Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 63 The Fallen Creator

Above the gray fog, in the towering palace.

Philip, who had taken off the "Silver White", was shrouded in crimson light and came to the long bronze table again, to his own "Moderation" seat.

He stood up, bowed sincerely to the Fool, and said, “Mr. Fool, please allow me to congratulate you on the success of your ceremony and thank you for your help earlier.”

Help, what help?
Alger and Audrey sensed the key point. Although they were extremely confused, they still joined in the congratulations and praise for the Fool and looked at each other, hoping for some information to be revealed.

You can't just talk about the Full Moon Curse casually, or Philip's underwear will be half stripped off. Klein raised the corner of his mouth and responded softly, "It's just a small matter. Don't worry about it. When you need to take leave in the future, just use the spell and perform the ceremony to notify us."

After the preface, it was time to submit Rossell's diary for Mr. Fool to read.

Alger was unable to move because he was in the ocean, but he clearly promised that he would try his best to collect the information after returning to land. Audrey also submitted a page of her diary through her own channels.

Philip hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to use the diary that the Nighthawks hadn't submitted to him to fish in troubled waters. "Mr. Fool, I found a page too."

You'd better really find it, instead of using the past to fool me. Klein complained in his heart, but smiled and nodded nonchalantly.

He asked Audrey and Philip to "express" their thoughts in their diaries on paper, and as the Tarot Club members waited, they began to read with some anticipation.

Klein had already prepared himself mentally. To him, every page of the diary, as long as it wasn't a record of this senior time traveler's pursuit of love, even if it was just occasional gossip, was likely to contain value.

The page in "Miss Justice's" diary quickly captured his attention. Besides the Emperor's trivial notes and ridicule regarding the desecration of the slate and the seals of the various churches, it also revealed a crucial piece of information—

Zaratul is the leader of the Secret Order.

After glancing over the Emperor's words, "Beat every 'Fortune Teller' I see," Klein felt speechless for some reason, but he quickly returned his gaze to the Emperor's writing. Zaratul understood what Roselle had unintentionally said when he chose "The Educator":
There are many more secrets hidden in the path than I imagined.

Klein nodded in agreement. After perfunctorily reading Philip's equally perfunctory diary, he turned his gaze back to the three people quietly waiting at the long bronze table and nodded slightly, saying, "You may begin."

Audrey heard this and thought about the fact that she, the audience, still had no idea about the formula for the subsequent potion to advance. She looked at Alger and Philip sitting across from her and asked:

"Where can I find the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

Psychological Alchemy?
Miss Justice is also very eager to be promoted. It's only been two weeks. Philip turned his head to look at Mr. Hanged Man beside him. Noticing that he was also looking at him, he coughed awkwardly and then spoke first:
"I don't have any relevant clues, but I suddenly have a small idea now. It has a certain possibility, but whether it can be adopted depends on you."

"What is it?"

Audrey asked immediately.

"It's a very simple guess." Philip spread his hands and explained calmly:
"I imagine the practice of role-playing is no secret among the higher-ups of the seven major churches or secret organizations. While the reason for the secrecy remains a mystery, I wonder if they, or their valued juniors, might also be using it." Seeing that Alger and Audrey were still listening, Philip stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and continued, "If it's just the name, I know it. Sequence 8 of the Audience Pathway is 'Mind Reader,' and Sequence 7 is 'Psychologist.'"

Audrey, the mind reader and psychologist, concealed her urge to cover her mouth in surprise, and immediately thought about the possibility of this method, but found that it was still difficult to search on her own using this method.

And this will definitely alert the enemy.

Still, she nodded slightly and said, "Thank you very much for your answer. This is very important information. I think I should pay you for it. What can you do for me?"

There's also a reward. Why don't I think my method is worth any money? Philip was suddenly distressed. After all, he hadn't opened a bearer account yet, but the immediate benefits still pried open his mouth.

"If you're okay with that, 50 pounds in cash will be fine. Send it to the Brave Bar in the Backlund Bridge area and give it to Caspar. Use the code 'silver'; he'll know what it means."

Audrey nodded and took it to heart.

She looked around at the members she was already familiar with, and the 18 empty seats at the long bronze table. She asked curiously, "Mr. Fool, when will we have new members?"

I also want new people to join, but their spirituality isn't quite there yet. It'd be best if I could wait until I'm promoted to Sequence 8 "Joker." Klein sighed silently inwardly, but quickly composed himself and spoke calmly:

"At first it was just an experiment, so the requirements were not that strict. But now, as a secret gathering, members who join must be considered and strictly selected."

He had a feeling that he would most likely digest the "Fortune Teller" potion this month. Even with Philip's reminder, he used the information about the Hotchkins Mountains as a clue in the library and successfully found and killed Sirius, the cloth merchant who resold the notes to his classmate Welch.

After channeling Sirius's remaining spirit, Klein obtained the formula for the "Joker" potion. The Nighthawks soon followed suit and collected it, waiting for him to exchange it for materials for promotion in the future.

But that's too slow!
The captain's promotion speed is too different from my mastering the role-playing method. If I tell them in advance, they will only treat me as a monster or find out that I have mastered the role-playing method inexplicably.
Klein suddenly wished that Philip could contract a messenger to contact him right now so that he could ask the messenger to help him sell the formula and then quietly collect the materials.

Unfortunately this is not realistic.

If it were like online dating platforms, I'd have a secondary account. I could easily disguise his identity as myself, and then find a way to get Philip to help me at the Tarot Club. Klein leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts.

After hearing "The Hanged Man" Alger mention that a "Listener" of the Aurora Society was searching for the "Sanctuary" of the true Creator, the legendary "Forsaken Land of God", and asked for his opinion.

He raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled:
“I prefer to call Him”

"The Fallen Creator."

Mr. Fool actually called the omniscient and omnipotent Creator like this. It seems that the degree of distortion, madness, and chaos in this mysterious world is far beyond my imagination. Philip supported himself on the table with his hands, thinking helplessly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)