Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 380 Tailor-made Ceremony

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Siea sat alone in the dark depths of the castle.

Suddenly, the door behind Him was pushed open, and light shone in, illuminating the blood-stained bricks and stones in the cracks around His feet.

"Sua, your days of holding a copy of Sequence One and doing nothing are coming to an end."

Richard strode in and held out his hand:
"Give me the 'Divine Evil' Beyonder characteristic."

Siea snorted, slowly stood up from the stone chair, turned around, and the seat gradually disappeared like weathering. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Richard, saw Tolzna, and also looked at Baranca who seemed to have been forcibly kidnapped behind him, and raised the corners of his mouth very restrainedly:

"If you want it, you have to come and get it yourself."

Richard smiled but said nothing, seeming to be in a state of restraint: "As you know, I have longed to become Sequence One for a long time."

The Bound God began to look at the walls and ceiling around him, on which religious murals painted with gold powder could be vaguely seen - the epic story of how He chose Renette Tinicole as His favored one, and then helped the child's father to build the Highland Kingdom step by step.

It seems like it happened just yesterday, but everything has changed.

"How long have you been longing to become powerful?" asked Suea.

Richard shook his head: "I don't know. It seems that ever since I became a Beyonder, I have been trying to become stronger in my memory."

"Are they exchanging some secret signals?" Balanca couldn't help but whisper.

The Bound God shrugged.

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"Someone is targeting those nobles who want to escape..."

Above the gray fog, Klein listened to Miss Justice's prayer and fell into deep thought.

He is currently unable to identify the Psychological Alchemy Society, or who is hiding behind them. If it is not Adam, then the current top leader of the Psychological Alchemy Society is the mysterious old man Hermes.

"It doesn't seem like it... Roselle said in his diary that although the Twilight Hermits will promote some historical changes, they don't care about these little things, and they spend most of their time doing nothing."

Klein pondered, "Asking this question proves that the person behind it cares more about matters related to the nobility. It could be their status, or the land and property they own. In short, it doesn't sound like something someone from the Twilight Hermits would ask, and it doesn't even sound like something an angel would think about... But why would a demigod care about this? Could it be that there's a big military figure inside the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

Klein still remembered that when he was pretending to be Admiral Amyrius, a member also appeared in his dream and wanted to leave a psychological hint. After he was discovered, his tone was still very arrogant and condescending.

The other party was probably just a demigod, and not necessarily stronger than Amyrius, but those who claimed to be driving the tide of history always had a unique arrogance, just like Klein who pretended to be The Fool and Poseidon. In short, they definitely wouldn't bother asking such questions.

But if we change the position to that of the military, the royal family, and George III, the answer seems to become clear.

Last year, The Hanged Man asked Miss Justice a similar question, and her answer was that the King and the Prime Minister had a tendency to go to war, but chose to make internal changes first and straighten out relationships in all aspects.

Now, almost a year has passed, and the various policies introduced at that time have basically been put on track.

Coupled with the fact that gods continue to die and ascend, the progress of this era seems to have reached a cusp.

Now is an era of change. Internal conflicts in various countries are fierce, and the gods have their own camps. Once the war starts, the extent will most likely be out of control... In addition, powerful and ancient angels like Zaratul and Amon are gradually appearing, starting to complete their characteristics, seeking source castles and promotions. The mysterious world is more stormy than the real world, and the crisis is hidden... Klein sighed and returned to the real world.

A dreamless night.

The next day, he had just finished breakfast, put down his cutlery, and prepared to go to St. Samuel's Church to pray according to today's schedule, when he suddenly saw a shadow in a corner of the restaurant sway strangely.

Klein understood and said to Butler Walter with a smile:

"I suddenly remembered that I have some things to do, so I may have to go to church later."

Walter didn't doubt him and nodded: "Yes, I'll be waiting anytime."

Dwayne Dantes took off his napkin and stood up, then asked, "Has Richardson returned to Meige Manor? He is very diligent."

Walter bowed slightly: "Yes, Richardson has performed well in Meige Manor. He has given gifts to the neighbors around you on your behalf. He is now purchasing food. You can invite guests to the manor to play and dine at any time."

"I'll think about it." Dantes smiled and left the restaurant with his personal doll.

He returned to the living room, closed the door, checked the surroundings and made a "safe" gesture. After a few heartbeats, the surroundings seemed to darken a little, and sticky shadows gathered towards the chair in the corner and grew into a human figure on it.

"His Royal Highness the Red Angel gave me an oracle."

Skipping the politeness and greetings, the Dark Saint said straight to the point as soon as he appeared: "You have already achieved Sequence 3."

