Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Anderson returned to his room with the characteristics of the "Iron Knight". His expression relaxed a lot, but soon became serious again:

"I don't have the potion formula for 'Iron Knight'. Even if I have this property, I can't use it."

"Besides, the ritual of ascending to demigodhood is not easy. I am also carrying a bait for high-sequence 'hunters', which may attract unknown demigods at any time."

With a long sigh, Anderson slumped down in the armchair on the balcony, looking unwilling to think.

In the living room, Ilia, the senior deacon of the Church of Evernight, explained her purpose:

"Thank you for your help in killing Ince Zangwill. His remaining spirit was severely damaged, and I can't get many clues through spiritual communication. So I came to learn more details from you."

"In addition to the matter of Ince Zangwill, I also represent the Church of Evernight's support for the independence of the Southern Continent's political power, and I propose cooperation with you on this basis."

Renekton opened his mouth and wanted to say, "Why don't you go directly to Bishop Luke?" But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered that the other party was preparing for the promotion of "Dream Weaver" and now he was temporarily taking over his affairs.

My clone is also preparing for the promotion to "Insighter", and I can't even find someone who can help me share the work.

After sighing in his heart, Renekton straightened his face and began a more formal negotiation with Ilia, who came representing the Church of Evernight.

On the south bank of the Pas Valley, in the Red Rose Church of Inniss, Bernadette slowly walked to the side of Sasriel who was praying in front of the statue and sat down. Next to her, a black and white penguin stretched its body quickly, from a cute penguin as tall as an adult's calf to Roselle wearing a dark red coat with rusty gold thread.

Russell looked calmly at the statue of the Hanged Man in front of him, and said with emotion:

"It's really surprising that Adam is actually another identity of the 'Ancient Sun God'. I have to say, the 'audience' after reaching the high sequence is really scary and hard to guard against."

"You have fooled everyone, and you have fooled all the gods."

"Not all." Sasriel shook his head slowly and said in a calm tone:

"'Night' should have guessed it a long time ago. Herabergen was once the 'Dragon of Wisdom'. He is no stranger to the ability of the 'Visionary'. The 'Sage' who can represent knowledge to a certain extent also knows it."

Without waiting for Roselle to ask further questions, Sasriel continued:

"Both 'Night' and I have paid attention to you. Unfortunately, you did not choose the 'Fortune Teller' path, and you secretly went to the moon without the attention of the gods, so you were contaminated."

"Followed me." Russell was stunned for a second, his eyes changed from confusion to shock. He pointed at himself, then at Sasriel, and muttered:

“You too”

"Why? Why have you never contacted me? I once thought I was the most special one."

Sasriel slowly stood up and said in a calm tone:

"When I noticed you, you were already 'Son of Steam', a crazy evil god, and 'Steam', one of the seven righteous gods. The choice is obvious."

"As for 'Night', she may have noticed it from the beginning, but since she doesn't belong to those three paths, she can't grasp the details too accurately. As for the follow-up, maybe she feels that your style is not suitable for becoming a reliable ally."

Roselle's face turned red and white. He didn't even dare to turn his head to look at Bernadette standing beside him. He defended himself in a not-so-strong tone:

"This is the custom of Intis. I just follow the local customs."

The prayer hall was silent for two seconds. Roselle ended the topic with a sigh and asked:

"How's Bonois doing?"

Sasriel slowly walked towards the stained glass window embedded in the wall and said in a low voice:

"I planted the seeds of 'depravity' in him. The emotions and desires of the human side of Him will slowly emerge, but they are mostly negative."

"If we want to truly solve the problem of divinity suppressing humanity, we have to wait for my true self to wake up from its slumber."

"Before that, he needs more anchors with strong emotions and will to fight against the oppression of divinity."

Russell sighed and nodded, "I understand."

After two seconds of silence, he turned his head to look at Bernadette beside him and nodded slightly to indicate that he could leave.

Layers of green vines hung down from midair, quickly covering the bodies of Roselle and Bernadette. A pumpkin carriage clanged out from the void and stopped in front of them.

In the pumpkin carriage, Roselle leaned back against the carriage and looked at Bernadette, who was frowning slightly across the carriage, with an expression that looked like she wanted to ask something but was a little hesitant. He laughed twice and then said:

"When I am truly resurrected, I will tell you these secrets that have been hidden for a long time. Now, there are still some things I haven't figured out."

After a pause, he said again:

"Do you know the name of the 'Fool'? I would like to have a good chat with the guy who collected my diary."

