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

Chapter 322 The Weakest Angel King

Backlund.

on Tuesday.

In the basement of a house in the West End, a few candles flickered with yellowish flames, illuminating the altar, chairs, and round table placed around it.

At the edge of the light, in the darkest place, a figure appeared and disappeared, sometimes swaying, sometimes stretching, a thin layer with no thickness, like a shadow that had come to life.

Suddenly, the figure spoke in a low voice:

"You arrived earlier than I expected."

Beside the candle, in the brightest part of the firelight, a figure was quickly outlined.

This is a man dressed in a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, each strand stiff, and deep, unfathomable eyes that seem to hold countless secrets.

He is none other than Boutis, the "Sage of Mystery," one of the five great saints of the Aurora Society.

Boutis smiled and said:

"Distance is not a problem for me."

He then pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking to the long, narrow shadow:

"Has the matter been thoroughly investigated? Have any unusual circumstances been discovered?"

The shadow, almost blending into the darkness, answered in a low voice:

"No problem."

"real?"

Boutis instinctively doubted the certainty of the answer. "Kesma, could this be a trap?"

"The target is extremely cautious and definitely did not expose himself intentionally. If he hadn't been seeking to purchase cursed items from ancient vengeful spirits, we would have had no way of knowing that he might have connections with the Abrahamic family."

"The Saint of Mysteries," Butis, seemed to be pondering as he spoke:

"An ancient cursed artifact, one of the main materials for the 'Recorder'. I remember that the Abraham family did have extra Asman brains... Ha, unwilling to directly provide the 'Recorder's' extraordinary characteristics, hoping to put them through some tests, that's indeed the style of the Abrahams. Simply put, they don't trust each other enough."

As they spoke, the "Sage of Mystery" took out a crystal ball from a hidden pouch in his black robe.

The crystal ball was neither clear nor transparent, as if it had been filled with the deep darkness of night.

As Boutis stroked his hand and moved his lips, a series of dazzling lights began to emanate from the strange crystal ball.

Like specks of sand, they slowly rotated, forming a complex scene.

The "Mysterious Saint" lowered his brows slightly, making no move.

"It's acceptable..." Boutis glanced at the crystal ball he was holding in his right hand and nodded gently.

He immediately looked at the 'ghostly figure':

"Tell me more specific information."

The "Sage of Mystery" made no attempt to conceal anything and spoke:

"There's a gathering of extraordinary individuals tonight, and the target might appear."

"The Saint of Mysteries" Butis stood up and said to "The Saint of Darkness" Kesma:

"I need to do some preparation in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his right hand, lifted it slightly, and then closed his five fingers.

The area where he was located instantly distorted and disappeared.

The candles, firelight, round table, and chairs that were originally there also disappeared one after another, leaving only the floor tiles and ceiling.

After a while, the shadows shifted, and everything returned to normal.

The "Sage of Mystery" Butis was no different from before, but the figure of the "Sage of Darkness" Kesma had unknowingly emerged from the darkness.

He looked at Boutis and said in a deep voice:

"Your caution exceeds the necessary limits."

"But that's not a bad thing. I hope to resolve the problem before anyone else notices," Butis replied with a smile. "You come along too. Stay in the shadows and assist me. Don't show yourself directly. If you notice anything unusual, leave immediately."

"...Alright." 'Dark Saint' Kesma slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He looked very young, with outstanding features, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a faint, dark veil.

As Kesma approached Butis, he faintly heard a series of illusory chewing, gnawing, and digesting sounds coming from who-knows-where, and sensed an undisguised malice and hunger.

This sent a chill down his spine, even though he was a demigod.

The 'Dark Saint' froze for a second, his gaze turning to Butis's face with a mixture of astonishment and surprise.

Boutis curled his lips into a slightly cruel smile.

A few seconds later, one of them used "teleportation" and the other extinguished the candle and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the house one after the other.

Click!

Not long after the two left, a light suddenly came from above the stairs leading to the basement, and the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

Mr. A, dressed in a hooded robe and with a handsome face, entered the basement and looked at the extinguished candles in front of the altar, his eyes flickering slightly.

Suddenly, Mr. A sensed something and turned around alertly to look at the middle-aged man who was quietly approaching.

He wore an extremely simple white robe, his face was wrinkled but not old, he had short brown hair, and his shoulders, arms, calves and feet were exposed, covered with all kinds of old scars.

