Chapter 254: Today, Tuesday
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"Did the Grim Reaper come looking for you?"
The real creator's squinting eyes were slightly open, noncommittal.
Edward intrigued in prayer:
"I see that her fate has suddenly had some limited intersection with yours, and it seems that you may not have agreed to her request."
The True Creator bowed: "That's right, the Grim Reaper came to ask if I would be willing to support her to become the Eternal Darkness if she protected humanity." β
"I think it's a good deal."
Edward used nail clippers to trim his manicure, and used the metal piece to polish the frizzy parts of the nails finely: "It doesn't really matter who the eternal darkness is. To tell you the truth, I see that you are interested in continuing to strive to become God, and it just so happens that you are more determined, and I don't mind helping you, selling you some favors, and counting on you to add a few nails to God's coffin board. It's not that you're not sure of returning, and the end of the universe is far from coming, so do you still need to let an old day participate in the battle of the end? β
Every time I hear the outer gods talk about the end of the world in an outsider's voice, the real Creator finds it very strange.
This is a life-threatening matter to the earth, but it may seem like a sparse and ordinary joke to the outer gods.
After all, in the starry sky, the convergence of extraordinary characteristics makes countless outer gods constantly meet, fight, die, and devour each other, the starry sky PVP is endless, and the true gods start to be capped in the old days, and there is no end until they are restarted. The so-called "doomsday" is only the "doomsday" from the perspective of the earth.
"The Grim Reaper has been able to take initial control of the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness, and although he has not yet returned to the godhood, he has already made the night and the god of war feel the pressure, and perhaps, they have regretted that they did not kill Thea Eggers together that day." Edward gloated, "Obviously the uniqueness and sequence one are just around the corner, but apparently, they themselves have lost the courage to take a desperate gamble, so they subconsciously think that no one else has either." β
The True Creator calmly said:
"You don't need to say more, I need to observe further...... When are you going to get paid? β
The Fallen King helped her become a god in one step, and even reconnected with the symbol of the ancient sun god, and the true Creator certainly couldn't have thought that this gift was free. Send things first, and then collect payment, it seems that the outer gods have learned a lot of things after being on Earth for so long.
I didn't expect that one day I would be able to experience the feeling of being forcibly bought and sold again, and the heart of the real creator was quite peaceful.
"It's coming."
Edward thought for a moment and said:
"It's a strange possibility lately, it seems that a writer is suggesting that I go to sea, but this hint comes and goes, and it seems to be related to my promotion, and I don't understand what she is thinking."
Ince Zangwill, active along the coast and at sea, seems to have been polluted by demonic pathways and is unable to control his actions. Therefore, although the Church of the Grim Reaper has been contacted, the church is still waiting and watching - this is the information provided by Richard, Edward scratched his head after reading it, she can't remember the name of the pen holder of 0-08, why should she be idle and have nothing to pollute him? Since it wasn't she who polluted, it was someone else who wanted to get Edward Vaughn's attention.
"Hey, ally, maybe that guy has something to do with me, right? I remember that she is still the king of angels, do you want me to find her and tell you directly? Then you should be a dual-path true god, and I will also be a three-way true god by the way, and we will all be one step closer to the goal, and we will all be happy......"
The true Creator hung the prayer.
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The moment he left the strange town and re-entered the spirit realm, Crane was almost moved to tears.
If the time flow in the town is the same as outside, judging by the sky and location outside, it should be around seven o'clock in the morning. After divination, he immediately chose to return to 160 Berlund Street, only to see that the illusion made by the "magic mirror" Arodes was still obediently lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, and it seemed that he had not moved all night, and no one should have bothered him.
It seems that the church has not yet investigated...... This sleeping style is awkward...... Crane secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the figure of "Dawn Dantès" quickly dissipate and degenerate into a palm-sized mirror.
On the surface of the mirror, the water waves floated, and the silver rays soared, condensing one after another Runwen:
"Great Supreme Master, what has happened to you? Your humble and loyal servant Arodes couldn't even sense you before! β
"Nothing." Crane replied perfunctorily.
This made him preliminarily confirm one point, that is, "Magic Mirror" Arodes can't get a glimpse of the things in the misty town, you know, this guy can even show the environment in which Charathu is out of control.
After a simple perfunctory departure of Arodes, he lifted the bed, put on his dressing gown, and then arranged the sacrificial ceremony in the bathroom, and sacrificed all the things that should not have to be to the source fort.
Above the thick gray mist, Crane sat in the first seat and sighed quietly.
"Sequence 0, 'Fool'......"
The moment he saw the name, all the words that the true Creator had said flashed through Crane's mind, and the shock of what he didn't want to accept was better than hearing Zarathu's name come to him.
He felt a strong sense of fatalism in his heart, feeling that everything had been arranged from the very beginning, just like "0-08" did.
"However, these things can also be explained by reasons other than 'fate.'"
"Because of that ritual, I became connected to the mysterious space above the gray mist, and naturally I was affected."
"And the source fort, obviously has a strong relationship with the "soothsayer" path, and the sequence 0 of this path is called "fool", reflecting the reality that if I divinate the current, I will inevitably turn over the "fool" card! β
"In the same way, this led me to use the title 'Fool' in the future."
