Part 5 THE RED PRIEST CHAPTER IXIV INTENTIONS

　　BECKLAND, NORTHERN DISTRICT, No. 7, PINSTER STREET.

　　Leonard, who had been busy all day, finally had the chance to ask his doubts:

　　”Old man, what is ‘Source Castle’?”

　　The slightly older voice inside his head was silent for a few seconds and said “Hey”:

　　”That place you meet every Monday is most likely the ‘Source Castle’.”

　　”……” Leonard did not expect to hear such an answer, his brain was a bit blank for a moment, both surprised, shocked, but also mixed with the fruit will not be no origin, so it is so and other complex emotions.

　　After a while, he asked in a low voice with a slight urgency:

　　”Then what exactly is the ‘Source Castle’ place?”

　　Palles Zoroaster laughed as if he were sighing as if he were laughing to himself:

　　”Actually, I don’t know too much about it, I’ve just heard some rumors.

　　”That’s not quite the same as the creation myth you know, the rumor is that what was left behind by that original Creator were nine different things, some of them were kingdoms, some of them were cities, some of them were rivers, some of them were oceans, some of them were keys, and the ‘Fortress of Sources’ was one of them.

　　”It may not actually be a castle, but some other form, and you probably know better than I do exactly what it looks like.

　　”I’m certain it exists because I sensed it when I was promoted to Angel, but was unable to peer into it and make a connection with it.

　　”My great-grandfather mentioned a speculation that those nine things might be related to the ‘source quality’ recorded on the second ‘blasphemous tablet’, but unfortunately, k saw limited content at that time due to various reasons, and was unable to decipher the ‘source quality’ related part.”

　　Leonard calmed down quite a bit and leaned back against the back of the sofa afterward, asking thoughtfully:

　　”Old man, are you suspecting that Mr. ‘Fool’ is the incarnation of ‘Source Quality’?”

　　Based on what he had seen and heard at the tarot meeting and what old man Palles had occasionally recounted, he already had a certain understanding of some of the things that happened in the Divine Spirit Realm.

　　Palles Zoroaster was silent for a long time before responding:

　　”Perhaps ……”

　　……

　　On a night when curfew was strictly enforced, the streets of Berklend saw few pedestrians, and the occasional carriage passed by, riding with persons of sufficient status.

　　Upon arriving at the agreed upon house, Klein did not rush inside, half-closing his eyes, he raised his right hand, grabbed it vaguely in front of him, and pulled out another Sherlock Moriarty in a black double-breasted tweed overcoat, a half-height silk bowler hat, and a gold-encrusted walking stick.

　　This was the man he had been when he went out just now, an image from the aperture of history.

　　Because Crane himself was across the room, the image was dull and stiff, as if it were a prop on a stage.

　　Based on several previous experiments, Klein knew that this was the “principle of uniqueness of time and consciousness” in the occult, that is to say, at the same point in time, the essence of each person is unique, if the body can think, the projection will not.

　　And those who were summoned out of the history of the dead hole image, the same, Klein suspected that his current level is not enough reason, in short, other people’s projections can only do a more mechanical question and answer and more instinctive fighting, “ancient scholars” do not know things, even if they personally experienced, but also can not give the corresponding answer.

　　This confirms one of Klein’s guesses, that is, “ancient scholars” can see in the fog of history of those fragments, are their own in the reality of the past, have had a certain amount of research, in short, that is, that piece of the fog need to “ancient scholars” their own one piece of light! In short, the fog needs to be illuminated piece by piece by the “ancient scholar” himself.

　　Of course, Klein also suspected that if most of the fragments of the history of the same event had been illuminated, the rest would probably appear naturally.

　　”At least the corresponding ability will not be missing because I don’t know enough, as long as there is an image in the hole of history, the state of that moment is a complete record …… This is enough …… “Klein looked at the historical projection that could only act based on instinct, and his body suddenly disappeared into the grayish mist.

　　Since Fugen’s Dog, who is not yet a complete “Ancient Scholar”, can live in the hole of history, there is no reason why real “Ancient Scholars” can’t do so. The only problem is that there is a time limit, and in addition, after a long period of time, the real world’s secret puppets will surely die, but this is just a different way of doing things. However, this is just another form of accompanying the “ancient scholars”.

　　As Klein’s body entered the gray mist, his consciousness suddenly came to life in the historical projection.

　　Raising his hand and pressing his bowler hat on his head, Sherlock Moriarty’s Klein came to the outside of the house, and according to the agreement, he directly took out the “master key”, pressed it against the door, and gently turned it.

　　His figure directly floated in the house, by the scarlet moonlight, quickly looked around.

　　The sofas, cabinets, high-backed chairs, coffee tables, and other furniture here were obviously all quite old, seeming to come from the last hundred years, and appeared quite outdated.

　　In the gloom, Sharon, wearing a gothic court dress and a compact fedora of the same color, appeared abruptly in a high-backed chair.

　　”Good evening.” The “puppet” lady nodded slightly and opened her mouth in greeting.

　　If she didn’t speak or open her mouth, she would be the most standard and delicate puppet.

　　At the same time, at the sofa position, the white shirt and black vest of Maric also outlined.

　　…… This gentleman, it s winter, won t you be cold in this? Ah yes, you are the “dead”, the “dead” are not afraid of the cold …… Klein spat out two sentences in his heart, took off his hat, and bowed to the pale blonde hair, azure eyes, pale face of the Sharon with a salute:

　　”Good evening, Ms. Sharon.”

　　He then half-turned his body and addressed Maric:

　　”Good evening.”

　　The deepest impression Klein had of this former “zombie” and current “disgruntled spirit” was that the other party had gotten together to play cards with the zombie he had driven.