Mr. A casually closed the door and asked in his usual tone:

"Snowman, what are you doing here?"

The ascetic Snowman slowly began to speak:

"I need to pray to the Lord."

Mr. A raised an eyebrow slightly, casually pushed open the basement door he had just closed, and chuckled:

"If you need a prayer room, I can lend it to you."

"Thanks."

Snowman thanked him sincerely and stepped into the basement.

Mr. A watched Snowman's retreating figure with a somewhat subtle expression.

He knew the other person was also a devout believer, perhaps even more devout than himself.

Regardless of the church, ascetics are among the most devout people.

However, Mr. A found it difficult to understand the sequence in which the other party was positioned.

Since he is an ascetic who believes in the Lord, why would he follow the "Singer" path? Doesn't he know that the Eternal Sun Cult is their enemy?

What puzzled Mr. A even more was why God would entrust this ascetic to him.

Mr. A withdrew his gaze. Whatever the reason, it was God's decision, and he didn't need to understand it.

Instead of thinking about these things, what he should be doing now is carrying out the Lord's divine decree.

Mr. A turned around and went upstairs to his room.

He took a piece of stationery from the drawer, took out a fountain pen, and wrote:

"Everything went smoothly. I've prepared what you requested. When are you coming to pick it up?"

After glancing at the short line of text, Mr. A put down his pen and folded the letter.

He quickly prepared the ritual to summon the messenger, lit the candles, took a step back, and chanted in a low voice in ancient Hermes:

"I

"I summon in my own name:"

"A spirit that wanders in illusion, a benevolent creature that can be commanded, a messenger unique to Gehrmansparo."

Inside the room, the sound of wind suddenly arose and became intense.

The candlelight swelled and turned pale, and a striking head with blond hair and red eyes emerged from it.

But what follows behind that head isn't a complete neck, but a hand pulling on the hair!

Even after witnessing this horrifying scene, Mr. A remained calm and composed.

What might be terrifying to an ordinary person is, for Mr. A, who was at the Aurora Club, it was at most just "that's it".

Renée Tinicol, dressed in a somber and elaborate long dress, quickly stepped forward. The four heads she was carrying turned simultaneously to look at Mr. A, and spoke in turn:

"Yes..." "You..." "Want to..." "Send a letter?"

Mr. A nodded respectfully and said:

"Yes."

Renée Tinicol, holding the four heads in her hands, spoke again:

"You..." "Need..." "Give..." "One..." "A gold coin."

Mr. A reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin.

Renée Tinicol then raised her two blond, red-eyed heads, which each bit the letter and the gold coin.

Then, she stepped into the void and disappeared.

-

At 160 Berklund Street, Klein glanced at the contents of the letter and muttered to himself:

"Has the 'Sage of Mystery' arrived?"

He knew that Ember and Aurora would make a deal, and the deal would involve the Mysterious Saint, a demigod through the 'apprentice' pathway.

Mr. A did not have a way to actively contact Ember, and Ember did not have his own messenger—although with his abilities, summoning a messenger would be very easy, for some reason he never tried to do so.

Therefore, Mr. A could only write to Klein first, and then Klein would relay the message to Ember through "The Fool".

However, if Mr. A directly wrote something like "The Mysterious Saint has arrived" in the letter, it might alert the Mysterious Saint—perhaps because of his past betrayal of the Abraham family, this saint is very vigilant, even his colleagues in the Aurora Society are suspicious of him.

Such a person might be monitoring Mr. A, which is why Mr. A chose to write the letter in such a "tactful" way.

Even if the Sage of Mystery saw it, he would mostly be confused and would only think that Mr. A was making a deal with someone.

Of course, with the Dark Saint watching over him, the Mysterious Saint is unlikely to have the opportunity to monitor Mr. A.

As an angel, it was impossible for the messenger to miss the spying of a demigod, even if the other party was using a '0' level sealed artifact.

With double insurance, the risk can be minimized.

Although it may seem a bit redundant, dealing with a demigod on the apprentice path requires utmost care and cannot be taken lightly!

Ember already has a demigod with the 'Thief' pathway. If we include this 'Sage of Mystery', then we only need a demigod with the 'Diviner' pathway...

