Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 163 It's just the master's order.

Staring at the tiny, lifelike doll that had appeared out of nowhere and was speaking human language, Edsack and Triss froze on the spot, gripped by an immense fear.

"you……"

Edsack opened his mouth with difficulty, slowly lowered his usually arrogant head, and whispered, "Who are you?"

"You can call me, Witch Lena."

Edsack's pupils constricted sharply: "A witch?"

Triss's slender body trembled slightly as she forced back her fear and asked:

"What is your relationship with the witch cult?"

The petite doll glanced at her and said calmly:

"The Witch Cult worships the Primordial Witch, whose real name is Chik. We are her enemies."

To be precise, she is an enemy of all the gods in this world.

"Chik!"

Looking at the petite doll in front of her, seemingly harmless, Triss's skin broke out in goosebumps, each one distinct, accompanied by cold sweat. Her lips moved, but no sound came out, and her face showed an indescribable fear.

So, that's why I was renamed Triss Chick? Am I His vessel for divine intervention? —

Inside a quiet room at St. Samuel's Church.

Audrey slowly opened her eyes, the slightly mocking voice of Mr. Fool still echoing in her mind!

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She glanced instinctively at Yu Jin beside her, her expression instantly losing control, and she said with concern:

"Ember, what should we do now?"

Audrey believed that the other party had also received a message from Mr. Fool.

Ember shook his head, continuing the previous topic, and asked:

"So, don't you think all of this is too much of a coincidence?"

Audrey paused for two seconds, finally realizing just how 'coincidental' the situation was!

Knowing full well that hypnosis might be discovered, the other party still chose to risk hypnotizing her father. If it weren't for Mr. Fool and Ember's involvement, she would definitely have tried to seek help from the Church of the Night. Even with Mr. Fool's involvement, at Hilbert's suggestion, they still arrived at the Church of the Night by "chance."

Since this involved an earl, a devout follower of the Church of the Night, Archbishop St. Anthony naturally dared not neglect it. Therefore, he chose to personally intervene to resolve the crisis facing Earl Hall. But no sooner had he left than Audrey discovered that an even greater crisis was brewing behind the scenes.

Archbishop St. Anthony has already set off. Although resolving Count Hall's troubles wouldn't be difficult for a demigod, no one knows if he might get entangled in some unexpected events. Without Archbishop St. Anthony, the Church of the Night would be leaderless and unable to respond promptly.

It was all too coincidental, so coincidental it seemed almost inevitable! It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything, plucking the strings of fate. Audrey almost immediately recalled the organization the 'Fool' had mentioned—the Twilight Hermits.

This is what they often do: interfere with the course of history, shaping it to suit their own needs in order to achieve their goals at a certain point. And right now, perhaps, is one of those points they've chosen!

"And the purpose of these 'coincidences'..."

Audrey subconsciously looked up at Ember, only to find his expression utterly calm, as if he had anticipated all of this. He certainly knew that there was something fishy about the 'coincidence' behind all of this, but he wanted to know where the limits of this 'coincidence' lay, and what the other party's purpose was in creating these 'coincidences'.

-

With Mr. Azik's help, Klein could have easily escaped. However, due to Ince Zangwill's interference, he ended up in the underground ruins where he is now.

Fortunately, he had already been promoted to "Faceless Man". By passing on messages and searching for the fake Inszangwill, Klein, with the help of divination, overcame the interference of the "Master Key" and headed towards the exit of the Revelation.

He cautiously avoided the main entrance and instead used the "master key" to pass through the wall, arriving at a spacious hall. Under his feet were neat but mottled gray stone slabs, and in front of him were thick pillars. In the center, around what appeared to be an altar, knelt four hooded figures.

Immediately afterwards, a soft but low female voice entered Klein's ears:

"Mr. A, are you ready?"

-

Ember stroked his chin and suddenly asked curiously:

"If Archbishop Antony were here, how do you think he would handle it?"

Audrey calmed herself down and analyzed the situation rationally:

"If it's Archbishop St. Anthony... no, even Archbishop St. Anthony is only a demigod. Given the possibility of an evil god descending at any moment, even a demigod would find it difficult to play a crucial role, and seeking help from the Holy Church would be too late. However, the Church possesses many powerful sealed artifacts; Archbishop St. Anthony might activate a '0' level sealed artifact!"

