Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

"So you're developing your organization to prepare a population that can provide faith?"

After processing the amount of information in Lynn's words, Klein quickly found the parts he could understand.

Lynn conveyed a very important occult knowledge: the mental pollution caused by the residual magic potions of angels and gods of Sequence Two and above can no longer be resolved by acting alone; they also need the faith of others as an anchor to balance it.

I thought the mental pollution would be over once the role was over. Well, that makes sense. If that were the case, low-sequence potions would have been harmless long ago.

"From a utilitarian perspective, that's how it is," Lynn said, removing the blackboard.

"However, I am not someone who acts solely for personal gain; I save people when I feel like it."

"Just like when I share my plans with you now, to be honest, there aren't many ulterior motives."

Klein thought to himself that his fellow villager was a good person and thanked him.

I will definitely not let my fellow villagers' investment go to waste!

So, fellow villager, let me squeeze out a little more profit!

This is so that I can grow faster and then better return on my investment!

Then he pondered how to ask Lynn for a way to create a secondary account without revealing the Tarot Club.

"The Church of the Night doesn't have the recipe for the subsequent sequences of the Diviner's Path. Do you have any suggestions, fellow villager?"

"The next sequence after the Diviner is the Clown, and the next one is the Magician. After that, it's the Faceless Man and the Puppet Master, and after that, I don't know."

Lynn counted on his fingers, "The Secret Order has subsequent sequences."

"The sequel to 'The Fortune Teller' is 'The Clown'..." Klein felt like he was turning into a real clown. "And there are a few more after that. Am I supposed to start a circus?"

Lynn shrugged: "Compared to some of the less powerful paths in the lower sequences, the Diviner path is already quite strong. It's alright, I heard that the prestige increases significantly at Sequence Four."

  

"Unfortunately, I don't have the subsequent recipes. Recipes in sequence are very precious, and even for a demigod, it's difficult to quickly gather recipes from other sources."

"However, I suggest you start with the Secret Order or the Antigonus family; they definitely have information."

"That makes things easier," Klein said with a wry smile. "The Night Watchers have assigned me the task of retrieving the notebook, so I'm almost certain to run into those two groups."

"Hopefully, the outcome will be that I obtain their information."

"The Night Watchers are quite capable; we can trust them," Lynn said after a moment's thought. "However, it's indeed too dangerous halfway through. Here's what I'll do: I'll teach you a ritual."

"You know your name, right?"

Lynn then explained the mechanism of honor names to Klein. Theoretically, by using a special language with natural power to invoke the power of the environment, one can summon others. Honor names are the location tools that allow the summoning to be specifically transmitted to the desired person.

"For example, the full title of the Lord of Storms is King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Calamity, God of Storms."

"The goddess of the night is more sublime than the stars and more eternal than eternity, as well as the crimson lord, the hidden mother, the queen of calamity and fear, and the lord of slumber and silence."

"As a true god, you only need to choose three sentences to recite so that the other party can hear them."

Lynn then explained the procedure after reciting the honorific name, and then said,

"Angels of Sequence 3 and above can respond to prayers, but only within the scope of a major metropolis. Angels of Sequence 2 and above can respond to prayers globally."

"Of course there is a way to bypass this, which is to insert a high-ranking being into one's own name, thereby using His personhood, such as my name."

"This must be Lynn's plan, letting me seek his help in an emergency." Klein listened intently to what Lynn would say next.

Lynn recited it in Hermes:

"Oh, my wanderer far away;

"You are the captain of a ship longing for home."

Klein was taken aback. A traveler far from home, a captain longing for his hometown, Lynn always missed his homeland, and so did he.

"You are a follower of the green flame."

This must be what Lynn meant by "using a high position to exist," Klein thought.

"You are a pioneer of change who ignites hope;"

"I beg for your help, I beg you..."

Lynn switched back to Rune and continued explaining.

"Then just add what you need help with. My name is quite short, so you can pronounce it quickly in actual combat."

"Indeed," Klein suddenly thought. If the Night Watchers and the Punishers were fighting in a team fight, and both sides called for reinforcements at the same time, wouldn't the Storm Lord's response speed be much faster than that of the Night Goddess?

