Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 741: Cooperation with the Lamp God

"The person responsible for giving birth must be the one it has bewitched, whether male or female. This puppet is extremely evil."

Klein shuddered for no apparent reason. He thought of an incident that happened in the Rorsted Archipelago. At that time, the person who was affected by the "Mother Tree of Desire" kept clamoring to have a child with him.

"I don't know whether the mixed things in this doll come from the 'Mother Tree of Desire' or the 'Original Moon'. They both like to make others give birth to children."

As he muttered to himself, Klein saw an illusory crimson star light up. Before he could react, streams of golden water surged out from the illusory star and converged into a golden figure full of chaos and distortion.

How come one or two of them can cross the gray fog and appear right in front of me? Although this is not the real "Source Castle", it is also a place radiated by the power of "Source Castle". This is too disrespectful.

Klein muttered in his heart while controlling the power of Sefirah Castle to try to repel the golden figure.

The golden figure seemed to be non-existent. There was no sign of rejection. Instead, it looked at Klein with interest. After a long while, He spoke:

"You are not 'secret' after all."

The golden figure's words stunned Klein for a moment. He sat back in the high-back chair with an expressionless face and sneered:
"You're confident."

The golden figure crossed his arms over his chest and said in a low voice, "I wasn't sure at first, but now I am sure."

Damn, the thought of being deceived flashed through Klein's mind. He began to think about the other party's origins. There were not many beings that could invade this gray fog, and they knew the former "Lord of Mysteries". Was he the unlucky genie?
Looking at the golden figure in front of him that was full of confusion and distortion, Klein became more and more certain of his guess. This confusion and distortion was somewhat similar to Roselle's, and it came from the distortion of the rules.

Stopping his wandering thoughts, Klein looked at the Lamp God that appeared in front of him and suddenly relaxed a lot. A Lamp God that was still sealed could not threaten him above the gray fog. The other party appeared here, and it was more likely that he was thrown up by Renekton or Roselle, or came to cooperate with him.

After figuring this out, Klein relaxed. He tapped the edge of the table in front of him twice with his fingers and asked with a smile:

"What kind of cooperation do you want to seek?"

The golden figure shook his head and said in the same tone:

"No, not me, but you. What kind of cooperation do you want to seek? Give me a satisfactory reward, and I will make your wish come true."

"Your wish fulfillment should rely on the 'miracle worker' characteristic that is used to seal you. Even if you have the status of the old days, you are sealed and the wishes you can fulfill are limited. Moreover, you and I lack the necessary foundation of trust."

Klein shook his head, not interested in the Lamp God's proposal.

The Lamp God didn't seem surprised by Klein's attitude and continued to lobby:

"I hope that damn liar will never come back to life, and the emergence of a new 'Lord of Mysteries' is the best way to prevent His resurrection. On this point, I will not lie to you, and there is no need to lie to you. This is the basis for our cooperation."

"And I can help you complete the ritual quickly and become the Servant of Mystery. Now that the Error has already occurred, becoming the Fool as soon as possible is your only way out."

"Or, are you willing to leave everything to that evil 'mistake' and continue to bear the corresponding fate?"

Klein smiled and shook his head, "I have many allies. You are not my only choice, nor are you the best choice."

"Oh? It seems you are going to refuse my cooperation."

As the words fell, the figure of the lamp genie began to shrink.

Klein didn't pay attention to the Lamp God's actions and continued to speak slowly:

"Not necessarily. You can also tell me your conditions first. If they are suitable, I can consider it."

As he finished speaking, the Lamp God indeed stopped. He looked deeply at Klein who was sitting on the high-back chair, and then said:
"I have only one request. Send me back to the starry sky. I will only take those that belong to me. The rest of the characteristics will belong to you. I will also grant you one extra wish."

"One wish can get you back your freedom. Isn't that too easy? And, if I remember correctly, your current holder should be Bernadette. What will she do if I make a wish for you?"

Klein neither agreed nor refused. He continued chatting with the Lamp God, extracting information from him while thinking about how to convince the Lamp God to help him.

The genie said in a bad tone: "Don't be too greedy, young man. One wish is enough to change your current predicament."

Klein didn't pay attention to the Lamp God's tone, but continued to ask, "Hehe, it seems that the wish I made will also be recorded on Bernadette, right?"

