Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Do you know the reason?" Azik's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Angelweed in human form in surprise and said.

Angelweed shook his head slightly, reached out and stroked his gray beard and said:

"I don't know, it's just a guess based on your reaction, which is something every viewer is good at."

"However, I have some guesses about your state. This may be related to the arrangements left by the God of Death. Are you his direct descendant or an angel of this path? You are the best carrier for his resurrection and return."

"Moreover, since the death of the God of Death, the uniqueness of this path has been lost. No matter the night or Badheir, they have not been able to find this uniqueness."

".Uniqueness." Azik lowered his head, his brows gradually furrowed. His head felt a little swollen and painful, but he couldn't think of anything more.

Seeing that Azik was deep in thought, Angelweed again focused his attention on Klein at the top of the mottled long table. He asked with slight confusion:

"The Beloved One of Knowledge has not really died yet. Where do I need to put his stone statue?"

Klein resisted his subconscious impulse to turn his head to look at the prophet's clone, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Sacrifice directly to me."

He was worried that the witch sect or some of the dragon king's tricks might remain on the gray-white stone statue, so it would be safer to take it above the gray mist and purify it first.

"Okay." Angelweed nodded slightly and responded with a smooth tone, as if he had already guessed what the other party would say.

His eyes lingered on the prophet's clone for a moment, and he nodded to him with a smile, then withdrew his gaze.

Klein tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers again, and said in a calm voice:

"Just stop here. If you need to, you can just recite my name."

Angelweed then stood up from the high-backed chair, looked around, and saw two other figures standing up like him. He said in a calm voice to the figure at the top shrouded in gray mist:

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!" Klein responded with a leisurely attitude.

As his thoughts floated, the crimson light suddenly rose, and then quickly dissipated. Angelweed's figure disappeared into the gray mist along with the crimson light.

As Angelweed left, the prophet clone and Azik sat down again. They looked at each other, with more or less smiles on their lips.

Klein took the lead in dispersing the gray fog that shrouded his body, looked at Azik and asked with concern:

"Mr. Azik, do you know the whereabouts of the uniqueness of the Death Path? This may be related to the reason why you have repeatedly lost your memory?"

Azik shook his head slightly, and said with a little confusion in his words:

"I don't know. Maybe I can know the reason after I have recovered all my memories."

"I have an intuition that this Dragon King's guess is most likely true."

The prophet's clone tapped the armrest on the right side of his seat twice, with a smile on his lips, and said in a calm voice:

"The uniqueness of the God of Death is left in the violent sea, but I don't know where exactly. Maybe you can sense it after retrieving your memory and getting related items."

"Related items?" Azik frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

The prophet clone nodded slightly and said:

"'Hell Admiral' Ludwell, he has a ring in his hand that is said to be left by the "God of Death"."

"He is a member of the Spiritual Religion, and that item is most likely left behind by the real 'God of Death'."

Klein leaned on the back of his chair and crossed his hands naturally. Information about the "Hell Admiral" came to mind:

"Admiral of Hell" Ludwell, whose flagship is the "Black Tulip" and has a bounty of 55000 pounds. He was once a subordinate of the King of the Five Seas and later became independent. He is associated with the "Spiritual Order" and has the highest bounty among the seven generals. , the strongest, cruel and bloodthirsty.

I definitely can't beat him, at least I need to be promoted to Secret Puppet Master... Or, directly call Klein. He glanced at Azik's good prophet clone beside him, and calmly restrained his thoughts.

Azik stretched out his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose twice to relieve the discomfort in his head caused by constantly recalling the past, and then said softly:

"After I recover most of my memories, I will go to the 'Admiral of Hell' to get the ring left by the 'God of Death'."

"I have a hunch that I need to wait until I am in a better condition to do this."

Klein stared at Azik curiously and asked:

"why?"

"That 'Admiral of Hell' is probably just a Sequence Five Beyonder. Even if he has the ring left behind by the 'God of Death', he shouldn't pose a danger to you, right?"

Azik shook his head slightly and said without much emotion in his voice:

"I'm not very sure. It's just an intuition. Maybe there are other things involved that are accompanied by dangers."

Other things? Does it mean the uniqueness of the God of Death? Did the God of Death make some leftover arrangements? Klein muttered to himself in a deep voice for a while, then he set his sights on the vacant seats around the mottled long table, chuckled and said:

"Mr. Azik, I established a party with the help of the specialness here. The members come from different places and have different identities. They are all people who came here by chance and established a connection with me. Although most of them are only middle- and low-ranking people, , but it’s very broad.”

"If you are interested, you can join, and you can also post some tasks at the party to collect things that will help you restore your memory."

Azik nodded slightly, with a rather interested look on his face and said:

"It's a very interesting party. If I have time, I will attend."

Klein suddenly felt confident after finding a backer. He restrained himself from raising the corners of his mouth and said with a smile:

"The meeting time is every Monday at 3 p.m. Backlund time. I will inform you before each meeting starts."

"By the way, they use tarot cards as code names. These are the ones that have not been chosen yet."

As he spoke, Klein waved his hand gently, and a deck of tarot cards appeared above the long mottled table. However, the cards such as "The Fool", "The World", and "White Tower" that had been selected were not among them.

"Just this one." Azik pointed casually.

Klein nodded lightly and made the other tarot cards disappear, leaving only this one floating in front of Azik.

The prophet's clone turned his head and looked sideways. On the card was a god of death riding a white horse and wearing armor. He held high a black flag with roses in his hand, looking down at the creatures on the ground. It was the "god of death" among the twenty-two main cards. "Card.

"This card implies great change and constant renewal of self-awareness. No matter what form it ends in, welcoming the result is the beginning of a new journey."

The prophet's avatar felt something and started to analyze it.

To a certain extent, this corresponds to what happened to Mr. Azik. Therefore, when faced with the rebirth of losing memories, should Mr. Azik face the future and embrace a new life? .While thinking, Klein turned his attention to Azik.

Azik leaned back slightly, rested his head on the back of the chair, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The source of essence corresponding to the path of the soothsayer, coupled with the interpretation of a prophet, this may be the revelation given by fate."

The prophet's clone leaned slightly sideways, leaning on the armrest next to the high-backed chair, and gave his opinion:

"This card also symbolizes drastic changes, saying goodbye to the past and starting a new life."

Boom~boom~, Klein tapped the edge of the table in front of him rhythmically. After attracting the attention of the prophet clone and Azik, he chuckled and said:

"You two, that's it for today. My spirit can't hold on any longer."

"Yeah." "No problem."

Azik and the prophet clones nodded at the same time, facing a burst of crimson light, and their figures suddenly disappeared above the gray mist.