Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 262 God Has What He Should Do
When Leonard walked out of St. Peter's Hospital, he looked around and easily saw Don Eggers, who had been sitting on the park bench opposite the hospital gate for an unknown period of time.

Leonard looked over, and when he met the other person's pair of dark, deep eyes that seemed to have no whites, he smiled and pinched the monocle in his left eye socket. From the distance, he seemed not to care whether the other person could see clearly. In a silent, teasing and deeply provocative tone, he said:

"Isn't this the result you want to see?"

Remind Klein Moretti that the problems in Tingen are not just what they appear on the surface.

As if he had thought of something interesting, Leonard's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful, "confused" expression. Then he raised his leg and left St. Peter's Hospital under the gaze of Don Eggers.

Tang sat on the bench and watched him leave.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky became completely dark, and the crimson moon gradually dominated the sky. The light of the mineral lamps dotted the corners of Tingen City. The crowds around were still bustling, and the separation of life and death continued to play out in St. Peter's Hospital.

This city has been presenting a vivid picture of life for thousands of years. Generation after generation, countless lives have been born here and countless lives have been taken away.

At a certain moment when the crowd was passing by the park bench, the figure sitting on the park bench disappeared.

There was a young man wearing a black silk hat and a matching tailcoat.

The young man stood up from the park bench, straightened his hat, looked at the huge building complex in front of him, smiled, and took off his hat to salute.

Then, the young man disappeared from the spot again as the crowd moved.

This anomaly did not attract anyone's attention.

Leonard boarded the public carriage and prepared to return to his residence. Even when he was on the public carriage and surrounded by countless vibrant "lives", the smile on his face never disappeared.

The young man wearing a black pointed hat pinched his monocle in his left eye with satisfaction.

"Ah, what my paranoid brother said, sometimes I have to admit, there are indeed some things that are correct and can be verified."

"If someone attempts to destroy the world, that person isn't necessarily a madman. Even if it was Alistair Tudor, his final outcome was nothing but regrettable..."

"But if someone said he wanted to create a world with reasonable arrangements, without conflict, without sadness, and without pain, so as to make adequate preparations and contingency plans for the end of the world..."

"Haha, then this person must be very crazy."

Amon admired the night view of Tingen and every aspect of the city.

He saw the countless seemingly endless illusory black threads floating above the heads of ordinary people and extraordinary people, and looked at those puppets whose disguises were almost flawless, but who still could not escape the reality that they were just puppets manipulated by others.

In this city, some are happy, some are sad, some are wailing, some are in pain, some are joyful, some are doing their best to survive, and some are high above, overlooking the world... They have always been puppets of others, following one command after another engraved into their spirits.

"But, this is really—"

Amon's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a rather satisfied smile, as if he had seen some exotic creature and was involuntarily attracted to it.

"It's quite interesting."

"If we weren't on adjacent paths, and if you didn't have so many strange things on you, I really wouldn't mind learning from you."

"Don Eggers..."

He gazed at the crimson above his head, smiled, and returned the fate of his parasitic object to the other party.

"I was only given this one parasite. Ah, I can't die easily..."

"After all, I also want to see what's on Sefirah Castle."

On the public carriage, a young man wearing a black silk hat and a matching tailcoat stood there, looking at the red moon in the sky, as if he was also appreciating the night view.

-

University of Tingen.

In the sealed prison, the secret society's strange sorcerer was guarded by two parasites.

"Mr. Zaratul."

"Mr. Eggers."

When the mysterious sorcerer of the secret society heard the name "Zaratul", he suddenly opened his eyes in the lightless, dark world.

Imprisoned here under the supervision of the parasites that stole the path, he had tried everything he could so far, even the incomplete forms of mythical creatures that he could not fully master, but in the end he had gained nothing.

Just as the parasite that originally parasitized him said, he was deprived of all his extraordinary abilities.

But are there really such powerful Extraordinary people in this world who can deprive others of their abilities?

Or is this the masterpiece of that... Nicolas Flamel?
At this moment, the mysterious sorcerer of the secret society heard a name that was extremely familiar to him.

He saw the prison door opened and an old man walked in.

It was the leader of the Secret Order who sent him to Tingen City and guaranteed his life, regardless of whether the mission was completed or not, and gave him Sequence 3, the Ancient Scholar's potion formula, and Beyonder characteristics before his departure!
"Zaratul first—"

Before his surprise, astonishment, and joy could fully manifest on his face, Zaratul in front of him slowly spoke:
"Carlos, you did a great job this time."

The secret order's magician named Carlos, after adjusting to the darkness, could clearly see Zaratul in front of him, and there was a person standing behind him.

As a demigod-level fortune teller, Carlos clearly sensed malice, danger, and something even more terrifying.

The strange sorcerer of the secret order slowly shifted his gaze away from Zaratul, who smiled gently but looked a little scary in such an environment.

He... He saw the spiritual thread floating on Zaratul's body at this time.

Carlos saw the countless spiritual threads, the spiritual threads of Lord Zaratul, and saw that they were not floating irregularly towards the seemingly endless dome. Many of those countless spiritual threads were caught in the hands of the person behind him.

Carlos' eyes widened in shock.

Secret puppet? !
At this moment, Carlos finally saw the full appearance of the young man who walked into the prison behind Zaratul.

That was the Miskatonic ritualist he had tried to control before, a Beyonder of the same path, the young man standing next to the deputy director of the Tingen University Security Department.

The young man was smiling at him at this moment.

