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Leyton looked at Fors, who seemed a little flustered and worried, and after a slight pause, said, "Miss Fors, it seems you won't have enough time to leave Backlund with your friend?"
"Are you interested in taking on a commission from me?"
Lawrence also looked at Fors upon hearing this, and said with concern, "If you still can't find a suitable reason to persuade your friend to leave, I can invite you and your friend to visit Midseashire County for a period of time."
"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence, I will consider your suggestion."
Fors thanked Lawrence very gratefully.
Then she turned to look at Leyton. Although she didn't want to take on any commissions at this time, out of politeness, she still asked, "Mr. Tines, what is the commission you mentioned? If it's suitable, I will consider taking it."
No matter how tempting the reward he offers, I will never get involved in any danger that might engulf the entire Backlund.
Leyton leaned back against the chair, and said in a calm voice, "Appease the public, secretly treat their injuries, and create some urban legends."
"...?" Fors stared at Leyton, somewhat stunned. Except for the last sentence, shouldn't the rest be what the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom should do? Could it be that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom wants to spread its faith to Loen?
"Appease the public and secretly treat them? Will this incident affect many innocent civilians?"
Fors asked, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Where Demoness appear, disaster always follows."
Leyton sighed, then turned the topic back to the commission: "Given your identity as a wild Beyonder, you can operate in the area around Harvest Church. The main church there will cooperate with you."
"Moreover, I will also give you some assistance, at least you won't be affected by this disaster."
Fors lowered her head slightly, lost in thought, one hand unconsciously pulling at the brown curly hair under her shoulder.
The room was silent for a long time before Fors hesitated and spoke, "Although I used to be a surgeon, treating injuries is not my strong suit, and an Apprentice doesn't have a bonus in this area."
Leyton nodded gently, then gave a detailed explanation and promise: "I can provide these. The main reason I offered you this commission is that an Apprentice's ability to open a Door allows you to act freely and flexibly, making it less likely to attract the attention of others."
"And I will provide you with some anti-divination abilities, so even if an official Beyonder discovers a problem and wants to investigate, they won't be able to."
"No problem." Fors did not hesitate for too long before agreeing to the commission.
It's very difficult to take Xio away tomorrow. Without a suitable reason, it's hard for me to persuade her. It's better to accept the other party's commission, and then take Xio with me. If there's danger, I'll sneak into Harvest Church.
Leyton nodded gently, took 200 pounds from the gold pounds Lawrence gave him, and handed them to Fors: "This is the reward, given to you in advance."
Then he found paper and pen, wrote down the summoning incantation for his messenger, and handed them to Lawrence and Fors separately, so they could contact him directly through the messenger if anything happened.
Cherwood Borough, Minsk Street.
Leyton stepped out of the Spirit World, his figure quickly materializing in the study.
"Hmm?" His gaze fell directly on the desk, where there was a folded letter that wasn't there when he left.
"Bernadette's reply?"
Leyton muttered to himself as he approached, picked up the letter, and unfolded it. It was written in delicate handwriting: "Tonight at eleven, Tussock Riverbank."
After reading it, he swung the letter twice in the air, and the paper quickly ignited. A gentle breeze blew, and the ashes were all swept out the window.
He rummaged through the desk drawer for 200 pounds in cash to make up for the gold pounds Lawrence used to buy the cursed item of the ancient vengeful spirit.
He went downstairs and found a Natural Spirit, asking it to deliver the gold pounds to Klein across the street.
Then he returned to the study, closed his eyes slightly, pondering his preparations and plans, and perfecting them.
Not long after, the Natural Spirit sent to deliver the money returned, bringing with it two hundred pounds in cash and a note.
"These two hundred pounds are your reward."
"I should have just given him 1500 pounds directly. After going around in a circle, these two hundred pounds are back again."
Leyton put the two hundred pounds in cash back into the drawer and muttered to himself.
In the evening, inside the Odora family's underground building.
Emlyn gazed uneasily at the iron-black coffin in front of him, which contained an ancient Sanguine, the one who had told him the revelation given by the Ancestor.
Emlyn tried his best to make his voice sound less panicked and anxious as he said, "Lord Nibbs, I accept the Ancestor's mission!"
An old voice quickly responded from within the coffin, "Very good."
