Chapter 893: Hair-Resembling Plants

The one that was most interested Cuarón's suicide was none other than

Justice Audrey. However, she had long noticed that Fors had some slight

interest in the case. Hence, she didn't ask and had maintained her

posture, patiently waiting for a particular best-selling author to pose

the question.

In just a second or two, Fors looked at the borders of the table in

front of The World and asked after some deliberation, "What's the

truth?"

Klein had already rehearsed how he was to describe it, so without any

hesitation, he got The World to say, "The mastermind behind it is the

royal family's consultant, Hvin Rambis. He probably has another

identity---a councillor of the Psychology Alchemists."

When she heard the first sentence, Audrey's mind had already naturally

produced the image of a genial elder. This man came from an aristocratic

background. He had graduated from Berth University and possessed

profound knowledge and outstanding insight. He had been a consultant to

the royal family for more than a decade and was publicly recognized as a

scholar, a good man, a gentleman.

Audrey had previously suspected that Cuarón's suicide might have been

instigated by the royal family, but she never expected the mastermind to

be the genial, amiable, kind, and humorous Hvin Rambis!

When The World announced the other identity of the man, she found

herself unable to hide her alarm and puzzlement.

*Hvin Rambis is a Beyonder? He's a councillor of the Psychology

Alchemists?*

*This also means that he might be a demigod... I've seen him so many

times, but I've never connected him to the mysterious world. I always

found him to be solely a scholar, a knowledgeable scholar...*

*If Mr. World wasn't misled in his investigations, I'd really find it

unbelievable. That Hvin Rambis, who's known to be helpful to others,

would treat a life with such coldness. He coldly made a child lose his

father, a wife to lose her husband, parents to lose their son... He

usually presents himself to be cultured and loving... Hmm, politics is

dirtier than I imagined. Same for the royal family...*

*Speaking of which, I have yet to meet a councilor of the Psychology

Alchemists. I've never made contact with their upper echelons. I never

expected that this secret organization is almost no different from the

cults like the Aurora Order and Numinous Episcopate... Our Tarot Club is

better. Mr. Fool is always stopping or disrupting the plans of the evil

gods and devils...*

While Audrey's mind was in chaos, Alger acutely sensed the brewing

problems in Backlund's political climate. He felt that various factions

were interlinked and that there were many secrets. They formed a massive

bucket of explosives that could explode at any time.

*The nobles, royal family, Church of Storms, Church of Evernight, Church

of Steam, the burgeoning rich, the commoners who live on a precipice,

and the lowest class who live abject lives... The revolution of the

times is so obvious. To think I didn't recognize this at all. I just

simply believed Qilangos's words and the "evidence" he showed. An epoch

where the old gods fade and new gods arise is about to descend. The

tides of history are roaring in an unstoppable manner...* Alger

silently sighed, seemingly seeing the tall gothic bell tower and the

Bell of Order that hung in it.

And surrounding this famous landmark, swirls of air was materializing

and the light was darkening. It appeared that eddies were gearing up to

form hurricanes.

Suddenly, Alger had a theory.

*What arises might not be a new god, but an ancient god from an even

more remote age...*

He instinctively glanced at the seat of honor at the end of the long

bronze table before quickly retracting his gaze. He could hardly quell

the upheavals in his heart.

At that moment, he had a baffling feeling that his ambition and goals

were too puny. He had only wanted to become an archbishop of the Church

of Storms, a saint. In this position, he would have authority in the

world and he could direct many things in secret.

*Since the old gods are fading away and new gods are rising, Mr. Fool

will be returning to "His" throne in the astral world. Then why

shouldn't I consider being an angel?*

*Only at this level can I complete a qualitative change in my existence.

I'll be able to live a long lifespan. Only then can I lord over people

and lead a large-scale organization. I'll wield authority over the

world!*

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Alger trembled in an almost

indiscernible manner. His heart was spewing with agitated emotions.

When Cattleya connected Queen Mystic's whereabouts for the past two

months, she felt that the latter had been spending a large portion of

her time in Backlund.

*Is something about to happen in Backlund? I can try asking when I write

this time. I wonder what response Her Majesty will give...*

Cattleya nudged her heavy glasses on her nose and swept her gaze across

Miss Justice and the other members from Backlund.

Fors knew some of the details of Cuarón's suicide case. She knew that

the victim had acted on his own the entire time and that he wasn't

controlled. She also knew that the witnesses believed without a doubt

that everything was a result of Dwayne Dantès. Comparing this with the

actual situation had induced a deep sense of fear towards the councillor

of the Psychology Alchemists. She didn't wish that she would one day

find out that her thoughts and hobbies were all a result of someone

else's doing.