Crane's fingers tapped on the tabletop, his heart was far less calm than he looked:
"The true Creator seems to have decided that those who possess the 'Source Castle' will surely become gods and save the world. The Source Fort is an item that has a strong occult connection with the 'Fortune Teller' path, and can constantly attract the appearance of 'Fortune Teller'-related items and extraordinary, which means that it will be much easier and faster to obtain materials and potions than those who do not have the 'Source Castle', and if the strength is strong enough, it is indeed possible to become a god. β
From the "Antigonus Family Notes" that appeared in Tingen, to the "Master of Secret Puppets" Rosago who got into trouble as soon as he came to Beckland, he directly obtained all the potion recipes in the early stage, including Sequence 5. The former gave him a direction to explore and get in touch with the history of "soothsayers", while the latter allowed him not to worry about the recipe before Sequence 4.
And now, attracted by fate and occult connections, he travels to the Misty Town to meet the high-level Zarathu...... Crane already fully understands how capable the "Source Castle" really is.
It's simply a super strong magnet that affects the fate of everything around it that is related to the "fortune teller"!
"And what does it mean to save the world?"
Crane's spirit, which has been bombarded with many hints and truths from the real Creator, is already quite strong, and he will no longer be as surprised and desperate as he was when he first learned that "this is the earth", and he will still feel sad and lonely every time he thinks about it afterwards.
Much calmer and more receptive, Crane has been able to properly analyze the information related to his fate.
"Well, the Abraham's spiritual wandering notes have written about the prophecy of the Yellow Light 'Venithan'β"
"Gaze from the stars, the earth torn apart? Calculating the time, it seems that it is indeed nearly fifty years, is this the end of the world? β
Although many doctrines preach the imminent end of the world, they are often only a means of building momentum for their own faith. The sky is falling, there is a tall man on top, and besides, there are seven righteous gods in this world in addition to the evil gods, what doomsday can't resist?
Crane thought for a while, but couldn't come to a conclusion, so he put the matter behind him for the time being, hoping to get further answers from future explorations.
He adjusted his mindset and turned his attention to the harvest of this adventure.
"Sequence 4: Sorcerer.
"Main Material: The Eye of the Sorcering Monster, the True Soul of the Spirit Marauder.
"Auxiliary materials: 200 milliliters of blood from tricky monsters, 30 grams of dust from spiritual marauders, 10 grams of birch bark, a golden vine, and a homemade rubber mask the size of a finger.
"Promotion Ceremony: Relying mainly on his own strength and planning, in front of a large audience, directs a grand play to murder a demigod or equivalent transcendent being, and then, in the closing part of the play, administers a potion."
Crane didn't have time to think about what the ritual meant, and wrote the corresponding sentence underneath the potion recipe.
Then, he summoned a pendulum from the pile of debris, held it in his left hand, and began divination.
It wasn't long before Crane opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant turning clockwise.
This means that the recipe for this "trickster" potion in his hand is correct!
For Zarathu, as long as she opened the door and there was interaction between the inside and the outside, her purpose was achieved. And whoever witnesses the out-of-control 'soothsayer angel' will inevitably die out of control, so it doesn't matter if the recipe is written correctly or wrongly......"
But she wrote it right, and it was a bonus.
Otherwise, Crane would probably have to try his luck at the Aurora Society, or ask for help from other high-level people.
"Since the True Creator came, Will Onsetin has not been very willing to talk to me, and even if she does, it must be in the dream divination carried out in the Source Castle, it seems that she is very careful to avoid the eyes of the real Creator......"
Crane can fully understand, after all, the real creator has no friendship with Will Onsetin, but there is also a "Destiny Angel" Ulorius who is looking for sequence one and uniqueness, and she and Will Onsetin have been fighting for many years.
Crane didn't feel that he had the weight to influence the thoughts of the gods, and even if he did, the final solution would probably be that the true creator would not interfere and let the two snakes of fate compete on their own.
Perhaps, the best ending is for the loser to stay alive.
"Could it be that Will feels the same way, so he keeps in touch with me?" Crane smiled wryly.
After sorting out all his thoughts, he didn't delay any longer and went back to the bathroom.
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In the East Zone, a two-story residential building.
It was almost five o'clock, and Maria sat by the window on the second floor, her eyes fixed on the street in the distance, and the coffee in her hand was already cool.
After a moment, her eyes widened slightly, but then her brow furrowed, and her fingers clenched into fists.
The man sitting across from her picked up a shortbread from his plate and looked out the window:
"They're back?"
"I'm back."
Mary's expression was solemn, and after a few minutes, a middle-aged man with a pale face like a living corpse walked up the stairs quickly, holding a stack of bound papers, and said with a sad face:
"Miss Maria, the port still won't let you go."
Maria took a sip of her cold coffee:
"What's the reason for this time?"
