The gathering ended.
After a moment of daze, Lex saw the ceiling of his bedroom. He yawned, threw off the covers, sat up, and stretched.
"The last message has been sent out. Now, it's up to see how these messages will ferment and to what extent they can ferment."
"I hope it can prevent a disaster from happening."
Lex suddenly felt something. He blinked twice, activated his spiritual vision, and saw a slight bulge in the space before him, followed by two translucent arms reaching out.
Asered's messenger arrived!
The messenger held a box in both hands, gently tossed it to Lex, then retracted and disappeared.
Lex opened the box and saw a black iron-colored heart inside. Its lines were incredibly sharp, as if one might accidentally cut themselves; in addition, there was a pair of eyeballs. These eyeballs were still moving, and when they looked at Lex, he felt as if his weaknesses were exposed.
Next to these two materials, there were small labels, respectively reading 'Blade Killer Heart' and 'Blade Killer Eyeballs'.
These were two materials for a Sequence 5 Reaper!
Night had fallen.
In the depths of this harsh winter, Backlund was experiencing a light rain. Fors, disguised and tightly wrapped in a cloak, felt the urge to turn back home and throw herself into her warm bed for the 108th time.
If it weren't for a Beyonder gathering in the East District tonight, and if it weren't to advance to a higher life form as soon as possible to escape the ravings of the full moon, she wouldn't have appeared on the quiet, almost deserted streets on such a cold, drizzly night, even if it killed her.
She looked at the petite figure beside her.
Fortunately, Xio had no other work tonight, and fortunately, I dragged her along, otherwise I would definitely be home by now.
A moment later, the two Young Misses stopped in front of a house that looked long abandoned. The house's door was even damaged, and a mouse scurried out from inside, startling Fors so much that she nearly jumped onto Xio .
Xio pulled out a three-edged steel spike from her cloak, used it to push open the door, and said, "Are you sure the gathering place is here?"
"I'm sure." Fors also had many of her own channels; she was certain she hadn't misheard.
"Alright, I'll go first. If anything happens, we run immediately." Although Xio was only 1.5 meters tall, she possessed courage disproportionate to her stature.
The girl with messy blonde hair took the lead, walked through the door, and found some candles intentionally placed on a nearby table.
A moment later, a warm Light illuminated the room, slightly dispelling the darkness and giving Fors the courage to proceed deeper.
"The gathering is in the basement," Fors reminded.
Xio nodded, walked ahead holding the candle, and found a staircase leading to the basement.
Just two steps down, a figure suddenly appeared in her eyes.
The shadow clung to the wall at the staircase's corner. It was clearly a man, wearing clothes with visible holes, and looked like a corpse.
But then, the figure suddenly moved. His neck creaked as he turned his head to look up the stairs: "Young Misses, you're late."
Then he continued to move his neck: "My neck has stiffened from waiting. Come with me quickly."
"So it's the Gatekeeper. You scared me to death; I thought it was a Zombie. Xio you weren't scared, were you?" Fors whispered, shrinking behind Xio still shaken.
Xio calmly said, "I noticed he was human from the start."
As she said this, the 1.5-meter Miss lightly wiped the sweat from her hands inside her cloak.
After walking down the stairs and through a door, they arrived in a room with a long table and chairs casually placed around it.
On the long table in the middle, several candles flickered, casting a dim, shadowy glow throughout the room.
Fors casually observed her surroundings, seeing a black iron pot overturned on the ground, many glass jars in a cabinet in the corner, and noticeable dust on the floor.
She and Xio sat in an inconspicuous corner, then heard someone ask, "Does anyone have Jellyfish venom crystals? I need three to five grams."
The gathering proceeded, with some transactions successfully concluded and others falling through.
A moment later, from the corner of the left side of the long table, a voice spoke: "Have you heard? A terrifying witch has come to Backlund. She will spread the Plague and create disaster here."
Someone laughed: "Are you sure?"
"This is Backlund. What kind of witch do you think could hide from the Church's eyes, let alone spread the Plague and create disaster here?"
The previous person said coldly, "Believe it or not, I'm just kindly reminding you all to be careful of witches during this period."
"By the way, the one who revealed this news is someone who possesses a magical item equivalent to Sequence 6. I don't think such a person would be bored enough to joke about something like this."
The participants immediately fell silent.
Even if there were Beyonder here, most were at most Entry-Level.
Most were even just ordinary people.
Sequence 6 was too distant for them; they had to look up to it.
Perhaps because of this news, the gathering ended hastily not long after.
Returning to her residence, Fors quickly burrowed into her bed and then prayed: "Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious Ruler Above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."
"Respected Mr. Fool, I have received a message. A terrifying witch has come to Backlund. She will spread the Plague and create disaster here."
Minsk Street.
Klein, who had just returned to his bedroom from the washroom, eagerly threw himself into bed, feeling the lingering warmth in the covers melt away the cold from his body. He sighed, saying, "When I have money in the future, I must rent a house with a fireplace!"
Then he shivered to accelerate the rise of temperature in the bed. At this moment, he suddenly heard faint, layered prayers.
"It seems to be Miss Fors."
"It's news, not a plea."
"Should I go Above the gray fog? Only there can I hear clearly."
While contemplating this question, Klein stretched his hand out of the covers, felt the cold outside, and immediately pulled it back.
"Tomorrow morning, then."
"Yes, as soon as I wake up tomorrow, I'll go Above the gray fog."
Telling himself this, Klein relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep.
Tuesday.
It had rained last night, but the air today couldn't be called fresh; instead, it made the fog even denser.
Elana, who hadn't gone out due to the thick fog, was at home reading a novel. Just then, she heard the downstairs doorbell chime. A moment later, her maid delivered a message: Viscount Yelise's servant had arrived.