Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 458 The Hermit Society of Destiny

Let's talk about this after we leave here.

Shael took a step forward, his hair growing longer, and grabbed Klein and Alger's arms, leading them into the spirit world. Before long, they were teleported to the location of the Bayam Islands.

Why are you running?

Klein was puzzled. He subconsciously looked back and saw that the huge island, which was even inhabited by demigod-level feathered serpents, had vanished into thin air. In the area where it had been, only the deep blue and almost black seawater rippled.

What's going on?

As soon as he landed, Klein couldn't wait to ask.

This bizarre scene looks like someone took something they shouldn't have, which triggered some kind of chain reaction. Isn't that how it's portrayed in movies?

"If nothing unexpected happens, this primitive island already has an owner."

"Its master can probably only accept some mid- to low-sequence extraordinary individuals to operate on this island."

Chael's meaning was quite straightforward: he became too overpowered, and then the map got blocked.

Consider this compensation to you.

"From now on, you probably won't have the chance to set foot on that primitive island again."

Shael tossed the Ocean Singer's trait to Alger. After all, Alger had provided the coordinates of this island, and had paved the way; even if he hadn't done anything special, he deserved recognition for his hard work.

"I can give up the other spoils of war."

After catching the extraordinary, gelatinous jellyfish-like substance in his hand, Alger spoke very honestly.

"I'll only take what I'm entitled to."

Klein also spoke up.

Although he was also very curious about the information about the original island, right now, dividing the spoils was more important.

"This is yours."

Shael tossed a Druid trait to Klein, "Extraordinary material from a six-winged gargoyle, you can divide it equally."

"Thanks."

Unexpectedly, after catching the Sequence 5 feature, the usually stern and aloof Gehrman subconsciously returned a smile.

However, Alger paid no attention to "German" beside him. He was staring at the Tyrant card, his mind filled with a bright future. He thought that as long as he found an opportunity to obtain the Sequence 4 potion recipe from the "Angel", he could immediately betray the Storm Church and become the king of the sea once he could be promoted to High Priest of Calamity.

"That island?"

Klein, gleefully collecting his spoils, regained his composure and began to suspect that the island's owner was connected to an ancient sun god or a true creator.

"Pretty much, it's something like 'Dusk'."

Xia Er nodded. Yes, it was Adam, the obsessive man who followed in his father's footsteps.

"This joke isn't funny at all."

Klein's expression was not good. He felt that the fact that the three of them were able to get out alive must have been due to Mr. Angel's background.

Alger silently prayed to Mr. Fool in his heart, simply for peace of mind.

The three of them then parted ways.

Alger didn't return to his ship immediately; he planned to spend the night at the nearby Storm Church.

Klein abandoned the idea of ​​teleporting back immediately. He found a hotel with the background of the Church of the Sea God and planned to stay in the mixed community of Bayam for a while.

Only Xia Er actually went back to sleep.

Unbeknownst to Klein, his home was being burgled while he was away. Although the damage wasn't severe, losing things is never a good thing.

Backlund, 160 Berklund Street.

Klein finally returned from the teleportation, slightly travel-worn. The projection of Dawn Dantes lying on the bed blurred and turned into a small mirror.

When Klein transformed back into Dawn Dantes, he asked the mirror a question.

Ripples appeared on the mirror, and Arodes began to complain: "Master, I did nothing last night, I was just playing your role diligently."

"But a rather impolite guest slipped in. He stole some of your valuables and almost ransacked you, but I managed to get him to stop."

Arrodes began reporting losses. Not to mention the cash lost by Dawn Dantes, some high-end watches and gold chains he bought to impress others also suffered the same fate. Fortunately, the losses were still kept within a thousand pounds, but it still made Klein feel furious and heartbroken.

"Tell me the identity and location of this thief."

Klein maintained a calm expression, but his writhing hunger was already unbearable.

"In fact, I don't recommend that you do that."

"This is clearly a test, and if you respond, it might deepen their suspicions."

Arrodes's subtle advice, its mirrored ripples, revealed the entire process of Flora Jacob remotely controlling an unknown thief to come and steal from this place.

Who is this woman?

Klein examined it carefully and realized he had never seen it before. Moreover, Arodos's attitude seemed to suggest that he was someone I couldn't afford to offend for the time being. Could he be a demigod?

"Her identity."

Klein directly asked Arrodes the question.

Arodes' mirror continued to shift, but when he reached the crucial information, it was blocked by a large area of ​​mosaic. Klein could only see the black gloves the other party was wearing, and the mysterious ritual the other party was performing was completely obscured by the mosaic.

"Master, this is a demigod from the Hermitage of Fate. I cannot directly reveal the scene that is being protected."

"But I can recount what I saw: the sign of Jacob's family was on the altar."

As if to prove he wasn't lying, Arodes made the mosaic on the mirror clear, and a closed, peering eye gradually appeared on it. If Arodes uncovered the mosaic and let Klein see the hidden contents, then this peering eye would also appear in reality to see who was spying on His encrypted things.

Information encryption? Anti-tracking?

Can you say I can't watch?

Klein tried to understand what Arrodes meant; it was something like, "Whatever is said will be known."

"Have you been discovered?"

Klein was somewhat skeptical, after all, Arodes could even glance at the insane Zarathustra.

"Yes, when I trigger this hidden message, the message will also leave a mark on me."

Arodes readily admitted it, but quickly added that the Hidden Sage had only glanced at it and it was no big deal.

This is a huge problem!

Would the Hermit of Fate be that awesome?

The Twilight Hermits can't even mention names, but the Fate Hermits can, though members' identities are strictly confidential. If someone tries to crack the code, they'll just open each other's boxes.

Are all these hermits really that powerful?

"I see."

Klein nodded calmly, regaining his composure.

"Thank you for your understanding. Your loyal servant looks forward to serving you again."

Seeing that Klein was in a good state, Arodes proactively withdrew from the small mirror and chose to log off.