Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

"Close the door. That's what I ask of you."

Klein turned to say in a commanding tone: "Don't worry, it will be difficult for me to fall asleep after I wake up - I have been to the Southern Continent before, which has something to do with my experience at the time. Haha, I am older. Yes."

"Please, just have a chat with me and help me pass the time until morning."

"Ah, ah..." Richardson and Klein looked at each other, and finally sat down in surrender:

"Thank you, M. Dantès."

He raised his head, a little afraid to look at Dwayne Dantes in front of him. He saw that Mr. Dantes had been silent, so he mustered up the courage to say to him:

"Monsieur Dantès, I...I want to resign as a valet."

Sure enough... Klein sighed secretly in his heart. He gave a few words of advice but had no effect. Seeing Richardson's somewhat lost expression, Klein couldn't bear it, and suddenly an idea came to him.

What am I worried about... I don't need to worry about my identity being exposed at all. With the Church of Darkness endorsing me, even if my identity is exposed, I won't have any big problems with the church...

Klein adjusted the cross he wore around his neck. He looked at Richardson gently and smiled under the dim light:

"Is it because of that person just now?"

"Yes...ah? What do you mean, Mr. Dantès?"

When Richardson saw his secret exposed, he immediately panicked and denied it. Klein laughed:

"Thanks to my bodyguard, she was very perceptive and spotted the intruder at night."

Sorry, Miss Judgment. I can only let you take the blame for the time being... Klein silently said apologetically to Xio in his heart. In fact, Xio was sleeping soundly in his room.

"Godops... No, Mr. Dantès, this will bring you trouble." Richardson suddenly became anxious: "He is a member of the Black Skull Party..."

He was about to continue speaking, to tell Dwayne Dantès, the newly arrived wealthy Black Skull Gang member, about the power that existed in Backlund, but Dwayne Dantès only raised his hand slightly.

"It's just an ordinary party."

I guess the news of the Black Skull Gang's demise will appear in Backlund's daily newspaper tomorrow... Klein smiled.

"I want to hear about your past, Richardson."

"Although I didn't stay in the Southern Continent for a long time, I still have a very deep impression of it. I know that in your customs, you believe in the God of Death. But now the Southern Continent also believes in the Creator, which is also a belief you have inherited from ancient times."

Klein took this opportunity to tell Richardson about his "persona" of belief in the Creator. On the one hand, it was because the Church of the Creator now had the reputation of the Orthodox Church - due to the power of the True Creator and the Black Emperor and Steam With the support of gods such as the God of Machinery and the Goddess of Night, the Church of the Creator suddenly became a church recognized by all gods.

Even the War God Church in the Feysac Empire was unwilling to become an enemy of the True Creator. The War God Badhair had witnessed the terrifying power of the Ancient Sun God. He was naturally happy to see the True Creator and the Lord of Storms restrain each other, giving him the opportunity to seize the authority of the night from the Goddess of Night.

This situation is undoubtedly very rare. You must know that the major churches are hostile to each other. The only one recognized in all countries is the Steam Church. Of course, the price paid by the Steam Church is that the strength of their church is relatively weak. Can only exist as a vassal of other churches.

Klein looked at the silent Richardson and noticed that he was slightly moved. Klein simply smiled and continued to speak to Richardson:

"Richardson, the Lord is merciful. The authority of all gods belongs to the Creator. Even the God of Death, whom the Southern Continent has always believed in, was once a subordinate god of the Creator. But now the Creator allows the people of the Southern Continent who are protected by him to continue to believe in the God of Death - —The Lord wants to protect people, regardless of whether they believe in Him or not.”

In contrast, the current distribution of the East Balam Restoration Congress in Backlund is more like a completely independent party that has become a terrorist organization. Now that West Balam has been restored to the country, a large number of senior officials from the East Balam Restoration Congress have also entered West Balam, wanting to contribute to the establishment of order.

While many sought to seize power through this opportunity, even the current Pale Queen's bloodline was less legitimate than that of Azik Aegis, stationed in West Balam. He was the Son of Death—though, within the current faith of the Death Goddess, Azik retained this title.

