Chapter 555: The Message Late at Night

East Chester County was still cold in January, with snow often piling

up. The branches and leaves of the trees were withered, with beasts

hiding themselves, making it appear lifeless.

Audrey led Susie around the ancient tower several times while surrounded

by her attendants and maidservants, but they found nothing.

There were only piles of gray bricks and rotten wood, and in the gaps,

there were weeds and the corpses of tiny critters.

Audrey had thought she could find some murals on the wreckage of the

walls, allowing her to decipher the origins of the ancient tower and use

the appearance of wild beasts to secretly practice her Beyonder skills

such as Awe, Frenzy, Placate, but she was only left very disappointed.

*This isn't a tiny adventure... It's just a stroll on

horseback...* She pursed her lips, held her whip, and walked to

her horse.

Unwilling to resign herself to this, she asked the attendants and

maidservants around her when she had traveled half the distance, "Are

there any legends of monsters nearby?"

Half of the attendants had followed her from Backlund to the family

castle before coming to this manor. The other half were locals and were

usually busy in the manor. There was no doubt that Audrey was asking the

latter.

The reason why she had come to this manor was because, historically,

there was a folk tradition of worshiping dragons in the surrounding

areas.

A young attendant secretly shot a glance at his noble and beautiful

mistress. He mustered his courage, took two steps forward, and bowed

while saying, "Deep in this forest, there are many fearsome wild beasts.

Every year, hunters die there, but no one has ever encountered a monster

before.

"It's just like the situation described in an old folk song that goes

around this place..."

He recounted the folksong and the general meaning was:

"Monsters are in your dreams;

"Dragons are in your dreams;

"The great imagined palace, floating in the air, is likewise, in your

dreams;

"There is where you have everything, lasting until you wake up."

*Curious children, brave adventurers, seek out the dragon in your

dreams...* The attendant deliberately left out the last line,

because he might be misunderstood as being sarcastic to Miss Audrey.

*A dragon in a dream... The great palace that is imagined and floating

in the air is likewise in a dream...* Audrey carefully pondered

for a few seconds before she suddenly felt that this ancient folk song

wasn't completely meaningless.

According to the information about dragons that she'd bought from Little

Sun, the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt, had actually imagined a

floating city with massive temple pillars supporting a towering palace

complex. The name of the city was Liveseyd, meaning the City of

Miracles.

*In dreams... The Spectator pathway comes under the mind dragons,

involving the conscious, subconscious, the sea of collective

subconscious, and the sky of spirituality. No matter how you look at it,

it certainly involves the "dream" domain... Perhaps this ancient folk

song really is pointing to something... Could Liveseyd really exist in

the sea of collective subconscious, in dreams? But a dream is purely in

the mind...* Many thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind. Even

when she returned to the manor, she was still unable to come up with a

clear train of thought.

Entering the room, she glanced at Susie, suddenly having the urge to

show off.

*Susie doesn't know anything about dragons, so she definitely wouldn't

be able to detect the peculiarities of this folk song... No, don't be

arrogant; that's too superficial... And it's easy for Susie to discover

that I'm hiding something...* Audrey walked a few steps back and

forth with her back straight, and she asked in a seemingly casual

manner, "Susie, what do you think that folk song is really about? I have

a nagging feeling that it's not as simple as it seems."

Susie opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for words because she

didn't know anything about poetry.

She gave it some serious thought and said, "Audrey, I'm only a dog."

In a forest in Blue Mountain Island.

Because of his agitation and excitement, Kalat didn't sleep at all.

Sitting on the wheelchair, he inspected his surroundings, as if he had

found a reason to live apart from revenge.

After making a full circle, he returned to the altar to pray once again.

He remembered the contents of the "Ten Commandments" very clearly. He

knew that he couldn't use Sea God's name in vain, so he planned to use

the relatively vague "God" as a replacement during his prayers.

When he approached the altar, his gaze suddenly turned into a stare

because the items placed on it all had an unusual aura. For example, a

dagger didn't reflect any crimson moonlight but released silver

lightning. A leaf had become increasingly greener, making him feel that

it was easier to breathe from a mere glance.

God has bestowed his grace... This thought suddenly flashed in

Kalat's mind.

Up to this point, he no longer had any doubts regarding the

transformation of Sea God. The sacrilegious thoughts hidden deep within

him were completely dispelled.

*The revelation from God that previously said that "'He' will walk the

land again" was an implication that "He" is reconstructing "His"

image... This layer of meaning goes very deep, and we actually failed to

interpret it before...* Kalat slowly took in a deep breath and

propped himself up with his hands before solemnly prostrating himself

before the great Sea God.

Soon, he returned to his wheelchair and headed for the residence of the

High Priest, Edmonton, and the others.

