Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 735 Negotiation
In a secret manor somewhere in the Abraham family, Lawrence convened the Council of Elders immediately after receiving Fors's reply.

He recounted everything that Fors had described in the letter, and waited for a while before asking:

"What do you think about this matter?"

Verdu Garcia, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, spoke first: "It is worth exchanging two Level 0 Sealed Artifacts for the return of our ancestors."

"What if the other party takes the seal but doesn't fulfill his promise?"

Dorian Gray, who was sitting opposite him, sounded a little hesitant.

Verdu Garcia raised his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Are we qualified to negotiate with such a great being? We can only hope for mercy from the other party."

Lawrence rubbed his forehead, sighed and said, "Vote."

Soon, the Abrahams participating in the Presbyterian Church expressed their attitudes through voting, with all of them in favor and no one opposing.

"It's still the same result. I don't know what you were hesitating about just now." The youngest, Verdu Garcia, shook his head and sighed.

Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace that seemed eternal, Klein looked at the crimson stars rising one after another in the surrounding gray fog, and the prayers of Abraham echoed in his ears.

Their words are very consistent, telling the Fool their wishes.

"It's been less than a day since yesterday's Tarot meeting. It seems that the Abrahams are surprisingly consistent and united in resurrecting their ancestors."

With a low sigh, Klein raised his hand and pulled out Renekton's historical projection from the historical gap, a historical projection of the period when he had just become the "Knowledge Emperor."

As soon as it appeared, the eyes of this historical projection were dull for a moment, and then quickly became vivid and lively.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the crimson ripples that were rippling around him, then he looked at Klein and said,

"Ready?"

Klein nodded gently: "Let's try it."

As he spoke, a fist-sized crystal ball with starlight floating in it flew into his hand.

Holding the crystal ball in his hand, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He reached into the void in front of him and pulled it hard, but nothing happened.

Klein lowered his eyes and reached out his hand again without any emotion, and still nothing happened.

After dozens of attempts, we have still not been able to pull out Mr. "Men"'s historical projection from the historical gap.

Klein sat back in his high-back chair somewhat frustrated and said helplessly:

"I understand the difficulties faced by those 'ancient scholars'. This ability to summon historical projections really depends on your luck, especially when facing the historical projections of angels."

With a sigh, Klein reached out his hand again, grabbing at the void in front of him without any hope. His hand suddenly sank and he felt a force.

Finally succeeded. As he sighed, a figure like the vampire duke in folk legends was pulled out from the gap in history by him.

Mr. Men appears to be a middle-aged man with a stern face. His hair is dark black with a few white hairs mixed in. His blue eyes appear dull and lifeless.

Klein looked at Renekton beside him and said with a smile, "Success."

Renekton nodded and reached out to grab the crystal ball in Klein's hand.

Silently, the originally azure crystal ball disintegrated and turned into a huge and complex illusory torrent of pure information, which merged into the projection of history.

As this extraordinary characteristic that originally belonged to Mr. Men was absorbed by the historical projection and supplemented with the residual promotion mark, the originally dull eyes of this historical projection gained a touch of fresh temperament, but it was just a little bit, not enough to reach the level of awakening itself.

Looking at the result, Klein nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I was a little worried that the spiritual imprint left in the characteristics might be contaminated by the 'Original Moon'."

Renekton nodded and said, "Let's go to the spirit world. I can't use abilities related to uniqueness here."

“Okay.” Klein responded calmly. The “curtain” that evolved from the “Mysterious Servant” characteristic flew to him spontaneously and turned into a black cloak.

The gray mist under my feet suddenly surged up, and layers of bright and intense colors emerged around me. Silently, the surrounding scene was replaced by somewhere in the spiritual world.

At the top of the spiritual world, seven bright lights that seemed to have been lingering there forever suddenly began to flow rapidly, getting closer and closer until they completely enveloped the surroundings, blocking all information exchanges.

Renekton nodded in the direction of the Seven Lights, then looked at the historical projection of Mr. "Door" in front of him. There was a constant glow in his eyes, condensing into one complex and illusory symbol after another.

It was as if a hazy glimmer composed of a vast amount of imaginary things bloomed in Mr. Door's blue eyes, evolving continuously to form a wilderness. Information belonging to Mr. Door was constantly being gathered, spontaneously completing itself.

