Chapter 1362: Witness

As a Beyonder who joined the Intis Public Security Bureau as a member of

the Secret Order, it wasn't the first time that Antoine encountered

something like that.

In the past, whenever he advanced, he would hear "Hornacis... Flegrea...

Hornacis... Flegrea..." He nearly lost control of himself several times.

Unlike before, the content of the whispers seemed to have changed.

After the ravings died down, everything in front of him returned to

normal. Antoine frowned and muttered to himself, *My mental state has

been very stable recently, and I haven't consumed the potion or

attempted to advance. Why would I hear the whispers of a secret

existence?*

This doesn't seem to be the same as before...

*What does Orville mean? I lack enough information. I can't understand

it at all...*

*Dylan, Dylan, yes, the brass of the Order have mentioned that our

mysterious and terrifying leader once hid an ancient castle called

Dylan...*

*Tsk, once I recall that existence, I can't help but shiver. Although

"He" has returned to normal in the past two years, the terrifying

legends and physical destruction that "He" left behind is enough to give

people a lifetime of nightmares...*

Antoine calmed himself down and suppressed his puzzlement. He continued

to assign missions to his subordinates.

In front of a tombstone, Klein, who had just put down the white flowers,

turned his head slightly, as though he was listening to something.

Although he didn't hear anything, as a King of Angels who wielded

control over a portion of his pathway's authority, he could acutely

sense that something was amiss. Some secret information was being

transmitted to specific targets.

Zaratul isn't completely dead yet? Klein retracted his gaze

and muttered to himself.

Back then, he had relied on his level, status, and authority to

forcefully stop Zaratul's resurrection. He didn't sense anything

abnormal, but after studying himself, he realized something problematic.

The Beyonder characteristic he had absorbed from Zaratul was one that

contained an entire set of Sequence 9 to 1 Beyonder characteristics.

That also meant that this only included a single Miracle Invoker

Beyonder characteristic.

And Snake of Fate Will Auceptin had mentioned that Zaratul and the

ancestor of the Antigonus family had both taken an additional Miracle

Invoker Beyonder characteristic in "Them."

Therefore, the reality of the situation was that there was no doubt that

there was an additional Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic on

Zaratul which had vanished. As for whether there were any additional

Beyonder characteristics like Scholar of Yore and Bizarro Sorcerer,

Klein had no way of guessing due to his lack of understanding of

Zaratul.

Based on this situation, Klein had long suspected that Zaratul wasn't

completely dead.

Of course, if the other party wanted to revive, it wouldn't be that

simple. This was because using too simple a method would result in a

lack of concealment. It would definitely be discovered by the higher

Sequence Beyonders of the same pathway, and thus, an effective

prevention method would be set up.

When Zaratul was able to separate a Sequence 2 Beyonder characteristic

from "Himself," "He" was undoubtedly a Sequence 1 Attendant of

Mysteries. There weren't many enemies that could restrain "Him"---ones

that had to be dealt with using the most cautious of attitudes.

Therefore, Klein believed that "He" had used the portion of the Beyonder

characteristics that "He" had dissociated from himself to seize an

opportunity. However, it wasn't to directly use it to revive. Instead,

it was a way to make plenty of preparations. "He" needed an opportunity

or some mediums to make the preparations play out.

*From the looks of it, "He" hid that portion of the Beyonder

characteristic that contained the Miracle Invoker Beyonder

characteristic in a particular manner and concealed it carefully.

Otherwise, when I advanced to Attendant of Mysteries, I should've been

able to use Sefirah Castle to directly see it...*

*Yes, the next step should be to use some concealed method to guide or

entice a specific target to revive "Him." Heh, "He" hasn't accommodated

a Uniqueness, so "He" can't "broadcast on all channels." Besides, "He"

has to be sure that the advanced me or Amon doesn't hear the

corresponding content and spoil "His" plans. Therefore, the number of

targets "He" can entice is rather limited... All members of the Secret

Order, or a portion of the members?* Klein, who was

genuflecting, nodded in thought.

He exhaled and grumbled without hiding anything.

*Why are High-Sequence Beyonders of the Seer pathway so difficult to

kill?*

There were all sorts of preparations and trump cards.

This made him truly understand why the Goddess didn't directly kill the

ancestor of the Antigonus family.

For The Half-Fool, death might mean a new lease of life!

*However, an intricate and complicated setup often means that the

ability to take risks is inferior. Who knows if Zaratul's resurrection

plan will benefit some lucky Secret Order member. The possibility of

this happening might even be higher than "Him" returning from the fog of

history. Also, there's a chance of being interfered, influenced, or

exploited by the Outer Deities...* Klein sneered inwardly as he

slowly stood up.

