Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 717 News about Arrodes

With a sigh, Klein leveraged a trace of power from the gray mist and merged it into the dressing mirror in his hand.

Almost in the next moment, the mirror surface began to ripple with light, and golden words in Loen appeared one after another:
"Great and Supreme Master, you have finally come to me!"

"Your humble, loyal, poor servant Arrodes misses you so much!"

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He resisted the urge to throw the dressing mirror in his hand away. He glanced at Renekton and asked casually:
"Where were you taken?"

The golden words on the mirror disappeared, and soon silver words appeared:

"I don't know either. This place is very strange. It's not a normal world. What I can see is very limited."

"Great and supreme master, please come and save me. Horamick Haydon has gone mad. He is now a monster. He actually ate those dangerous seals one bite at a time. If I stay any longer, he will eat me."

Klein frowned slightly. He sensed a hint of tears in Arrodes's answer. This magic mirror with no moral bottom line seemed to be about to cry. If only it had a mouth and could make sounds.

There are not many things that Arrodes cannot see clearly. In addition to the true gods and normal angels, he can even see the crazy Zaratul. Is this related to Horamick's madness? Is it a chain reaction caused by the disappearance of the "God of Steam and Machinery"?
While thinking, he looked at Renekton and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"

Renekton folded his arms and replied, "Use your eyes to see."

Klein choked and lost the desire to complain. After a pause, he stared into Renekton's eyes.

Renekton's light blue eyes became extremely deep, stained with a thin layer of silver, and his eyes were vast, like the sea before a storm.

He borrowed the "prophecy" ability of the "Master of Prophecy" from the astral realm!
In this state, his eyes penetrated the reality and saw the illusory silver river of fate. Through the connection brought by Arrodes, he peeked into the secrets of fate, and pictures emerged in his mind:
Under the dark sky, colorful meteors streaked across the sky. One of them got closer and brighter, and finally hit a steam train parked on the track.

Amid the rumbling sound, the ground continued to shake, the colors became faint and faded, and the steam train quickly faded away as if it was being erased bit by bit by an invisible eraser. The surrounding plants, soil, bricks and rails all disintegrated silently and turned into scattered pieces, leaving only a huge pit in its place.

The picture floated for a moment. In the deep night dotted with stars, an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a clergyman's soft hat walked out of the darkness. He had a very gentle and kind face, but his expression seemed unusually serious.

Behind him, there were several old men who looked exactly like him, except that their attire and temperament were different. They did not look like real people and lacked the necessary agility and vitality.

They carried metal boxes engraved with many complex and strange inscriptions, and boarded a dark steam train that reflected a metallic luster one after another in an orderly manner.

Amid the sound of whistles and steam engines starting, the dark steam train started moving on the silver tracks paved with starlight, heading towards a void starry sky where electromagnetism and gravity were intertwined.

The empty starry sky seen through the "prophecy" continued to expand in Renekton's mind, as if it was going to occupy all his thoughts.

In the haze, he seemed to be in a real starry sky, seeing countless stars, some bright and some dim. They gathered into a dazzling galaxy, intertwined into a nebula that was so magnificent that it was difficult to describe, and grew distorted faces, tentacles and claws.

At the same time, eyes began to look down from the starry sky, looking at the ground, looking at Renekton.

A pair of cold, indifferent, eyelash-less eyes containing countless bright stars appeared behind Renekton.

The next second, his figure suddenly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue formed by countless starlight, and then quickly recovered. All abnormalities disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Klein looked at Renekton, whose expression gradually became serious, and asked, "What did you see?"

Renekton shook his head and did not answer directly. Instead, he said:
"Your mirror will probably not be found for a while. That thing is very fast and dangerous. Even for an angel, facing it directly may be contaminated."

"I am just a small account now. Although I can borrow power from the star realm at any time, it is inconvenient after all. If the opponent deliberately avoids it, I may not be able to catch it quickly."

"It? Isn't it the Archbishop of the Steam Church? Or is it like Arrodes said, has He gone completely crazy and turned into a monster?"

Klein keenly grasped the key point and asked aloud, while looking down at the dressing mirror in his hand, wondering what answer Arrodes would give.

