Fool's Library

"As the saying goes, 'A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit,' someone who can become a god must be extraordinary and should not fall twice in the same place."

"The deliberate lowering of the threshold for the divine descent ceremony is presumably to increase the secrecy of this divine descent, so as not to be discovered by outsiders and thus affect the progress of the plan."

The old man pondered for a moment and felt that he had grasped the key point.

After all, the ritual part of the so-called initiation ceremony only serves as a prelude.

In some ways, this is a superficial project that prioritizes appearances over substance.

Ultimately, to bridge the gap between the Skyward Threshold and the mortal world, allowing the demise of the evil god to truly descend into the mortal realm, the primary force must come from the Twilight Lord atop the Skyward Threshold.

"Lord..."

Beside him, the assassin hidden in the shadows scrutinized the old man's face and tentatively spoke.

"So, shall we prepare according to the requirements of these initiation rites?"

"Chop all that lean meat, fat, cartilage, ripe watermelon, and unripe melon seeds... finely into a topping?"

"That's right, and you must be sure to follow the requirements strictly. There can't be a single bit of fat in the lean meat sauce, and there can't be a single bit of lean meat in the fatty meat... Raw watermelon and ripe watermelon must never be mixed together."

"Understood."

The assassin nodded solemnly: "I will immediately mobilize our network of connections to gather skilled chefs and butchers from within the empire to prepare the meat sauce."

"and many more."

The old man spoke up, interrupting the assassin: "The materials required for these divine descent rituals are too numerous, and Princess Hiltina's coronation ceremony is scheduled for ten days from now."

"Time is too tight, so we need hundreds of skilled chefs to prepare for the Advent ceremony."

"But the sudden disappearance of so many cooks within the empire is too commotion and could easily cause unnecessary trouble..."

"So, you hold a cooking competition in the name of Prince Guro, ostensibly to recruit a new royal chef for the Prince's residence, and invite famous chefs from across the empire to participate in the assessment."

"In this way, thousands of chefs gather together... and the preparations for the divine descent ceremony can be mixed in, which can also serve as a cover."

"Understood."

The old man looked at his subordinates not far away: "Remember, all of this must be done in secret. Under no circumstances should the military or the Bureau of Control be allowed to detect the slightest clues... especially Ophelia and Aaron."

"You should know what the consequences will be if this matter is exposed."

"nature."

The assassin quickly nodded in agreement.

After all, both he and the old man knew perfectly well that this was a deal that could cost them their lives.

The assassin raised his head and recited the ritual requirements written in pale gold ink in mid-air.

Before leaving, he paused slightly at the door and spoke with a hint of hesitation.

"My lord, what about those living sacrifices we collected through various clandestine channels, the ones we intended to use for the blood sacrifice..."

"Process the memories, then send them back to where they belong."

The old man thought for a moment and then responded.

Although the Granville Empire has a vast territory, the sudden disappearance of hundreds or thousands of people is bound to attract the attention of the military and the command bureau, those hounds.

As a legendary figure with high status within the empire, he was well aware of the true nature of the Second Princess Ophelia and Aaron. Perhaps these seemingly minor details could arouse their suspicion and lead to the exposure of their plans.

Since the living sacrifices were no longer of any use, it was more appropriate to return them intact.

"Remember, there can't be a single piece of lean meat in fatty meat, and there can't be a single piece of fat in lean meat. The same applies to cartilage, ripe watermelon, and unripe melon..."

"Yes."

The assassin nodded respectfully, then turned into a shadow and quietly disappeared into a dark corner untouched by the moonlight.

It can only be said that the superhumans in the long-term sequence of "Shadow" are indeed born scouts and agents.

However, neither the old man nor the assassin noticed.

In the dim moonlight outside the window, a fluffy, seemingly harmless ferret was silently watching.

Seeing the conversation end and the assassin leave, the ferret bathed in moonlight listlessly licked its paws, flicked its tail, and stuffed a small dried fish into its mouth.

……

"Sigh, I never thought that coming to visit Tina's sister after so long would result in being assigned a task like keeping an eye on her. I should have known better than to come out."

"Forget it, we've done all the surveillance. Now it's up to Aaron, the old Deng, and Ophelia, the young Deng. It's none of my business."

Dean Yin's figure flashed and disappeared in the moonlight, and the next moment, it had already appeared a thousand meters away.

As a magical creature of the lunar sequence, like the Lord of Twilight and the Serpent of Dawn and Dusk who gain a great boost during the transition from dawn to dusk... Dean Silver's rank also gains a great boost under the moonlight.

Although, according to Dean Yin himself, he is a peace lover and doesn't fight much... even a true legend at this moment cannot detect Dean Yin's spying that is right next to him.

"Sigh, I've been used as a tool ferret all day, and I'm finally free... I'll have to find a chance to complain to Tina next time, saying that her sister completely disregards the Fantasy Animal Protection Act."

"Now that I think about it, Xiao Xia is better. Although she is always quiet and doesn't say much, at least she doesn't make the ferret do chores for her all the time."

While muttering to himself, Dean Yin had already left the capital and appeared in the dormitory area of ​​Starry Sky University.

"It's a pity that Xiaoxia's personality is too aloof and she doesn't know how to take the initiative. I feel that she's probably no match for Tina and Ai in this love battle..."

Just as the ferret tiptoed into Akshia's living room, its movements suddenly froze in mid-air.

It was already late at night, but the girl with long, ice-blue hair was still awake. Instead, she sat quietly in the living room, as if waiting for Dean Yin, who hadn't come home all night, to return.

