Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 716 Celebration
"Emperor!" Cattleya was slightly surprised and bowed to greet him.

Roselle nodded slightly, and Cattleya's gesture of greeting was naturally stopped by him. Then he greeted her like an elder:
"You don't have to be so polite. You must be Cattleya, right? I often hear Bernadette mention you."

"You are more stable than she described. You are already a 'Master of Prophecy' at such a young age. When I was your age, I had just been promoted to 'Mystic Scholar'."

Then he turned to look at Frank and said with a smile:
"You are right. The greening of this city is indeed a problem. Neither I nor that 'Evangelist' has the authority over life. We cannot make this city full of flowers and trees."

Frank was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the topic to suddenly shift to himself, and he didn't expect that what he just said was heard by Emperor Roselle, who had become a true god.

Frank swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt stuttering. He explained somewhat helplessly:

"Lo, Emperor Roselle, I was just speaking casually. Just like Nina said, not everyone likes an environment full of plants."

Russell shook his head and smiled:
"Relax, don't be so nervous, this is just a projection. Come and see the reckless little girl that Bernadette mentioned."

"There is nothing wrong with what you said just now. Appropriate green embellishment will make people happy physically and mentally, and it will also make the city more livable. If you have any ideas, you can provide some suitable plant seeds to help improve the environment of this city."

No, he didn't. Cattleya opened her mouth but didn't say it in the end. She was a little worried that Frank's aesthetic would turn this "God-given city" into a mushroom city.

I will talk to Frank when I get back and ask him to show me the seeds before providing them. Although his mushrooms are unlikely to cause large-scale mutations in such a place, he himself may be arrested as a terrorist.

"Someone's coming again." Roselle whispered to himself, then turned to look at Cattleya and said:

"You can go closer to the Town Hall Square. There are more novel and interesting things there."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure merged into the city and into the underlying rules like a shadow.

After Russell's figure completely disappeared for a while, everyone on the Future breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and sighed:

"I never thought that one day I would be able to see the living, no, the real Emperor Roselle, and even have a conversation with him."

"Shit, you didn't even dare to say a word just now, and your legs were shaking so much that you almost peed your pants."

"I have decided. I want to change my beliefs. Compared to the 'Lord of Storms', a legendary figure like Emperor Roselle is more worthy of my faith and worship!"

Ignoring the noisy pirates around her, Nina patted her chest, which was a bit too big, and let out a long breath:

"I was so scared. Emperor Roselle acted so kind, but I couldn't control my heartbeat. The feeling was more terrifying and depressing than facing the monsters in the deep sea."

Cattleya nodded slightly and explained calmly:
"Even if it's just a projection, your status won't diminish. If you were a 'lawyer', you would be able to feel more, and you might have fainted on the spot."

At this point, Cattleya remembered that there was a cat of the "Sheriff" path on her ship as an adjacent path, and Pas might also be able to sense some auras that ordinary Beyonders could not sense.

While thinking, she looked around worriedly, looking for Pas, and finally saw Pas lying motionless under a metal lamppost at the corner of the street.

The "Master of Prophecy"'s spiritual intuition allowed her to immediately determine Pas's condition; it had been frightened unconscious.

On the other side of the city, Roselle, who had just disappeared, appeared in a magnificent palace, sitting on the high-backed chair at the top.

"Those little guys are really cute. They believed me when I said I was just a projection."

Muttering to himself, he suddenly reached forward and pulled at nothing.

One after another, figures, some confused, some calm, appeared out of thin air. They were directly transferred here by Roselle from various places in the city.

Klein, who maintained his image as Gehrman Sparrow, was stunned for a moment, holding a string of candied haws that he had obtained from a street shop.

Fortunately, there was no such thing as candied haws in this world, otherwise my image as a cold-blooded adventurer would have been ruined.

After muttering to himself, he looked around calmly and found many familiar figures in the hall:
There was the headmistress of the Night Monastery, Ms. Arianna, a vampire with blood-red eyes, a bishop of the Earth Church who was as tall as a half-giant, an old man wearing the robe of a priest of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" Church, the "Queen of Mystery" Bernadette, and even the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros under the seat of the "True Creator".
Russell, who was sitting at the top, raised his right hand and spoke in a deep and majestic tone:

"Since you are here, you are friends. Please take a seat."