The thought that he was still chanting something even longer than eternity, while others were already chanting about the Lord of Calamities, made Klein a little uneasy.

"Actually, there are many simple but crucial elements in extraordinary battles," Lynn patted Klein on the shoulder.

"If you can't hold back, then don't. The number of times you can hold back in your life is limited. If you keep your nerves on edge every day, you'll become a ticking time bomb when you become a god, and then you'll be called the 'Tight-Up'."

Lynn's words weren't just a joke; Klein later developed psychological problems because he constantly suppressed his emotions by wearing a mask.

"Pfft—" Klein couldn't hold back and smiled, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere.

"We're like family, fellow countrymen," Lynn said warmly, putting his arm around Klein's shoulder. "We don't have to be so formal when we talk to each other. We can freely comment on everything."

"In our youth, we were full of vigor and vitality, brimming with scholarly spirit and boundless enthusiasm."

"Hahaha," Klein laughed too, "pointing out the flaws in the current situation, writing passionately, treating the powerful officials of yesteryear as dirt!"

Then he noticed a small point of light spinning around next to Lynn and asked curiously, "What's that?"

Lynn picked up the point of light: "This is a sign that you have received prayers."

He magnified the spot of light for Klein to see, and Klein saw an image of Lynn praying inside the spot of light, and could also hear the sound of supplication.

"Wow," Klein stared intently at the prayer lights, then, inspired, asked a question.

"Could this spot of light be magnified and used as an illusion?"

"You're a fucking genius."

Lynn fiddled with the point of light. "Generally speaking, it's meaningless. This is at most a display screen. For most Sequence 3 characters, there's no need to create an illusion like this. But it might be useful for a Sequence 3 character like a warrior."

"Does drinking a potion only grant you the extraordinary abilities described in the potion?" Klein noticed most of what Lynn said. "Are there any general-purpose abilities?"

"The only universal abilities are divinity and lifespan extension, but many abilities can produce similar effects through different principles."

"I see." Klein nodded. Seeing that the conversation was coming to an end, he still couldn't think of a suitable way to bring it back up, so he could only change the subject, "What are you having for dinner?"

Lynn: "Yeah, what are we eating?"

Klein and Lynn stared at each other, then Klein blurted out, "Don't take money from my pocket."

"Am I that kind of person in your eyes?" Lynn retorted immediately.

"Isn't that so?" Klein said confidently.

"When I first transmigrated, I thought the greatest enemy was the church. After entering the church, I thought the greatest enemy was the secret order."

"I and the Night Watchman killed a member of the Secret Order, and the Antigonus Notebook has become a worry for me again."

"I am becoming more and more aware that my biggest worry is not outside, but in this house on Narcissus Street!"

"Think about it, you just got your new paycheck, a pittance, and you've been stuck at the restaurant for days! Forgot?"

Klein pulled out the slug. "That gold pound note is still standing behind the restaurant, watching us every day!"

"Isn't a gold pound sterling something you can't hang yourself with?" Lynn gestured. "Was the rope put around George III's neck?"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Lynn quickly recovered and pulled out a handful of gold pounds: "Alright, alright, enough joking around. I got a lot of money after taking down that gang, and I'll give you some now. Here's a hundred pounds."

One hundred pounds!

Klein's eyes widened in disbelief.

One hundred pounds equals two thousand sulphurs, twenty-four thousand pennies, four thousand eight hundred fresh fish, or twenty-one thousand three hundred and thirty-three pounds of rye bread, or three thousand four hundred and twenty-eight pounds of not-so-good lamb!

This is an enormous sum of money!

"This...this...my friend, I can't accept this." Despite his eyes being glued to the gold pound, Klein still tried to refuse.

"This is too much. I can't accept such a reward without having done anything for it."

With so much money, he couldn't sleep soundly!

If this were modern times, Klein would worry that Lynn was going to sell him to a rich woman or someone in Southeast Asia. If their relationship were any closer, he really would have to call Lynn his godfather.

"Money is something external to me now. If you really feel bad about it, you can pay me back later."

Lynn's fingers flicked as if by magic, and the banknotes in his hand vanished into thin air. Klein immediately felt his pockets bulge.

