Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 30 Different Effects
The Godforsaken Land, late at night when the lightning frequency had dropped to a very low level.
”Two slices of white bread sandwiched between a grilled meat doesn’t feel too bad …… The Misty Sea’s specialty sweet and sour mouth drink is better than I expected …… ” After swallowing the last mouthful of food into his stomach, Klein heartily sighed in admiration and threw the remaining wrappings into the depths of darkness by hand; the concept of environmental protection didn’t exist here anyway, and there were no garbage cans.
Of course, he had to take care of the connection between these things and himself in advance, just like every time he gave up a secret puppet, he had to go to the “Source Castle” to do a “disinfection”, so as not to be used by the Amon doppelgänger to lock his whereabouts.
”Well, inanimate objects will not be transformed into a hidden state by the darkness here ……” Klein raised the horse lamp offered by Daniz and illuminated the items he had just discarded.
With the problem of warmth and food solved, he had the presence of mind to attempt certain things that he had already divined the level of danger for earlier.
As the dim light wavered, Klein grabbed forward with his right hand and dragged his other self from the air.
It was he within the aperture of history, likewise carrying a marquee.
In the next second, Klein entered the grayish mist, allowing his consciousness to “awaken” within the projection he had summoned.
The projection, surrounded by a procession of monsters and wrapped in endless darkness, opened its mouth, intending to pronounce the name Amanisis:
”……”
Nothing came out of him, what he wanted to say seemed to be hidden away.
”Sure enough, it matches what I presumed.” Klein, wearing a half-height silk bowler hat and a black knee-length trench coat, exhaled slowly.
Glancing at the horse lamp that gave off a dim glow, he suddenly chanted in a low tone in the Giant’s language:
”Leodro!”
Before his words had fully subsided, hundreds of lightning bolts twisted and intertwined and fell as if answering a call, instantly covering the area.
Klein had no time to dodge, and even after swapping positions with the secret puppet, he was still within the range of the attack.
In a big silver-white flash, he fell to the ground on the spot, his body was scorched black and convulsed violently, seemingly turning into a giant piece of coal.
Then, his figure quickly collapsed and disappeared like a phantasmagoria.
Wearing a real bowler hat, an Intis trench coat, and carrying a simple lamp, Klein then “returned” to reality and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.
After walking for a while, his figure suddenly blurred and became clear again.
Immediately afterward, Klein opened his mouth once again and pronounced a name in the giant language:
”O……”
No sooner had he uttered that opening syllable than transparent flames leapt out of him and instantly burned him to ashes, not giving him a chance to swap places with the secret puppet.
Klein’s figure reemerged, clicking his bowler hat and walking forward on the hill covered in weird plants with a calm face.
”Hierabergen.”
……
”Badhair.”
……
”Omibella.”
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”Nothing unusual about any of them, there’s no corresponding residue of divine power in the area around Silver City ah ……
”Medici, Urolius, and Saslir …… This is even more useless, none of them are deities …… I thought the afternoon town and the ‘Giant’s Royal Court’ were special Situation, outside with Saslir this real name can activate the ‘fallen’ power of the Godforsaken land …… ‘Red Angel’ as having the ‘uniqueness ‘ King of Angels, also counted as half a true god, but even a little trace did not leave, simply disgraceful, no, disgraceful King of Angels!” In the slight back swing of his black trench coat, Klein walked down the hill, following his spiritual intuition, and traveled towards the city-state’s ruins of Nos in the northwestern direction.
He took detours and “flame jumps”, not exactly following the route explored by Silver City to his destination.
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Birkeland, late at night.
Audrey, who realized that she had digested a little more of the magic potion, was very active in using “dream travel” to leave her house and go to various dream worlds in the surrounding area.
Knowing what the current situation was like, she had a strong desire to become a demigod.
While traveling like this, she suddenly saw an acquaintance.
This was a noblewoman who was on good terms with her. She was 29 years old and had gotten married to a Viscount the year before.
At this time, this lady’s room is constantly floating rose petals, the bed is clean and white, placed a pair of heart-shaped rings, and there is a knocking sound at the window.
This lady’s cheeks flushed and her feet flew towards there and opened the window.
A man in a black iron mask and a dark cloak leaped in, embraced the lady, and told in a low voice:
”I will take you away from pain.”
The two then began to tangle in all sorts of ways, rolling all the way to bed.
As a “dreamwalker” who was trying to digest the magic potion, Audrey had already seen similar scenes, passed the shy stage, and sighed that everyone’s dreams were really colorful and imaginative, at this time, she did not lose her temper at all, and maintained the etiquette of the “audience”. At this point, she did not lose her composure at all, maintaining the decorum of an “audience,” as if she were witnessing an over-the-top drama.
Upon a moment’s scrutiny, she noticed a problem:
The man in the black iron mask was not the spouse of the lady, but more like a dandy in the circle of nobles.