As he finished his words, chairs appeared out of thin air on both sides of the hall, filled with fruits, cakes and drinks, as if they had all been prepared long ago.

Klein glanced around and finally chose the position to Arianna's left.

After sitting down, he turned sideways and nodded gently to the other party, saying, "Long time no see, Ms. Arianna." "Long time no see, Mr. Sparrow."

Arianna nodded slightly and replied, not confused by Klein's current appearance.

Sure enough, the disguise of the "Faceless Man" had no effect in the eyes of this secret angel. Also, the Church of Evernight itself has trained fortune tellers, and the goddess was once a servant of the "Destruction Wolf", so she was very familiar with this disguise ability.

While he was thinking, he saw the vampire with blood-red eyes and a strong breath of life sitting on his left.

Before I could even think of how to greet him, the other person spoke first:

"German Sparrow? You are indeed a follower of the Fool. To be more precise, a follower of the Fool."

"I am Feodor, the Duke of Red Moon of the Blood Clan. I am here to participate in this celebration initiated by the Black Emperor and the Hermit, on behalf of the Blood Clan and the First Ancestor."

Klein maintained Gehrman Sparrow's cold expression and nodded slightly without saying anything.

No wonder there were no royal families from Loen and Feysac, nor any church members from the Eternal Sun and the Lord of Storms among the people who showed up here. The so-called celebration was essentially a celebration banquet.

As his thoughts were floating, he saw Roselle, who was at the top of the table, standing up from the high-back chair. In his hand, he had a crystal wine glass filled with crimson liquid, which he raised to everyone present.

"This cup celebrates our victory!"

The celebration in Myris lasted until the early morning of the next day, when everyone dragged their tired bodies back to the hotel and the assigned rooms. This was not the end, as the festival for ordinary people was still going on. As a compensation after the war, the celebration would last for a total of five days, allowing everyone to completely relax and forget the sorrow brought by the war.

Klein yawned as he took the ferry back to the port of Russell. Although he was already a Sequence 3 Saint, he was still not used to this kind of life of staying up late to drink and celebrate.

After leaving the port, he randomly found an empty street and prayed to himself, and he prayed to himself, and left South Intis and returned to Backlund.

Feeling the serious and depressed atmosphere of this city, Klein felt as if he had suddenly woken up from a dream.

"In fact, this is the reality of this world. The joy and excitement of Myris is just a superficial appearance, an explosion after long-term repression. When the celebration is over and they return to their empty homes, their hearts will settle down again."

Renekton's voice suddenly echoed, and his figure was outlined beside Klein. He looked at the desolate and dilapidated capital of Ten Thousand Capitals, Backlund, and sighed in a low voice.

Klein glanced at Renekton and asked with some doubt:
"If it's just a symptom, then why spend so much manpower and resources to hold a five-day celebration instead of taking the time to recover from the war?"

Renekton smiled and replied, "People always need some laughter to live. They need to laugh or cry to forget their worries and sorrows. Of course, the most important thing is that the war has not spread to Intis."

Klein nodded slightly, sighed, and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Renekton said without any fluctuation in his tone:

"Horamic Hayden, head of the Backlund Diocese of the Steam Church, archbishop, and member of the Pre-Divine Council."

"He disappeared after the God War in the Star Realm ended. Lost with him were the sealed objects above level 2 stored in the basement of the Backlund Steam Cathedral, as well as the various data files kept by the church."

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of a mirror that had always been trying to please him.

Renekton added at the right moment: "Among the seals taken away by Horamic Hayden, there was also your bootlicker, 'Magic Mirror' Arrodes."

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a point to refute, so he had to ask:
"Can you find the Archbishop of the Steam Church?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" Renekton asked back, tilting his head.

"Ok."

Klein sighed and nodded. He reached out and took out a dressing mirror that he had touched before from the gap in history. He drew a symbol on the mirror that was a mixture of "secret" and "voyeurism".

As the symbol is outlined, no changes occur on the mirror surface.

"Arrodes is no longer in Backlund."

(End of this chapter)