Klein immediately reached into his pocket with his right hand and grabbed Lynn's hand with his left hand, trying to stuff the money back in. Lynn, like a busybody during Chinese New Year, stuffed the money into his pants. Just then, the door opened.

"Brother, are we having guests at home?"

Melissa pushed open the door and saw Lynn's hand trying to put into Klein's pants, while Klein, his face flushed, tried to push it away.

Upon seeing Melissa enter, Klein's face immediately turned horrified: "Wait, it's not what you think..."

Melissa, her heart is broken.

No matter how poor a man is, he shouldn't sell himself!

The thought of my brother going to...

She stepped back out the door, heartbroken, saying, "I'm sorry, I came at the wrong time."

Upon hearing that Melissa had returned, Lynn immediately raised his hand: "No, you've come at just the right time..."

"Don't use memes at a time like this!"

-

Lynn and Klein sat properly in their seats, while Melissa tried her best to maintain an elegant posture sitting opposite them, but her eyes kept drifting towards the culprit on the table.

One hundred gold pounds!

"So, Brother Klein helped Mr. Lynn decipher a document from the early Quaternary period?" Melissa asked suspiciously. "Did you rehearse your lines beforehand this time?"

This is practically another world version of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf." The effects of the last trick are still lingering, Klein thought helplessly.

"I have lived an upright and honest life, and now I am being doubted. I am truly a disgrace to humanity," Lynn thought with grief and indignation.

Klein explained, "There were no lines this time. Mr. Lynn acquired an ancient document during a previous voyage, and I've been deciphering it all week. I finally succeeded recently, so Mr. Lynn was so happy that he gave me a lot of money as a reward."

Melissa: "So you were right last time?"

Lynn immediately followed up: "Miss Melissa, it's like this, this ancient book is related to the truth of the change of eras, and we previously hoped to avoid the news from being leaked before the interpretation was completed."

"The contents of this ancient book, as now deciphered, point to an extremely ancient treasure, whose history even predates the era of the Four Emperors."

The treasure Lynn was referring to was naturally the Forsaken Land.

Lynn Aberrent was a bad liar from a young age; making him tell a lie would be the death of him. So everything he said was a slightly "embellished" truth.

"So you can say it now?" Melissa scrutinized Klein, seemingly trying to figure out if he had sold himself into servitude.

"Yes, after preliminary analysis, it has been confirmed that this ancient book is meaningless for the vast majority of captains," Lynn said readily, just like the sailors in the movies he remembered. The sailors of the Lost Home are still not very useful as a reference.

"But I happen to be an adventurous captain, and I'm going to the ends of the earth to find this treasure."

Melissa raised her hand to cover her mouth to hide her surprise: "The end of the world, that's dangerous, isn't it?"

Lynn's expression turned serious: "Yes, it's dangerous. That's why I'm paying your brother a portion of the treasure's profits in advance. If I come back, this payment will be reassessed based on the value of the treasure. If I'm unlucky, your brother might have to work for me for a long time."

Klein glanced at Lynn, his eyes questioning: Do you really have a job for me?

Lynn glanced at Klein: The treasure is real, but it's not that complicated. For Sequence 3, traveling is not difficult at all.

Klein: How can your eyes convey so much information?

Lynn smiled: "Sorry, high-sequence characters can do whatever they want. Go ahead and hit me."

"If we don't come back, hahaha..." Lynn laughed heartily again, "A seaman wouldn't say such a thing."

Melissa fell silent upon hearing this, her eyes flickering slightly. She then rose from her seat and bowed deeply to Lynn.

"I apologize for questioning your behavior earlier."

After saying that, she turned around with a flushed face, intending to leave, but was stopped by Lynn.

"Want to go out for dinner together? It's on me."

"it is good."

-

"The Secret Order doesn't have many activities at sea, so it's quite troublesome to find them."

High above the sea, a figure is speeding at supersonic speed.

That figure was none other than White Tower, and he was searching for the extraordinary trait of the Diviner Sequence Five "Master of the Mystic Puppet"!

Because of Lynn's special order requirements, in addition to its main business of tracking the Aurora Society's ships, White Tower also needs to spend some time finding a Mystic Master.

"Why make it specifically in the shape of a puppet..." White Tower looked speechlessly at the message sent by Lynn.