Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 373 Methods

Huh?

Klein sensed the strange changes occurring on his puppet and quickly used his spirit threads to control the dragon's body, allowing it to continue existing.

"The key to leaving the world in the book lies within this dragon's body!"

By the way, this dragon, like this world, might be fake, just part of a story...

Klein understood something, and felt a little sorry for the dragon puppet, but he already had the idea of ​​giving up the puppet and ending the story.

There's no way I can stop these people from going out...

Klein was about to give up control of the dragon's spirit threads when his spirituality was suddenly stirred.

He had a question on his mind.

If living people walked into his fairy tales and were trapped for hundreds or thousands of years, would humanity still be able to survive?!

Klein lowered his eyelids as a possibility came to mind.

"Haha! Never mind him, we won anyway! This dragon really beat me to a pulp!" Mobert laughed loudly.

The others also smiled. Some of them had been trapped in this world for at least a hundred years, while Grosser had been trapped for several thousand years.

"Then how should we leave this world?" Shatas could no longer contain her excitement.

"Yes, why is there still no movement?" Rune soldier Longzel was also anxious.

Meanwhile, the quick-witted Mobert had already turned his gaze toward Klein.

The others also noticed something, but they looked at the giant dragon behind Klein.

"So, Mr. John Constantine, can you let us out?" Mobert asked directly. This team, which had once faced dragons, had already taken up their weapons and faced Klein head-on, thanks to their amazing teamwork.

The atmosphere, which had been quite pleasant just moments before, suddenly became very strange.

"Release the dragon!" Shatas exclaimed, her eyes wide, lightning crackling in her hair.

"..." Klein looked at the small team and slowly said, "It is now the year 1350 of the Fifth Era."

Klein's words were like a horror story, causing everyone's expression to change.

Grosser had closed the giant's single eye, and the greatsword in his hand, as large as a door panel, trembled slightly. The elves and humans, including Shatas, were also pale, their faces as white as the unmelted snow.

"In 1350, I have been in this world for 165 years..." Rune soldier Longzel closed his eyes, as if recalling the past, or as if mourning for himself.

He is the youngest in the book, and the "arbitrator" pathway does not significantly increase lifespan.

Klein remained silent. These people should have a deep understanding of their situation, but they only suddenly realized it after he pointed out the year.

Their highest rank is only Sequence 5, how could they possibly live for hundreds or thousands of years?

"So we're dead?" Shatas asked, her voice a mix of tears and sobs.

"You are alive now, but once you leave this world, you will probably become a pile of bones and a few characteristics," Klein said. This was the answer his spirituality had given him, and it was very accurate; there was no other possibility.

"That really is..." Mobert unconsciously walked closer to Shatas and hugged her, who was on the verge of tears.

"But it's not entirely impossible!" Mobert's eyes lit up. "My great-grandfather had the ability to steal lifespans, so he could also seemingly give them away, or even defraud the system!"

Mobert's words gave everyone else a glimmer of hope.

Under the influence of the world, they subconsciously ignored the issue of lifespan. Now that Klein has pointed it out, they are all shaken to their core and unable to think straight.

Because of his background, Mobert was quite knowledgeable and experienced, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Your great-grandfather?" Klein blinked, looking quite impressed.

"He is Palles Zoroastrian, a Sequence One angel!" Mobert's words surprised even Klein.

A Sequence Angel, more powerful than Mr. Azik and Miss Messenger... perhaps she really can do such an incredible thing?

"Is he still alive?" Klein couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, as long as the Solomon Empire exists, the Zoroaster family will not decline! This is His Majesty the Emperor's promise!"

The Solomon Empire did indeed exist, and the Solomon family remained one of the most powerful families within it.

Klein also sensed the terrifying background behind this; how could they possibly save someone like this?!

Of course, it's only a possibility.

"Then, sir, could I ask you to go to the Solomon Empire and visit the Zoroaster family?" Mobert asked pleadingly.

"The Angel Family can afford the payment!"

Klein didn't agree immediately, but instead looked at Shatas, "Can you decipher elven books?"

"Okay!" Shatas thought Klein was making conditions.

"I also want all the knowledge you possess from the Second and Third Ages!"

Klein also looked at the others, who could all be described as walking history books, possessing extremely high value.

"Okay!" Everyone agreed.

"Then I can help you make contact, or you can just give me your great-grandfather's name!" Klein looked at Mobert.

"Okay!" Mobert replied decisively.

After all that commotion, Klein's consciousness also left the paper angel, and he departed from this world, pulled away by the gray mist.

—Klein's paper doll avatar also possesses extraordinary abilities, enough to sustain the existence of the King of the North.

The next instant, Klein, the "Fool" on the gray fog, opened his eyes.

"This is a big problem," Klein muttered. Contacting an angel family, or even directly an angel, is not that simple.

"Perhaps I should do this as the Dream Bishop." Only this identity can give me some leverage in front of the Angel Family.

"But an angel through the 'Thief' pathway?" Kleinke hadn't forgotten that angelic families like the Abraham family and the Antigonus family were searching for the "Fool."

"Then why isn't there any news of this kind from the Zoroaster family?" Klein was also somewhat puzzled.

But Klein couldn't figure it out either, so he simply wrote down the names of the angels that Mobert dictated.

"Witness to time and destiny..." Klein uttered the name, and a ripple appeared in the gray mist, revealing a deep red star.

However, this star is somewhat special; it has an inexplicable causal connection with another deep red star.

"What's going on?" Klein didn't dare to directly touch the crimson star that represented the angels, so he chose to touch another one instead.

hum!

In that instant, Klein's eyes widened as he felt the aura of this crimson star was all too familiar!

His gaze followed the contact line, and he immediately gasped.

"Leonard!"

(End of this chapter)