Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 284 "Mysterious..."

"He saw it? And he called me mysterious..."

Klein remembered that indescribable look in his eyes; he was certain that the "Hidden Emperor" had indeed seen him.

"Then what is this 'mystery'?" Klein subconsciously looked at the gray mist. If there was any secret about him that even he couldn't uncover, it must be this gray mist.

"The word 'mysterious' refers to this gray mist, or perhaps it's the name of the previous 'master'?"

It took Klein a long time to recover. He stopped thinking about these things and instead looked at the information cluster that was larger than his entire body.

Ignoring his recent experience of being killed with a single glance, this was probably the most fruitful time Klein had ever gained from observing various deities.

This entire mass is a condensed flow of information, containing countless pieces of knowledge.

It was only above the gray fog that Klein risked having his head blown off.

"I've heard that the 'Hidden Sage' is fond of teaching and often imparts knowledge to the members of the Morse Ascetic Order? But I've never heard of anyone dying from being overwhelmed by knowledge!"

The "Hidden Sage" is a deity symbolizing knowledge and is also the most generous deity in mysticism.

Those who are devout enough in the Ascetic Order of Morse will receive the blessing of the Hidden Sage, who will directly infuse their minds with knowledge.

This was a privilege reserved for "secret seekers," but now Klein could enjoy it too. He reached out and extracted strands of knowledge from the stream of information.

"The potion recipe of the spy..."

"The ritual magic mastered by the Seekers..."

"A martial arts scholar's potion recipes and...fighting knowledge?"

"wizard……"

Klein absorbed this knowledge one by one, as if counting gold coins.

Knowledge is power, knowledge is money. If Klein finds the right opportunity, he can make a fortune with this knowledge!

However, the sheer volume of knowledge was overwhelming; once Klein reached the level of a demigod, he would be unable to cope.

He turned his attention to other information.

He also has a wealth of knowledge from the "Hunter" path, as well as from "Blood Emperor" Arista Tudor.

"Huh?" Klein exclaimed in surprise, "Why does a True God of the 'Hunter' pathway possess knowledge of the 'Lawyer' pathway?"

What the hell is this? According to the information Klein has, these aren't even adjacent paths!

"There's even knowledge of the 'Dream' pathway here, and 'Adam'..."

Klein noticed the name and then saw the potion recipe for the "Audience" pathway.

Klein suddenly remembered what Mr. Azik had said about "being careful of the audience."

Before his death, the Blood Emperor felt that his fate had been arranged by the "Hidden Emperor" and "Adam." Wasn't this just the trend of history? Even becoming a god couldn't save him.

And since "Hidden Emperor" is the path to the true God for "Those Who See Secrets," does this "Audience" refer to "Adam"?

In addition, there is the characteristic that "everything spoken will be known"...

"Even Mr. Azik doesn't dare to call out that name?!" Klein was startled by his own reasonable deduction.

"You must be careful not to use this name in real life from now on!"

Klein repeatedly reminded himself to let his spirit remember the name and not to mention it outside the gray fog.

As for the other knowledge, Klein felt he had reached his limit and dared not detach himself from it any longer. Instead, he threw the information ball into the pile of junk.

"These past few days have been so fulfilling..." Klein, whose spirit was once again stirred by the gray fog, fell back into a baby-like sleep.

……

Triss, after searching in the spirit world for several days, returned to the real world in utter despair and used the "Traveler's Gate" to return to her base in Backlund.

The failure of this operation dealt a heavy blow to her mental state, but conversely, she is now in excellent condition.

"I already have it..." Triss's hair had grown longer than her supple waist, each strand distinct, as if it had its own life, dancing wildly like a venomous snake.

The sapphire ring on her hand shimmered with a subtle light, as if its brilliance had been enhanced by the removal of all artifice.

She had effectively become the owner of the ring.

"Knock knock!"

Triss looked up abruptly, the sadness and longing in her eyes vanishing at the same time, leaving only indifference.

The sapphire ring on her hand, following her will, began to emit a terrifying aura that gradually enveloped the entire house.

"Ms. Triss, may I have a chance to see you?" A voice came from outside the door that made people relax their guard.

"..." Triss stared silently at the door.

This is her secret hideout, which is actually the former residence of a wealthy merchant in Backlund. However, the merchant has now forgotten that he owned the house, so in theory, no one should be able to come looking for it.

And I've only been back here for a few minutes.

But an unexpected event did happen.

"..." The person outside the door waited politely for a reply.

"Please come in." Triss thought for a minute, then went over, opened the door, and invited the gentleman in.

"Greetings, beautiful lady. Please allow me to introduce myself." The gentleman, dressed in a shirt, vest, and three-piece suit, removed his hat and bowed.

"My name is Herwin Lambis, and I belong to the Psychological Alchemy Society."

"Is this an invitation from an organization to join us?"

"Psychological Alchemy?" Triss asked doubtfully. She knew about this secretive organization, but had never had any contact with it.

"No, it's the 'Twilight Hermits' Society,' an organization that drives the tide of history and is always right."

Herwin Lambis smiled slightly and introduced.

"Always right?" Triss scoffed. "Even a god can't be right forever."

There are even gods who have died because of their errors.

"But we can." Herwin Rambis remained calm and looked at Triss with gentle eyes.

Triss touched the ring on her hand, which finally caused a change in the gentle old man's gaze.

Triss sat down on the sofa, stretched, revealing a not-so-exaggerated but still breathtaking figure. "Why did you come to find me?"

"Of course you have the qualifications." Herwin Rambis sat down opposite Triss, his attitude becoming more serious.

The elderly gentleman with gray hair glanced at the ring only once before sitting up straight and making no further movement.

His back was ramrod straight, and he seemed somewhat nervous, as he knew that he might be under the watchful eye of some terrifying being.

Of course, he has powerful backers, which is why he dared to come here.

"To survive in this world, you always need friends. Like this operation, if you had companions, the outcome would have been very different."

Triss's eyes darkened instantly as she stared intently at Herwin Rambis.

(End of this chapter)