”Is this a reflection of a latent intention in the heart?” Audrey muttered to herself in the academic manner of doing dream analysis.
Then she curiously “traveled” into the next dream.
It corresponded to the husband of the noblewoman, a viscount.
In the dream, this Viscount was busy participating in a discussion at the House of Lords, and then was chased by a Count with a revolver on the grounds that he had abducted the other party’s daughter.
Once escaped to safety, this Viscount sought out his female secretary to vent his fears of what had just happened.
Audrey couldn’t help but exit the dream world to see the state of the Viscount and his wife in reality.
Inside the bedroom illuminated by the scarlet moonlight, on the large, white bed, the Viscount slept with his arm around his lady, who was wrapped around him in an intimate embrace.
”Well, it is important to realize that everyone has a dark side, and to ‘condemn’ anyone purely on the basis of the dreams they have had, the thoughts they have had in an instant, will lead them to hell, and no one will be spared, including myself …… who can take control of my own dark I can control my dark side, so that it can never enter the reality, for most people, it is already very good …… “Audrey more and more feel that playing the “dream walker” is a torture and refinement of their own mind.
She entered the dream world again and traveled to another area.
It wasn’t long before she arrived in a warm “room”.
It was thickly carpeted and had a dining room table with an old woman with gray hair at the main table.
She was flanked by a middle-aged man and woman and three pre-teen children, all talking, laughing, and enjoying the food by candlelight.
Outside the room, on the other hand, the darkness was deep, and the gusty wind clanked the glass, brewing the feeling of terror before disaster strikes.
”What is the owner of this dream world worried and afraid of?” Audrey exited the dream, trying to look to reality for answers to validate her speculation.
She then saw a modest sleeping bed and the old woman with gray hair.
On this old woman’s nightstand was picture frame after picture frame, either wrapped in black cloth or tied with white flowers, of a middle-aged couple and three pre-teen children.
Audrey turned her head to look out the window in silence, only to see the ruins left by the bombing near the house.
The aristocratic young lady pursed her lips and holed back into the old woman’s dream.
Instead of trying to stop the disaster that might befall her, she simply materialized a chair and sat next to it, watching the joyful and cozy family with seriousness and concentration.
In the sound of the wind and the shaking of the glass, the room was brightly lit, the food smelled good, and the laughter continued.
Audrey summarized the “Dreamwalker” playbook in this way:
”The Dreamwalker comes, sees, records without interfering, is merely a ‘spectator’.”
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Inside St. Samuel’s Church, Leonard, summoned by Archbishop Anthony Stevenson, steps up the winding staircase in the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass.
Suddenly he lowered his voice:
”Old man, that hidden party is about to open again, are you really going to try to enter the treasure left by the Jacob family at the end of the month?”
”Not sure yet, but it’s a chance, at least Amon proper is getting caught up in the ‘Source Castle’ business and won’t suddenly appear.” Inside Leonard’s mind, Palles Zoroaster responded in a slightly husky voice, “However, I’m now more inclined to reveal the news of the treasure, and let the people in that party venture out on their own, to explore, while we stand guard nearby, observing the situation and extracting what we need from their hands.”
Leonard was baffled for a moment and whispered:
”Old man, wouldn’t this be too sinister?”
This was using the members of the “Hermits of Fate” as props to step on traps.
”Hehe, naive, childish, you can tell them all the details and let them decide whether they want to go or not.” Palles Zoroaster snorted.
Leonard didn’t mention the matter again and asked instead:
”Old man, when will I become a demigod?”
Palles laughed:
”If you can get a spirit at the level of your former colleague’s messenger, you’ll be able to digest the magic potion by the beginning of next year, but, huh, it’s better to follow the points I hinted at and play it in depth, by the time you wait until the second half of next year you should have the qualifications to impact Sequence 4. Of course, whether the Black Night Church will give you the magic potion and help you with your rituals, I’m not sure about that, that one called Crested Cesima’s Senior Deacon didn’t also wait for years until the war was in full swing before he actually became a demigod?”
Leonard nodded, then asked thoughtfully:
”Old man, can you play a spirit and help me digest?
”Your level should be higher than Klein’s messenger ……”
Palles Zoroaster was silent for a few seconds and said “Hey”:
”Very thoughtful.
”How about I help you digest the magic potion?”
”Help how?” Leonard knew that the old man was mocking, but he still couldn’t help but ask.
”Deeply parasitize you and completely master your body.” Palles responded without any good humor.
While speaking, Leonard arrived in front of the door of the Archbishop of the Diocese of Beckland.
He immediately closed his mouth, raised his right hand, and knocked on the door with a certainty.
”Come in.” Anthony Stevenson glanced at Leonard who opened the door and said, “You can release that vampire behind Charnis’ door.”