He couldn't wait to tell his companions about what had just happened, to

share with them the grace of God.

At a quarter past eleven in the evening.

Klein sat in his chair and watched with a blank expression as Danitz

held the Soulfall Ritual, memorizing all the details while he did it.

It still requires help from the spirit world... He made a

preliminary judgment.

*If it's a spirit world creature, one can locate them as long as there's

no mistake in the description. Just using a language with a certain

amount of "power" can allow direct summoning or allow them to make their

spirit descend. It has nothing to do with distance or range.*

*To a certain extent, deities have this trait as well, but sometimes

it's possible to get a response from them even if the prayer is in an

ordinary language. Of course, that is only if they have become believers

and have caught the notice of the deity.*

*At the level of demigods, they seem to have blended with the spirit

world to a certain extent. That's why one can point towards them with an

accurate description to receive the possibility of a response. But there

will be a distance limitation. Once it's beyond a range, they wouldn't

be able to receive the "signal"... Sea God Kalvetua is an

example.*

*Vice Admiral Iceberg is considered a powerful Mid-Sequence Beyonder. To

achieve something like this, relying on herself isn't sufficient. She

needs to use the aid of a corresponding deity, and use a precise and

unambiguous description; furthermore, there are restrictions on distance

and range.*

The moment Klein finished organizing his thoughts, the various items on

the altar began to float up, with the exception of the three candles.

Danitz shuddered uncontrollably, his expression turning cold.

Very soon, he let out the female voice of Vice Admiral Iceberg.

"Good evening."

Her tone seems to contain the anger of being woken up... Klein

felt that Danitz's entire person had turn feminine.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I have a way to find Admiral of

Blood."

"What?" Edwina Edwards, whose spirit had possessed Danitz, already had

her tone return to normal---one that usually lacked emotion.

Klein said simply, "They use the latest wireless telegraphy technology.

I received the frequencies and passcodes from White Shark."

"Wireless, telegraphy... You know such things?" Edwina appeared

surprised to learn that Gehrman Sparrow, who was an expert in mysticism,

would also have some general knowledge of radio communication

technology.

Klein politely smiled.

"A little."

Edwina was silent for two seconds, then she asked through Danitz, "Have

they discovered that?"

*Are you referring to whether Admiral of Blood and company have

discovered the leak of their frequencies and passcodes? In theory, they

should've since their intelligence officer, Old Quinn, has died at the

hands of Mr. Hanged Man. However, wireless telegraphy hasn't reached the

level of wide-scale adoption yet, so it's easy for those who use it to

ignore security risks...* Klein didn't respond with absolute

certainty.

"Perhaps.

"But we can try."

*As long as I can listen in on the frequency, there's a very high chance

of finding Admiral of Blood! As Sea God, even at the level of a demigod,

making it difficult for me to know about matters in neighboring seas

like the back of my hand, I can still control sea creatures and ask them

to seek people out...* Klein silently added.

Edwina said thoughtfully, "I'll have Danitz help with the surveillance."

You know a lot about wireless telegraphy as well... Klein

grinned and said, "Okay."

When the Soulfall Ritual was over, Danitz watched Gehrman Sparrow take

out a sizable piece of machinery and its corresponding accessories, with

mixed emotions.

"What is this?" he asked in astonishment.

Klein said flatly, "Radio transceiver."

Danitz turned agape as he finally forced his question out.

"Where did you get it?"

Klein glanced at him.

"Outside"

As he spoke, he tossed the manual and information on the frequencies and

passcodes to Danitz and went back to his bedroom to sleep.

So this is what he does on his frequent trips out... Danitz

felt as though he had understood something.

After much reading and experimenting, he finally mastered the usage of

the radio transceiver and settled back into his reclining chair. He was

soon snoring away.

Without knowing how long he slept, he was suddenly awoken, astonished to

hear rhythmic clicks.

What? Danitz rolled to his feet and looked towards the source

of the sound.

He saw the radio transceiver in the dim room working on its own,

spitting out illusory sheets of white paper under the serene moonlight.

...What's this? Danitz conjured flames in his palms as he

carefully inched forward.

This scene reminded him of the horror stories that pirates often spoke

off when they were bragging!

*There's a problem with the radio transceiver? It's connected to an evil

spirit?* Danitz decided to yell for Gehrman Sparrow the moment

he discovered anything amiss.

As he approached the radio transceiver, he saw several lines of ancient

Feysac on the illusory sheet of paper.

"Hello.

"I sense a familiar but unique aura, but it's about to dissipate."

"...Hello." Danitz attempted a response. "Who are you?"

The radio transceiver produced its clickety-clack again, spitting out a

piece of white paper.

"My name is Arrodes.

"In exchange, you have to answer one of my questions."