Chapter 889: Warning to Everyone

*Don't dare to mention it or show it... At least for Arrodes, the Mother

Tree of Desire is definitely stronger than Sequence 1 Zaratul. No, it's

even stronger than the Monster pathway's Uniqueness, Die of

Probability... There should be a way to circumvent the restriction to

get Arrodes to display the corresponding information, such as bringing

it above the gray fog... Heh heh, how is that possible? That won't

happen unless I'm already an angel and in complete control of that

mysterious space...* Klein's eyes moved slightly without

pressing the question. He asked, "It's your turn to ask."

The full-body mirror's silver light turned brisk, forming a new

sentence:

"Great Master, what other instructions do you have for me?"

Nice question! Klein thought for a moment and said, "After I

leave Backlund, take note of Dr. Aaron Ceres's family. Once his wife

gives birth, remember to mention it to me when I summon you."

After careful consideration, Klein believed that leaving this matter to

Arrodes was for the best. After all, no one could monitor Dr. Aaron's

residence twenty-four hours a day. And what Klein needed to do was to

switch residences at the end of the month to turn on the radio

transceiver once.

"Alright, Master\~" The words on the mirror reflected Arrodes's mood. "I

have a question."

"Speak." Klein nodded, giving permission.

This time, the sentence Arrodes presented were filled with pauses as

though it was very hesitant.

"Great Master, what relationship does that child have with you?"

It seemed to be puzzled why a supreme ruler above the spirit world would

pay so much attention to a yet-to-be-born infant.

*Hmm, I've already said that it's the yet-to-be-born child of Dr. Aaron

Ceres; yet Arrodes fails to notice anything special about Will

Auceptin... When it comes to hiding his fate and special traits, a Snake

of Fate is far better than the angels of the other Sequences. However,

the magic mirror is able to accurately give me the time when Tail

Devourer Ouroboros would leave Backlund... Hmm, it's likely that Will

Auceptin's reboot makes it difficult for high-leveled existences to

notice anything. This might also be why "He" can avoid the Angel of

Fate...* Klein answered in enlightenment, "Friends."

About being Will Auceptin's godfather, it was just a casual thought. He

didn't have much confidence about that or dare to force it, afraid that

he would annoy the Snake of Fate.

"Only friends..." Arrodes revealed an inexplicable sense of

disappointment in its words. "Great Master, you can ask a question."

Klein thought for a moment before saying, "Do you know who the person I

met at the East Balam Military Veterans Mess is?

"If you aren't sure who I'm referring to, I can draw him for you."

In the dark and deep mirror, aqueous light surfaced, producing a cold

and bearded man with dark blue eyes. It was none other than the demigod

Klein suspected to be of the Black Emperor pathway.

Meanwhile, the corresponding text appeared beneath the "picture."

"He's Brigadier General Qonas Kilgor. He's from MI9 and is a deputy

director. He's known to be a Sequence 5 from the Lawyer pathway, but he

wields a powerful Sealed Artifact."

*MI9... Brigadier General... Deputy director... From the looks of it,

he's the representative of the spy network for the faction of the royal

family...* Klein memorized the information given to him by the

magic mirror. But for a moment, he was at a loss as to the direction for

the investigation. After all, Qonas was a demigod, and be it spying or

sounding him out, it would easily put him in an alert state regardless

of whether he did it himself or commissioned someone else. It was bound

to provoke revenge.

The only reliable idea he had was to rely on Miss Justice to do some

gathering of information. Not only was her standing high, she also had

the social connections to obtain the relevant information. Furthermore,

she was a Sequence 6 of the Spectator pathway. She could steer topics of

conversation without garnering any suspicion, allowing her to complete

her observation stealthily.

*I have to say that, although Spectators have lacking combat abilities,

they are a force to be reckoned with in other aspects. Besides, with the

powers of Psychiatrist and Hypnotist, Spectators can control and guide

the direction of a battle to a certain extent...* Klein

reflected over it as he wondered what else he could ask Arrodes about.

At this moment, the light from the mirror's surface faded and formed a

new sentence:

"Great Master, do you wish to know the mastermind behind Cuarón's

suicide?"

*You are even providing me intelligence on your own accord? Although

I've already extricated myself from this matter, I haven't been too

actively involved in it and am just awaiting the Nighthawks'

investigations. I didn't even find it necessary to ask about

it...* Klein chuckled inwardly and nodded.

"Yes."

The full-body mirror produced a silver line of text:

"Royal family's consultant, Hvin Rambis, one of the councillors of the

Psychology Alchemists."

Psychology Alchemists? Royal family's consultant? Klein

immediately frowned.

He found it difficult to determine what the Psychology Alchemists were

plotting, or if a particular faction of the royal family was

dissatisfied with the current political climate and was attempting to

"nudge" it.

