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After a long internal struggle, Emlyn looked at Leyton with suspicion and asked, "You seem to be really looking forward to me praying to the The Fool. Every time I ask for your opinion, you seem to be leading me on."
He suddenly became smart. It should be said that he had some brains, but he didn't use them most of the time.
Leyton observed Emlyn's suspicious expression and chuckled, "It can't be called leading you on; I'm just explaining one of the possibilities."
"After all, you probably wouldn't like it if I just told you the truth."
"What truth?" Emlyn asked, confused.
"There are so many of you Sanguine, and you're not particularly outstanding or special. How could the revelation from your ancestor specifically include you? If it really did include you, then it should have been directly given to you."
Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to retort, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.
After a long silence, he mumbled, "Was I tricked?"
"It shouldn't count as being tricked. The revelation from your ancestor should be real; it just didn't specifically designate anyone."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
Emlyn muttered softly, feeling a bit upset, as if his struggles these past few days were a joke.
Sighing slightly, Leyton leaned forward from the back of his chair, his tone filled with emotion and a hint of persuasion as he began, "Your ancestor didn't specify who exactly should complete Her revelation. However, when someone—oh no, when a Sanguine—goes to complete Her revelation and works hard for it, Her favor will naturally descend."
"Damn it, it's the Sanguine! Don't keep getting it wrong!"
Emlyn angrily corrected Leyton's words, then asked as if seeking confirmation, "Really? If I pray to the The Fool, will the ancestor's favor truly descend?"
"If you're really worried, you can ask Father Utravsky. He's a Blessed of the Earth Mother and knows more about divine favor."
"Uh..." Emlyn hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Never mind!"
He then slowly rose from his seat and bowed slightly to Leyton, saying, "Thank you for your answer, though I feel like you've been leading me on..."
Leyton shrugged indifferently and stood up to see Emlyn out.
At the door, he happened to bump into Klein, who was about to knock. Klein was carrying a leather briefcase.
He looked at Emlyn with confusion. If he remembered correctly, this was the unlucky Sanguine who volunteered at the Harvest Church. Had he completely converted to the Earth Mother's faith?
"My intuition tells me you're thinking something very rude!"
After stepping out, Emlyn suddenly turned around and said to Klein.
Uh, do Sanguine have such keen intuition? Klein smiled awkwardly, "Your imagination."
Emlyn glared suspiciously at Klein, then turned and left.
Leyton stepped aside to let Klein in, then closed the door and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Klein had already placed the briefcase on the coffee table and opened it. Inside were 100-pound banknotes and a small iron box.
Klein gestured to them and explained, "These are the pounds paid by Miss Justice. I've already taken my share; these are all yours."
"And this, it's the cursed item from the ancient vengeful spirit. You can act as the middleman and help me trade it with Mr. Lawrence."
"No problem." Leyton nodded noncommittally. This was not a troublesome matter for him.
After closing the briefcase and pushing it towards Leyton, Klein asked curiously about Emlyn, "By the way, what did that Sanguine come to see you about just now? Did he want you to help him remove the psychological cue on him?"
"You mean Emlyn? He came to ask whether he should pray to the The Fool or not."
Leyton slumped back on the sofa, a slight curve forming on his lips.
"Uh..." Klein was stunned for two seconds. His first reaction was that the other party was joking, but then he dismissed that guess.
Why would a Sanguine pray to the The Fool? Was he also a part-time bounty Hunter? But those who were looking for the The Fool recently had basically given up.
"Why would he pray to the The Fool?"
"It's a revelation from the Sanguine ancestor. It seems to mention the The Fool and the corresponding honorific name in the revelation. He was tricked by the Sanguine higher-ups into chanting the The Fool's honorific name."
"Sanguine ancestor?" Klein frowned slightly, "Didn't the ancient god Lilith fall in the second epoch, long before the Great Cataclysm?"
"Which deity is impersonating Lilith, who occasionally responds to the Sanguine now? Or has she not truly died?"
"Perhaps both possibilities exist?"
Leyton raised an eyebrow and said. After all, who would have thought that the one impersonating Lilith would be herself? Even the God of Combat didn't think of it!
"You don't seem to care much about this?" Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly noticing the other party's attitude.
Leyton smiled at the remark and nodded gently, "This is an investment from Lilith."
