Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1097 Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun
In a brightly lit office inside the main factory building of the "Black Bear Cannery" which has been expanded several times.

Sherman, wearing a grey dress that outlines her nice figure, is calculating this month's accounts at her desk. Not far away from her, Leonard Mitchell, wearing a shirt and vest with the hem of his clothes sticking out, is leisurely reading a newspaper, waiting for Sherman to finish her work for the day.

Apart from the two of them, there were no other staff members in the office. The entire factory stopped working in the afternoon. Except for a few guards on night duty, all the workers had gone home early.

Even with the material supply from Bayam, this factory has been under-utilized recently... Leonard put down the newspaper and moved his eyes around the empty office, finally stopping at Sherman's long brown hair and the elegant curve from neck to shoulder.

"It will be done soon. The work time this month is less than half of the previous time. The accounts are not large."

As if she sensed Leonard's gaze, the "joyful" witch, who was the "boss" of several factories but still liked to check the accounts herself, raised her head and looked over here, smiled and said.

"It doesn't matter. I get more excited as the night goes on."

Leonard waved his hand in response, and immediately realized that his words were somewhat ambiguous, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Besides this canning factory, are other factories belonging to you facing the same problem?"

He was referring to other food plants Sherman had acquired at Angell's direction.

"It's all about the same. The shipping route from Bayam to Backlund has been attacked many times by the navies of Intis and Feynaport. Its efficiency is much lower than before. The prices of other raw materials in the market have increased several times, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them... It may not be long before all production, except for the part that supplies the army, will stop due to the shortage of raw materials."

Sherman sighed and replied. She was not worried about the factory's profits, but felt that if the factory stopped working completely, the workers would lose their source of income and fall into despair.

Her thoughts were a little confused, so she simply closed the account book and turned to look at Leonard. Her round but perfectly matched face was full of worry.

"Are you going to the front soon?"

she asked.

Leonard hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"I have digested my 'Spiritual Witch' and am waiting for the promotion notice from the Holy Temple. It may take a month or two, or even next week... Once I complete the promotion and become a demigod, it will be unlikely that I will continue to stay in Backlund."

Dunn and Daly, whom he knew, had already left for Winter County to resist the invasion of the Feysac Empire and the Church of the God of War.

Maybe one day I will receive news of their sacrifice. Although there is no official notification from the church, the names of several senior deacons have not appeared in internal information for a long time. They may have died on the front line... Some dark emotions continued to grow in Leonard's heart.

In order to adjust his mood, he continued to ask:

"What about you? How's the potion role-play going?"

The two of them had officially confirmed their relationship for half a year, and they were no longer embarrassed by such topics. Upon hearing this, Sherman had a puzzled expression on her face and said:
"I have almost digested the 'joy' potion. This is a bit strange. According to Miss Angelica and Miss Triss, the role should be more difficult at this stage, but my digestion is going very smoothly."

This should be attributed to me... Leonard couldn't help but straighten his back. Just as he was about to make a few comments, he heard the teasing voice of Pales:
“The effectiveness of role playing lies in the intensity of the feedback, which has a lot to do with the sequence and character of the role playing target.”

Sequence? I’m only a Sequence 5… Leonard turned his head with some doubt in his heart, wanting to ask more subconsciously, but then he realized that Sherman in front of him didn’t know that there was a “thief” angel parasitizing in his body…

Hmm? The thief's angel... both his status and sequence are much higher than Sherman's... He suddenly understood what Pales meant, and his expression became a little embarrassed.

Although Palles admitted that he could only obtain Leonard's vision and hearing, and use his spiritual sense to sense the abnormalities around him, and promised to close his senses at certain times so as not to "disturb" their relationship, Leonard had a weird feeling when he thought that there was an angel over 2,000 years old in his body when he was being honest with Sherman.

Just when he didn't know how to respond to Sherman's words, Pales' serious warning suddenly came:
"There are Beyonders nearby... preparing to invade your subconscious."

what?
Leonard suddenly stood up from the sofa and reached for the talisman in his pocket.

