Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 529 Asking for help
After two seconds of silence, Hermoshuin turned his gaze to Klein and said with a slight smile:

"Your Highness, it's time for me to say goodbye. The lifespan of this body has come to an end."

"Yeah." Klein kept Gehrman Sparrow's expressionless expression and just nodded slightly.

Turning halfway, Hermoshuin suddenly turned sideways again, turned back to look at Klein and said:

"In the prophecy of 'Yellow Light', the great master above the spiritual world is one of the variables of the doomsday, and I met you now that the doomsday is approaching, which makes me more convinced of your identity."

"Although I'm not sure whether you are really the great master of the spiritual world, the characteristics of you are worthy of letting me come over to express my friendship and make a certain investment."

"Our seven lights in the spiritual world are to a certain extent the embodiment of information in the spiritual world. We are naturally subordinate to the great master in the spiritual world. Your Highness, you can completely trust us."

"Cough~cough~"

Klein was silent for a second and then said:

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Hilarion."

Hermosuin nodded slightly, did not respond, and walked towards the stairs on the side of the corridor with heavy steps.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared from sight that Klein closed the door. He glanced sideways at the prophet clone who had sat back at the small round table. He said thoughtfully:

"Ever since the incident with Admiral Amyrius last time, I have been wary of the 'Mother Tree'. At that time, I took the opportunity of playing the role to change my identity and evade it for a while. But 'Orange Light' Hilarion came to remind me specially. Be careful with the 'Mother Tree', I always think things won't be that simple."

"He was controlled by people from the Rose School before, and the Rose School is a force that believes in the 'Mother Tree'. Does he know something?"

The prophet was half leaning on the wooden chair, half holding the ceramic coffee cup in his right hand, and tapping the rim of the cup lightly with his index finger:
"There is a high probability that, just like what Hermoshuen said just now, I can get the manuscript of the second-generation difference engine from him after he returns to the spirit world. There is no need for 'Yellow Light' Venitan to ask me to come now. Get it from him."

Klein's expression suddenly became solemn. It made "Yellow Light" Venetan call Al's clone over, indicating that he was determined to rely on my own ability to survive this attack safely.

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head curiously and looked at the prophet's clone and said:

"Aren't you a 'prophet'? What can you predict?"

The prophet clone shrugged and said:
"The 'alien' path also has the ability to counter divination and prophecy. I can't find anything about that kind of personal interference."

"I had already made a prophecy before I came here. I could feel the danger, but I couldn't see any more information."

"But my presence in Bayam is inherently dangerous. With Storm's violent personality, once he notices me, God will definitely not be lenient when it comes to punishment."

After a pause, he said as if he could see what Klein was thinking now:

"It should be too late for you to escape now. The road will only be more dangerous. There is also the possibility of interference in the spirit world travel. It is better to stay here. The Church of Storms has strengthened the power stationed in Bayam. If necessary, they can be involved. .”

You are really skilled. Klein's mouth twitched slightly, he paused, and asked curiously: "By the way, why do you like to trick the Church of Storms so much?"

"On the sea, the most powerful one is the Church of Storms, and the Extraordinaries in the storm's path are easily angered." The prophet's clone spread its hands with an expression that said there was nothing I could do about it.

"You're right." Klein sighed noncommittally in a low voice.

Then he walked heavily towards the desk leaning against the wall, picked up the pen on the table and began to write a letter to be sent to Azik.

He briefly described his encounter with "Orange Light" Hilarion, and finally focused on the other party's behavior of reminding him to be careful of the "Mother Tree", as well as his own speculation.

After putting down the pen, he took out the Azik copper whistle from his arms, brought it to his mouth and blew it while tearing the paper on which he wrote the letter from his notebook.

On the floor of the hotel room, bones spewed out like a fountain, forming a tall skeleton messenger in mid-air.

Klein folded the letter he had just torn off and handed it to the other party. After taking the letter, the Bone Messenger quickly disintegrated and turned into numerous bones and rushed into the spirit world.

"Why does it look like it's running away?" Klein looked at the prophet's clone who was sitting aside and making no movements with some confusion.

"Maybe the way I looked at it just now was too wanton and scared the messenger." The prophet's clone looked at the place where the bone messenger disappeared and said calmly.

Klein nodded and said nothing more. He quickly took out the adventurer's harmonica he used to summon the messenger lady and played it.

Silently, Renette Tinichole with blond hair and red eyes, holding four heads, appeared in the room.

The prophet clone looked at the four heads and eight eyes held by the messenger lady for a while, and then looked away unnaturally.

Reinette Tinichole looked around, finally looked at Klein, and said one by one:

"No." "Letter"

A smile appeared on Klein's face, and he took out a gold coin from his pocket and handed it over:
"I won't send a letter this time. I have something to discuss with you. This is the summoning fee."

The head held by Reinette Tinichole suddenly reached forward and bit into the gold coin. The two heads that had not spoken before spoke:

"whats the matter."

