Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Fors picked his earwax and came back to his senses from the conversation between Vardas and Helgi.

These chaotic voices in her mind were clearer than before. The intermittent broadcasts and conversations were transmitted to her mind through the Bright Egg. When she didn't pay attention to it, it was more like white noise. She got used to it. If she focused on listening to a certain voice, she could hear it more clearly than before, but the signal was still intermittent.

The Tarot Club discussed Fors' situation, and finally decided not to have direct contact with Abraham, but they would ask Fors to continue monitoring Abraham. In fact, Abraham didn't need to help with the small difficulties, and couldn't help with the big ones, so Fors had no reason to intervene.

I really have the will but not the ability.

Vardas was not an astronaut, but Helgi was. Through Helgi's speech, Fors heard about 50% to 60% of the conversation.

My steam... Oh no, for God's sake!

Wow! What a HUGE melon I ate!!

Fors sat in the chair, and the familiar feeling of exhaustion surged into his heart across thousands of years, just like a late-night contestant who had just been woken up and was still confused, but was suddenly given a steel tickler and asked to cross the line of fire to save the world immediately.

What happened to the promise of "sleeping is a vacation"? What happened to the promise of "everything will be fine as long as you have a good sleep"?

How come so many terrible things happened just after the restoration!

An engineer who doesn’t want to be an astronaut isn’t a good Abraham, right!

And what is your [Divine Punishment] plan? Why does it sound so outrageous?

You want to use a mortal weapon that can silence an angel? Look at it yourself, is this reasonable? It doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it!!

Fors felt his scalp tingling when he heard this.

He became an angel of trouble, specializing in sniping mythical creatures, and brought bad luck upon himself; he smashed the evil Abraham, and the group's employees committed suicide in large numbers, and brought bad luck upon himself.

How come no matter how I look at it, I'm the one who suffers in the end!

Moreover, you have a little astronaut who defected with a mission, a defected angel with different opinions, and this plan that sounds like pure bragging, how come so many troubles all come together?

Synthesis is a big hassle, right?

Fool, how could things turn out so horribly?

Fors was still sitting upright in front of the computer desk, but her heart was already screaming like crazy. She wanted to cover all the troubles with a big blanket and have a good sleep. She even wanted to just lie down on the chair and complain, but considering her image, she gave up and continued to sit on the soft chair pretending to type seriously. It was better to be reserved.

Complaints are complaints, but they are just complaints. There is absolutely no intention to escape or shirk responsibility. Fors understands his responsibilities and position. When the overall situation is unclear, the best option is to stay put and follow orders. Besides, protecting Abraham is his responsibility, but now it has changed its form.

After being restored to health, Fors regained her memory and extraordinary power, but under the constraints of the seal, she, like the other members of the Tarot Club, only had the ability of Sequence Four in her normal state. If she wanted to exert the ability of Sequence Two or even Sequence One, she would have to pay a huge spiritual price.

However, according to Mr. Gehrman's estimation, he might be able to perform at a slightly higher level than others at this stage. This might be because he was one of the few Sequence Ones in the Tarot Club. Leonard, Emlyn, and Gehrman were all currently sealed Sequence Twos.

Fors stuck out her tongue. Even though she already knew Mr. World's real name was Klein Moretti, she was still more used to calling him Gehrman. Whenever she called him by other names, Fors would feel a subtle psychological discomfort when looking at his face, whether it was Gehrman or not, as if she were a dismembered elephant doll calling the murderer "Sweetheart".

I was sweating profusely.

...No, I remember that Germann had already reached Sequence One before the Sky Curtain War. Why did he become a sealed Sequence Two after being resurrected?

…It’s better not to think too much about this question. Mr. Fool must have given me a difficult and special task… People like me just need to follow orders and do their best…

Thinking of this, Fors suddenly realized something.

...Mortal weapons associated with extraordinary silence...

...St. Julie's Church?

During the Sky Curtain War, St. Julie's Church became an important strategic facility of the Church of the Night. There was a special tactic, which was to drag some extraordinary creatures into the influence range of St. Julie's Church, and then when the extraordinary silence took effect, use huge equivalent ordinary weapons to bombard those extraordinary creatures to death. Enemies who died in this tactic had no chance of resurrection, and even the extraordinary characteristics that were extracted were completely wiped out.

And St. Julie's Church is inextricably linked to Mr. Fool.

...This should be a deal between Mr. Fool and the Goddess of Night...Then could it be that Mr. Fool was behind the establishment and development of the [Heavenly Punishment] plan...

Fors took a breath.

Mr. Fool is so terrifying!

Although I don't know what exactly happened, I'll just praise it in my heart and get away with it.

A small fleshy hand gently pulled the corner of Fors's clothes. She finally came to her senses from eavesdropping on the Abraham Channel and looked down.

The baby, who was less than one year old, was looking at her with a puzzled look.

BB Tesla.

Now, Fors is the little guy's nanny.

It was hard to judge whether the twins, Sander and Shining, were stupid or just had bad luck, as they put an Abraham executive like me in such an important position. Now, in addition to Abraham, I could also monitor Tesla's news.

One person, one post, two jobs.

No, plus the writing work, it would probably take three or four jobs…

The little baby pulled the corner of Lafors's clothes again.

It is not easy to take care of a child, and it is even more difficult to take care of a "mechanic" who is born with Sequence 6. As the product of the Shining's superfluous extraordinary characteristics, although BB cannot speak, she is extremely smart and many small details cannot escape her eyes. When taking care of her, Fors has to pay more attention to her words and deeds, so as not to be caught by this cunning little girl.

"Are you sleepy, little one? Do you want me to put you to sleep?"

Hearing this, BB obediently climbed back to the stroller along the desk and looked at Fors expectantly.

Fors sighed and moved the stroller next to her seat.

After getting her memories back, Fors had been thinking seriously about what to do with her current career. After thinking it over, it seemed that returning to the track of writing novels was the best option. She was going to start writing some introductions and outlines and send them to "Tile Reading Newspaper" or other novel websites for submission, but because of the recent running-in with BB, she had no time to think about it.

Looking at BB's sparkling eyes, Fors felt a little emotional.

Unexpectedly, the first reader of the new novel was a baby.

"But I don't have any stories to tell you right now. How about I make up some ghost stories for you?"

BB kept nodding his head up and down.

"Then I'll start telling you. Don't take it seriously. It's just a made-up bedtime story. Any similarities are purely coincidental."

BB nodded eagerly.

Fors, who has not yet started writing a novel, has an empty reserve of stories in her head. There are no ready-made new novels to tell bedtime stories, so she simply gives up and tells whatever she has.

"In Backlund's underground city, there is a man named Gehrman who sells sleeping pillows. He has the best sleep in the entire underground city. But the pillows he sells are always stained with blood because he likes to kill people in his dreams, especially those poker-faced detectives who like to dig the ground..."