Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

1349, April 6.

The Kingdom of Loen, Queen District of Backlund, Viscount Grelint's mansion.

"Sir, a stranger from out of town wishes to see you."

The butler, wearing a red vest, leaned down and whispered to Grynt, who was reading a newspaper, "He claims to be an extraordinary one."

Those who served the Viscount knew that their master was a lover of the occult and had always been interested in things related to the extraordinary.

Therefore, after the stranger introduced himself in this way, even though no one knew him and he did not show any invitation, the gatekeeper and the steward did not dare to neglect him.

"Oh?"

Grynt, however, was in no hurry. He calmly put down his newspaper and let out a slow sigh: "Then let's meet him."

In fact, to date, he has met many so-called "extraordinary people".

But each time, the result disappointed him greatly.

Therefore, although his desire for the extraordinary remains strong, he has been deceived so many times that he has been constantly discouraged and finds it difficult to have much hope.

The butler bowed slightly: "He is in the living room, waiting for your audience."

He wouldn't turn away a customer without consulting him before the truth was revealed, even if he suspected the other person might be a fraudster.

It is the owner's right to determine whether this stranger is a fraudster or the real deal.

Those who don't understand the rules can't become the stewards and doormen of nobles.

Moreover, it is very undignified to leave visiting guests waiting awkwardly outside the door.

If word got out, outsiders would think that Viscount Grelint had fallen on hard times and couldn't even afford to serve his guests a cup of tea.

When Grelint entered the living room, the first thing he saw was An Ruowang, who was sitting on the sofa, looking poised and elegant, even somewhat like she was taking over the role of the guest.

A handsome, wealthy, and noble stranger—that was his first impression of An Ruowang.

People with black hair and brown eyes are not uncommon in Rune, but this person is clearly not a native of Rune.

Long-term language habits leave their mark on the face, but he was never shaped by the Rune language into the distinctive features of the Rune people.

Moreover, compared to the Rune people, his features are softer and his skin is more delicate. However, he has a cold gaze and looks somewhat arrogant and unapproachable.

Even so, Grelint was still amazed by the other's outstanding appearance.

Based on this alone, if it turns out that An Ruowang is a fraud later, Grelint would be willing to let him go and not send him to the police station—he must be a good person who has gone astray.

In addition, the other party had jet-black and shiny hair, white and neat teeth, a posture that seemed to have been specially trained, fair and energetic skin with a healthy complexion, and was not nervous or flustered at all even when facing a viscount, and could even be said to be indifferent to him, his demeanor was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

That makes sense. Homeless people or people from the lower class would probably be driven out by patrolling police officers who maintain order as soon as they enter Queens.

As for the non-Rune style clothing, being a stranger, Grylint only glanced at it briefly, and after confirming that the fabric and craftsmanship were exceptional, he didn't pay much attention to it.

It could be said that the moment Grelint saw An Ruowang, he had a vague premonition—Goddess, after being deceived so many times, this time he might finally have met the real deal!

To hell with those delusional lunatics!

He immediately strode over to greet him, his tone becoming more enthusiastic, and extended his right hand: "Sir, your arrival has brought great honor to my villa!"

An Ruowang did not stand up immediately.

He merely glanced at Grylint, as if assessing something.

After seeing him in person, Grelint's appearance did indeed match the description of him in the original work—a slightly thin young man of twenty.

Faced with this somewhat condescending gaze, Grelint felt a little awkward, wondering if there was something wrong with her that made the other person so unfriendly.

Just as he was about to ask, An Ruowang nodded, stood up to shake hands, and gave his pseudonym: "Aleister Tamara".

When the topic turns to mysticism and Britain, the first name that pops into his mind is Aleister.

The surname "Tamara" was his choice after careful consideration. It comes from an infinitely divisible family of angels in the Fourth Age, which has long disappeared from this country and is only familiar to those who have studied the history of the previous era.

Unfortunately, Grynt was not one of them.

"Tamara?"

Upon hearing the surname, Grelint searched her mind for anything related to "Tamara," only to find a pitiful blank.

Seeing that the other party did not have any particular reaction to the fake surname, An Ruowang was not surprised.

