Chapter 71
Klein, I need your help in my cultivation.
Chapter 71 Klein, I Need Your Help in My Cultivation (Seeking First Subscription)
The terrace on the castle.
The "witch" Siflind wore a priestess robe, her ten fingers adorned with bone rings carved with sea monster totems, and she held a vessel filled with salt crystals, deep-sea algae, and blood-clotted seashells.
Her daughter followed behind, somewhat frightened, carrying a tray filled with wine and various fruits.
Hearing the noise, Xia'er turned around and glanced at the witch with her head down and the tray in her hand.
Sea salt, pickled vegetables, delicacies cooked with animal blood, and a pair of wooden chopsticks.
This "witch" does seem to know something about elves.
Although equally fearful, she was a bit calmer than the girl behind her.
"Bring it over here."
Chael snapped his fingers, and the wind swirling around the terrace transformed into sheets of white paper. These sheets combined to form tables and chairs with an elven style.
We can't rush to utilize the fog; let's eat first.
"Sir, we have also prepared a lot of food. If it suits your taste, I will have it sent over."
Siflin and her daughter respectfully placed the tray on the stone table, her head slightly bowed, never daring to look at Chael's face.
"You can prepare more food."
"I've been at sea for a long time and haven't had a proper meal in a long time."
Chael was neither polite nor deliberately mysterious.
He picked up his chopsticks and started eating; the food was barely enough to fill a tooth gap.
Sifline glanced at her youngest daughter and told her to go out and bring over the prepared food, while she stayed behind to pour wine for Chael.
"Are you descendants of giants?"
Chael took a sip of the local red wine and casually asked.
A warrior-path Sequence 5 "Guardian" lord, and a hermit-path Sequence 5 "Astrologer" witch.
It's not bad for a place that's so remote.
"My husband has some giant blood, but he is not a direct descendant of giants."
"My family is a 'witch' family that has always lived here."
Siflin recounted the history of Passling and refilled Chael's glass of wine.
The witches' branch has always lived in this seaside forest, while the warriors' branch migrated here after the fall of the giant king, during the time of the ancient sun god, to avoid disaster.
There are also some other low-sequence extraordinary pathways here, but the highest is only Sequence 7, which is not as good as the 'Witch' and 'Warrior' pathways.
What she said was basically consistent with the information that Xia Er obtained through the spirit world.
After dinner... at night.
Chael went to the bedroom inside the castle.
He created a closed spiritual environment in the room, and then took out the heart of the Mist Wolf, which could be used as half of the seal artifact corresponding to the Sequence Three Ancient Scholar.
"I'm not good at divination, but I know some people are."
Chael began to construct the ritual of praying to Mr. Fool above the gray fog.
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."
"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."
"I beg for your gaze, I beg for your response..."
Four candles, four kinds of food made of paper, the essential oil extracted as requested by the Fool... a precisely pointed incantation.
Shael performed the prayer ritual with great seriousness, inscribing his own luck-changing runes, hoping to replay the recording of "The Fool's" response to him in the Fifth Age in the Fourth Age.
"Okay...okay...okay..."
The ceremony was a success, and Chael replayed the recording, hearing the Fool's magnificent and vast voice.
"Now."
He grasped the heart of the demon wolf and, during the mysterious ritual, began to summon historical projections.
Summoning the historical aperture projection of Klein Moretti from the future Fifth Age.
The historical fog of the real world clearly does not record the history of the future.
It also cannot summon a projection of the future.
But above the gray fog, in that space beyond reality, the historical mysteries within are quite different.
Shael had indeed met Klein Moretti; he had even pushed and hugged him. Summoning a Sequence 9 historical projection shouldn't be too difficult for a half-angel in theory.
As the gray fog surged, following Mr. Fool's voice, Chael seemed to have grasped something.
It took him some effort to pull out the historical projection.
This is an ordinary player whose face is shrouded in mist and cannot be seen clearly.
Chael had a gut feeling that if he lifted the spiritual seal on the room, this "false" projection of history would soon disappear.
In Tingen, on Daffodil Street, Klein, who was sleeping, turned over uncomfortably.
But he didn't wake up; he was still sleeping soundly.
Unsurprisingly, in the Gray Fog Space, amidst the historical mists, Klein's personal information was recorded.
Chael was unusually nervous.
Although this historical projection looks mysterious.
But as a summoner, how could he not know what level this guy is at?
He is a Sequence 9 fortune teller who wears a mask!
"May the Heavenly Venerable protect us."
Chael created a virtual personality and entered the body of the "Diviner's" historical projection, attempting to manipulate this mindless image.
"Occupy the next house" moved; it stretched its arms, seemingly getting used to the new situation.
"Let's continue."
Seeing that the first step was successful, Xia Er didn't waste any words and shifted his focus to the historical projection.
"Occupy the next house" arrives at the center of the room and begins to walk counterclockwise around the square.
With each step, he recited in a low voice.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord."
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."
"The God of Fortune and Prosperity Xuanhuang."
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
After returning to its original position, 'Shael' waited to enter the gray fog space like Klein.
However, nothing happened; the gray-white mist surrounding it simply became even denser.
"Started with piracy, how come they have such strict anti-counterfeiting measures?"
Helpless, Xia Er realized he wasn't Klein Moretti after all, and he stubbornly drew a lucky charm.
A deep red light shimmered.
"Shael" (the diviner) has arrived in the mysterious space above the gray fog.
"Heh, one per person... barcode?"
Looking at the gray-white mist flowing like water, Xia Er didn't know what to say; he just came up here anyway.
"Then why can't I bring up historical projections of other diviners from this era?"
Xia'er thought of her several failed attempts and cautiously looked around, searching for the location of the Celestial Venerable's Curtain.
So the curtain just sat there quietly on the ground in the distance.
Perhaps because of the special environment above the gray fog, it is relatively stable, unlike the sealed objects in reality, which would cause huge chaos if they were not sealed.
Xia'er shifted her gaze, moved her feet slightly, and distanced herself from the Heavenly Venerable's curtain.
When its crimson star, symbolizing itself, lit up, it snapped its fingers, and the spirits responded automatically, opening the gate of sacrifice, and the Book of Calamities was offered up above the gray fog.