So fast! As expected, after the Creator Church annexed the Secret Order, it became the organization that knows the "diviners" best. I'm afraid they have a ready-made potion... Klein showed a hint of joy on his face, and couldn't help asking, "Praise the Lord, praise the Red Angel. How is it going?"

"There is a ready-made Seal corresponding to Sequence 3."

The Dark Saint saw that the smile on Klein's face had faded a little, so he added, "If you are willing to accept, His Royal Highness the Red Angel will personally help you break the seal, extract the characteristics, and assist you in completing your promotion ceremony."

"Doesn't the Secret Order have any potion formulas?" Klein asked.

The Dark Saint shook his head. "According to the demigods of the Secret Order, the original demigod potion was given directly by their leader Zaratul. They could only know all the formulas after becoming angels. But Zaratul went crazy over a hundred years ago and swallowed up the angels of the Secret Order. He also killed many members of the Secret Order with his fusion and contained many Sealed Objects. This means that no one knows the formula for Sequence 3 now."

The extraordinary characteristic promotion is not as good as the potion... The Red Angel must be able to erase the mental imprint inside. I also need this characteristic, and the promotion ceremony also takes time to prepare... Klein was a little hesitant. He wanted to make a decision as soon as possible, so he forced himself to weigh the pros and cons.

After a while, he asked, "Does the supplementary material have an impact on the success of the promotion?"

"There will be some impact." The Dark Sage replied, "The auxiliary materials are neutralizers and mitigating agents that help you better control your potion. If they are missing, there will definitely be some impact, but it still depends on the completion of the ritual."

That's the truth. Klein then asked, "So what are the requirements for the ritual?"

"The ritual has indeed told me." The Dark Saint said as he took out a piece of paper from his palm and handed it over.

Klein hesitated for a moment. For a second he wanted to ask the puppet to take it, but in the end he reached out his hand and slowly pinched the paper with two fingers to minimize the contact area.

Fortunately, the secret praying man's storage method seemed to be unique. The paper seemed to be just an ordinary piece of paper, without any unusual color or touch. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his psychological pressure suddenly decreased. He slowly unfolded it with an indescribable expectation.

"Sequence 3, Ancient Scholar:
“Promotion Ceremony: Be completely detached from reality for at least three hundred years, and take the potion after you have become history and no longer belong to the current era.” This… Klein couldn’t help but blink, suspecting that he had read the description wrongly.

The description of not belonging to the current era made him think of one of his own honorific names:

"A fool who does not belong to this era!"

I have been suspended on that strange light gate for more than three hundred years... In a sense, have I completed the ritual and am only waiting to take the magic potion?!

Not only did I complete the ritual a long time ago, I also completed it in excess. That's five epochs, five epochs whose exact time cannot be verified! Even if each epoch is only a thousand years, that's still five or six thousand years, enough for twenty "weird mages" to complete the promotion ritual!

This level of completion is probably comparable to when I played Amon on Sefirah Castle and even scared the Primal Witch for a moment!
Klein felt no joy at all at this moment. All the anticipation and fear he had just felt disappeared, leaving only bottomless silence.

His eyes were fixed on the line of words, as if he had already seen the price behind this "gift".

Every soul that descended from the "Source Castle" has naturally completed this ritual. As long as they choose the "Fortune Teller" and can become a demigod, they can directly become an "Ancient Scholar". This is almost a tailor-made ritual!
The faster and easier one is promoted, the faster one can absorb the divine nature, and the faster one can become the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang...

This is the work of “Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun”!

Phew, when it comes to becoming an angel, I really want to jump to the adjacent path and not follow the planned path... For other "weird wizards", the biggest difficulty of this promotion ceremony should be how to survive for three hundred years. After all, this is not a path known for its long life... Also, being out of touch with reality for three hundred years can easily drive people crazy. For a "weird wizard" who is already on the verge of split personality, the danger of going crazy and losing control is not too small... Klein looked at the "Ancient Scholar" potion formula, and his mind was filled with thoughts that were difficult to contain.

Zaratul had completed this ritual. He was a descendant of the nobles of the Fourth Epoch, and had long since become history. He only needed to live for three hundred years.

According to this, Amon the Blasphemer had already completed this ritual... so had Mr. Door... The three paths were indeed adjacent, and they seemed to have something in common? Perhaps, I had also quietly completed some of the rituals of the Thief and the Apprentice.

If possible, I really want to wait a hundred years, until I am fully adapted to divinity, before completing this ceremony! However, George III will not wait for me for a hundred years... Klein slowly folded the note back, and the joy in his heart had been swept away.

The Dark Saint watched his expression change as quickly as a revolving lantern, and thought that Mr. X was frightened by the requirements of the ritual. After all, escaping from it for three hundred years and making himself become history was a ritual that he could not figure out a solution for no matter how hard he tried.

