Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 449 The Essence of the Cloak

The Pale Queen's gaze swept between the Hidden Angel and Klein. What clumsy negotiation skills! As the Queen, she saw right through them at a glance.

However, some things are the simplest yet the most troublesome. The "Hidden Angel" demonstrated the Church of the Night's most resolute attitude and strongest combat power, with a goddess of the night standing behind her.

Klein, on the other hand, plays the role of a mediator; he is even a student of the Azik ancestor.

After eliminating one option, Siberian was left with only one choice.

"You don't need to change your faith, and the Church of the Night won't be taking over West Bayron on a large scale." The Hidden Angel looked at the Pale Queen and threw out another bargaining chip.

"...Alright." The Pale Queen looked at the Hidden Angel in silence for a long while before finally nodding gently.

The fact that there is no need to change their faith and that the Church of the Night will not move in on a large scale is enough to maintain the relative independence of the Sibyllon family, or rather, the Eggers family.

"Afterwards, you may pray to Death." The "Hidden Angel's" tone softened considerably. He nodded to the "Pale Queen," then gave up maintaining consciousness here, and Klein deactivated the historical projection.

The "Pale Queen" turned around and disappeared from the manor.

"Alright! It's done!" Klein relaxed.

"But what exactly did that last sentence mean?" Klein also left the manor. The fact that the battle of the four angels only destroyed the manor was already a very small loss.

As for compensation, shouldn't that be a matter for the Eggers family?

"The Goddess of Night is already merging with uniqueness. After that, all the followers of Death will become Her anchors, and all prayers will be directed to Her." Will's voice echoed in Klein's mind.

"This works?" Klein exclaimed in surprise, but in the next instant he thought of himself. Wasn't his "Scepter of Poseidon" the same?

"No wonder the 'Pale Queen' prayed to 'Death'," Klein remarked. "Winner takes all..."

Klein returned to Mr. Azik's villa in a very short time; in fact, he hadn't even been away from the villa for an hour.

"It was resolved so quickly?" Azik exclaimed in surprise.

He naturally sensed the battle between the angels, but he simply didn't go to the scene.

"The Eggers family and the Church of the Night have reached a cooperation agreement..." Klein briefly told Mr. Azik what had just happened.

"That's good, at least the Eggers family will have a powerful backer in the future." Azik was also happy about this.

"Are you so sure the Church of the Night can win this war?" Klein asked curiously, sitting down in front of Mr. Azik.

Mr. Azik seemed even more confident than he was.

"..." Azik looked at Klein, put down an ancient book in his hand, "In the Third and Fourth Ages, and even in the recorded history of the Second Age, the Goddess of Night has never lost."

"Wasn't the 'Night Emperor' of the Fourth Age dead? He was an ally of the Goddess." The Terensost Empire of the Fourth Age was established with the support of the Church of the Night.

"It was the Terensus Empire that lost, not the Church of the Night."

"Furthermore, the Terensost Empire at the end of the Fourth Age introduced vampires, allied with Byron, and its relationship with the Church of the Night was not as good as before."

"I see..." Klein suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Moreover, the Dream Angel holds a very special position within the Church of the Night." Azik had already made it quite obvious.

"The first Pope..." Klein nodded thoughtfully.

"So, if it were me, I would also choose the Church of the Night."

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Klein did not return to his room. He had completed the mission quite well, except that facing the Earth Mother Goddess's kingdom was a bit of a test for his heart.

"It's finally time to start preparing the materials and rituals for the 'Miracle Worker'."

After drinking the "Ancient Scholar" potion, Klein had digested at least two-thirds of it, and the rest shouldn't take too long.

"Main ingredient: One heart of a Dark Wolf, or another 'Miracle Master' extraordinary trait..."

"Ritual: Bringing a forgotten piece of history back to the present era."

Klein had already seen it once, but it still seemed ridiculously difficult...

"It seems there's still one last Dark Wolf left in the Forsaken Lands," Will said, having also learned the recipe, guiding Klein along the way.

"The Dark Wolf that survived in the Forsaken Land must have the most formidable escape abilities." Klein felt it would be difficult for him to capture a real Dark Wolf.

"Are there any other traits that weren't eaten?"

"The Church of Eternal Flame has a copy, 0-13, 'The Last Supper,' which contains the 'Miracleist' trait."

"The Last Supper?" Klein's expression was extremely strange.

"Anything else?"

"If the limitation is that it's a trait that hasn't been eaten..." Will hesitated for a moment, "The Dream Cult will most likely have it."

"The rest are all in people."

"The Zarathustra family, the Antigonus family..." Klein frowned in thought.

"Have the characteristics become this strained at the level of an angel?" Klein shook his head, but in that instant, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"No way..." Klein's pupils contracted.

"What's wrong?" Will seemed to sense Klein's inner turmoil.

"It's nothing, I need to go into the illusion to check." Klein didn't say anything more but closed his eyes and jumped directly onto the gray fog using the causal link with the phosphorus insects on the gray fog.

He looked down at the cloak behind him, which was as dark as night.

The cloak is now sealed by countless dreamlike phosphorescence and dream cards, and he deliberately avoids using the cloak's power.

But now that I think about it, what was the true nature of this cloak?

Klein sat down in the "Fool's" seat, picked up a corner of his cloak, and began to divine.

hum!

As Klein's thoughts landed on the cloak, it rose without wind, carrying mysterious symbols.

However, the seal on the Dream Card was powerful enough to seal away all these strange symbols.

"The fortune teller, the clown, the magician..." Klein's heart sank.

"...Ancient Scholar, Miracle Worker, Mysterious Servant!"

Klein froze in his seat, his expression frozen, like a statue.

"Is this the true nature of the cloak? Like the bronze coffin that 'Death' prepared for his own resurrection..."

"A complete set of extraordinary properties, from Sequence Nine to Sequence One, comes from the original owner of 'Source Castle'?"

"What would happen if I absorbed these properties?" Klein subconsciously thought of the "Grim Reaper" who walked out of the bronze coffin.

(End of this chapter)