"The reason for this time is...... The Rorsted Islands closed our port of call because of the war on the southern continent and did not pass through. Miss Maria, do you still need to change it? β
Before Maria could speak, Mr. Dark Green Eyes, who was sitting opposite, sneered:
"It's useless. Even if you change the information, when you apply again tomorrow, people can say that the port you modified is also closed, and the day after tomorrow the route is suspended, after all, they are the official, even if it is not closed, it is closed. You can't stop at a private port, can you? β
"The reason last time was that the ship was not up to standard, and last time it was because there was a problem with the identity of the leader, and it dragged on for half a month, and now it is more than six months. They just won't let you go, you can't fight them in the system, and if you continue like this, don't even think about leaving. β
"A few gas bills can be used as proof of identity, and now you have a complete traceable household registration but don't let you go, isn't this deliberately difficult?"
Maria was silent and drank her cold coffee one by one.
The living corpse clutched the document in his hand, and anger appeared in his voice:
"Our identities are all real...... This has been prepared in the government and in the church! But they actually said that we were trying to hide the criminals, threatened us to apply to the West Villas Field or even the church to intervene in the investigation, and even openly demanded bribes from me...... Miss Mary, this is what the church means, right? Because of the chief's business! β
"Bringing your little monsters won't work?"
Gavin's expression on the living corpse became subtle: "It works...... That is, he is the only one who has passed the audit. β
"The church seems to have suddenly remembered that we are members of the Secret Order."
Mary put down her cup and said in a deep voice: "Usually let us move freely just because we are not aggressive, and the organization of the doctrine is also to protect the children and the weak, and to stabilize the people at the bottom and benefit them." β
"Let's not talk about that." Maria looked at Gavin, "How many children are there who are determined to go with us?" β
"Almost all the children of the mixed race and the southern continent are willing, a total of 122 people, and the remaining children are already twelve or thirteen years old, have completed basic literacy and sewing courses, and think they have the ability to earn a living." Gavin replied.
After discussion, the leaders of the Pilgrimage Sect chose to give priority to the removal of children of Southern Continent and Sea blood.
Because under the same conditions, children of Northern Continents are less discriminated against, and they are able to participate in more work, and children from Northern Continents are at risk of going to Southern Continents. And as the war gradually intensifies, the lives of children in the southern continent who are still in the northern continent will also be threatened.
Even in terms of faith, the latter is more flexible.
"I am responsible for the lives of the children, and since they have treated us as dangerous elements, then we will use the methods of dangerous people."
Mary said, "Boats, there are ready-made ones. People, they have long been assembled. As soon as you enter the open sea, the chief can come and answer you. With my strength, it is entirely possible to lead some people to escape, but the situation of the rest will become dangerous. β
She looked at Mr. Z and said generously, "I want to seek help from the Aurora Society." β
Mr. Z said to her with the same cheerfulness, "We're willing to help, we just need one or two seals that can travel through the spirit realm." β
"If it weren't for the fact that the spirit world would have an impact on the child, you could just appear at the designated place in the Southern Continent."
"Thank you for your kindness."
Maria smiled slightly, "I will always remember the help of the Aurora Society, and please thank Your Excellency the Dark Sage for me." β
"You and I don't have to be polite. The Lord has said that to help a friend is to help ourselves. Mr. Z smiled, but then returned to a serious expression, "But this is equivalent to a Level 1 seal, even if I use it, I need to apply for it, and the Dark Sage leaving Beckland with it also needs to report to the higher-ups, you must move quickly, and you also have to consider other cities." I don't have any other work in the afternoon, so why don't you go to the factory with me, and then go through the formalities for withdrawing the seals today. β
"Good. So hard for you. β
Maria also wanted the matter to end sooner, and immediately nodded in agreement. She turned her head and gave Gavin a few words, then stood up and left the East End with Mr. Z for the factory district outside the city.
It was already six o'clock when I arrived at the factory where the Aurora Society belonged, and it was already evening, and the smell of mashed potatoes and beef wafted through the cafeteria.
The workers left the workshop, chatting and laughing with each other and heading to the cafeteria, where Mr. Z and Maria were inconspicuous.
At this moment, Maria's spirit moved, and she suddenly turned her head to look at a strange man with brown hair, blue eyes, and a somewhat arrogant look not far away.
Mr. Z, who was half a beat slower to react, also quickly turned his head.
"It's a friend." He whispered, "The new oracle." β
Maria let her guard down a little, and the stranger looked away. Mr. Z stepped forward and whispered to the stranger:
"Why didn't you notify me before you came?"
"Your Excellency the Sage said that I could report directly to him." Crane looked down at Mr. Z and spoke rather disapprovingly.
Well, the volumetor is amazing. Mr. Z pricked the villain of Crane in his heart, and asked:
"What are you going to do?"
I saw the corners of Mr. X's mouth go up, showing an arrogant and smug smile:
"I'm lucky enough to get a Sequence 4 potion recipe for a pathway and want to see what good things I can get in exchange."
Mr. Z's eyes widened suddenly.
tbc
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Crane: Try some wool.
Skip it here: Leonard realizes that Gelman = Sherlock = Crane and prepares to dig a grave. Kleine participated in the "East Byron Veterans Club" and continued to dump shoddy arms on the southern continent.