Klein tried to act more sincerely and said:

"I may encounter some dangers from the Rose School of Thought recently. I hope to be able to call you for help then, okay?"

Reinette Tinichole's four heads all looked at the prophet's clone who was half-reclining on the wooden chair to one side. She rolled her scarlet eyes and said:

"He is." "Demigod." "Why." "Find me." "I am still wanted by the Church of Storms. If I still blatantly conflict with people on the Rhoside Islands, the divine punishment of Storm may fall at any time."

The eight eyes of Reinette Tinichole's four heads rolled around in their sockets, as if accepting this explanation, her four heads spoke in turn:

"Yes." "Pay." "Ten thousand coins." "Gold coins."

Ten thousand pieces! That's ten thousand pounds!

Klein opened his mouth and said with a bit of toothache: "I don't have that much money now."

"You" "can." "Instalments." "Pay."

Klein turned his head slightly and glanced at the prophet's clone who was still drinking coffee. There was a hint of condemnation in his eyes. Did Ms. Messenger learn this from you?
The prophet clone shrugged and spoke before Klein nodded:

"There will be saints and even angels coming from the Rose School. We can also take this opportunity to help you hunt down one or two saints and get back part of your body."

The four heads held by Renette Tinichole looked at him with stern eyes at the same time. In the scarlet eyes, the repressed desire flowed materially, and the aura on her body suddenly became extremely intense. There is a sense of oppression.

This state lasted for less than two seconds. She regained control of her aura, and her four heads spoke in turn:

"Yes." "If." "Success." "No charge."

The prophet clone nodded slightly and said: "I also called the angels from the Moss Ascetic Order to come over and help. If I want to take advantage of the chaos to kill a saint in a sneak attack, there is still a high probability of success."

Reinette Tinichole said no more. The four heads she held nodded simultaneously and disappeared into the hotel room.

After the messenger lady left, Klein immediately asked:

"When did you notify the angels of Moss Trappist Order? And what happened to Miss Messenger's body?"

"Now." As the prophet's clone spoke, he grasped the void in front of him with his right hand and pulled out a piece of light yellow paper from the spirit world.

"Reinette Tinichole was the leader of the Temperance Faction of the Rose School. Later, due to the birth of Si'a, a civil war broke out in the Rose School, and she also fell under the siege of Si'a and other senior officials."

"But she should have made certain preparations in advance and was resurrected in a special state in the spiritual world."

"Her 'ancient evil' body was divided into many pieces and sealed in the saints of the Rose School's indulgent faction."

While speaking, he picked up a pen at the desk and quickly wrote down a few Dutan words, then folded the letter and threw it into the spirit world.

A clicking sound suddenly sounded, and a piece of white paper spit out from the radio receiver that Klein had put aside.

He was busy thinking about it, taking notes and translating the contents of the telegram with the help of his code book.

The prophet clone glanced sideways, relying on his own memory to directly translate the contents of the telegraph signal in his mind:
"I see you."

"The universal encryption method is still used. People from the Rose School of Thought do have some brains, but not much."

While sighing, his inspiration produced some subtle premonitions, and his eyes naturally darkened, lost focus, and became covered with a thick layer of silvery white.

In this state, the world in his eyes became extremely chaotic and blurry, as if there were countless visions piled up.

In these visions, countless colors flow, seeming to correspond to the various desires in the human heart. They are stacked and deformed layer by layer.

Not long after, a tree with a weird and twisted posture appeared. The branches of the tree crown extended upwards with no end in sight, as if it had entered the illusory star world and was connected to a certain place or existence. Together.

thump! thump! thump!
The sound of the violent beating in his heart echoed in his ears, beating with the emotions and desires in his heart.

The prophet's clone only felt a sharp stinging sensation in his eyes, as if a needle had pierced his eyes. His nose felt hot, and gurgling red blood flowed from it.

The state of "prophecy" was passively interrupted. The prophet's clone swayed, and he quickly reached out to hold the table, and then stabilized his body.

He reached out and touched the blood flowing from his nostrils, and bared his teeth and said:

"I saw something I shouldn't have seen. When did my 'prophecy' ability become so strong?"

"What did you see? Is it related to the telegram just now?" Klein asked with concern as he took a towel and handed it over.

Taking the towel from Klein's hand, he wiped the blood from his face and said:
"I accidentally saw a little projection of the 'Mother Tree'. This process was very short, and I only saw a little projection. He probably didn't notice my peek."

"People from the Rose School of Thought should have been searching for you all over the city. Fortunately, Hermosuin's death has mobilized the official forces here. The Rose School of Thought can't be too reckless in its search."

Klein's face darkened, and he couldn't help but suggest:

"How about we leave Bayam now?"

The prophet clone slowly shook his head. He looked at the dark sky outside the window and said calmly:

"When I passed through this spiritual world area before, I noticed some small changes, with a bit of a curse. Obviously, the people of the Rose School have anticipated this possibility and made certain preparations."

"I can leave through the spirit world, but it's not possible to take you with me. I'd better wait for Mr. Azik's arrival."

(End of this chapter)