Mystery: A Spark

"Sir, do you still remember the assassination attempt by Qilingus?"

“I remember, the assassination attempt failed, and Qilingus escaped, but he was killed by a mysterious powerful figure on his way out. What are you trying to say?” The bishop didn’t understand why Arthur suddenly brought this up.

Arthur drank the water in the glass in one gulp, placed the glass on the table, and said:

“Sir, don’t you find it strange that a pirate general would abandon his naval advantage and come ashore specifically to assassinate a high-ranking official of the kingdom?”

The bishop nodded and said:

"It is very strange. The church's guess is that Zilingus was assigned by some mysterious organization to assassinate Duke Negan."

"However, since Duke Negan was a member of the Church of Storms, the assassination attempt failed and Ziringus died, so we didn't specifically arrange for anyone to investigate the matter."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Arthur's lips curled slightly as he said:

"Since the first assassination attempt failed, why can't we try again? My lord, I think you could report this idea; you might even get some credit for it."

The bishop was somewhat tempted, but quickly asked curiously:

“Arthur, aren’t you quite familiar with that prince? Wouldn’t it be more convenient if you reported it yourself? If we capture that Apostle of Desire, that would be a great achievement.”

Arthur shook his head and said:

“This is inappropriate. I haven’t been involved in church affairs much, and we belong to a different system than you. It’s meaningless for me to ask for this kind of credit.”

"Since we met tonight, it means that this is the Lord's guidance, which guided our conversation tonight and enabled us to perceive the purpose of that apostle of desire."

"Therefore, Your Excellency, it would be more appropriate for you to report this matter."

After saying that, Arthur casually drew a simple triangular mechanical emblem on his chest.

Those favored by God, as the name suggests, are people who are blessed by the true God.

Depending on the degree of divine favor they receive, those favored by the gods have different responsibilities.

For example, Bonova's main duty was to serve before the throne of God and not to participate in church affairs, but to receive direct instructions from the true God.

Similar to him is Ariana, the secret servant of the Church of the Night.

Arthur was different. He was also a chosen one of God, but he neither participated in the specific affairs of the church, nor did the God of Steam ever give him any instructions.

In other words, he has the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Therefore, although he could occasionally seek some help from the Steam Church, he himself did not have a clear position within the church.

Therefore, Arthur is not suited to personally participate in the speculation that might involve the mobilization of the "Mechanical Heart" or even the introduction of the Storm Church's power.

Upon hearing that Arthur had invoked the Lord's name, the bishop opposite him naturally had nothing more to say, and he nodded, saying:

“Since it is the Lord’s guidance, I will report this matter, but I will still state that this is your conjecture, Arthur.”

"Why bother? Forget it, whatever." Arthur shook his head helplessly.

In reality, reporting this speculation will not have a significant impact.

Even though the three major churches knew that the apostle of desire was targeting Negan, they did not know that the Twilight Hermits were the ones truly manipulating the situation behind the scenes.

In this situation, no matter how much you try to prevent it, there will inevitably be some oversights in the end.

But in any case, Arthur achieved his goal of disgusting Jason Beria.

This made him feel great.

……

In the room separated by a spiritual wall,

With a very damned feeling, Klein nervously recited the incantation to the goddess of night.

While chanting the incantation, he also picked up a parchment depicting incantations and symbols that represented requests for blessings and brought it close to the candle that symbolized the supplicant.

His ritual magic was taught to him by Old Neil, who had personally witnessed Old Neil using this set of ritual magic to resolve his debt problems.

In addition, it is said that Old Neil also cured his hemorrhoids by praying to the goddess.

However, Klein never saw this in person.

After the parchment was lit, Klein threw it into a small bowl that had been prepared nearby.

Oh oh oh!

A sudden gust of wind swept through the quiet room.

The wind gradually became extremely strong, so strong that Klein could barely open his eyes.

He felt his own spirituality surging outwards like a tide, completely unstoppable.

If I were to suffer divine punishment today, I would haunt Arthur even as a ghost… Klein shielded his eyes from the sudden, fierce wind, trying desperately to see the situation on the altar, but he couldn’t manage it at all.

Something's not right about this ritual magic.

Klein had performed ritual magic more than once or twice before, but he had never seen such a violent reaction before.

This made him feel extremely uneasy and filled him with regret for ever believing Arthur's lies.

"I hope I don't actually get struck by lightning. Probably not, since the goddess doesn't have authority over lightning... So I might just fall into a deep sleep and die silently in my slumber. That's not a bad way to die, at least it's a peaceful death..." Klein had a rather unconventional way of finding joy in hardship.