"Sorry, this may be bad news. Judging from the ceremony, it may be difficult for you to be promoted in a short time."

The Dark Saint comforted him, "But His Royal Highness the Red Angel may have a way. It is said that there is a seal that can 'steal time', or transfer your identity to a historical figure. With the help of a High Sequence, it may be possible to reduce the time requirement."

Is there such a method? What is the power of this path?
Klein was slightly curious, and then the figure of Amon appeared in front of him. He was the guy who transferred the spiritual threads of the animals and insects in his garden to the servants and maids in the house. It sounds like transferring the identities of historical figures should be a higher-level application of this ability... Accurately transfer my identity to someone else, and then use the other person's identity as a medium to complete the ritual?

In all likelihood, it is the power of the "thief".

This is indeed a tricky method, but it is best not to take tricks in the promotion ceremony.

Klein pondered for a moment, put away the paper, and said to the Dark Saint, "I am qualified to complete the ceremony, and there is no need to trouble His Majesty the Red Angel."

Two seconds later, the Dark Saint took a breath and once again revealed an expression as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Besides that, I have a favor to ask of you." Klein didn't look at the astonished, shocked, and respectful look on the other person's face, and said bluntly, "When I advance to Sequence 3, I must leave Backlund because there may be some danger."

If Zaratul was here, he must have been gathered here by the Extraordinary of Sefirah Castle. If he was promoted to Sequence 3 in Backlund, he might have attracted Amon here as well.

The difference in strength is too great. The two of them will definitely not fight each other, but will attack me at the same time!
The Dark Saint recovered and silently thought to himself how terrifying the God-favored Ones were:
"His Highness the Red Angel also mentioned to me that there is a hostile 'Fortune Teller' Angel of Pathway who might be in Backlund. He hopes that you can go to Intis and complete the ritual there to become a Sequence 3. He also happens to have something to ask you."

You really arranged everything for me! But, Red Angel wants to see me?
Klein frowned slightly and nodded, "I understand. I will reply to you within today. Please go back first."

"Okay." The Dark Saint replied, "I will also bring your words to you."

……

"That boy is capable of completing the ritual himself?"

Medici raised his eyebrows, touched his chin, and thought: "Different from what I guessed? Not that brat, but another person? But when did the Aurora Society have a senior fortune-teller demigod who is hundreds of years old join, but it's still 'Mr. X'?"

"Anyway, they can't be the remnants of the Fourth Epoch... Could it be that they are the young men that the Lord rescued from the Eastern Continent? It seems that He went back once."

"Oh, that's possible. If they are from the East Continent, then they can start the ceremony directly."

After thinking about it, Medici looked up at the person in front of him and waved his hand casually:
"Okay, go ahead and take out that sealed object."

Medici waved his hand and sent away the trembling demigod of the Secret Order who was waiting for his fate. The Sequence 3 Saint breathed a sigh of relief, rejoiced for a few seconds that he would not become promotion material for others, and left the Red Angel’s office.

Friendly interactions among the hunters who were still lying on the hospital beds were heard through the mental link. Medici stood up and walked out as well.

"Has the number of victims been counted yet?"

He grabbed a passerby, who happened to be a gray-haired priest with a young girl by his side. The priest was startled and immediately bowed three times to Medici and praised the Lord:

"Your Majesty, the Red Angel! The number of victims is still being counted. We will probably have a more accurate number within this week."

Medici then asked, "When you prayed, did the Lord really not respond to you at all?"

The chief priest hesitated for a few seconds, and the young female demigod behind him nodded silently: "Yes, Your Highness, but our ritual magic is still effective, and the Lord's spirit is still giving us feedback, but He did not respond to our call for help..."

"Shut up! Irena, are you blaming the Lord?"

The priest immediately turned around and whispered a rebuke to his student, then turned back to Medici and bowed his head, sincerely apologizing: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, she is still young, has a firm and pious faith, and did not mean to say such words in front of you. I beg you to forgive her..."

As she spoke, Irena also lowered her head and said softly, "Yes, I should repent."

Medici didn't care about this little episode at all, and he didn't have any thoughts of blaming this young demigod who had just experienced the aftermath of the war of gods. He made a gesture, indicating that they could leave quickly.

The officiant thanked the student profusely and left. Medici stood in front of his office and began to think about a profound question:

"Who is it that has been responding to me?"

TBC
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In the last chapter, I was talking about recruiting a title like "Dark Saint" or "Secret Saint". Why are you basically just thinking about honorific titles? (Despair)

Then why not collect the honorific names as well? Come on, everyone, think hard, you may need them soon.

(End of this chapter)