Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 370 Historical Trends

Do you know him?

Triss's words instantly brought Klein to his senses.

He looked at Triss, whose lips were curving into a slight smile, and his spiritual intuition gave him a warning.

Triss is in a dangerous situation; she could launch an attack at any moment.

Triss should be at Sequence 5 now, not quite a demigod yet, but the ring on her hand is extremely dangerous... Klein's expression remained unchanged as he gave Triss a deep look.

"I know him. He is a very good fan of Dream and he believes in Dream wholeheartedly."

Don't even think about it; you won't get the chance.

Falling in love with a witch in the Dream Cult is essentially equivalent to falling into depravity. You will be abandoned by the Dream Phosphorescence, your power will be taken back, and you will be reduced to an ordinary person.

This is clearly documented within the Dream Cult, as there have indeed been instances in history where some Dream Cult members with weak wills were successfully taken advantage of.

"Where is he now?!" Triss seemed oblivious to the unspoken meaning in Klein's words, her excitement only growing.

At this moment, Triss was practically glowing—literally glowing, with wispy white light emanating from her skin, radiating an unimaginable charm.

At the same time, the sapphire ring seemed to have been gently polished, appearing even more lustrous and bringing even greater pressure to Klein.

"He has left Backlund," Klein said, keeping his mind focused and not succumbing to the witch's temptation. "He should be on the southern continent now."

"Southern Continent, yes, it should be the Southern Continent!" Triss's eyes lit up. She was probably thinking of the Blood Worship Cult and the Rose School.

The Dream Cult paid a heavy price in this hunt, so it is perfectly reasonable for Dream Cult members to participate in this hunt.

hum!

Suddenly, a burst of starlight appeared on Triss's body, and a star gate formed behind her.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. As a reward, I must inform you that I am not the only one eyeing you."

Triss glanced at Klein, then vanished into the stargate in the blink of an eye.

Whew! Klein breathed a sigh of relief; he really didn't want to face this madman.

He could easily defeat the fifth-order witch, but that ring always made Klein's heart pound, and he dared not get too close.

"It would be best to delay as long as possible." Klein had only returned from the Southern Continent for less than a week. He wasn't a big shot, so news from the Southern Continent shouldn't have spread yet.

However, Triss might come knocking on our door after she returns, but there's nothing we can do about it.

"As for those nobles..." Klein snorted. Those people probably wouldn't dare to attack him directly, but they would definitely try to trip him up in various ways.

Perhaps we should send a witch? This…

"However, we still need to be cautious." Klein decided to play it safe.

……

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool..."

It's Monday again, and Miss Justice's voice echoes above the gray fog.

"Mr. Fool, I've collected two more pages from Russell's diary..."

"Miss Justice" said, and the others also said they had made some gains.

Miss Hermit was still somewhat unaccustomed to it; deciphering Rosell's diary had always been the Queen's pursuit.

After joining the "Tarot Club," she was also amazed by Mr. Fool's ability to interpret diaries. She once wrote a letter to the Queen to inquire about it in a subtle way, but the reply she received was very strange. The Queen did not investigate the matter further.

"Very good!" Klein took the materialized diaries.

"On July 28th, I attended that gathering alone, and I was once again shocked by the power of this organization, because I met its mysterious leader for the first time! I learned the name that cannot be spoken!"

A name that can't be spoken? Adam?!

Klein had already guessed that he had seen both Amon and Adam, the two sons of the Creator, in the murals in Amon's tomb.

There was also a corresponding introduction in the knowledge orb of Mr. Azik and the Hidden Emperor.

"I never expected it to be Him! But looking back, no one but Him could have pulled together such a group of people who could truly shape the tide of history."

"No wonder they're called 'writers.' Only this organization has the right to openly or covertly oppose behemoths like the Real Church and the Solomon Empire. What will happen when they become 'dreamers'?!"

"Beware of the audience!" was definitely true!

"A 'writer'? Someone who orchestrates historical trends? The kind Mr. Azik encountered?"

Klein thought of the First Imperial War, and also of the 0-08 score he had once witnessed.

"So what's the historical trend this time? Herwin Lambis probably belongs to that organization; are they pushing for the Survival Act?"

Why?

Klein felt he had entered this world's current, and he couldn't be sure if he had been manipulated!

Combined with Azik's experience in the First Imperial War, this suspicion made Klein feel a cold sweat seep down his back.

"But pushing for the implementation of the Survival Act was indeed my original intention."

Klein steadied his spirituality, but he was probably also certain that he might have been swept up by the tide of the times and become one of the driving forces.

"It's really frustrating..." Klein sighed, but could only put the matter aside and continue watching.

"November 12th, the road ahead is completely blocked..."

"Both the paths of 'Hermit' and 'Perfect One' are already occupied; I have no chance to become a true god."

Klein's spirits lifted. Rosell's whereabouts had always been a hot topic of discussion among the transmigrators, but there were very few related diaries.

"As expected, someone like Roselle would never submit to anyone."

"But in which direction?"

"The three paths, 'The Fool,' 'The Gate,' and 'The Mistake,' are also huge pitfalls. Just seeing Bethel, Amon, and Antigonus tells me that these three paths are definitely hellish in difficulty."

"I don't know much about the other methods, and they're even more difficult!"

"Perhaps I should set aside some of my pride and agree to His conditions?"

Klein turned the page of the diary in his hand, but the next page was about the life of the First Speaker of the Council of Roselle, which he had seen at the Curly-haired Baboon Research Conference.

—At the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association, there is a mostly incomplete copy of Russell's diary, which was compiled by the villagers.

"Who is He? Is He Adam? Has Roselle already cooperated with Adam? Or is He some other true god? Perhaps the god of steam and machinery?"

Insufficient information to make a judgment.

"Sigh," Klein gave up on finding out where Rosell had gone. Looking at the third-to-last line in the diary, he felt so much pressure that his spirit couldn't even stir up a ripple.

(End of this chapter)