Before he came, he had considered all sorts of possible developments.

"It's normal that you don't know," An Ruowang said with a meaningful look in her eyes. "After all, we and the royal family of this country, Augustus, all control the same path."

Those who share the same path are all benefactors, and they wish the other to live.

"This..." Grynt was stunned by the hidden message in those words.

However, being an experienced nobleman, he quickly regained his composure, plastered a sincere smile on his face, and exclaimed, "Aleister, your Rune is excellent."

As we all know, when a Chinese person compliments a foreigner on their excellent Chinese, it often means that the foreigner actually has some accent.

Because if a foreigner speaks fluently and authentically, then what they should say at that moment is an expression of amazement, "Wow!"

An Ruowang wasn't dissatisfied with his pronunciation being unnatural, after all, he hadn't spoken the language for more than an hour in total.

Having become accustomed to using Chinese facial muscles and vocal cords, suddenly starting to speak another language is like someone who hasn't written in a long time suddenly picking up a pen to write—there will naturally be imperfections.

"No need for unnecessary formalities."

An Ruowang had no intention of continuing to play along with the reserved Ruen nobleman. He waited for the other party to ask something like "coffee or black tea," and then rambled on about a bunch of boring things before getting to the point.

As strangers in a foreign land, it is understandable that they may disregard social norms to some extent.

People from other places and foreigners are two different things.

"You should have noticed it by now."

An Ruowang relaxed and spread her hands: "I have just arrived in Backlund and I don't have many connections here, but I don't want to waste my energy dealing with trivial matters, so I need a local noble friend to help me out."

"In exchange, I can help you become an extraordinary one."

He paused deliberately, then changed the subject: "If you're unwilling, I'll find other nobles who are interested in becoming extraordinary."

"How could I not want to?!"

Grynt had no reason to refuse.

In fact, he was probably even more eager than An Ruowang himself, who had come to him seeking cooperation.

He had to consider whether this was the only opportunity he would ever have.

But the premise is that An Ruowang is truly an extraordinary person.

Even though there is a lot of supporting evidence, seeing is believing.

"But... before I met you, I had already embarrassed myself in front of my friends many times."

Grelint began stacking his armor: "A gentleman as intelligent and understanding as you should be able to understand the difficulties I have to overcome to do this."

His gaze sharpened, and his expression turned serious: "Mr. Aleister, may I have the honor of witnessing the magnificence of an extraordinary being?"

"Of course." An Ruowang smiled faintly. "I completely understand your concerns."

Since he dared to come, he must have been well prepared, even though he is not even a Sequence 9 Extraordinary.

Seeing that An Ruowang agreed, Grelint leaned forward slightly, staring intently at An Ruowang without blinking.

An Ruowang simply stretched out his hand, displaying an empty palm to Grelint, and then calmly touched the ceramic cup set in front of him.

The next second, right before Grynt's eyes, unlike a magician who would cover his palm when performing a magic trick, the set of cups that An Ruowang had encountered simply vanished into thin air in broad daylight!

Grylinder leaned back tactically, his face flushed with a surge of excitement, like a drunkard.

After so many times, this time finally—!

But it's not over yet.

Perhaps feeling that this wasn't intuitive enough, An Ruowang snapped her fingers, releasing the set of cups from the small world, which landed lightly on the table with a crisp clinking sound.

Then, he lightly tapped the luxurious single sofa on the side with his fingertip.

Immediately afterward, amidst Grynt's increasingly rapid breathing, the sofa, along with all the furnishings on it, vanished!

Grelint instinctively reached out, but only touched thin air.

It's really gone! It wasn't even a hallucination!

Even if it's an illusion, this level of illusion means that the other party is indeed a superhuman!

At this moment, the way he looked at the stranger was like that of a warm and open Intis person seeing a witch who was enjoying a delicious meal:

"Mr. Aleister, please tell me, which path of extraordinary being are you?"

Successful.

Facing Grelint's eager, inquisitive gaze, An Ruowang smiled inwardly: "The apprenticeship path."

Because the true god's name in this path sequence 0 is "gate," it can also be called—

Doorway.