To strengthen her anchor, and also to attract the seemingly overly conservative God of War to attack her, the Evernight Goddess created an action in West Balam that made her accept the faith of the "God of Death" and prepare to accept the uniqueness of the "God of Death".

In reality, the Goddess of Death was still maintaining a ties with the Goddess of Night, preventing these redundant anchors from affecting her own state. Her plan was to collaborate with the Mother Earth to kill the God of War, and then merge the Uniqueness and Essence in order.

"Mr. Dantès, you..." Richardson mumbled, his tone a bit cowardly, but he finally mustered up the courage to tell his story to Dwayne Dantès.

While Klein nodded slightly and listened to Richardson's story, other thoughts came to his mind.

Southern Continent...

After Richardson finished speaking, Klein smiled slightly:

"I hope that such a situation will no longer occur in the Southern Continent. The Lord's teachings have spread throughout the Southern Continent, and your compatriots will have the power to protect themselves."

"Mr. Dantes, this is still a very difficult matter." Richardson looked at Dwayne Dantes, sighed deeply, and said to his employer persistently:

"Sir... I can understand your good intentions, but I still don't want to cause you any trouble. Although in your opinion, the Black Skull Party is probably just a small party, but I, you don't have to fight for me. Getting into so much trouble.”

Although Richardson hesitated, he said firmly. He believed that his employer was a good person, and he could not let this rare Northern Continental man who would listen to him get into trouble.

Klein listened to Richardson's words and was silent for a moment.

"The Lord said, 'The righteous are on earth, and our good deeds are prayers to God; we must march forward at the gate of righteousness, just like the righteous of the Lord.'"

Klein made the sign of the cross on his chest:

"You are innocent, child. I have heard of the Black Skull Party—their hands are stained with blood. Even for you who believe in the God of Death, they have long since betrayed their teachings."

He smiled gently:

"Similarly, I cannot tolerate these people who have polluted the Lord's teachings to continue to act recklessly in this world. There is no distinction between high and low in life. For them, I will let them be punished as those who believe in the 'God of Death' .”

Richardson opened his mouth, but no words came out. He knew clearly how those who betrayed their faith and the evildoers would be punished under the teachings of the "God of Death".

——Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

The teachings of the God of Death were inherently bloody and cruel, which was why many Loen people considered them uncivilized. However, even now, Richardson still believed in the teachings passed down by the God of Death.

After all, hatred had been spread by blood to generations of people in the Southern Continent as early as when the Southern Continent was colonized.

"Go back and rest—you're tired too." Klein commanded Richardson in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, child. The wicked will be punished. I will explain to Walter and Asnia tomorrow and give you half a day off."

Klein winked at Richardson, like a playful middle-aged man. Seeing his employer's expression, Richardson felt a tightness in his chest. He nodded vigorously, unable to say anything else.

……

In the firelight, a dark figure emerged there, wearing a black soft hat on his head, quietly staring at the firelight, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A 'Cunning Mage'..."

"Are the current 'Cunning Mage's' quality so high? In my impression, if the 'Cunning Mage' is offended, the person who offended him will be hung in the sky as jerky even if he does not become a Marionette. "

Amon was obviously thinking of the actions of two Beyonders from the "Fortune Teller" path, and lamented the luck of his students.

"Hey, Hazel, you are lucky."

Amon smiled casually: "Interesting, very interesting..."

"It seems the main body was right to send me to Backlund. A 'parasite' that turns into a rat, a 'trickster' that doesn't control marionettes... really good."

Amon laughed, and crows flew wherever he was.

"Backlund—what else will this stage hold?"

After a while, Amon was no longer there.

The manuscript was saved successfully!

Chapter 327 See you again

"...An explosion occurred on the third floor of Backlund, killing all the high-ranking members of the Black Skull Party..."

Richardson got up bravely at the normal time the next day. He looked at the newspaper in front of him and froze in place.

He silently put down the newspaper and took a deep look at Dwayne Dantès from a distance.

