Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens.

Chapter 102 Who is the real killer of Dunn?

The evening of January 3, 1349.

Before leaving Backlund, Klein had one more thing to do.

That is to return the extraordinary qualities of 0-08 and Inszangwell to the Church of the Night.

He originally had some selfish motives, wanting to give Ince Zangwell or the 0-08 Extraordinary Ability to Pavilion Master Xu in exchange for power.

However, after acquiring the extraordinary characteristics of the Lawful Mage, Klein suppressed the idea.

One should be content, for the darkness has been a blessing to us.

The moment the thought arose, the quill pen, sealed deep within his consciousness, suddenly trembled, just as a person would tremble, writing rapidly in that miniature world constructed by the mind:

"Great beings, you must never hand over the Pen of Alshogod to the Church of the Night!"

Klein raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing: "The Pen of Alshogod? That's your real name? Interesting. I didn't expect a sealed artifact to beg for mercy."

But the next moment, his tone was filled with disgust.

"You and Ince Zangwell are both my enemies. Returning to your sealed state is the only way you deserve to end up."

The quill pen swept wildly across the void, the ink almost penetrating the barrier of the microcosm.

"Enemies? Great beings are unaware that the Pen of Alssuhold and the insignificant Ince Zangwell are by no means your greatest enemies."

"Alsükhod's pen is nothing more than a pawn..."

"And you know nothing of this, yet you still want to return the Pen of Alszukhod to your true enemy."

“But even if it returns to the Church of the Night, the Pen of Alshogod will not be sealed and will eventually be lost again.”

As these words appeared, Klein frowned, his heart sinking as he sensed something was wrong: "The real enemy, what do you mean?"

The quill pen began to write rapidly again: "The pen of Alshoghod carries the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1 'Writer'."

"How dare Ince Zangwill, a mere Sequence 5 being, steal the Pen of Alshogod..."

"All of this was a tacit agreement reached between the two beings..."

"The answer is clear; the great being has already guessed what the Pen of Alshoghod is saying..."

Klein's pupils suddenly contracted, as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind. A chill ran through his chest, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He truly understood.

As if struck by a divine inspiration, Klein suddenly looked up at the sky.

Although it was still light, Klein seemed to see a blood moon hanging in the sky, silently watching over all things in the world.

Goddess of the Night.

One of the beings mentioned in Alshogod's Pen is none other than the Goddess of Night!

This answer shocked Klein.

Whether it was Ince Zangwell's escape with 0-08, or the sacrifice of the Night Watch team, it was all part of this god's plan.

Although this was only one side of Alsükhod's account, countless overlooked doubts surged into my mind like a tide, instantly connecting into a coherent whole.

The Church of the Night is completely untrustworthy.

And the goddess of night, who is called the "true god"... The gods of this world, who are torn apart day and night by the torrent of mortal faith and the spiritual imprint of the creator, do they still have a trace of humanity left in their hearts?

Klein felt a chilling sense of familiarity wash over him, as if he had returned to the days when he was controlled by 0-08, where every move he made was on an invisible chessboard, and he was always the ignorant pawn.

After a moment of silence, Klein asked again, "Who is the other being?"

Upon hearing this, the quill pen trembled again:

"It cannot be said. All that is spoken will be known; that is the highest level of the audience, and He will suffer the consequences of Alshogod's pen..."

"The Pen of Alshurst can only cover a single city, but it can cover the entire world..."

Klein, enraged, couldn't help but snap, "Then shut up, you useless third-rate novelist!"

The quill pen's brilliance dimmed slightly, as if its sore spot had been touched.

"Hoo..." Taking a deep breath, Klein completely gave up the idea of ​​going to the Church of the Night.

He turned and looked out of Backlund.

Although it was only one side of the story, Klein was not stupid. After being reminded, he had already noticed many suspicious things.

Even if the Goddess of Night did not completely control everything in Tingen, the release of the Pen of Alshogod was definitely related to her.

Even if the Goddess of Night didn't know this would happen, Klein could never forgive her.

His trust in the goddess of the night has been severely damaged.

As he read this, Klein's eyes grew even dimmer, feeling that Dunn's death was so undeserved.

"Alas, poor captain, after sacrificing so much for the Church of the Night, is this how he ends up..."

"Damn it, damn it all! What kind of righteous god is this? What a load of bull..."

"call."

He sighed again, but the pent-up frustration in his chest was like thick ink that couldn't be dissolved, and no matter how hard he breathed, he couldn't dispel it even a little.

If this matter is truly related to the Goddess of the Night, then Klein swears he will make her pay the price.

"Let's ask Pavilion Master Xu about the truth later."

A time traveler you know is always more trustworthy than a high and mighty goddess of the night.

Quietly putting on his hat, Klein walked slowly alone towards the outskirts of Backlund...

……

When they arrived at the steam train platform, Klein saw Panatia, who had changed into a pure white robe and was wearing a veil.

"Master, the train tickets have been bought."

Panatia still spoke with a hint of languor, but more than anything, she showed reverence for Klein.

Klein nodded, his gaze softening slightly.

Although she was a witch, compared to the Pen of Alshurst and the Church of the Night, Panatia, who had been marked with enslavement by him and whose every thought was under his control, was actually more pleasing to him.

Well, it's not impossible that the witch's allure kicked in...

The sound of a train whistle rang out.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Klein looked at the two familiar figures stepping off the steam train.

A man who looked somewhat older than his age, close to 30, was carrying a suitcase and protecting his younger sister as they walked out of the station.

"Benson, Melissa..."

Watching his brother and sister walk towards Backlund, Klein felt a strange mix of emotions.

Should we take them away? Should we acknowledge them as our family?
Klein felt somewhat agitated after learning some information.

The Church of the Night is not a problem; the real issue is the royal family's cooperation with two cults...

Let's hope some evil god doesn't descend again...

"Pannadia".

After a long silence, he said, "Stay by their side and offer them the help they need, but don't get too close."

"If they suffer even the slightest mishap, you might as well not live in this world."

Having said that, a thousand thoughts flew out of Klein's body and landed in Panadia's body.

After doing all that, Klein ignored Panatia, who was still standing there in a daze, and turned around to board the train alone.

The personal protection of a demigod is a privilege that even a deceased duke did not enjoy, and with the thought that he left behind, there should be no problem.

That's all I can do right now.

(End of this chapter)