Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 483 As everyone knows, fools are untrustworthy.

After Zarathustra finished speaking, he left the two of them an urn containing ashes.

He completed the entire process from cremation to infusion himself.

"Go ahead."

Shael stepped back, gesturing for Klein, who was holding the obsidian brick, to go up and open the door.

Where is your composure and courage?

So they only let me go now?

Despite his complaints, Klein really didn't dare let Shael go, after all, only he might know about the trap that Zarathustra had set.

Then, the key was inserted into the door crack, fitting perfectly without any extra weight.

The so-called gate quickly emitted light and gradually became transparent, revealing faint starlight, stone-paved streets, walls with holes, and mist floating in the air.

As Shael retreated silently, Klein went over, picked up the urn, and then, with his fingers forming a pen, began to write spiritually on the transparent door, depicting the vertical eye composed of many hidden symbols—the symbol of the Antigonus family, as he himself recognized it.

"The symbols Zarathustra provided are definitely problematic."

Later, after Zarathustra turned to ashes, Flora dared to communicate with Chael.

"It's okay, anyway, it's not us who opened the door."

Chael's explanation was straightforward, which convinced Miss Jacob; they should just stand at a distance that wasn't too close or too far.

However, something unexpected happened to Chael: Klein knew that the symbols given by Zarathustra might be problematic, but he still drew the symbols given by Zarathustra.

brush!

It was as if the gates of the deepest hell had been opened.

Invisible tentacles stretched out, as if death were approaching.

Are you trying to scam me?

Klein glanced at the urn in his hand, then threw it behind the door without hesitation.

Such a dazzling maneuver left Chael and Flora somewhat stunned. This... this isn't...

You specifically... just to get Zarathustra's ashes... what kind of unclean and polluted thing is that?

This was entrusted by an angel, after all.

However, Klein did not empathize with the two "disciples of the angelic family" behind him. He felt there was nothing wrong with it. Zarathustra himself said that he gave them the symbol of leaving and asked them to help take the ashes out. Since Zarathustra had dug the pit, it was normal for them to do so.

That's perfect, it eliminates one threat. Who knows what dangers those ashes might pose? Klein knows just how powerful Saint Selena's ashes are.

Yes, he hadn't forgotten to glance inside the gate. The urn rolled into an empty hall, where more corpses hung, some ancient, some modern, some exquisite, some casual.

These corpses, along with the hanged figures inside the church, floated up simultaneously, suspended in the air by countless slippery, indistinct tentacles, densely packed, as if a grand opera was being performed, an opera that accurately reflected all the ecology and details of a small town!

The countless tentacles clearly possessed some kind of power that could not be easily observed. As the gaze swept past the tentacles, they all extended into the depths of the hall, where there stood an ancient, enormous stone chair, its surface inlaid with dull gold and gemstones.

Klein didn't dare to look and closed his eyes, but his powerful dynamic vision had already memorized what he saw at first glance.

On that enormous chair sat a tall figure with long, half-black and half-white hair. He wore a mask with a cold, metallic sheen on his face and leaned back in the chair as if he were asleep. Beside the chair stood an exquisite playing card.

Its surface is also Roselle's, and it's accompanied by a small black dog.

At this moment, the emperor was wearing a magnificent headdress and colorful clothes, carrying a cane with luggage hanging on it, and laughing like a silly husky, as if he was about to embark on a long journey.

His expression was full of anticipation, his lips curled into a wide smile, and beside him, glittering stars outlined the words: "Sequence 0: The Fool!"

The name and ownership of this card.

boom!

The mysterious door slammed shut, and Flora stole the crucial key.

Flora was even blaming Shael for being so soft-hearted at a time like this. Just now, while he was closing his eyes, one of them kicked the other into the door, and the other took out a key to close the door. What a perfect kill combo, solving the problems of Zarathustra's ashes and this Puppet Master in one fell swoop.

"If you kill him, what will we use as emergency food?"

Faced with Flora's "disappointment in her lack of ambition," Xia Er's simple explanation immediately won the woman over.

Indeed, it would be a pity to waste such abundant vitality of this master of puppets and his puppets.

If we can't find a way out in a short time, it can at least be used as a temporary solution.

"You have earned my trust, Your Excellency the Bishop."

Unaware of what was going on, Klein turned around and looked at Shael, and at the key in his hand, his tone slightly moved.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, "Little Maynard" really didn't ambush him.

Well, although Klein originally planned to take the other person out, the feeling of not being betrayed was not bad.

"I am a noble believer in the darkness."

Shael smiled, weighed the "key" in his hand, and asked, "What do we do now?"

"I have another idea."

"I know another symbol."

Klein, still using Gehrman's persona, spoke in a low voice.

That's wonderful.

Xia Er tossed the key over and stood still, waiting for the other person to operate it.

"Do you think this guy is capable?"

Ms. Parasite was very skeptical. It wasn't that she didn't trust Klein, but did he really have that ability?

Unless he was from the Antigonus family, but that's clearly not the case, she wouldn't fail to recognize him.

"He doesn't think that just painting the Antigonus family crest on it is enough, does he?"

Flora Jacob realized what was happening and immediately lost her anticipation and interest.

"Let him give it a try, we're standing behind anyway."

Xia Er didn't care; he knew that Mr. Fool was probably in a bit of a mess right now.

After all, he saw Antigonus and learned the name of the pinnacle of the Diviner's Path. As long as he doesn't doubt that his choice of The Fool as his codename is an outsider's conspiracy, his CPU probably won't burn out.

After going outside, Xia Er also planned to walk around a bit.

Unbeknownst to Xia'er, Klein mistook Antigonus for an out-of-control Sequence 1, who, due to his own remarkable folly, had managed to survive the Eternal Sun. Klein planned to use divination to obtain the correct Trickster potion recipe after leaving the area.

Meanwhile, Flora was also wondering how Zarathustra could produce the correct potion recipe so easily.

But she didn't think much of it. After all, she was an angel, and it was normal for her not to be so despicable when facing ants.