If you dare to plot against Bernadette like this, a certain daughter slave will make sure you will never get out of the magic lamp in your life.

"You can take your time to think about it. Come back to me when you have made up your mind. For beings like us, time is not important."

The genie did not answer Klein's question. After saying something casually, he left the gray fog through the crimson star that was constantly expanding and contracting. Only then did Klein have the energy to pay attention to the content of the prayer in this illusory star, which originated from the prayer of the Hermit Lady about the encounter with Utopia.

After thinking for two seconds, he spread his spirituality and established a connection with the "Hermit" Cattleya, and said in a calm tone:

“It’s a ritual.”

In the captain's room of the "Future", Cattleya walked to the window and looked at the crew on the deck who were still discussing the delicious food of Utopia. Her expression seemed a little complicated.

As a hidden saint of the Church of Knowledge, her authority in the church is second only to that of several angels. She can view most of the archival materials collected and recorded by the church, including the humanities, customs, cities and forces of various places in the northern and southern continents and the five seas.

"In all the information I looked up, there is no city called Utopia, and there is no corresponding area in the spirit world. This city seems to have appeared out of thin air, and it is full of weirdness everywhere."

“Whose ritual is Mr. Fool referring to? The World might know something about it. Should I ask him?”

As she was talking to herself, she noticed a dark crow flying over the sea.

“Why are there crows at sea?”

While whispering to herself, the "Master of Prophecy"'s spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and she saw a disaster about to happen.

After two seconds of silence, her voice suddenly echoed everywhere on the ship:

"Prepare to sail away from this sea."

The main peak of the Honachis Mountains, in the hall of the ancient palace.

Waves of information poured out from outside, and the figure of Renekton was reconstructed next to a crow with shiny black feathers and a white circle around its right eye.

He looked at the crow who had been staring at the sleeping figure in the hall with some curiosity, and asked in a flat tone:
"Are you planning to steal the uniqueness of The Fool and a portion of the characteristics of The Servant of Mysteries, so that the Fool who controls Sefirah Castle can only become the King of Angels at best?"

Amon nodded and smiled frankly:
"Well, what do you think of this idea? If he can't truly become the Fool, he won't be qualified to compete with me in the final battle. If we delay any longer, you will have to make concessions for the appearance of the Lord of Mysteries."

Renekton asked back without any expression:
"Why do you think you can successfully steal the uniqueness and extraordinary properties of this place under the watchful eyes of 'Night'?"

"Either save the characteristics or save the people, you have to choose one." Amon spread his hands and said calmly.

As he spoke, pure starlight flowed from his black eyes, outlining layers of illusory doors.

At this moment, all things and concepts related to "door" in the world were closed.

With banging sounds, all the doors and windows of the palace closed at the same time, and the space inside and outside became separated, as if someone had sealed it from the inside out.

At the same time, on the seat at the top of the palace, Antignus, with slippery tentacles extending from under his clothes, became extremely quiet, as if every spiritual worm in his body had fallen into the deepest dream, and the tentacles had all become quiet.

In the hall, Amons appeared out of thin air one after another. They simultaneously stretched out their right hands toward Antigonus in front of them, with their palms clenched as if they were pulling something.

Renekton did not stop Amon. Without the support of the star realm itself, he could not stop Amon at all.

He gazed sideways at the palace gate, and complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes, causing clear starlight to bloom silently around him and wash towards the palace gate.

An Amon suddenly appeared in front, stretched out his hand and grasped the starlight created by Renekton. As the monocle on his face flashed a white light, the floating starlight around him disappeared instantly.

In a hotel in the Utopia dock area, Darrell, who was still immersed in joy, was suddenly surprised by a nightmare. He dreamed that he was pregnant and gave birth to an evil baby with sharp horns and membrane-covered wings.

He sat on the bed in a daze, breathing heavily. The dream just now seemed too real.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly felt empty inside and inexplicably sad, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.

His brain paused for a second as if it had short-circuited, and he suddenly came to his senses, rolled off the bed, and picked up the leather handbag on the table. The exquisite doll that was originally placed in it was gone.

“It’s gone. It’s gone.”

"Who stole her? Who!"

Darrell sat on the floor with his head in his hands in pain. There were imaginary sobbing and groaning sounds echoing in his head. His heart was aching, as if he had seen the scene after the doll was possessed by someone else.

(End of this chapter)