Bernadette nodded hesitantly, and directly read out the name of The Fool that she knew in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

Above the gray fog, Klein, who had just finished his psychological treatment and was meditating in his room in the manor to recover, suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers echoing in his ears.

It was an unfamiliar voice, and it was a female voice. Could it be Ms. Daly? As the thought floated through his mind, Klein quickly got up from the bed, locked the door of the room, closed the windows, drew the curtains, and set up a layer of spiritual wall.

After doing all this, he began to walk four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

Inside the grand and ancient palace, Klein looked at a new crimson star rising from the endless gray fog outside the hall. He extended his spiritual power to touch it.

A deep red light burst out instantly, flooding most of the hall and quickly condensed into a picture.

"'Mysterious Queen'? The one next to her is Emperor Roselle?"

Klein was stunned for a moment. He never thought that one day he would see the real-life image of Emperor Roselle.

Is this a one-to-one replica?

As his thoughts were floating, he saw Emperor Roselle, who was sitting opposite Bernadette, raised his head and looked at him. It seemed that the other party could see him through the gray fog.

"You're the one collecting my diaries? You don't want to invite me to meet you?"

Roselle's voice echoed in his ears, and Klein was stunned. Not a puppet?

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then casually produced the yellow crystal pendant he usually used and began to do divination.

After a simple divination, he looked at the motionless pendant in his hand and frowned slightly:

"The divination failed. To some extent, this can explain the problem. The divination that can block me above the gray fog must be covered by a true god."

After muttering to himself for a few words, he spread his spirituality again, touched the crimson star representing Renekton, and threw the previous information into it.

Soon, the crimson star connected to Renekton began to vibrate, and a message was transmitted to the gray fog through the connection just established, turning into a string of crimson characters:

"In a sense, he is indeed Russell. You can ask him about the details yourself."

"If he asks you to destroy it, or publishes a request to destroy the diary in the Tarot Club, remember to refuse."

Destroying the Diary Klein was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that the diaries written by the emperor in the early days were really socially dead. Since he was not dead yet, it was normal for him to want to destroy such things that belonged to his own dark history.

As his thoughts surged, he relied on his demigod status to pry open the power of the gray fog, infusing it into a paper figure he had casually summoned from the pile of debris, and threw the paper figure at Roselle, who was sitting opposite her, through the crimson star that had established a connection with Bernadette.

In the pumpkin carriage, Russell looked up in surprise. His eyes penetrated the void and saw a tall angel emerging from the endless gray fog. He felt the breath of the "Black Emperor" from the angel's figure.

"Interesting, is it the Black Emperor card?"

Roselle raised his eyebrows and quickly thought of something Bernadette had said to him, that the Fool's followers had found the Black Emperor Card disguised as a bookmark through his diary.

He let the angel wearing full black armor and with twelve pairs of jet-black wings fall in front of him and wrap himself with the layers of wings.

The crimson light surged like a tide, quickly drowning all his vision.

Relying on the status of the "Black Emperor" and the aura of the paper angel just now, Roselle amplified and utilized the subtle connection, allowing Klein to easily pull him above the gray fog.

In the grand and ancient palace, a deep red light floated quickly, and condensed into the figure of Roselle, who was sitting on the high-backed chair at the bottom left of the mottled long hall.

Russell looked around curiously for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table. He said with a sigh:

"I have always tried to establish a connection with this place, but all my attempts have failed. I didn't expect that I would have a chance to enter here after I died. This world is so unpredictable!"

Klein nodded slightly and asked in a calm tone, "What's your situation now?"

When he was looking at the other person above the gray fog just now, he had almost seen through the other person's true colors. He was just a mechanical puppet, a mechanical puppet that had awakened its self-awareness, so he did not think that the other person was really Roselle at first.

Russell sighed and smiled bitterly:

"There was a problem with the location of the last mausoleum I built. It had long been contaminated by the 'Original Moon', which caused problems with my resurrection. I was unable to truly get rid of the contamination, so I could only forcibly interrupt the process and wait for an opportunity."

"Now I am just a mechanical puppet. Relying on the 'Fallen Earl' characteristics that I have been infected with, I have developed an independent self and erroneous cognition. I have used my own Sequence 0 status to distort this error, making this mechanical puppet equivalent to me to some extent. It is equivalent to the eyes I use to observe the outside world."

“Although it’s a bit tragic, it’s at least much better than the previous state where I was neither dead nor alive.”

"As long as I am truly resurrected, I don't even need to be completely resurrected, I can make this mechanical doll become the real me."