"When do you want to start? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"...?" Hearing Lord Nibbs ask if he had any unfulfilled wishes, Emlyn's mustered courage almost completely dissipated.
He gritted his teeth and said with a look of resignation, "No need! I can start now."
Soon, Baron Cosmi, a descendant of Nibbs, came with the candles, essential oils, and herbal powders needed for the ritual.
Emlyn stood quietly for a while, seemingly doing some mental preparation for himself.
He glanced at the iron-black coffin with strange patterns in the very center. The surrounding air seemed to have subtle fluctuations colliding silently.
Taking a deep breath, Emlyn began the ritual according to the normal procedure, lighting candles, dripping essential oils, and sprinkling the corresponding herbal powders.
In a hazy atmosphere, Emlyn lowered his head and began to meditate, repeatedly chanting the honorific name of The Fool:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era; The Mysterious Lord above the Gray Fog; The King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
In the monotonous yet rhythmic sound, Emlyn gradually relaxed and entered a wonderful state.
His body relaxed and became introverted, as if falling into a deep sleep, but his spirituality became lively and light, constantly spreading outwards...
At this moment, he felt as if he was constantly floating upwards.
This state did not last too long, about two or three minutes, before Emlyn returned to reality, feeling a little tired.
He opened his eyes and looked at the iron-black coffin in the central position, saying with a mix of relief and disappointment, "Lord Nibbs, I did not receive a response."
After a while, Nibbs' somewhat hoarse voice sounded, "Alright, you'll stay here tonight, to prevent any unexpected situations."
"Good!" Emlyn nodded in complete agreement.
Eleven o'clock at night, Tussock Riverbank.
Leyton had already been waiting here. The winter night wind carried a biting chill. He couldn't help but rub his hands together and create a warm flame current around him.
Before he could enjoy the warmth of the flames, many thick, emerald green pea vines suddenly descended, one after another, densely packed, layer upon layer. They intertwined and quickly formed a forest whose top could not be seen.
A pumpkin carriage suddenly appeared beside him, its door open, inviting Leyton inside.
Does she always make such a grand entrance? As a Mystery Pryer myself, I suddenly feel like I have no style!
Muttering to himself, Leyton stepped into the pumpkin carriage.
The carriage quickly followed the pea vines upwards, traveling all the way to a fairytale-like garden.
Bernadette sat on a swing made of pea vines, wearing an olive-green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat with fine-mesh gauze hanging down to obscure her face.
Leyton subconsciously glanced at the slightly old-fashioned black soft hat on Bernadette's head. She seemed to like this hat very much, perhaps Roselle gave it to her?
"Good evening, Lady~" He quickly reined in his wandering thoughts and greeted her with a smile.
Bernadette nodded gently, then got straight to the point: "Good evening. An avatar of a Fallen God, even if He actively seeks death, is not something we can easily kill. What preparations do you have for this?"
Leyton tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, then nodded slightly, picked up the bone staff hanging from his waist, and threw it onto his shadow.
Immediately, he felt his own Degenerate intentions being separated, mixing with something and combining with the shadow.
The next moment, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came alive, surging like water, twisting and wriggling into a dark, human-shaped figure.
A purple light flashed in Bernadette's eyes, and she looked at the sudden appearance of the dark figure with vigilance.
"He is the part of the True Creator's will that has returned to normal."
Leyton reminded Bernadette not to pry too much, lest she be injured by seeing the Hanged Man's figure.
"You can call me Sasrir. Perhaps your father has mentioned me to you."
Sasrir's voice was calm, without any fluctuations.
"Sasrir? That Viceroy of Heaven?"
Bernadette merely pondered for a moment, then quickly collected her thoughts and brought the conversation back on track: "What level is the True Creator's descending avatar at? And what abilities and weaknesses does He have?"
Sasrir did not hesitate, and narrated calmly: "He carries a portion of the Profane Presbyter's Beyonder characteristic, but His own Beyonder pathway remains at the True God level."
"The suppression brought by His Beyonder pathway will be resolved by me and the Hidden Sage for you respectively. You only need to kill Him in the shortest possible time."
"By virtue of His True God Beyonder pathway, He can use part of the Dark Angel's authority and abilities... The power of the Sun domain will have a relatively strong restraining effect on Him."
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