered silently, *Don't tell me I can only place my hopes on The Fool

like Dorian and the others?*

Upon thinking of The Fool, Verdu couldn't help but frown. This was

because there were more and more half-giants promoting The Fool's faith

in Bayam City, so much so that even he, who rarely went out, heard of

it.

This made him suspect if he had arrived near the headquarters of the

Church of The Fool.

If it wasn't for the mysterious knowledge that was spread in secret in

the Rorsted Archipelago was far beyond Verdu's expectations---many of

them were things that the Abraham family didn't know of, and were

extremely useful---he would've left Bayam last month and headed for the

Southern Continent.

*I can't stay here any longer. I need to buy ship tickets to East Balam

as soon as possible...* Just as Verdu made a decision, he began

to waver. *Dorian and The Fool probably wouldn't expect me to hide in

the area that's under their headquarters' jurisdiction. Emperor Roselle

once said that the most dangerous place is the safest place...*

After some hesitation, Verdu put down the documents and switched off the

lights. With the moonlight from the window, he walked towards the

bedroom.

At the corner of the balcony in his room, a figure suddenly jumped out

of the darkness and jumped over the railings.

The figure was like a feather, light and weightless. It landed from a

height ten meters above the ground, without making a single sound.

Right on the heels of that, the figure moved through the shadows to the

vicinity of the Church of the Sea God and went up the bell tower.

Then, "he" took out a pen and paper and wrote the report on tonight's

surveillance before stuffing it into a crack.

After the figure left, a howling wind suddenly sounded above the bell

tower about fifteen minutes later.

The report was pulled out from the crack by an invisible hand. As it

swept through the wind, it rose and fell into the distance like a bat

spreading its wings in the dark night.

Not long after, the report plummeted like it had been bound to a rock,

landing on a hand that extended out in a hidden corner of the garden.

This hand belonged to the cardinal of the Church of Storms, Alger

Wilson.

He then unfolded the report and began to read it in the darkness. He was

completely unaffected by the lack of light.

Even in the dark sea, Alger could see everything around him clearly.

*Verdu is becoming more resolute in his intention of leaving

Bayam...* Alger nodded indiscernibly as he came to a conclusion.

Over the past half a year, he had been monitoring this member of the

Abraham family according to Mr. Fool's instructions, but he hadn't

noticed anything abnormal about him.

After Verdu left the Rorsted Archipelago, his mission would be

completed.

However, Alger didn't wish for it to end just like that. He believed

that he hadn't made enough contributions. All he did was simply monitor

a Sequence 7 Beyonder without any special characteristics.

The Hermit had already obtained a Sequence 3 Beyonder characteristic

from Queen Mystic, and had gathered the corresponding supplementary

ingredients and was busy preparing the ritual. This made Alger deeply

stressed. Of course, he had also done many things according to Mr.

Fool's intentions, but even he felt that there was a huge difference

from doing those tasks, with the identity, status, and strength of Sea

God.

For a moment, Alger wanted to use all sorts of methods to force Verdu

Abraham to expose himself, but in the end, he gave up on the idea. This

was because he couldn't be sure of Mr. Fool's attitude towards the

target.

Previously, when the City of Silver and Moon City sold Beyonder

characteristics and potion formulas, Alger had purchased some from the

Tarot Club. He had used it to secretly nurture a team of Beyonders who

were loyal to him. This was how he had people monitoring Verdu.

Currently, this less-than-ten-member team was mostly at Sequence 9,

while only a small number of them had been promoted to Sequence 8.

As for where Alger had obtained the money for purchasing Beyonder

characteristics and potion formulas, the answer was very simple:

As a cardinal of the Church diocese, Alger could easily "save" a sum of

money for himself. And during that period of time, the minerals, farms,

spice plantations, and factories in the Rorsted Archipelago were sold at

below intrinsic value. As long as one had the funds to buy them, they

could earn a lot after a short period of time.

More importantly, the Church of Storms's headquarters was quite

interested in the Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas sold by

the City of Silver and Moon City. They provided a large sum of money for

their purchase. The go-between was without a doubt the cardinal of the

Rorsted diocese, Alger Wilson. It was understandable that some losses

were inevitable during such situations.