As time went on, the spiritual imprint left over from the extraordinary characteristics continued to grow, and eventually awakened itself in the historical projection.

".Who is calling me?"

Above the gray fog, dots of grayish-white fluorescence continued to emanate from Klein's body, gathering into an eye carved from black crystal in his hand.

This is a characteristic of the "Fortune Teller" pathway sequence nine to sequence five, a characteristic that Klein's separated body contains.

He did not separate the characteristics above the demigod level. The divinity contained in these characteristics was too strong and would inevitably affect Mr. Men's spiritual imprint.

At the moment the eye took shape, the surrounding gray mist poured into it, filling it, wrapping it, forming a ball of something that kept beating like a heart.
He casually threw the gray heart out, and under the guidance of an invisible force, it smoothly merged into the historical projection body of Mr. "Door".

Deep in the spiritual world, in an area actively shielded by the Seven Lights.

Mr. Door digested the information that was directly poured into his mind and figured out his current state and situation.

He glanced at Renekton with a complicated expression, then looked upwards, his eyes seemed to be able to see Klein above the gray fog through the seven lights.

After a while, He whispered, "'Source Castle', I didn't expect that there is already an owner there, and it's not either Amon or Antigonus."

After a pause, He looked at Renekton again and asked solemnly:

"Why did you save me? What price did Abraham pay?"

Before Renekton could answer, a crudely cut paper figure pierced through the gray fog and floated down from above the spirit world. After getting closer, the paper figure quickly expanded and deformed, transforming into the appearance of Klein.

Mr. Door's eyes were drawn to Klein. He stared at him for a long while before he spoke with some doubt:

"Angel? You can control the 'Source Castle'. Are you the backup left by the former 'Lord of Mysteries'?"

Klein asked casually, "Why not Himself?"

Mr. "Men" looked a little serious, and explained his reasons very seriously:
"If you are really that person, it is impossible for you to remain at the level of Sequence 2 after controlling Sefirah Castle. Even if most of the characteristics have been controlled by others, you can easily gather and recycle those that I once contained and push your own sequence to the level of Angel King."

"What's more, your status is not even that of a true god, and it is far from the old days."

Klein nodded, stopped dwelling on the topic, and asked:
"Can you accept the characteristics of the 'Master of Secret Puppetry'? I can help you predict a miracle of resurrection from the dead?"

Mr. Men did not answer this question directly, but asked in return:
"I am just a historical projection. How do you intend for me to step into death instead of returning to the historical void?"

"I will graft a state of death on you and cheat the rules at the same time, so that you will die like a normal living being in a short period of time, and then rely on the predicted 'miracle' to complete your resurrection."

"Of course, you can't directly restore your status as a Gate Path Angel later on. You need to become a Miracle Worker first, pay the price of this resurrection, and then you can regain your former power. Otherwise, you will die the moment you restore your angel status."

"As a reward for resurrecting you, I need you to help me fight Amon. As for the rest, you need to discuss it among yourselves."

Klein explained his and Renekton's plan in detail. At the end, he also put forward his own requirements, which was the price that Mr. "Door" needed to pay.

"No problem. I am not opposed to becoming a 'Miracle Master'. If I had the ability of a 'Miracle Master', I would not be helpless in the face of pollution."

Mr. Door nodded solemnly, agreeing to Klein's conditions, then turned his head to look at Renekton.

Renekton didn't hesitate to state the compensation he had already thought of: "Work for me for 100 years. You can come back to bargain with me for the specific amount after you are resurrected."

"Okay." After a slight hesitation, Mr. Men nodded and agreed to the condition.

Compared to helping Klein fight Amon, this 100-year working condition can be said to be very easy. For angels, lifespan is no longer a problem.

After some negotiations, the three parties finally reached a consensus.

Then Klein set fire to the paper figure he had thrown away, and his consciousness returned to the gray fog. He projected a burst of information into the illusory star representing Azik as light and shadow.

After a while, he got feedback and pulled Azra above the gray fog.

At the same time, Roselle, holding a brass book, appeared silently in the spirit world, next to Renekton and Mr. "Door".

Russell looked at Mr. "Door" who appeared in front of him as a historical projection, and said with a complicated and sighing tone:

"We finally meet, Mr. 'Door'."

(End of this chapter)