　　Back to play cards together …… He silently sighed.

　　The reason why he suddenly thought of playing cards is because when Klein analyzed the fighting style of the “ancient scholars”, he found that if he encountered Charatu, the two sides would probably “play cards on the spot”:

　　You play a “Consul Rosier”, I play a “Emperor Rosier”, you play a “Bernadette”, I play a “Benoit”, if you play a “Consul Rosier”, I play a “Benoit”, if you play a “Consul Rosier”, I play a “Benoit”. “If you play “Half a Fool”, I’ll play “Amon”. ……

　　I didn’t realize that the battle of the soothsayers would one day become a “poker game”, a realistic and extremely dangerous one… …Hey, but Charatu is a Sequence 1 Angel, he won’t give me a chance to “play cards” at all, and when I summoned those big names in the historical orifice images, the success rate was still relatively low. …… Klein retracted his gaze and took the initiative to say to Sharon. said to Sharon:

　　”I need to do something recently, it’s more difficult and dangerous, one of the steps is to collect twenty-two kinds of extraordinary people’s blood from different ways. For the ‘Spiteful Soul’ pathway, the only people I can think of to turn to are you and Maric, you should be better at curses and have a way to remove the blood’s connection to yourself.”

　　In fact, he could try to summon the “General of Blood” Seniol on the spot and mix his blood into the ceramic jar, but whether it would work or not, Klein didn’t know, and he couldn’t “divine” it, after all, it involved a high level beyond Sequence 1, and lacked of sufficient information. The only thing he can say for sure is that drawing the symbol will not bring any danger to himself or his provider.

　　Since the “Ancient Scholar” can do too many operations, Klein even tried to summon the former “witch” Tris before, and easily subdued her, smearing her blood on the “Grocer’s Travels”.

　　However, this did not work.

　　After thinking about it, Klein believed that there was a logical contradiction in the timeline that prevented it from working – the blood was an “extra” from the past Tris, and the one that Grocer’s Travels was pulling on must be the past Tris, which would be equivalent to changing history.

　　And history can’t be changed, so the experiment failed.

　　Sharon quietly listened to Sherlock Moriarty’s request and spoke without any change in expression:

　　”Good.

　　”How much?”

　　Ms. Sharon’s response was the same as I thought …… Klein took out a thin glass tube:

　　”One tube like this will be enough.”

　　Sharon, who was wearing a gothic court dress, gently lifted her right hand, and the glass thin tube seemed to have a life of its own, actively detaching itself from Klein’s palm and flying over.

　　Immediately afterward, this doll-like lady’s right hand fell to her left wrist, and her nails suddenly grew long and became abnormally sharp.

　　With just a slight scratch, she made an additional wound on her wrist, and bright red blood overflowed from it, not dripping downward, floating up in reverse and plunging into the thin glass tube.

　　By the time the container was full, Sharon’s wound recovered instantly, not a trace of it could be seen any more, while the stopper jumped violently to the mouth of the tube, spun around a few times, and finished closing on its own.

　　During this process, Sharon, whose face was not as pale as before, did not have the slightest change in expression, as if she had suppressed all her feelings in her heart.

　　Glancing at the tube of blood in her hand, Sharon’s left palm probed out and touched it, slowly gliding over it from top to bottom.

　　This was removing the connection between the blood and the essence.

　　After doing so, the tube of blood leapt forward and flew back into Klein’s hand.

　　”Anything else you need help with?” Sharon said calmly as she sat in her high-backed chair.

　　”Nothing for now, thanks.” Klein shook his head and snapped his fingers, causing a crimson flame to ignite in his palm.

　　That flame quickly leapt up and wrapped around the thin glass tube.

　　When the redness dissipated, the tube of blood was gone.

　　This was a new variation of “Flame Jump”, which allowed one to transfer items from one’s own body to a secret puppet or one’s own body.

　　In addition to this, all of Klein’s previous extraordinary abilities had been upgraded and changed accordingly.

　　Skillful with his abilities he looked across the room at Sharon anew and casually asked:

　　”How is the digestion of your ‘puppet’ magic potion going?”

　　When he first met Ms. Sharon, he felt that the other party was like a human doll, and thought that whether it was due to nature or the principle of observing moderation, it was a kind of advance play, which would surely help the digestion of the ‘puppet’ magic potion in no small measure.

　　”Not bad.” Sharon replied flatly, “Another one to two years, should be able to finish digesting.”

　　One to two years now …… Sure enough, even faster would be counted in years, only me, less than half a year …… It’s not something to be proud of, being arranged plainly …… Of course, if one Of course, if you count the time I was hanging above the light door, it would have to be counted as a thousand years …… “Miracle Worker”……If I can get rid of this kind of destiny, perhaps I can be considered to have created a “miracle”. “miracle” it …… Klein sighed a few words in his heart and nodded gently:

　　”What are your recent plans?”

　　Sharon said:

　　”I hope to restore the integrity of the teacher’s body.”

　　Marich on the couch then added:

　　”But didn’t you say that Charatu, the head of the Tantric Order, is in Berkland and has close ties to the Rose School?”

　　”Right.” Klein smiled and said, “Be patient, there will always be a chance.”

　　This was actually a kind of relief, even if he became an “Ancient Scholar” and could find a lot of helpers, he currently had no idea of dealing with Charatru – the intact Sequence 1 was absolutely terrifying beyond imagination!

　　Moreover, the more he went on in the path of “Diviner”, the more Klein realized that Chalatu was terrifying and hard to kill.

　　After preventing George III from becoming a god, Klein plans to leave Birkeland to give himself more time to grow.