"Just like the investments you already have from the Evernight Goddess, the God of Knowledge, and the Hidden Sage, another expert wants a piece of the pie."
"God of Knowledge?" Klein was just about to ask when he saw Leyton point to himself.
You're very talented at being a double agent... Klein couldn't help but inwardly grumble a few words, calming his emotions before continuing to ask, "Am I very important? Or rather, is Sefirah Castle above the Gray Fog very important? Why are so many True Deities and Hidden existences investing?"
Leyton nodded with a serious expression, "Extremely important. Simply put, everyone has a request for the great ruler above the Spirit World, but they don't want Amon to ascend to that position."
"Should I say thank you for the compliment, for putting me on the same level as that blasphemer Amon?"
Klein joked half-seriously.
"Compared to Amon, your advantage is that you've already claimed territory. As long as you keep occupying Sefirah Castle, you will eventually become its master."
Whew~ Klein exhaled, composed himself, and forced a smile back onto his face: "This matter is still too far away for me. Compared to that, quickly advancing to a Beyonder and concealing the traces of Sefirah Castle on me is my most urgent task."
"The New Year is coming soon, and I plan to go to Desi Bay for a vacation, and also to avoid the storm brewing in Backlund."
You probably can't avoid it; a magnificent meteor shower is about to hit you... He silently mourned for the unlucky Mr. Fool for two seconds, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's a good idea. I also plan to leave Backlund after finishing my transaction with the True Creator. At that time, I'll go aboard Vice Admiral Iceberg's Golden Dream and become a treasure Hunter."
"How big of a commotion are you planning to cause in Backlund?"
Klein looked at Leyton with some suspicion. He intuitively felt that the other party's departure from Backlund was probably a getaway after causing trouble.
"After causing trouble in Backlund, I'll probably be on the wanted lists of the Storm and Church of the Evernight Goddess."
Leyton shrugged, saying it as if it didn't bother him much.
Your tone doesn't suggest you're bothered by it at all! Klein silently grumbled to himself, then stood up and took his leave.
West Borough, Kalpensa Hotel.
Leyton's figure quickly materialized in the room. Lawrence and Fors, who were talking, simultaneously looked over.
Leyton raised the small iron box he was holding and greeted them with a smile, "Good afternoon, both of you!"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Tines." "Good afternoon."
Fors and Lawrence each nodded in response.
Leyton placed the small iron box containing the cursed item of the ancient vengeful spirit in front of Lawrence, then pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "This contains the cursed item of the ancient vengeful spirit. If you've already obtained an Asmann's brain, you can prepare for your advancement today."
"If you haven't obtained it yet, it's best to leave Backlund first. It's going to get dangerous here very soon. Your physical condition isn't good, so leaving would be safer."
"Soon?" Fors exclaimed in surprise. She had originally come to tell Mr. Lawrence that Backlund might be dangerous soon and that it would be better to leave as soon as possible.
No, I must find a suitable excuse to get Xio to leave Backlund with me. But in such a short time, how can I find a suitable excuse?!
Lawrence sighed slightly. He didn't sense any danger brewing in Backlund, but reason made him believe the other party.
Miss Fors had also just mentioned this topic. Perhaps unknown dangers were indeed approaching Backlund.
"The Asmann's brain is not with me, but I have gathered the pounds to purchase the cursed item of the ancient vengeful spirit. I will buy this material first."
As he spoke, Lawrence had already stood up and retrieved a leather briefcase from the room's cabinet, which contained the pounds he had already prepared.
"Here are 1700 pounds. The corresponding Beyonder materials for Sequence 6 are generally above 1500 pounds. The Apprentice Pathway is a relatively rare one, and there's often a premium, so I prepared an extra 200 pounds."
Lawrence explained, pushing the briefcase containing the pounds towards Leyton, indicating that he could check if there were any issues.
Leyton nodded gently, a faint purple glow swirling in his eyes before quickly fading.
Immediately, he closed the briefcase, nodded slightly, and smiled, "No problem. Can you give me a leather bag? I didn't bring anything to carry these pounds."
"Also, you'd best leave as early as possible tomorrow. Any later and it will be too late."
"Tomorrow?" Lawrence pondered for a moment, then nodded gravely, "I will."
"You mean 'soon' as in tomorrow? That's too fast, isn't it?"
Fors was momentarily stunned. In such a short time, she couldn't find a suitable excuse to take Xio out of Backlund with her.
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