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In this God-forsaken place that is always dark with occasional flashes of lightning, Klein holds a lantern in one hand and reaches into the air with the other, pulling out Angel's projection from the mist of history and placing her in front of him.

Her purple eyes under her light golden bangs looked forward blankly, then blinked after a moment and regained their former liveliness.

At the other end of the God-Forsaken Land, Angel, who had just arrived at the abandoned giant village from the altar of Sona Island, hid himself in the mirror world and descended here with the help of the connection between historical projection and mirror substitute.

Looking around, Angel's eyes stopped on a gray-white mist less than a hundred meters in front of the two of them.

The fog, which rose vertically like a high wall, extended to the farthest point as far as the eye could see on both sides and reached the sky above, as if there was no end. Even the lightning that flashed from time to time stopped in front of it.

After squinting his eyes and observing for a while, he found that the fog was in a solidified state. It just looked like gray fog, but it was actually no different from a barrier. Angel asked in confusion:

"Is this the 'fog wall' you mentioned that separates the Western Continent from the God-Forsaken Land?"

Klein nodded and introduced:
"I tried walking hundreds of kilometers to both sides, but the fog wall didn't change at all. Digging down or flying up was the same. I couldn't penetrate it using abilities like 'Open Door'. Even if the fog was cleared, there was still more fog behind it.

"I think this is essentially a mystical seal that cannot be circumvented in space using conventional methods."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed in the air several times in a row, and finally summoned the projection of the "Star Staff", a level 0 sealed object formed by the characteristics of the "Planeswalker", and outlined in his mind the lightning storm that the "Storm Lord" had seen before and cast at Amon.

The "Star Staff" immediately materialized thick lightning bolts that spanned the sky and earth, and struck the barrier formed by the gray fog with a force that even Angel was a little wary of. However, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and did not cause the solidified fog to undergo even the slightest change.

Angel originally came to the God-Forsaken Land to discuss the matter of "traversers" with Klein, but when she saw that lightning that could kill a saint could not shake the fog wall, she immediately became interested. She asked Klein to stay away, and she communicated with the special mirror world formed by the "City of Disaster". She used the mirrors placed in the underground mausoleum of Morola to summon the projection of the "Salinger Blood Flag", and let this blood-stained flag representing war fly in the God-Forsaken Land where there has been no war for thousands of years.

With the unique arrival of the "Red Priest", invisible and colorless flames emerged all around. This flame that could burn all tangible matter was restrained by Angel's side, making her figure become illusory in the high temperature air, as if it was in another world.

Then, Angel's gaze penetrated the invisible flames beside him and fell on the gray-white fog wall in front of him. With the help of the status of the seal in his hand, he brought it an irresistible "disaster".

With her gaze as the center, the gray-white mist completely solidified into a stone wall with a mottled surface and quickly spread to the surroundings. Soon, the fog within a radius of 100 meters was completely petrified. The fog could no longer maintain balance and fell in front of Angel like a mountain collapse.

As parts of the fog wall suffered a "disaster", the entire wall began to tremble slightly, and it seemed that it was about to collapse due to partial structural imbalance.

But soon, the endless thick fog behind the large gap in the fog surged out from the depths and filled the gap that had suffered the "disaster". The entire fog wall no longer had any gaps and returned to its previous calm.

It seems that the power of Sequence 1 is powerless. I even suspect that those true gods who came here were unable to open the barrier to the Western Continent. Otherwise, after thousands of years, gods would have entered that area and found the essence they needed. I am afraid that only the truly complete essence power, or the power of the "Old Days", has a chance to break this fog wall, but most of the essence is locked inside, which is a dead end... Angel curled his lips regretfully, waved his hand to wipe out the projection of the "Salinger Blood Flag", and the flames beside him also disappeared.

Klein, who was watching from the side, gave him a look that said, “See, I told you it can’t be opened.”