Reining in his thoughts, Alger decided to sell some mysticism knowledge

in Bayam's Beyonder circles through his Shadow Guards. He wanted to bait

Verdu Abraham and keep him in the vicinity for as long as possible.

*The main reason is that the City of Silver's preaching has frightened

that gentleman...* Alger shook his head and muttered inwardly.

He then destroyed the report in his hand and walked back into the

cathedral.

The sky had just lit up, and a young man walked out of the hotel,

leisurely enjoying the scenery of Bayam's morning.

He had just bought the "Teana" beverage that was packaged with the

fruit's shell when he suddenly felt a huge shadow appear beside him.

The youth turned his head and looked up bit by bit only to find a

2.5-meter-tall half-giant walking over.

"Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior,

Mr. Fool." The half-giant bent his back and tried his best to make his

smile appear amiable.

The youth drank a mouthful of Teana and pointed to the side. He smiled

and nodded.

"Sure, but not here."

He then walked to a place where they wouldn't be in the way. The

seemingly oppressive half-giant followed warmly.

"Go ahead." The youth didn't hide his curiosity at all.

The muscular half-giant's expression turned solemn.

"My Lord claims to be The Fool. In the past, the present, and also in

the future, 'He' is the great ruler who dominates the spirit world. 'He'

is also the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck. 'He' is also

the landmark when every living being seeks eternal life.

"My Lord lives above the real world and the spirit world. 'His'

benevolence spreads across Heaven and the land. There are a total of six

angels under 'Him'...

"The Angel of Mercury is the embodiment of fate, my Lord's most

cherished angel. The Angel of Death has followed my Lord for the longest

period of time and is the consul of the Underworld. The Angel of

Redemption is my Lord's bugle, the messenger of 'His' revelations. The

Angel of Life is the crystallization of wisdom itself. 'She' is the

indestructible spirituality that resides in everyone's body."

Upon hearing that, the youth laughed.

"Your Lord is really impressive. He actually has so many angels to serve

him."

"Not only that," the half-giant replied gently. "There's also the Angel

of Retribution beside the Lord's throne. 'He' is the Lord's lightning,

the Lord's rage, and the Lord's palm. It's all the judge of the fallen

and the ones who aren't chaste.

"In contrast to the Angel of Retribution is the Angel of Time, "He" is a

'king' of ancient times. "He" eventually submitted to my Lord and now

strikes the bell of Heaven."

"Impressive, impressive." The youth sincerely sighed.

Upon hearing such a response, the half-giant couldn't help but smile.

Then, he described the various miracles that Mr. Fool had performed as

succinctly as possible. Finally, he said, "It's already been fifteen

minutes. I won't waste your time. If you're interested, you can go to

The Fool's cathedral on 16th Phillips Street. This is the biggest

cathedral in Bayam City. Heh heh, the rest are still in planning."

The young man nodded.

"I'll pay a visit if I'm free."

After watching the half-giant turn and leave, the youth took out a

crystal monocle from his pocket and wore it on his right eye.

The half-giant walked straight back to a restaurant and changed into a

chef's attire.

"Baldur, you went proselytizing again?" the restaurant owner asked with

a smile.

When the industry association recommended this half-giant to learn

culinary skills from his restaurant, he had been rather reluctant. He

always felt that the other party could kill him with just a swing of his

arm, and he didn't seem like someone with any culinary talent.

However, he was now very pleased with Baldur. Not only was he humble,

obedient, and willing to take hardship, he had quite the intimidating

demeanor. This scared off the gangsters who had placed their sights on

the restaurant.

The only problem was that he would go out every morning to proselytize

The Fool.

Of course, the restaurant owner couldn't say anything since it wasn't

working hours, so he didn't mind.

Baldur smiled honestly and walked into the kitchen. He said to his good

friend, Bonn, who had come from Moon City to seek refuge with him.

"I can teach you how to roast fish today."

Bonn looked rather normal, but his eyes appeared awkward with one

looking up and the other looking down. He was one of the citizens from

Moon City who wasn't very deformed, and he had the courage to interact

with the people outside. He nodded.

"I have to pray in a moment. Mr. Fool sent a revelation to get all the

residents of Moon City to pray to 'Him' at nine in the morning. We are

to wish that we are no longer deformed."