Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 269 Honesty

"But the Dream Cult is too difficult to deal with. Even if he doesn't show it, I can't tell who is truly favored..." Triss encountered a problem before she even started.

Triss put the sapphire ring on her hand and gently stroked it.

Having racked her brains without success, Triss had no choice but to postpone the matter for the time being. She needed to go out and stock up on supplies.

Triss entered stealth mode, floated out of the window, and landed on a piece of land that was not polluted by sewage.

She hid in the most chaotic eastern part of Backlund, which was the safest place for her.

"Hmm?" Triss hadn't taken more than a few steps when she felt the anti-divination setup on her body being activated.

"There's an enemy!" Triss instinctively touched the sapphire ring on her hand.

This ring granted her powerful anti-divination abilities, which was the most important reason why she was able to escape the witch cult's pursuit.

"Go check it out!" Triss used the sapphire ring and her witch powers as the "Pleasure Witch" to track the divination power back.

Perhaps because the two were so close, Triss quickly found the source of the divination power.

She imbued the sapphire ring with spiritual power, completely concealing her form.

"Those two people are the night watchmen of Tingen City!" Triss suddenly felt a little panicked.

Introducing the Night Watchers to Tingen City to fight the demigod was her most risky move, and the result was not good. She underestimated the demigod's power and was still captured and brought back to the Witch Cult.

If it weren't for that terrifying being, she would probably have been sacrificed to that "Primordial Witch" by now.

"How did they find me?" Triss dared not get too close.

But as she looked at one of the men, a different emotion suddenly welled up in Triss's eyes.

The emotion was so unfamiliar, yet Triss couldn't resist it; it rose from the depths of her soul, like a clear spring in a desolate desert.

Triss was quick-witted enough to make a deduction based on her observation of the man: "A true fantasist..."

Triss looked at Klein and even swallowed her saliva involuntarily.

"At the time, the witch demigod's attitude towards him seemed rather strange, as did her bizarre abilities..."

Triss kept having information about Klein flash through her mind, and then she made up her mind.

Her body stiffened, overwhelmed by unimaginable terror. How could she have encountered a true Dream Cultist after deciphering the relevant knowledge?!

Is this a coincidence? Or fate?

Coincidence and fate are not good words, especially for someone who was once controlled by 0-08.

Her body froze in place, unable to move forward or backward.

Reason told her she should step back, but her body and spirit both yearned for the dreamlike light.

Those who follow the Dream Cult possess the blessing of the Dream, which is essentially equivalent to the light of the Dream.

Information about dreams is like poison; once you learn about them, you develop a craving for them and can't help but want to get close to the dream cultists and seize that dream power.

"Huh?" Klein put away the gold coins he used for divination, looked around, and found nothing.

"What's wrong?" Leonard became alert upon seeing Klein's actions.

"My spirituality seems to be somewhat stirred..." Klein shook his head slightly and explained, "but it's strange, there's no definite direction."

Spiritual orientation is an ability that begins at Sequence 9 of the "Dream" pathway. It evolves continuously with the advancement of the sequence and the increase of spirituality, and has become quite outrageous.

"Perhaps someone is divining about you? Is it someone from the 'demon' side?" Klein lured and killed the demon dog, which led to the destruction of the demon gathering.

Those demons will inevitably learn of Klein's existence, and their malice is self-evident.

"Possibly." Klein nodded slightly, having no further information to offer but this as a guess.

Klein and his companion staked out the area for half a day but found nothing suspicious, so they had to leave.

Half an hour after Klein and his companion left, Triss finally emerged from the corner in the distance, without even deactivating her invisibility.

"The Dream Cultists possess extremely keen spirituality; they can sense even the slightest malice, much like the 'malice perception' of a demon."

Triss observed for a long time and obtained some information.

"Should I...?" Triss looked conflicted.

Actually, she already had the answer after asking the question.

Her body is much more honest than her mouth.

……

Klein returned home to prepare for the afternoon party.

He walked four steps backward to the top of the gray fog, quietly contemplating today's investigation. He was particularly interested in that strange spiritual sensation.

Unable to come up with a solution, Klein had no choice but to begin materializing Arodes on the gray fog as planned—because he didn't trust him enough, Klein was still hesitant to sacrifice a mirror with extremely high intelligence onto the gray fog.

With such outrageous wisdom and power that even angels could perceive, it wouldn't be surprising if they directly seized control of the gray fog.

Of course, part of the reason was that he wanted to maintain his status as "The Fool." It would be troublesome if Arods saw "The Fool" eavesdropping while playing the trumpet...

"Regarding this mirror..."

Klein began to perform dream divination using the mirror. After seven repetitions, he closed his eyes and entered a dream.

What met my eyes was darkness, no, it should be chaos. In the lightless darkness, a point of light appeared, rising upwards until it appeared on the ground, merging with the surrounding matter and eventually becoming a mirror.

The scene changes, and the mirror is picked up and worshipped because of its mystery, eventually falling into the hands of the Steam Church.

The final scene shows a fair hand reaching out and gently tapping the mirror with its fingers.

"It came from underground, then was obtained by the Steam Church, became a sealed artifact, and finally fell into the hands of Bishop Truman?" Klein offered his interpretation.

"Nothing of value here." Klein shook his head, waved away the mirror, and focused his mind on himself. He wanted to divine the strange spiritual intuition he had sensed that day.

"My experiences today..." This kind of divination is more like a review of the day's memories under the powerful blessing of the gray fog.

Half a day's memories flashed by quickly. Klein focused his mind on that moment, and then his pupils contracted. He saw the invisible Triss!

The magical gray fog once again demonstrated its powerful force, revealing Triss, who had been concealed.

"Triss was right next to us?!" Klein felt his spirit body tighten; the feeling of having a terrorist right next to him and watching him was not good at all!

Why?

Klein stared intently at the scene unfolding in the gray mist, his gaze settling on the sapphire ring.

(End of this chapter)