I'll deal with you after I finish my work... She muttered to herself as she and Klein left the area where countless petrified gray fogs had collapsed and came to a city with lights burning all around and its outline looming in the darkness.

"That's what I call 'Moon City'. It's a city-state that survived the catastrophe just like Silver City. But Silver City has 'Black-Faced Grass' and doesn't need to eat deformed monsters or endure the erosion and crazy accumulation of toxins. But Moon City can't..."

Klein slowly introduced the findings of his explorations in the surrounding area over the past few days, his tone somewhat dull.

In the picture he drew, Angel also felt the pain that had weighed on this city and its residents for more than three thousand years. He understood why Klein had stayed here for so long, helping the residents of Moon City to heal their injuries, expel toxins, and calm their madness.

Finally, Klein's tone became a little more relaxed, and he continued:
"Fortunately, I also gained a lot in the process of helping Moon City. The 'Dark Demon Wolf' I was looking for once came nearby and picked up something. This allowed me to get a glimpse of its movement pattern and have a preliminary hunting plan... In addition, Moon City was originally a stronghold established by the 'Ancient Sun God' to guard this fog wall. For thousands of years, the residents tried to worship the gray fog as a god and held various rituals. In the process of constantly modifying the honorific name and rituals, I got some feedback.

"I reproduced the ritual according to their plan, and indeed heard a faint voice coming from the fog..."

At this point, Klein hesitated, but after a moment he still said a short sentence in Chinese:
"...Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Then, he translated the title into Loenese, of course, making a slight modification so that it did not become "The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."

Otherwise, this will directly point to the "Fool", to myself... He looked at Angel, who was first stunned by the unfamiliar Chinese sentence, and then fell into deep thought after translating it himself, muttering to himself.

But the next second, the other party's answer made him stunned:
“Klein, is there a possibility that this phrase ‘Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun’…” she said in Chinese, which was still a little difficult to pronounce even after learning it for half a year, “…refers to Mr. Fool?”

The back of Klein's head instantly went numb, and then the feeling spread along his spine to all parts of his body, causing tiny bumps to appear on his skin.

Using the Joker's ability to control his limbs to maintain his calm on the surface, Klein frowned slightly and asked in a low voice as if he was worried that Mr. Fool would hear him:
"Why do you think so?"

Angel also subconsciously lowered his voice and said carefully:

"Because some of the information involves the pollution of the 'Starry Sky', I can't say it for the time being, but this 'Tianzun' is related to the seal of the Western Continent, and that seal is most likely this fog wall."

She pointed to the gray fog in the distance that was almost invisible but still lit up by lightning.

"In addition, a poor man who was once sealed by the Heavenly Venerable also personally pointed out that this Heavenly Venerable has mastered the source essence of Sefirah Castle, and is shameless, cunning, cruel, and likes to fool others..."

Ah, shameless, cunning, cruel, me?
Klein was almost stunned, but then he realized that the "poor man" was not referring to himself, the "fool", but the one who controlled Sefirah Castle before, the real "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

This was also the judgment he made after hearing the prayers in the fog wall.

But I couldn't explain this to her, otherwise it would involve too many problems, especially since her mirror image asked me to become a miracle worker first before considering the "showdown"... Klein's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was constantly surging.

In the end, he could only ask in a deep voice:

"Do you think this describes Mr. Fool?"

"My mirror image asked me the same thing, but I don't think so."

Angel answered honestly.

Thank you, Angel's mirror image... Klein expressed his gratitude to the "Angel" who seemed to be somewhat hostile to him but always helped him at critical moments. He nodded and said:

“Is this the reason why you didn’t let Mr. Fool take us up into the gray fog, but instead came directly to the God-Forsaken Land to meet and communicate?”

"You were the one who brought up this topic first," Angel muttered in a low voice, "The reason I didn't dare to communicate on the gray fog was because of another topic, the topic about the goddess of night..."

Her voice became lower and lower, almost like a whisper.

"...I suspect that the goddess is a 'time traveler' from an old era, just like us."

There is a chance of a breakdown at night.

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(End of this chapter)