He temporarily didn't have any thoughts of finding the Miracle Invoker

Beyonder characteristic. This was because, under the immense pressure

brought by Error Amon, he had no choice but to seize the opportunity to

strengthen his humanity and stabilize his mental state. He had to head

to Calderón City in the spirit world to retrieve the river water of the

River of Eternal Darkness, so as to accommodate The Fool's Uniqueness.

He had no time to waste on non-urgent matters.

By the time he successfully advanced and restored a new balance for the

situation he was in, he didn't mind heading to Intis and dealing with

the members of the Secret Order in search of the hidden treasure vault

that Zaratul had hidden. This would completely put the angel who had

lived since the Fourth Epoch to eternal rest.

He reined in his thoughts and lowered his head to look at the tombstone

in front of him. Klein slowly retreated, inserted his hand into his

pocket, and turned to the side to enter the spirit world.

In recent times, he was like a tourist in mysticism. Occasionally, he

would return to where he used to be, and occasionally, under the

guidance of fate, he would casually travel around the spirit world,

heading to different realities to witness different scenes.

As a result, his self-awareness and self-consciousness gradually

recovered and solidified. He was now able to use his anchors to suppress

the awakening will of the Celestial Worthy to a certain extent.

This made his mind a lot more stable than when he met the Evernight

Goddess.

In the spirit world---the saturated layers that resembled an abstract

oil painting---Klein wandered aimlessly as he walked a few steps in a

direction that wasn't in the usual meaning of the word direction.

Following the guidance of fate and spirituality, he left this place and

returned to the real world.

The first thing that appeared before him was a small square and a

cathedral belonging to the Evernight Goddess.

At this moment, many people were entering the cathedral, looking

delighted.

I'm back in Backlund? Klein looked up at the sun that

penetrated the thin clouds and followed the crowd to the cathedral's

door.

The moment he passed the entrance, his gaze suddenly froze.

He saw Benson.

Benson Moretti.

The black-haired, brown-eyed man's face looked somewhat similar to

Klein's. However, the slightly older-looking man had his hair combed

neatly backward, revealing his broad forehead.

He stood beside the altar, wearing a well-ironed suit, looking a little

nervous.

Klein stared for two seconds before quickly looking away.

Following that, he swept his gaze across the front pew and saw Melissa

in a white, conservative dress.

Compared to before, the young lady's face no longer had that adolescent

look on it. There was more meat to her face, making her no longer look

so skinny.

She kept chatting with the people around her, skillfully handling all

kinds of matters and socializing.

*She still dresses in such an old-fashioned manner. Thankfully, she

didn't wear black...* The corners of Klein's lips curled up as

he mumbled. He walked to a corner of the cathedral and found a seat to

sit down.

About ten minutes later, Melissa finished her work and sat in her seat.

The joyous music started to play as it gradually turned solemn.

A lady wearing a clean, white wedding gown held her father's arm in one

hand and held her mother's arm with her other. She walked down the aisle

towards the altar.

Benson, who was standing near the altar, gulped a mouthful of saliva and

couldn't help but smile.

This was his wedding.

Klein, who was in the corner, saw this scene and leaned back a little.

He lowered his head slightly and muttered, "He smiles like a

curly-haired baboon..."

After the bride was brought to the front of the altar by her parents,

she bowed to Benson before facing the Sacred Emblem and the priest.

Benson bowed and turned around.

After the bride's parents sat down, the priest said, "Dear friends and

family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of

this couple in marriage under the auspices of the benevolent Goddess.

"Praise the Lady." All the guests present raised their right hands as

long as they were believers of the Evernight Goddess before drawing four

points in a clockwise fashion, drawing out a star.

This included Klein.

When everyone settled down, the priest turned his head and said to the

bride, "Do you, Lucy Brook, take Benson Moretti to be your lawfully

wedded husband, promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow,

sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long

as you both shall live?"

The lady named Lucy looked at the Evernight Goddess's Sacred Emblem and

nodded solemnly.

"I do."

Benson's smile reappeared.

The priest turned to look at him and said, "Do you, Benson Moretti, take

Lucy Brook to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love and

cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever

challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?"

Benson immediately nodded and said, "I do!"

Upon seeing this and hearing him, Melissa's vision turned blurry. Her

heart winced along with joy.

After going through all sorts of ups and downs, their family was finally

welcoming a new member.

Suddenly, she turned her head subconsciously to the corner and saw an

empty seat. There was no one there.

Melissa immediately pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.

After scanning the area for several seconds, she slowly retracted her

gaze and looked back at the altar.

It wasn't until the priest announced that Benson and Lucy were man and

wife did Melissa smile again.

In the Hall family manor in East Chester County, Klein walked out of the

void.

He had stabilized his mind, and could now seek treatment from his

psychiatrist. At the same time, he needed to solve a problem.