"You did very well."

"But I don't know, should I call you Carlos, or Bazel? Jordan? Ashley? Mills?"

The others were fabricated by the trickster using the Faceless Man's abilities. The young man's praise overlapped with Zaratul's.

Carlos was completely dumbfounded. His eyes of disbelief turned to understanding when he saw that Lord Zaratul still had the same smile that he saw every day.

What doesn't he know at this moment?
Why do the top leaders of the secret order act in unison?

Why did the Secret Order try to break into the city of Tingen where Nicolas Flamel was?
Why did they need the Antigonus family's notes?
Of course, everything is under the control of Tingen University, Miskatonic, Nicolas Flamel, and the young man in front of him!
"Mysterious...Waiter..."

His body involuntarily floated upwards, his eyes bulged, and he was struggling.

He seemed to have regained the power of the Trickster, and he was trying to reveal the incomplete form of a mythical creature!
"Correct. Then, as promised, I will grant you Sequence 3, the power of the Ancient Scholar..."

This strange sorcerer of the secret order was hung in the prison, his body swaying in the windless room.

Soon, the strange wizard Carlos, who was hanging in the air, showed a smile that was exactly the same as Zaratul and Tang's.

"Welcome."

"My pleasure, Mr. Eggers."

The strange wizard who was terrified and ferocious just now smiled and said to Tang.

"We will all fight for the predetermined future, for our destiny—"

"Give everything."

The two parasites outside the door have already run away.

Ahh, this dirty thing!
"Why are you running? I won't hang you up like secret puppets~"

That's something Nicholas should consider.

A faint voice came from behind, and the two parasites burst into tears.

Mr. Flamel, Mr. Pales, help me, ahh ...

This is really weird, Mr. Eggers, please stop messing around and don’t sacrifice them to the gods, please ah ah ah——!!

-

St. Peter's Hospital.

Crane lay in bed, thinking about what Pettigrew had said.

"God has his own things to do, and man has his own things to do..."

In response to Klein's doubts, Pettigrew said something that seemed to make sense.

He turned his head to look at the crimson moon that was gradually rising outside the window. The crimson moonlight shone through the window into the ward, which was extremely bright because of the mineral lamp.

"I believe in the goddess, so I can't answer that person's question about the missing notebook, Klein."

"But from what I know, even within the Church of Evernight, the archbishops, popes, and deacons rarely receive revelations from the goddess these days."

"The seven major orthodox churches are all like this, and that person almost only responds to ritual magic, casting gazes in Tingen City. He also rarely appears in public..."

"The world is undergoing tremendous changes, and I have a feeling that this may be closely related to each of us."

"Changes that are closely related to each and every one of us... Indeed, what Leonard said sounds quite reasonable at first glance. However, based on the mystical knowledge I've learned so far, the angel in Tingen City, if he doesn't have the corresponding Beyonder abilities, would be unable to grasp every region and every change in real time."

For Klein, who didn't understand the power, authority, and abilities of demigod and angelic thieves, the possibility that the angel from Tingen City didn't pay attention or was disturbed by higher-level forces and didn't notice the problem immediately was completely different from simply letting it go.

Of course, if they just let it go, it could also be that the person just doesn't have the interest to care...

"God has his own things to do, and man has his own things to do..."

Klein repeated Pettigrew's words in his mind again. He felt that Pettigrew's words were much more credible than those of Leonard, who seemed to be rambling and spoke incoherently.

“Even if we really noticed it, if we can’t reach that person’s level, it might just be a ‘simple matter’ of a few deaths…”

This wasn't the 21st century he lived in. Even though the previous time travelers had built Tingen City into a place somewhat similar to the era before he traveled through time, for those powerful individuals with extraordinary powers, the class distinctions brought about by their extraordinary abilities and divinity... were probably even more serious than Klein had imagined.

For those in high positions, those high and mighty gods, the death of a few people might just be a matter of crushing a few ants.

Who would think about what the ants that are ignored and dying under your feet are thinking?

There was no point in overthinking. Klein, who had already slept for a day and two nights, thought about the Tarot Club that would be held tomorrow in the mysterious space above the gray fog, and his eyelids drooped unconsciously.

"Let's take it one step at a time..."

The mystery of his time travel, the senior time traveler in Tingen City whose name he still didn't know, Miskatonic University, angels, the mastermind behind the disappearance of the notebook...

With so many questions in his mind, Klein gradually fell asleep.

The inpatient department of St. Peter's Hospital becomes very quiet after nightfall.

The mineral lamps in the corridor were dimmed, and outside the window at the end, the crimson moonlight that penetrated through the window and penetrated into the inpatient department was still pure and bright.

While Klein was dazed, he heard a sound like something heavy was being dragged from the corridor outside the ward.

He half-opened his eyes drowsily. After being woken up, he subconsciously lost focus and looked towards the observation window at the door of the ward with half-open eyes.

There seemed to be people in the corridor, quite a few of them, and some blurry shadows whose faces could not be seen passed by the observation window.

There seemed to be quite a few people walking in the corridor outside the door.

"Is this the nighttime activity for patients at St. Peter's Hospital at this hour?"

Klein yawned. He hadn't realized that those people's heads seemed to be higher than the observation window, higher than the position of a normal person's head.

He also didn't realize that the figures' bodies were not moving up and down, but were simply moving horizontally.

It's impossible that all the patients in the inpatient department are half-giants from Feysac, right?
Klein was drowsy and fell into a baby-like sleep again.

(End of this chapter)