With the help of Mr. Hanged Man, she had crammed on this subject for a while. She knew that even within major churches, Level 0 sealed artifacts were extremely dangerous, possessing the highest level of importance and secrecy; they were forbidden from being inquired about, divulged, described, or spied upon. They were said to be terrifying items capable of destroying nations or even the world, corresponding to angels and higher ranks!

A demigod would have a hard time resisting the arrival of an evil god, but that is not the evil god in person. A sealing artifact of the 'angelic rank' should be able to handle it.

Unfortunately, Archbishop Saint Anthony is not currently at Saint Samuel's Church! And predictably, he will be hampered by numerous unforeseen events. Furthermore, no one else has the authority to use a Level 0 sealed artifact, not even Ember, the Favored One.

After all, only a very few people within the Church of the Night know he is a Favored One. If he wants to use a Level 0 sealed artifact, he will first need to explain his identity to the Night Watchers. And in this process, coincidences will play a role, and the accompanying misunderstandings will undoubtedly slow things down considerably!

Therefore, the only way to solve the problem right now is for Ember to take action himself, which is perhaps exactly what the person who orchestrated all of this wanted to see.

"Audrey".

Ember hesitated for two seconds, then asked, "Could you pray to a being on my behalf?"

Audrey nodded without hesitation, without even asking whether the being Ember spoke of was as friendly as the 'Fool,' because she believed Ember would not harm her.

Ember quickly wrote the corresponding honorific name on the paper, and Audrey, without the slightest hesitation, whispered it in Hermes:

"The Holy Spirit who pursues knowledge;"

A lighthouse in a mysterious world;

Eyes that peer into fate;

The king of the sea;

The holy Bernadette Gustave.

"I beg for your help..."

-

"Mr. A? Mr. A from the Aurora Club?"

Klein's expression shifted slightly upon hearing the woman's address. He possessed the Black Emperor card and knew that the royal family's excavation of underground ruins was a secret preparation for George III's ascension to the Black Emperor. And the underground ruins he was currently in were very likely one of them!

At present, it can be confirmed that Ince Zangwill is also cooperating with the royal family, and even the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society are cooperating with the royal family!

Klein knew that Ember had been gathering information on this matter. Although Ember did not intend to wait until George III became the Black Emperor before having a "fair" one-on-one duel with him, but was preparing to strike ahead of time, Klein also felt that it was necessary for Ember to collect more information.

Since we've already come all this way, we can't just leave without doing anything, can we?

Besides, the other party hasn't even discovered him yet, so there's nothing for anyone to worry about.

Thinking this, Klein, who had originally planned to slowly move along the wall and in the shadows to the doorway, silently shrank back.

The previously clear and pleasant voice chuckled softly and said:

"You don't seem to trust us very much?"

"Yes," Mr. A replied without hesitation.

"Hehe, then let me frankly describe our purpose and why we want to cooperate with you."

The gentle female voice said without anger, "We did some things and left some traces. Before they are discovered by the Church of Night, Storm, Steam, and the military, we must do the necessary cleanup, and that requires your help."

"You will teleport me to the East District, where I will be in charge of arson. You can use this opportunity to expand the trend, create channels or containers, and bring your Lord into the world. The only price you will pay is to bear all the infamy and gain the greatest hatred from the military and the three major churches, but I don't think you'll mind."

There was a few seconds of silence in the hall. Mr. A did not respond for a long time, seemingly considering the feasibility of the plan.

The owner of the gentle female voice wasn't in a hurry to urge him, because she wasn't worried that Mr. A would refuse. After all, from any perspective, this matter was entirely beneficial to the Aurora Society. Being branded with infamy was actually a good thing for these madmen; otherwise, they wouldn't have done so many horrific things.

After a long silence, Mr. A slowly nodded and replied with a flat expression:

"Can."

