Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 361 Old Friends

"I want to know about Sequence Four of the 'Diviner' pathway." Klein's request was also impromptu; it was originally just a simple visit, but after talking with Beckett, he became more eager.

With his future uncertain and the diverse thoughts of those from the same place as him, Klein felt powerless and wanted to seek promotion.

He originally intended to share those messages with this "Mercury Serpent," but it would be excellent to receive some information from a demigod through the "Diviner" pathway.

"I don't have it." The childish voice said directly, "The 'Diviner' path is strictly controlled by the Zarathustra family and the Antigonus family, so the formula is probably not available outside."

"My suggestion is the Church of the Night and the Abrahamic family."

I know about the Church of the Night, but wasn't the Abrahamic family on the "apprentice" path? How could they even master the demigod recipe from the adjacent path?

Klein's mind raced. The Church of the Night was definitely the most reliable, but the advancement to "Master of the Puppet" had already exhausted all the merits he had accumulated.

In the latter half of the campaign to suppress the Blood Worship Cult, the situation developed too quickly. All the members of the Rose School's hedonistic faction and the Blood Worship Cult died under the divine power of the "Bound God," and the enormous wealth fell into the hands of the Rose School, which was in dire need of rebuilding.

While these people did receive some compensation, it was far from reaching the level of the demigod's formula.

Klein thought he had enough spare cash to come up with some off-the-books schemes, but he didn't expect to be completely wiped out right from the start.

"Would the Abraham family work?" Klein asked cautiously.

"They won't lie to you, so it won't work." The innocent voice of a child revealed this cruel truth.

"They will only give the formula to their own students."

"The Magician" isn't a "fortune teller" type, so it seems unlikely to work... Klein was somewhat disappointed.

As for the Zarathustra and Antigonus families, he avoided them like the plague.

"Is there anything else?" Klein had already given up hope.

"The Dream Cult".

Uh… Klein’s lips twitched. He no longer needed to row the boat, and he didn’t even have a salary in the illusion world anymore. Becoming the mayor of Utopia was already a leap in status, so where would he get a salary?

However… a thought flashed through Klein's mind.

"Alright, it's your turn to tell me." The child's innocent voice carried a hint of joy.

"Okay..." Klein dared not fool this man and told him everything except himself.

"...After that, the Rose School got back on track." Klein also spent some time on this.

"...As expected, I knew Dream was involved!" The childish voice was somewhat indignant, and Klein could hear a hint of bitterness and resentment in it.

"Wow!" The next moment, the newborn angel burst into tears, feeling so wronged.

"Why don't I have such a great friend?" The baby's cry was incredibly loud.

Please be normal, I'm scared... Klein didn't know what to say.

"You'd better step up your game!" the young angel said to Klein, ending the visit without waiting for any further questions.

Klein was shocked, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to leave.

He re-examined his interpersonal relationships in Backlund and found that his social circle was pitifully small, with only a handful of friends.

"Oh dear, that won't do. I need to make lots of friends!"

Klein thought for a while but couldn't think of any friends he could visit. The Church of the Night did have Kreste, but this "Sword of the Goddess" was most likely still in the Southern Continent at this time.

"Ah, I guess I'll have to go to Bishop Truman's place." Klein was closest to the Truman estate, yet this was the last visit he had planned.

Klein arrived back at Truman Estate in a carriage in no time.

Then he saw Bishop Truman as lazy as ever.

Good day, Archbishop Truman.

"Ah, you've finally arrived." Truman looked up, pointed to the chair and tea beside him, and said, "Sit down and have some tea."

Klein, without any hesitation, poured himself a cup of Earl Grey tea and sat down opposite Truman.

"Your Excellency, I have an idea." Klein skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"I've gained a certain privilege in the Illusionary Realm. Can I use it to obtain the rewards from the Illusionary Realm?"

"Yes, the rules of the Illusionary Realm are there, and whoever does something beneficial to it will be rewarded," Truman said, staring at Klein.

"Then may I invite you somewhere?" Klein asked, seizing the opportunity.

"Hmm?" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A place in the illusionary realm," Klein explained.

"You'd better not waste my time, I'm going to take a nap."

Upon hearing this, Klein subconsciously glanced at the sunlight outside the window. It wasn't even noon yet, and you'd only been awake for a few hours, right?

I'm so envious...

"It won't take long!" Klein said.

"Okay." Truman doesn't seem to have been to Utopia either.

"Please!" Klein's face lit up with joy. He closed his eyes and sank into the illusionary world. Truman followed him in.

Klein awakens in the dreamlike temple of the illusionary world, and Truman appears beside him.

"Please come with me." Klein reached out and a book landed in his hand; this was the manifestation of his access to the Illusionary Realm.

With a thought, Klein was enveloped in a beam of light, which then pulled him and Truman into the deepest part of the solution.

This place should have been a dark and gloomy place, accumulating the darkest thoughts in the hearts of countless people; it was the abyss of the illusory world.

But a month ago, a small town appeared here—

Utopia.

Truman knew of the town's existence, but he had already left the affairs of the illusionary world to Roselle, so this was indeed his first time visiting the town.

"Your Excellency, this is the authority I gained in the illusionary realm." Klein looked at the town with mixed feelings.

This is the town he created.

Today, we welcomed our first guest.

"This place is called Utopia, it is..." Klein told Truman about the origin of this place.

"Heh, sir, do you know you've committed blasphemy?!" Truman's expression remained unchanged.

"The Supreme Dream did not unleash divine punishment, but instead granted me corresponding authority." Klein still had some confidence.

Blasphemy can be considered a minor offense or a major offense within the Dream Cult, since it's not uncommon for people who are good at daydreaming to fantasize about becoming the creator.

Therefore, in the Dream Cult, unless it is a blasphemy committed in collusion with evil cults, other offenses are generally not investigated.

"Alright, I don't have time to convict you, that's too much trouble." Truman chuckled.

"Then please let the bishop see my utopia." Klein breathed a sigh of relief and led Truman into this town, the opposite of a dream.

(End of this chapter)