Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 163 Chapter 162 Zaratul

The Kingdom of Loen, Jianhai County, Indo City.

When Zaratul steps in here, he looks like every other traveler, cleverly and perfectly integrated into this city that is gradually exuding vitality.

He carried a suitcase filled with clothes, wore a half-high top hat, and held a walking stick. Like a true gentleman, he walked casually into the city, as if he had returned to his home. He was casual, but cautious in every detail.

Several crows in the sky made strange calls. They flew over the city wall and entered the city like countless other birds that appeared and flew up to look for food, without attracting anyone's attention.

This was Zaratul's favorite puppet during his time as a trickster wizard. To some extent, who would care about the birds flying across the sky from time to time?

Zaratul strolled along the street carrying a suitcase. His eyes were deep and dim, like the lightless surface of water. He looked around silently, then nodded imperceptibly.

A gold coin flipped in the hands of this Sequence 3 ancient scholar. With a thud, the coin bounced up, and as it continued to fall due to gravity, the hand that was supposed to reach out to catch the coin disappeared into the street along with the falling coin.

The pedestrians around ignored this strange phenomenon, as if the place was already empty, with nothing in it. They were still busy, still struggling for daily food, rent, and life.

The northwest of the city has always been home to the manors and residences of the wealthy and nobles.

In one of the detached villas, in a corner of the garden, a flame suddenly ignited, and a middle-aged man carrying a suitcase walked out.

It was Zaratul who had just disappeared from the street.

When he appeared in the manor, Zaratul glanced around at the servants who seemed to notice him but quickly looked away. Then, the ancient scholar looked at the state of the room in the corner of the villa without changing his expression, nodded, and then walked towards the villa.

"The marionette is in normal condition. Karls didn't give any warnings, and my divination also gave normal results."

But as a seasoned fortune teller… Zaratul, who hadn't found any issues, couldn't help but frown as he walked. He had a vaguely strange feeling, but he couldn't pinpoint its origin or cause.

"Spiritual intuition is never groundless. Is the change due to the ritual? Or is it because of the Level 0 seal contained here?"

Divination that endangers one's own safety is a type of divination that is extremely difficult to target and interfere with in the field of divination. Zaratul has already done the corresponding divination, and the revelation it gave him is that this is quite safe.

"Perhaps it's because I've been too busy lately, searching for history, interpreting it to digest the potion, and obtaining what I want from history. Even for a Sequence 3 Saint, this is a very dangerous thing."

There are two rules for playing the role of an ancient scholar: one is a scholar who studies ancient times, and the other is a scholar from ancient times.

The Sequence 3 promotion ceremony aimed at the latter, while the former was also quite dangerous at his level.

After all, in this era, knowledge itself represents danger and madness. Many ancient scholars who studied ancient history lost control and became crazy because they touched upon taboo history that should not have been touched, and thus died.

Zaratul was well aware of this, but in order to digest the potion, even if there were layers of bushes filled with toxins ahead, he had to crawl into them and search for wild fruits that could fill his stomach.

The toxicity brought by knowledge caused this ancient scholar to have a very troublesome mental state, and it seems quite reasonable that he had abnormalities in inspiration.

A thought flashed through Zaratul's mind, and then he saw a female figure reflected in the window on the second floor of the villa.

She was a lady wearing a long, soft veil, with a gentle expression, rich in emotion, and possessing a unique charm. She was another ancient scholar of the Secret Order, Karls's semi-mystical doll, and the Witch of Despair of Sequence 4 of the Witch Path.

The door of the villa opened, and standing by the door was also a demigod-level secret puppet, a Sequence 4 Iron-Blooded Knight.

"Zarath."

Karls, a saint of the secret order and an ancient scholar in charge of a "0" level seal, also appeared at the window. The two of them confirmed that there was nothing wrong with each other through the agreed-upon codes and spiritual intuition. Karls then signaled Zaratul to come up.

"You seem to be in good shape. When do you plan to advance to Sequence 2?"

In the reception room, the Witch of Despair brought tea. Zaratul sat on the sofa, leaned back in his chair, took a sip of tea, and said, "In the past three years."

"Studying ancient history is extremely difficult. After all, most of the knowledge contained therein is beyond the reach of Beyonders of our level."

He said, "The higher the potion, the slower it digests. Kars, how's your digestion going?"

Karls picked up the small cake on the table and said jokingly, "Even if I digest the ancient scholars, I don't think I can be promoted to a miracle worker in a short time, right?"

There is only one copy of the Miracle Worker's Extraordinary Characteristics within the Secret Order, which is part of the legacy of Old Zaratul.

There are High-Sequence Beyonders within the guild who covet this Beyonder characteristic. Saints who don't become angels will ultimately have a limited lifespan, and seeking advancement is the lifelong pursuit of most High-Sequence Beyonders. Unfortunately, none of them have gained any benefit from Zaratul, the Sequence 3 who inherited their ancestors' legacy.

Being killed, made into a secret puppet, or other possibilities, these were the outcomes for those extraordinary people who coveted but had no greater power than Zaratul. Karls was not surprised.

"It is said that a sealed artifact corresponding to a high-sequence fortune-teller path appeared in Tingen City, Ahowa County not long ago."

"Yes." Zaratul sighed, "Unfortunately, the person who went to check never returned, and now no one knows who has the sealed object."

The two chatted about some recent events, including the recent actions of the Blood Worship Cult, which believed in the evil god of the dark side of the universe and attracted considerable attention.

The discussion process is also a process of information exchange, which helps ancient scholars to exchange information and digest magic potions.

After all, it takes quite a while to digest a Sequence 3 potion, especially for an Extraordinary Sequence like the Ancient Scholar, where digestion becomes increasingly difficult and dangerous as time goes on.