Wearing a hood, a transparent, blurry book quickly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a distant, ethereal chant:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

The book flipped rapidly, then stopped at one page, immediately emitting a pale blue, ethereal light. That light enveloped the woman in the pure white robe, making her figure first blurry, then vanish completely.

-

Inside the Red Rose Estate, Prince Edsack sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, where warm sunlight streamed in.

Although Backlund is often shrouded in fog, it is located in the outskirts of Queens, far from the factories that produce the "fog" and the St. George area. Therefore, it enjoys plenty of sunshine, making it a very pleasant place.

"Your Highness, please hurry."

A voice sounded beside him.

Edsack turned to look at the person who had spoken. His gray hair was neatly combed, and he was wearing a butler's uniform that was so crisp that there wasn't a single wrinkle. That was his butler, Finkel.

Before this, he had always been his most outstanding, loyal, and valued subordinate, always meticulously and faithfully carrying out his orders without ever questioning the reasons. But now, it was precisely this loyal old steward who was forcing him onto the road.

Edsack chuckled self-deprecatingly. His most trusted subordinate had never been loyal to him; he had only ever been carrying out the king's orders. On the surface, he was obedient and devoted, but in reality, he was merely monitoring Edsack and ensuring Edsack's dignity when necessary. If Edsack didn't want to maintain his dignity, Edsack wouldn't hesitate to do so for him. Edsack had no doubt about this; a Sequence 5 Beyonder was certainly qualified to do so.

But the fate of him, the man Finkel once served, the former third prince of the Kingdom of Loen, was already sealed—

Secretly collaborating with the witch cult, and ultimately committing suicide out of guilt—how ironic!

"Finkel".

Edsack murmured, "How many years have you been with me? More than twenty years, right? You even held me when I was a child. I've always considered you an elder..."

"Your Highness."

Finkel's expression was utterly indifferent as he calmly stated, "That was merely His Majesty's order."

He calmly approached Edsack and picked up the revolver from the table. He could tell that Edsack, who was still trying to play the sentimental card, had clearly lost the dignity befitting a prince, and at this moment, he, as his servant, needed to help him maintain his dignity.

"Heh~"

Edsack gave a self-deprecating laugh, a laugh full of sarcasm and mockery. It was directed at Finkel, and also at himself.

The descendant of the founder and protector, the son of the powerful, the fifth child of His Majesty the King, Count Rastin, His Highness Prince Edsac Augustus… This string of titles that once made him incredibly proud has now become a complete joke, as if invisible slaps have struck his face hard, shattering all his pride.

"puff!"

Crimson blood gushed from his body, splashing onto Edsack's face. The warm, viscous, and slightly sweet-smelling blood made Edsack weakly turn his head, his eyes gradually dimming.

"Pfft~"

Finkel coughed up a mouthful of blood, and with difficulty lowered his head, he saw a massive longsword that had pierced his chest, splitting him in two. Blood had completely soaked his impeccably tailored butler's uniform, and his bleeding lower body lay limply on the ground. Relying on the extraordinary life force of an Extraordinary Being, he was still alive, with only his upper body 'sitting' on the blade, clinging to life.

Before him stood Edsack, who had already stood up from his chair and was holding a strangely shaped bell in his hand.

"I gave you a chance."

Edsack stood before Finkel, his eyes dim, and said in a low voice, "It's your own fault for not knowing how to cherish it."

Edsack always felt that Russell was right about something: "Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?" But reality is often so cruel. He remembered Finkel's past feelings, but he didn't appreciate them at all.

And all of this...

"It's all because of my damned father!"

Edsack's lips curled into a twisted, distorted smile. He opened his arms in an embracing gesture, his face filled with ecstasy. "Power! This is what it feels like to have power! Finkel, can you feel it?"

Finkel remained silent, for his life had long since passed away.

Edsack, however, seemed oblivious, staring me in a daze at the towering figure who had killed Finkel. It was a knight far taller than an ordinary person, clad in solid red full armor, wielding a greatsword thicker than a normal person's waist in one hand, and a massive oval shield in the other, with a huge, curved horn representing the Hundred Phases of the Forge in the center!

He still remembered the title bestowed upon him by the one who had granted him the knighthood—

"Forge Knight!"

(End of this chapter)