The ritual magic was already complete, and it was too late for regrets, so he could only passively wait for the consequences of his reckless act.

The strong wind blew for a while before it finally stopped. The bedroom was a mess, with everything blown everywhere. Some fragile items, like paper, were even torn to shreds by the wind.

My furniture... my books... this is another bloodbath, Arthur has ruined me... Klein sighed, then turned his gaze to the altar.

Given this situation, he no longer expected the ceremony to yield any results.

He was already incredibly lucky to have escaped divine punishment.

However, just as Klein's gaze fell on the altar, he saw a small black fur ball on it.

The little furball moved slightly, stretching out its tiny body.

Its big, dark eyes looked at Klein, and it let out a soft, childish cry:

"Ouch~"

Chapter 193 The Little Wolf Cub's Abilities

Wednesday morning, 15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.

On a low stool in the living room, there was a plate filled to the brim with milky white milk.

Next to the plate was a small black fluffy ball.

The little furball tilted its head and looked curiously at the milk in the plate in front of it. It stretched its head closer, first sniffing with its black nose, and then tentatively licking it with its pink tongue.

Seemingly finding it delicious, the little thing let out a happy "woof" and then began to lick the milk contentedly, making "smack smack" sounds.

However, it seems that because the little thing is inexperienced and doesn't quite master the skills of drinking, a lot of milk was spilled while it was drinking.

Some of the milk even splashed onto the little creature's face, making its face a mess of milk.

On a sofa not far away, sat two young men, one with black hair and the other with blond hair.

In addition, a small white dog was perched on the blond youth's shoulder.

The blond youth's face was full of surprise as he looked at the little one drinking milk, and said with deep emotion:

"This actually works?"

Klein gave him a disapproving look and said:

"I knew you were just trying to fool me. You almost screwed me over. Thank goodness..."

Fortunately, he didn't reveal the rest, but Arthur understood that he was relieved that the ritual to pray to the goddess of night had gone smoothly.

Arthur looked at Klein with a smile in his eyes and said:

"I don't know if there's something wrong with my memory, but I seem to remember that last night, someone was pointing to the sky and swearing an oath that they would never try to ask the Goddess of the Night for an extraordinary pet."

"Indeed, the law of 'it smells so good' holds true in any world. That Mr. Wang was truly a great sage, able to unravel the ultimate mystery of the multiverse with a mortal body."

Klein's expression froze, he gritted his teeth, and vehemently denied it:

"I, I didn't swear or make any oaths last night."

"Oh? No oath or swearing? Then was I hallucinating last night?" Arthur asked with a smile.

“You drank too much beer last night and got drunk, so your memory is a bit messed up. Yes, that’s right, that’s it,” Klein stubbornly retorted.

"Heh, alright, alright, let's just say I was drunk last night. But the question is, how are you going to raise this little wolf cub?" Arthur stopped teasing.

Although he had a very good memory, he was too lazy to go back and flip through the history books to repeat what Klein had said the night before.

"What do you mean, how to raise it? Just raise it like this, you can't possibly send it back, can you?" Klein said, shrugging his shoulders, not quite understanding what Arthur meant.

Arthur shook his head and sighed, speaking in a tone of someone who had been through it all:

"Hey, it seems you still don't understand. Raising extraordinary pets isn't that simple."

"First of all, do you know what extraordinary abilities this little wolf cub has? Is it able to accommodate an extraordinary path within its body, or is it already determined that it can only follow a particular extraordinary path, or has it not yet advanced to the extraordinary level?"

"Secondly, it's the same question from last night: how do you ensure the little guy's survival if something happens to you?"

"Third... never mind, there is no third. You should figure out these two issues first."

Klein was stunned by Arthur's barrage of questions. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to respond for a long time.

He hadn't really thought about these things last night, because the success of the prayer ritual had already left him bewildered.

He had only performed the prayer ritual on a whim after listening to Arthur's nonsense, never expecting that he would actually receive a wolf cub.

So, caught off guard, he was in a real mess last night.

Just preparing food, water, and shelter for the wolf cubs has kept us up until well past midnight.

Not to mention that the bedroom was a mess because of the strong winds generated during the ceremony, making it impossible to sleep, so it took a long time to clean up the bedroom.

Finally, Klein was too tired to doze off on the sofa outside.

This morning, as soon as Klein woke up, he summoned the messenger Arthas and called Arthur over.

During this time, he was either so busy that he barely had time to breathe or he was resting on the sofa. He didn't have time to think about so many things.

So now, with Arthur bombarding him with a barrage of questions, Klein was completely flustered.