*How is this different from being a puppet? A High-Sequence Beyonder of

the Spectator pathway is terrifying... However, this is really good

writing material. Currently, the science of psychology already has

hypnosis... In my next book, I want to write about a sick girl liking a

gentleman. She uses hypnosis to make him fall in love with her. The

ending climax is when she discovers that the gentleman is actually a

master hypnotist...* Fors gaped her mouth before closing it

again. She didn't ask further about Hvin Rambis since she didn't know

him at all.

Klein's sharing of Hvin Rambis was mainly to warn Miss Justice. He

wanted her to be careful and wary of this Psychology Alchemists

councilor. Now, seeing that his goal had been achieved, he said,

"There's another matter. Help me take note of Brigadier General Qonas

Kilgor. He's the deputy director of MI9. On the surface, he's only a

Sequence 5, but in actual fact, he's a Black Emperor pathway demigod. He

possesses rather potent spiritual perception and can sharply detect that

others are observing him."

Qonas Kilgor... Audrey repeated this name inwardly and

realized that she had no impression of this gentleman.

*Either we have little overlap in our social circles, to the point of

just nodding at each other when bumping into one another without asking

who the other is, or he keeps an extremely low profile. He doesn't

attend such gatherings often... If I have a chance, I should ask Kance.

He's from MI9. He definitely knows this superior of his...*

Audrey was no longer surprised that Qonas was a demigod despite being a

Sequence 5 in name. From her point of view, it was common for members of

an intelligence agency to be in such situations.

Alger and Cattleya had more or less heard of the high-ranking member of

MI9, Qonas Kilgor. However, they lacked a deeper understanding of the

matter, so all they could do was refresh whatever they knew and remind

themselves to be especially careful when encountering anything to do

with the person in question.

Seeing that Mr. World had nothing else to share, Derrick didn't wait for

Mr. Hanged Man to ask. He said, "I've made a new friend again."

He paused for a moment before getting to the crux of the matter.

"The area he patrols includes the former Chief's mausoleum. He told me

that the six-member council has yet to open the door that leads

underground. However, through the cracks on the outer rocks of the

mausoleum, there are luxuriant and strange plants growing out from them.

They look like human hair."

*The six-member council has three demigods. Even if there are some out

on expeditions and aren't in the City of Silver, the other three likely

control a certain powerful Sealed Artifact or have Grazed an evil

spirit, giving them nearly demigod strength. Despite joining forces for

so many days, they haven't managed to open the entrance to the former

Chief's mausoleum... This means that it's quite a serious problem...

Also, what's the reason for plants that resemble human hair to suddenly

grow?* One question after another arose in Klein's mind as he

waited for The Hanged Man to ask Little Sun.

He knew that the former would definitely have questions.

Alger, who finished listening quietly, frowned slightly before relaxing

his brows. After some deliberation, he said, "Apart from that, are there

any anomalies?

"Is the one in charge of opening the mausoleum that Shepherd Elder

Lovia?"

"It's not her. The Chief is present too. Likewise for two other Elders,"

Derrick answered seriously. "There aren't any other anomalies for the

time being."

Alger nodded and said, "Very good. Maintain your present state.

Establish communications with more people. Keep a note of any changes

with that mausoleum."

After being praised, Derrick hurriedly nodded as he answered eagerly.

After a few more exchanges of words, the gathering naturally began the

learning segment. Fors had planned on asking what the Pharaoh mummy was

for, but after seeing The World, she shut her mouth.

When the gathering ended, Klein, who had returned to the real world,

turned on the tap and washed his face and hands before patiently waiting

for night to come.

When the time came, he would be riding on a military airship to Desi

Bay.

Southern Continent, Behrens Harbor.

As the Golden Dream was cruising south in the Fog Sea, Danitz only took

a few days to arrive at the harbor northmost of West Balam.

He draped himself with a dark-colored cloak and carried a suitcase.

Wearing the Sun Brooch inside his clothes, he carried an iron-black

boxing glove close to his chest. He was walking down the harbor's roads

and was out while sweating profusely. He felt that he was already armed

to the teeth, far stronger than he was before.

Once out the harbor, Danitz glanced to his sides and extended his hand

to stop a carriage.

When the carriage driver saw him, he said out a string of words:

"%#@&&&()(())..."

What is he saying... Danitz looked blankly at him. It took him

a few seconds to recall one thing.

He didn't know the local language, Dutanese, at all!

And back when he came to West Balam, he had his captain, a polyglot,

leading the crew. He didn't need to worry that he didn't understand

anything.