Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 480 A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chael was surprised that Flora Jacob was quite self-aware.

However, in his original plan, the Secret Order was indeed part of his scheme after Little Zarathustra fell, but... just how far did you guys go?

Aside from the core where the insane Little Zarathustra was located, and the resources Little Zarathustra had hidden, you've eaten up everything else?

After all, it's been 200 years...

Having no concept of time before, Xia'er was not surprised now that she thought about it. In 200 years, it was normal for the Jacob family to have absorbed the Secret Order. If nothing unexpected happened, the demigods of the Secret Order would have been replaced, and perhaps a few of the Kings of the Underworld would still be alive.

But they absolutely dared not show their faces.

"The problem isn't whether we can get in, but rather that we don't have a choice, right?"

The crimson moon in the sky began to take on an eerie appearance, its blood-red radiance distorting the mortal world. Before the powerful moonlight shone upon him, Xia'er stood in the shadows beneath the church and spoke.

"What are all these?"

Beside him, Klein, who was also "avoiding the moon," watched the figures that suddenly appeared on the street. Seeing the previously desolate street suddenly come alive, full of life and warmth, he felt a chill in his heart. The world constructed by the power of the night itself could evoke fear in people.

"If they do not belong to the living, then they belong to the dead."

"It's best not to activate clairvoyance. Church texts record that when spirits of the past return to their world, we only need to silently recite the name of the goddess and mingle among them."

As Xia Er spoke, a chilling aura emanated from him, as if he had become an undead.

Klein quickly did as he was told. He let the Blood General possess him, pretending to be a vengeful spirit or a "dead ghost." Following Xia'er's actions, he stood at the entrance of the Night Monastery, making a devout prayer gesture, as if praising the red moon in the sky.

This seemingly "normal" scene was naturally accepted by the nearby "strange tales of rules".

"The bad news is that we are homeless, and the only place that can take us in is the church."

In fact, even without Xia'er's reminder, Klein had already figured it out.

The residents who suddenly appeared went home after their brief activity. This meant that even if Shael and Klein had teleportation abilities, it was useless. Trespassing was wrong no matter where it was, and staying out all night was also wrong.

The only option was the monastery behind them.

"Get ready."

By this point, Flora Jacobs couldn't persuade him anymore. Even though she really wanted to send Klein in to scout ahead, she had to abandon the idea in this unfamiliar and dangerous place.

Shael smiled and walked into the monastery ahead of Klein.

This calm and composed demeanor surprised both Klein and Flora, who both misunderstood that this courage stemmed from a steadfast faith within Chael.

Inside the monastery, it was a bit dark, but there were candlesticks that could be lit. Looking up, all you could see were pieces of cured meat, cunningly disguised as humans, hanging in mid-air. Some wore black classical robes, some wore brown jackets, some were quite good-looking, and some clearly wouldn't be forced to eat cream puffs.

Ugh!

A chilling wind swept through the church, and the figures and corpses suspended in mid-air all turned around, giving the cautious Krishnamurti a rude awakening.

Klein instinctively shielded Xia Er in front of him.

There aren't too many corpses here. Perhaps it's because after the Jacob family possessed the Secret Order, they went out to sea to find mermaids, but the power of the night inadvertently concealed them, leaving fewer poor souls imprisoned here.

"You'd better watch out for your spiritual lines."

Klein was alerted by Shael's reminder, because Shael's spirit thread was being held by Flora's unclean little hand. Klein had overlooked the anomaly and his own spirit thread was almost pulled away. He quickly used his ability to control the dispersion of his spirit thread.

"Honakis—Fregora—"

"Honakis—Fregora—"

The corpses uttered the same gurgling sounds. Flora remained very quiet, and apart from helping Shael control the spiritual threads, she chose to play dead, minimizing her contact with the outside world as much as possible.

"The Kingdom of Night."

Its demise marks the end of an era.

Although... this so-called country is more like a small town, breaking through its darkness is no different from banditry.

Chael walked to the dark altar in front of him, where a stone statue stood.

The statue is generally shaped like a female human, but two beast legs grow from her ribs and waist, covered with short, thick, and stiff black fur. In addition, there are thin black bands around the statue, which look like tentacles extending outwards. It is the Mother of Heaven, the Demon Wolf Woman, Philaneias.

"Sigh~"

Flora couldn't help but sigh; she had finally met her family's ancestor.

In the former Tudor Empire, the Abraham family and the Tamara family were related by marriage, as were the Antigonus family and the Jacob family. This Mother of Heaven, Flora, somewhat lamented her fate.

Of course, from Miss Jacob's perspective, there is nothing wrong with the history recorded by the family. After all, it is very reasonable that the Jacob family and the Tamara family, two families with a maximum rank of only 1, are close to the Antigonus family and the Abraham family, respectively.

Xia'er was also somewhat disappointed, as his cup had been taken by the night.

Behind him, Klein felt he was gradually understanding everything. After the Night Kingdom was defeated by the Church, the Heavenly Mother submitted to the Goddess and became her angel. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why she would serve the Goddess.

Klein looked to the side of the statue, where a figure was sitting cross-legged, his somewhat cloudy eyes staring at them. This made Klein feel a little uneasy, but the other person didn't speak or move, so the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

The old man wore a hood, his head was bowed, his eyes were closed, and his white beard was long and thick, making him look somewhat like Dumbledore, but noticeably coarser and longer.

Oh, his manipulation of the spiritual threads is even more powerful; all the threads are wrapped around him.

A faint smile played on Chael's lips as he looked at the little Zarathustra before him. This was probably a historical projection of a miracle worker.

That's perfect. Help Flora complete the Sequence Three ritual. That clever guy will definitely mistake her inside him for the Jacob of the past.

Fortunately, Flora was too guilty to speak up, so there was no flaw in her explanation, and it was a beautiful misunderstanding.