*The Psychology Alchemists isn't like I imagined, being focused on

academics and the exploration of ancient ruins... Do all secret

organizations attempt to grasp power at a certain point to influence the

world? An anchor's requirement? I wonder if Hvin Rambis's ploy is a

personal act or decided by the organization. If it's the former, that's

still alright, but if it's the latter, it will be easier for Miss

Justice to encounter difficult choices as her standing in the Psychology

Alchemists rises...* Klein's thoughts whirred as he returned to

the question-and-answer game. He deliberated and asked, "What else do

you wish to say?"

If anyone else had asked such a question, Klein believed that Arrodes

would smite them with lightning or use another malicious method to tease

them. However, he believed that, as a supreme ruler above the spirit

world, he had the right to ask such a question. It was also an

opportunity to test Arrodes's bottom line.

The silver light on the full-body mirror's surface transformed into

another new line without any hesitation:

"Great Master, Amon is already in Backlund as you expected.

"As it's 'His' avatar that came, I can see it."

What do you mean as I expected? When did I expect it? Klein

pricked up his brows and said,

"I'm aware.

"Alright. That's it for today. I'll summon you again using the radio

transceiver if I come across any more questions."

"Yes, Master, your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, is constantly

awaiting your orders! Goodbye\~" The mirror's surface depicted an

emoticon of waving a handkerchief.

Klein watched in silence until everything was restored to normal.

On the second day, which was a Monday. He had already made preparations

to head to the Southern Continent. Apart from the luggage that contained

two sets of clothes, 500 pounds, and some miscellaneous clothing that

was meant for show, he threw the remaining 12,125 pounds and 87 gold

coins above the gray fog.

The reason why he was so careful was because Klein had a deep impression

on his last death and resurrection. If he hadn't had an anonymous

account with a few hundred pounds from Miss Justice, he had no idea how

long he had to wander the streets. Perhaps he had to really get a job at

the circus to be a clown, or he'd have to head to a certain gangster

leader's place to "borrow" some money.

Seeing that it was almost three, Klein headed up above the gray fog,

prepared to have this week's Tarot Gathering.

He had previously done a divination here, and he received the conclusion

that, unless they were in the same building, Blasphemer Amon was unable

to detect a Tarot Club member being pulled up into the mysterious space

above the gray fog.

Before long, dark red beams shot up in the grand palace, materializing

into blurry figures.

Having confirmed that she was restarting her psychology lessons this

week and having reestablished contact with the Psychology Alchemists,

Audrey looked towards the end of the long bronze table in a relatively

good mood. She stood up, raised the corners of her skirt, and bowed.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool\~"

Opposite her, The Hanged Man also got up and bowed, but he had another

question on his mind.

He had originally promised The World Gehrman Sparrow that he would give

him the mystical item made from the Ocean Songster Beyonder

characteristic last week. But to his dismay, something happened to the

Artisan, preventing him from handing it over in time.

With regards to this, Alger planned on explaining the reason to The

World at the Tarot Gathering before personally taking action to resolve

the problems of the Artisan.

After the bow and exchanging greetings, Cattleya was just about to say

something when she saw Mr. Fool rap the edges of the mottled table.

This dull knock made all the Tarot Club members tense up. They had no

idea what Mr. Fool was about to say.

*It must be something serious! Something that's emphasized by Mr. Fool

at the beginning must be something serious!* Audrey determined

inwardly.

The Fool Klein surveyed the area and said with a smile, "Amon recently

came to Backlund. An avatar."

Amon? Blasphemer Amon? Derrick instantly felt his unpleasant

memories become invoked.

Be it parasitizing the former team captain, asking "are you looking for

me?" or coiling around his Spirit Body like a snake, Amon with his

pointed hat was a nightmare he couldn't shirk away from.

One had to know that, as a resident of the City of Silver, Derrick had

seen plenty of terrifying monsters. Only a few could make him feel

uneasy and fearful just from a mere recollection.

*Amon has headed to Backlund where Miss Justice and Miss Magician are

living? What does "He" want? What should they do?* Derrick

suddenly felt nervous for his companions.

*Amon... This ancient King of Angels has returned to the real world?

Indeed, when a revolution is about to happen or is descending, the waves

of the times will come flooding in...* Alger's eyes narrowed as

he recalled what Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos had once said to him.

Cattleya's thoughts were similar to his. As the King of Angels had

reappeared in the Northern Continent, she could catch a "whiff" of the

unease. A phrase surfaced in her mind: *the changing of an

epoch!*

Amon! Angel of Time Amon... An ancient King of Angels...

Audrey trembled in concern. She glanced at The Magician Fors and Mr.

Moon who wore blank and horrified looks and couldn't help but look

towards the end of the long bronze table.

"Honorable Mr. Fool, can I think of a way to inform the Church of this

matter?"