“Great Master, I don’t know what state Horamick Haydon is in now, or what his relationship is with that thing. There are many things that cannot be seen or said. I can only give a hint: all this is related to the starry sky.”

"Great and supreme master, you will save me, right?" It was the starry sky again. As Klein thought about what kind of dangers there were in the starry sky, he suddenly had an intuition of danger. He stopped thinking reflexively and focused on Arrodes' request, no longer thinking about the starry sky.

Seeing the tone of grievance and tears that Arrodes expressed in his words, he sighed and said:

"If there's a suitable opportunity."

"Great master, he is here to find me. I can't stay here any longer. Goodbye, master~. Your loyal servant Arrodes is waiting for your summons at any time."

On the mirror, Loenese words appeared one after another, followed by a little man waving a handkerchief and shedding tears.

This scene lasted for less than a second before it completely disappeared. The abnormal aura on the dressing mirror calmed down and turned back into an ordinary mirror.

Klein sighed, made the dressing mirror in his hand disappear, turned his head to look at Renekton and said:

"I wanted to ask it something, but it seems that the changes that happened to Archbishop Horamick have frightened it."

After a pause, he continued, "When do you plan to go find the archbishop who escaped with the seal? Also, what is the current situation of Intis and Feysac?"

"We're already looking for it. It's hiding on purpose, so we can't find it so quickly."

After giving a simple answer, Renekton walked to the side, and dots of starlight sprinkled down, forming a star-studded high-backed chair behind him. After sitting down, he continued:
"With good preparation, the split of Intis went smoothly. After all, Roselle's popularity in Intis has not faded over time. He is still a legend, and now he is a living legend."

"Some of the middle and high-level members of the Steam Church are willing to follow Bonova and go to the south, some are unwilling to make changes, and some have begun to believe in the 'God of Craftsmen'. 'Steam' has been prepared for this. Even if we lose the war and the church splits, there won't be too many extreme people willing to sacrifice their lives. In order to maintain the stability on the surface, I acquiesce to this situation."

"The treatment of 'Night' is similar to mine, but because the 'God of War' died more thoroughly and did not leave enough backup plans, the Church of the God of War has been completely taken over, and the middle and high-level people who were very devout in their faith have been cleared out. However, the fact that the 'God of War' has been replaced by 'Night' has not been publicized to the people of Feysac."

Klein nodded and sighed, "This is the best option. Now everyone and all forces need to stabilize and it will take some time to recover."

Renekton nodded slightly and said, "Do you have any other questions?"

Klein paused for a moment before asking, "Who is the 'Earth Mother Goddess'?"

"It's not hard to guess. He has always been taking care of the blood race, either openly or secretly. Although in the eyes of most people and gods, He just wants to swallow up and control this ancient race."

"Also, the title 'Lord of Crimson' is no longer in the honorific name of 'Goddess of Night'."

As soon as Renekton finished speaking, Klein suddenly realized something and blurted out, "Lilith?"

Silently, the surroundings suddenly became quiet for a moment. On the ground and in the corners of the walls, green sprouts emerged little by little, and the insects hiding underground also crawled out one after another.

A hidden gaze came from the star realm, glanced, and then retracted.

Gu~~
Klein's throat bulged as he swallowed the saliva that unconsciously secreted from his mouth. Although it was only for a moment, he clearly felt the terrifying gaze coming from an infinitely high altitude, and it seemed as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

"Next time before you say these names, remember to give yourself a layer of secrecy."

After giving a warning, Renekton's figure faded and decomposed into streams of information, flowing into the distance and disappearing from Klein's sight.

"Poor Arrodes, I hope this mirror that tries so hard to please me won't be eaten before I find the Archbishop of the Steam Church."

Looking at Renekton's disappearing figure, Klein sighed softly, then turned around and disappeared into the shadows on the corner of the street.

The rumbling sound of wheels rubbing against the rails continued to echo, and dim, mottled light and shadows shone into the interior of the carriage through the glass windows, dimly illuminating the simply furnished carriage.

On the wooden table fixed at the bottom of the carriage, there is an ancient silver mirror with a strange pattern quietly placed. On both sides of the mirror are black gems decorated as "eyes", which appear vivid, vaguely revealing an anxious mood, as if looking around nervously.

(End of this chapter)