"Hahaha, little Shia, why aren't you asleep yet so late?"

"Aren't you going to the hospital to visit Rust tomorrow? Staying up so late will give you dark circles under your eyes..."

"It wouldn't be good if Last woke up tomorrow and saw you looking so haggard."

Dean Yin chuckled, revealing his big, watery eyes, and tried to jump onto the girl's head, hoping to get away with it by being cute.

But then, it saw a girl with long, flowing ice-blue hair looking at it indifferently.

Although her fair, delicate face, as white as ice and snow, showed no superfluous expression, it was as if she could see right through Dean Yin's innermost thoughts.

"You and Ophelia are hiding something from me."

The delicate, ice-blue handwriting appeared in mid-air, standing out clearly under the soft glow of the magic lamp.

"Raster, he's in trouble..."

"Someone is plotting against him, isn't that right?"

Chapter 265 Only in front of you, I refuse to wear a mask

I said, "No way."

Dean Yin looked at Akshia not far away and felt the hairs on his head stand up one by one.

What's going on these days? It feels like anyone can see right through your secrets.

Are they even going to let the ferrets live?

"Little Shia, aren't you 'Death'? When did you secretly learn the 'Hyperintuition' from the Chariot Sequence? Isn't that Tina's ability?"

"Or is it that the Angel of Fate I saw in the Echoes of History was a fake, and you are the real Angel of Fate, possessing the ability to foresee the future?"

Beside her, the girl with long, flowing ice-blue hair ignored Dean Yin's attempts to change the subject with jokes.

She simply looked at Dean Yin quietly, then slightly raised her hand.

The next moment, Akshia's slender, pale fingers lightly touched the air, writing out elegant characters.

"If I'm not mistaken..."

"The one plotting against Last this time is still the same 'gravekeeper' who caused him to become a vegetable two years ago, isn't that right?"

Ice-blue lettering was outlined in mid-air.

The handwriting was utterly cold and aloof, yet there was a slight tremor in the strokes, as if trying to conceal and suppress some inexplicable emotion.

"Two years ago that day... I knew nothing."

"I could only watch from afar, silently watching him self-destruct his Nightblade and Sequence Long Rank, and fire that shot... watching him become a vegetable lying on a hospital bed, his life hanging in the balance."

Akshia's eyes were slightly lowered, and her ice-blue hair fell down her cheeks, as crystal clear as snowflakes.

"Over the past two years, every time I visited him in the hospital, every time I saw him sleeping peacefully in his hospital bed..."

“In my heart, an indescribable sense of regret and self-reproach would rise up.”

"I regret not discovering all that sooner, and I blame myself for not being able to help him... I could only watch helplessly from the sidelines."

"We can't do anything, we can't accomplish anything."

She slightly raised her eyes.

"I don't know what he's going through right now..."

"But this time—"

"I don't want to be left behind again."

"I don't want to be like I was two years ago, only able to watch Rust from afar, unable to help him or do anything about it."

Dean Yin was secretly taken aback when he saw the girl with long, flowing, ice-blue hair beside him.

It had known the other party for a long time and was quite familiar with the "Grim Reaper's" personality—

Akshia has always been the type of icy, aloof girl, consistently quiet and not good with words. Even when communicating through writing, her style is extremely concise, and she has never before expressed her emotions with such a long string of sentences as she is now.

Dean Yin raised his head slightly and looked into Akshia's eyes.

In the girl's dark purple eyes, which had always seemed lifeless like a doll, now lay a burning emotion that felt completely unfamiliar to it.

It's as if it hides something extremely sharp, ready to pierce through the hazy mist at any moment.

Only now did Dean Yin realize—

It seems I've always underestimated this girl from the "Grim Reaper" sequence...

Because of the other party's consistent lack of eloquence and taciturnity, Akshia overlooked the heavy feelings she held for Rust.

"I understand."

It nodded.

After a moment's thought, Dean Yin finally chose to admit it.

After putting himself in Akshia's shoes and putting himself in her shoes... Dean Yin also understood Akshia's feelings.

Watching someone important to you in danger while you're kept in the dark, knowing nothing about it, and being able to helplessly watch from afar—that feeling is just too cruel.

"Okay, I'll be honest, Tina and that guy have actually run into a little trouble recently."

"You have now ascended to the Legendary level and possess a Star Grail of the 'Death God' sequence... When assessing your combat strength, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider you a Quasi-Angel."

"In that case, Tina's coronation ceremony a few days from now... will indeed require your assistance."

Listening to Dean Yin's explanation.

In the pale moonlight streaming through the window, Akshia's dull and lifeless eyes gradually brightened.

As the girl's eyes gradually brightened, Dean Yin couldn't help but sigh.

"There's no way around it, this can't be considered betraying a teammate."

"After all, who could bear to betray such sincere feelings from a young girl?"

Dean Yin shook his big, fluffy tail a little guiltily.

It always felt that it had unintentionally caused that kid a lot of trouble.

However, that kid already has a lot of troubles and entanglements with different women... so one more shouldn't make a difference.

……

Nighttime world, a landscape of the mind, the newly reborn Canaan town.

The soft morning light shone through the window and fell on Last's face, carrying a faint warmth.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that there was no one beside him.

Only the creases of the folded sheets and the neatly folded quilt at the head of the bed remained, bathed in the morning sunlight and lingering with a faint fragrance.

That's the scent of sandalwood, a unique fragrance that belongs solely to Amys.