Perhaps it would take five to ten years before the potion's digestion could be further advanced.

Therefore, ancient scholars communicated with each other, helping each other illuminate the fog of history, and relying on the connections between the fog of history to illuminate more historical fog. This is also a major method for the fortune teller's path sequence 3 to digest magic potions in the later stages.

"The frequency of the Secret Order's actions must be reduced again in the near future. I have news that the Church of Evernight has been secretly discussing certain matters with the Augustus Royal Family and the Church of Storms. You must be careful. The Church of Evernight has always been very hostile to those of high rank in the Path of Diviners."

Zaratul put down his teacup and frowned, "Do you know what the Church of Evernight wants to do?" Carls also put down the plate in his hand and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"This..."

With a snap, something fell out of Carl's pocket along with the handkerchief.

Zaratul looked over and found that what he took out from Karls's pocket was a single-lens lens made of ground crystal.

Karls silently picked up the monocle, and then, in front of Zaratul, he put the glasses in the eye socket of his right eye.

The ancient scholar of the Secret Order adjusted his monocle and said with a smile:

"I don't know either, but can you take a guess?"

With a loud bang, the Iron-Blooded Knight who had walked behind Zaratul at some point in time picked up the long sword in his hand and chopped it down on Zaratul's head.

Zaratul's expression showed no surprise, and his calm figure turned into tiny dots of light.

Zaratul is not a real person, he is just an image from the cracks of history!

The long sword chopped down on the sofa, and the whole room shook slightly at this moment. The ancient scholar who suddenly attacked was not surprised at all because the other party was an image from history.

His gaze pierced through the fog of history and pointed directly at the countless spots of light dotted in the gray-white mist.

In the mist of history, a huge wriggling vortex suddenly expanded. The dark wolf Kotal in the Euclidean space had discovered the location where Zaratul was hiding in the mist of history.

He transformed into a mythical creature, appearing in the mist of history. Within the giant worm vortex were countless twisted and swollen slippery tentacles. These tentacles were like shadows of order, symbolizing the darkness of history, and swept towards the historical light spots around him.

Under the influence of the power of the angel Kotar, the Dark Wolf, Zaratul's figure involuntarily stood out from one of the historical spots.

He had a miracle happen to him!
Two distinctive Fulgrim dogs appeared along with the Dark Demon Wolf. They all looked at Zaratul, the ancient scholar who appeared due to the angelic level and the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics blessed by miracles, and rushed forward.

Zaratul glanced at the dark wolf Kotar, and his body turned into a paper man. After temporarily escaping from this twisted and strange suction, he quickly ran towards the depths of the historical fog.

He wanted to go to the next historical spot that only he or a very few people knew about, and hide in it to avoid attacks from angels and powerful people of the same level!

As for why a saint of the secret order and an ancient scholar who possessed a "0" level seal would betray him, the answer was self-evident.

One of the nobles during the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age, the Amon family.

Everyone is the incarnation of Amon, the son of the Creator of the Third Age.

That ancient scholar has been parasitized by Amon.

The shadow behind him quickly rushed over. Among the Extraordinary people on the same path, the high-sequence ones naturally suppressed the low-sequence ones. With the Extraordinary abilities you possess, your enemies will only be stronger than you!

Zaratul tried to hide in the historical light spots beside him. Most of the historical light spots belonging to the Quaternary Epoch had already lit up beside him. These were the histories mastered by an ancient scholar, but his spirituality told him that these historical light spots could not resist, and he could not make the ever-approaching worm vortex behind him get lost in the fog of history.

He needs more, more secret history to cover up, a history that is older and more secretive than what the other party knows.

But facing Amon, facing an angel on the same path, Zaratul obviously couldn't do this.

So what we should do now is -

When the countless wriggling tentacles were about to touch him, Zaratul quickly broke away from the mist of history, and his figure quickly appeared on the streets of Indo City, which was the place where Zaratul had just left through the flame jump.

"Cause unrest and draw the attention of the extraordinary people in the church to the problems here."

He did not enter the secret base of the secret order by jumping into flames, but entered the fragments he held in the mist of history, pulled out the historical pore image of his past self, and let him go to the base in place of his original body.

As it turned out, Zaratul once again earned himself a chance to survive because of his caution.

Countless ordinary people around him turned into Zaratul's secret puppets, and together they indifferently made the action of pulling forward the image of the historical pore.

He wanted to call upon his own helpers and pull out the historical aperture images of high-sequence angels to deal with the angels of the same path.

But he moved fast, and someone moved faster than him.

Zaratul's figure trembled violently. He slowly turned his head and saw the pedestrians on the street, the customers in the shops, the stray dogs on the road, and the birds flying in the sky. They all looked at Zaratul, staring at the saint of the secret order with cold and ruthless eyes.

Before they were controlled by the strings of spirits, they were already puppets of others.

The puppets who were trying to pull out the images of historical pores pulled out a figure together. It was a four or five meter tall demon wolf with short and dense black hair all over its body and eight legs. It looked scary and ferocious.

That is the Dark Demon Wolf, that is the God of Wishes!
What the marionettes pulled out were not Zaratul’s helpers, but the historical pore images of this miracle worker.

Zaratul snapped his fingers almost without hesitation, and flames covered his entire body, as if he wanted to leave the area before the historical pore image did anything to him.

But his flame jump was affected by the extraordinary ability of manipulating flames at a higher level. When the flames covering his whole body dissipated again, he was still in the same place.

At the same time, Zaratul discovered that his spiritual thread was involuntarily drifting towards the demon wolf in front of him. He immediately reconnected his spiritual thread to himself, forming a ring around himself to avoid the ability to operate the spiritual thread in the same way.

Zaratul's eyes darkened slightly, and the suitcase he had been holding in his hand had opened a corner at some point.

(End of this chapter)