The demigods of the 'Thief' and 'Apprentice' paths have all been captured, but the demigod of the 'Diviner' path remains at large. Is it any wonder he chose this path? These demigods are truly adept at hiding!

Klein's eye twitched slightly. He looked away from the letter and got up to go to the bathroom.

Judging by the time, it's almost 3 p.m.

Going up above the gray fog now is both to inform the embers and to prepare for the Tarot meeting in advance.

-

Above the gray fog.

Klein sat in the head seat, and as a deep red light shone, the figure of Ember appeared.

Klein spoke directly:

"The Sage of Mystery has secretly arrived in Backlund."

After finishing his sentence, Klein saw Ember nod slightly and asked with some surprise:

"Shouldn't you take some action?"

Ember asked in return:

Do you know where he is?

"How would I know?" Klein shrugged, looking somewhat helpless.

Embers said frankly:

"I don't know either."

"My arrangement with the Aurora Society is that they will use the Abraham family as bait to lure the 'Saint of Mystery' here. On the day of his arrival, Mr. A will find a way to notify me. Meanwhile, the Dark Saint will try to keep the 'Saint of Mystery' calm and tell him that there will be a gathering of extraordinary people that night, and that the apprentices of the 'Abraham family' will attend."

"so……"

Klein immediately realized what was happening and said knowingly:

"So, as long as we wait until night and attend that specific gathering of extraordinary individuals, we're guaranteed to encounter the Mysterious Saint?"

Ember is waiting for the Mysterious Saint, and the Mysterious Saint is also waiting for Ember, so both of them will attend that gathering of extraordinary beings.

They went their separate ways.

Ember thought for a moment and asked:

"What has become of the demigods who followed the 'Diviner' pathway?"

Klein shook his head and sighed:

"Still no. Arodes can locate the demigods, but they always change their identities again in a very short time, making it impossible to pinpoint their location."

Yu Jin was not surprised by the result, and pondered for a moment:

"Where is Zarathustra?"

Klein's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Zarathus has vanished, and Arodes cannot see Him."

Previously, Zarathustra was out of control, his monstrous form forced to hide in a dark, dark church devoid of natural light. But now, he's gone, which suggests he may have returned to normal!

A living angel, and one destined to be Klein's enemy, was enough to keep him up at night.

Although Zarathustra probably doesn't know of his existence, he has the help of the anonymous psychic known as "Adam."

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Adam will definitely try to bring Zarathustra to His side—and as the price for winning Zarathustra over, Adam won't mind selling some of Klein's intelligence to Zarathustra.

In front of others, Klein might still be able to play the 'fool' for a while.

But as a Sequence 1 angel of the 'Diviner' pathway, Zarathustra knew very well that there was no true 'Fool' in this world. In his eyes, Klein, who was currently faking the 'Fool' and controlling the Source Castle, was at most a Sequence 2 angel.

Well, in fact it's even more outrageous than that; Klein doesn't even have a Sequence 4.

After a moment of contemplation, Yu Jin slowly spoke:

"If all else fails, then we'll have to find half of the 'Fool' from the Antigonus family."

"Half a fool?"

Klein suddenly recalled scenes that had appeared in his dreams and in the visions of Arodes—

The main peak of the Hornach Mountains!

At the summit of the main peak lies a dilapidated palace, its walls overgrown with weeds and moss, revealing obvious holes.

Inside the palace hall, at the head of the table stood a massive stone chair, inlaid with dull gold and precious stones, its surface mottled and damaged. This chair, unlike any intended for humans, was covered with countless transparent maggots huddled together, densely intertwined, slowly wriggling, and constantly growing…

Without a doubt, that was the ancestor of the Antigonus family, the half-Fool who controlled uniqueness!

For unknown reasons, the other party is also currently out of control, which means He can only stay in that palace and cannot leave. Considering that Zarathustra once asked Emperor Roselle to steal the Antigonus family notes from the Steam Church, Zarathustra at that time, although He was already an angel, He had not yet reached Sequence 1.

The reason He demanded the Antigonus family notes might be because He wanted to obtain the potion recipe for Sequence 1 of the 'Diviner' pathway from this ancestor of the Antigonus family. Even His loss of control might be related to this half-fool.

For Ember, this unique angel king, half of the "Fool," was actually easier to deal with than those demigods who were only Sequence 4—because He wouldn't run away.

(End of this chapter)