"thank you……"

……

"Help me, Gao Wei, please help me." Huang Tao paced back and forth in his room, seeming to be worried about something. He looked at the Gao Wei Overlooker sitting peacefully in front of him and could not help but urge him.

"Why are you so anxious? Bernadette doesn't understand Chinese." Looking at Huang Tao's anxious look, Gao Wei couldn't help but said: "You have to believe in your daughter. She probably won't let his father translate his diary. - Ha, your diary has been passed on, and it will undoubtedly be even more difficult to take it back now."

Emperor Russell's diary has been widely circulated around the world in the past few hundred years - everyone is interested in this legendary king. now

Even if Huang Tao were to be resurrected, or if Russell Gustav himself were to return to this world, there would be no way to stop the spread of texts and books. If he dared to prohibit everyone in Intis from disseminating and trading his diary, then these diaries would most likely continue to spread outwards.

Those words can be copied. Even though the people who copied the diaries did not understand the meaning of the words in them, they could still record the "shape" of the diaries by copying them.

——Even Emperor Russell began to ban the dissemination of his diary, which further illustrates that the diary written in his mysterious words contains extremely terrifying secrets. This is definitely a more attractive treasure than any mysterious rumors on the sea.

After all, after "Caesar" returned, Emperor Russell had become a real god in the eyes of everyone.

"Resurrection from the dead" - how great this is.

Even the most famous "Key of Death" was only a rumor, but the miracle of Russell Gustav's resurrection appeared in this era and was re-enacted before everyone's eyes. The world did not know what extraordinary power could bring the dead back to life; such a blessing only appeared in myths.

This knowledge, which can be replicated, will sell more expensively and in larger quantities. Although most people know that they cannot get the information they want from these diaries, it is obvious that not everyone is smart.

For some smart people, even if the diary rises from tens of pounds to hundreds of pounds, the price of the diary is not too high. They can keep a diary and wait until they have the opportunity to crack it later.

And the price for offending the gods? Not everyone knows that "God loves the world" is just a hypocritical transaction between gods and humans, but most people know that there is such a saying as "God loves the world."

Every church will have this sentence on their lips, repeating it to their believers a thousand times, ten thousand times.

"I had known that I would have added extraordinary abilities to those diaries before I died, even if no one could copy them. How could it be like this..." Huang Tao thought for a long time, tentatively looking down at the high-dimensional person. asked:

"Is there any Beyonder from the 'Demon' Path who can directly curse to death all those who possess the diary? Can an angel from the 'Demon' Path do that?"

"...The 'Devil King' Fabuti can't do it either." Gao Wei looked down at Huang Tao who was expressionless in front of him and said: "By the way, I retract my preamble. You really still have humanity left. Is this such a thing? Dear Emperor?"

"...Haha, just kidding."

Huang Tao laughed and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed:

"Speaking of which, how many of the Old Ones have arrived in this world now? I even wonder if you all woke up en masse after my death..."

"There are not many people who can decipher Chinese." Gao Wei looked down at Huang Tao and said:

"The organizer of the Twilight Hermits, the other half of the ancient Sun God; the True Creator, and the Goddess of the Night are not remnants from China."

"That is to say..." Huang Tao's eyes lit up.

"Zhou Mingrui and I are." Gao Wei looked down and laughed:

"Zhou Mingrui probably doesn't know how to tell - so do you want to flatter me so that I don't reveal the method of deciphering Chinese?"

"I think Bernadette should be very interested in these texts, and I think people from both the Church of Knowledge and the Moss Ascetic Order are very interested in this knowledge."

"That's not necessary. Ahem...Old Gao, I have something to say."

Huang Tao coughed suddenly and realized the seriousness of the matter. The fellow who holds the essence in front of him is obviously thinner in terms of human nature than his own. During this period of getting along, Huang Tao has already seen the behavioral logic of some high-dimensional overlookers.

Among the remaining human parts squeezed by the strong will of the past, the human nature of the high-dimensional overlookers seems to have been twisted into some powerful desire to have fun.

"I think it won't do any good if you make my diary public, right? Look, here we are..."