Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 320 The Book of Natural Disasters

"Mr. 3000 pounds"... the whole title is truly speechless.

When Danitz heard that title, all his resentment was stuck in his throat.

"We chose a less than ideal time; things have been a bit chaotic in Bayam lately."

First came the conflict among the extraordinary ones caused by the large-scale hunting of Blood Worshipers, then the invisible fear brought by the twilight and night, and later, the malicious evil cultists who spread doomsday doctrines and evil sectarian theories.

Well... there is also competition between evil cults. A local evil cult has its eyes on their territory because of the withdrawal of the Blood Worship Cult, and has been making all sorts of moves, big and small, which has aroused the vigilance of the Storm Church.

"The worship of the 'Sea God' is already usurping the authority of the 'Lord of Storms'..."

Klein was also sorting through the intelligence that the Dream Cult was constantly sending him, making various judgments or guesses.

"Moreover, this Blood Worship Cult incident has escalated too much, implicating the Witch Cult, the Rose School, and the local sea god worship..."

"The Church of Storms may be trying to take this opportunity to wipe out all the evil sects in the City of Generosity."

This is something the Church of Storms is capable of doing.

"Uh..." Suddenly, Klein stopped what he was doing, put down the documents in his hand, and walked towards the restroom.

Klein walked four steps backward in the washroom, above the gray fog, and saw a deep red "star" that was constantly expanding in the boundless gray fog.

"Did someone stir up the gray fog through the media?"

Klein blinked, extending his spirituality toward the star.

In that deep red light, Klein saw endless, surging seawater and wildly leaping lightning.

The lightning was so familiar that it reminded Klein of Arrodes' punishment.

The next moment, all the seawater and lightning receded, leaving behind a black-haired woman in a classical robe.

The dark-haired woman lay sprawled before an altar, writhing in agony.

And on that altar was a book.

Klein's gaze then shifted to the book, and in a daze, he saw a sea serpent as large as a mountain writhing behind the book!

His body, as thick as a small mountain, writhed wildly in the seawater, with strange runes flowing across his skin.

"This sea serpent..." Klein's gaze was somewhat strange, "...it looks like 'Sea God' Kavituwa..."

He had just read the information about this "Sea God" and couldn't be mistaken.

"Is this book related to 'Poseidon'?" Klein stared intently at the ancient book whose age was indistinguishable, his eyes flashing slightly.

He seemed to hear some kind of terrifying murmur in his ear.

No! It wasn't a murmur... Based on his extensive experience in courting death, Klein judged that this wasn't some kind of evil god's murmur, but rather an instinctive "story" of the book.

However, this way of telling stories is so terrifying that it causes those who hear the "story" to lose control.

"I see..." Klein then looked at the woman lying on the ground. She had been triggered by the book and heard the story in it, which led to her current near-out-of-control state.

Klein thought for a moment, then reached out and established a mysterious connection with the crimson star.

The figure of the black-haired woman appeared instantly beside the bronze table and sat down in an empty chair.

After being isolated from the "story," the woman's health gradually recovered.

The black-haired woman above the gray fog was somewhat dazed and unable to come to her senses, while Klein saw the eye representing the "Secret Seeker" pathway through the high-backed chair behind her.

"You used the 'Eye of Secrets' to look at that book?" Klein chuckled. This was quite similar to his own situation, except that he was protected by the gray mist and wouldn't suffer too much damage, but this lady was different.

Klein reached out and took the dream crystal ball in his hand, playing with it as he waited for the lady to come to her senses.

"..." Upon hearing Klein's words, the black-haired woman quickly came to her senses, instinctively surveying everything before turning her gaze to Klein, who was shrouded in gray mist.

"Did you save me?" the dark-haired woman asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. "How should I address you?"

"You can call me 'Mr. Fool'."

The black-haired woman paused slightly, then lowered her head. "I have heard your name in many places."

"Ha!" Klein was inwardly shaken, but he maintained a nonchalant attitude and asked instead, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

The black-haired woman paused for two seconds before replying, "My name is Cattleya, and I have a nickname: 'Admiral of the Stars'."

"Mr. Fool, thank you for saving me. Please feel free to ask me to do anything you need."

These words were very sincere, and Klein sensed her earnestness.

I have a feeling that his attitude towards me is a bit strange, like he's a little scared? Why? Has she heard of "The Fool" somewhere before...? Klein is very perceptive about this.

"You can offer that book to me as a sacrifice." Klein placed the dream crystal ball in his hand on the table, and then with a gentle wave of his hand, the sacrifice ritual appeared in front of Cattleya.

"..." Gadriya's pupils contracted as she watched the sacrificial ceremony, a terrifying wave churning within her. This was a sacrificial ceremony of a true god!

She looked up, about to speak, but then she saw the dreamlike crystal ball that Klein had placed on the table in front of him.

In an instant, the knowledge from the dream crystal ball flooded into Cattleya's mind.

"What is this?!" Gadriya's eyes widened suddenly as she received the information about the illusionary realm, and even saw the real-world missions and rewards associated with it.

Cattleya, who could barely be considered a "third-generation member of the Illusionary Realm" and had even played in the deepest part of the Illusionary Realm when she was a child, immediately understood what the crystal ball represented and exclaimed in disbelief.

"You can also try taking on the missions inside," Klein said nonchalantly, without giving a direct answer.

"...Yes!" After what seemed like an eternity of struggle, Cattleya lowered her head again.

Then, she looked at the other seats and asked Klein, "Dear Mr. 'Fool,' are there any other people here?"

"There are people like you who have established a regular gathering, and I am a witness to that."

This time, Cattleya answered quickly, asking, "Can I participate?"

"Yes, but you can't leak it without my permission."

"yes!"

Klein manifested the Tarot cards, and unsurprisingly, Cattleya chose "The Hermit".

Afterwards, Cattleya quickly returned to the real world. After getting up from the ground, she remained silent for several minutes before beginning the sacrificial ritual.

Not long after, this book of extremely high status was sacrificed to the gray fog.

"I hope... I made the right choice."

(End of this chapter)