Although this was the book world created by Groselle’s Travels, everything was possible, but there were certain details that still revealed problems.
To Klein, he wasn’t too caught up with how that they could understand each other, but the kind of method that resulted in the comprehension.
Danitz was taken aback for a second. He recalled and said, “It’s a language which sounds a little familiar yet unfamiliar, but I was able to understand everything.”
The supernatural languages he knew were ancient Hermes, followed by Elvish. He was only a beginner in Jotun.
As for the history described by the members of the main lead’s team, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. He even looked forward to hearing the details.
Klein long knew that the various Churches and the Northern Continent’s countries had consciously attempted to destroy or conceal information, to hide the true history of the Fourth Epoch, Third Epoch, and even the Second Epoch. What people knew as common knowledge actually differed from the people who used to live in those eras.
This was also one of the reasons why Klein took on the risk to enter the book world!
Inside the spacious and windy cave, a bonfire scattered its light and heat on three humanoid figures.
One of them was a middle-aged man in an extremely spartan white robe. He had wrinkles but didn’t appear old. He had his back to the fire as he faced the stone wall with his eyes closed, focused on his prayers. He had short brown hair, and his shoulders, arms, calves, and feet were exposed, revealing all kinds of old scars.
Beside him was a lad using a stone for a pillow. He donned a black, heavy full-body armor. By his hand was an erected black sword that emitted a cold shimmering light. His facial features were rather deep, giving him clear Loen traits.
Sitting opposite the two was a man in his thirties who was dressed strangely. He gave people a sense of unease. He wore a sharp and hard black hat, and his coat’s buttons were mismatched. It was messy and chaotic, highly asymmetric and unharmonious.
In addition, the tips of his leather boots curled up high, making him look like a circus clown.
This man had quite a handsome face. He had flaxen-colored hair, deep brown eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. Even though he sat there, he gave off an arrogant feeling.
Edwina pointed at him and said, “Solomon Empire’s Viscount Mobet Zoroast, a gentleman who can take away the ideals and dreams of others.”
“You don’t have to mince your words. Hello there, I’m a Sequence 5 Dream Stealer of the Marauder pathway,” Mobet said with a chuckle. He acted nothing like the arrogance he seemed to exude.
At that moment, Anderson warmly greeted him with a smile and asked as though they were pals, “To be frank, this is the first time I’m hearing of Dream Stealer. I only know of Marauder and Swindler. There are two Sequences in the middle I’m not aware of.”
“Are the Beyonders of this pathway already so scarce? Doesn’t Edwina know? Sequence 7 Cryptologist and Sequence 6 Fire Bandit. Haha, let me do the introductions.” Mobet warmly pointed to the praying man whose back was facing everyone. “The pious ascetic, Snowman. He believes in the Lord that created everything, the omnipotent and omniscient God. Don’t mind him. He’s completely sealed himself in his beliefs. But in combat, he’s a very reliable companion. Eh, Snowman, you should say something at the very least.”
Mobet, who didn’t receive a response, stroked his chin with a rueful smile.
“This is the treatment I often receive. You might find it hard to imagine that I was an arrogant, reserved, and refined nobleman. But time has changed everything. Heh heh, that happens when your companion is a giant who only knows how to chuckle foolishly and shout slogans…”
When he said this, Groselle, who was sitting on a rock, smiled in a simple and good-natured manner. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head as his single vertical eye didn’t show the ferocity and cruelness that giants were strongly rumored to have.
Mobet shook his head and pointed at the ascetic, Snowman.
“As for him, he might not speak a single word for years or even a decade. Siatas is a very violent woman. As long as there are any emotional stirrings in her, she’ll beat me up. Sigh, I’m as afraid of her now as I was infatuated over her back then. Therefore, I can only make conversation and speak to them; otherwise, I’ll definitely go mad!
“Thankfully, Frunziar came later. He’s quite the conversationalist. Hey, Frunziar, wake up! We have new companions!”
The sleeping black-armored knight slowly woke up as he looked at Klein and company.
Suddenly, there was the sound of metal striking each other as he stood up. Staring at Klein, he said, “Loenese?”
“Yes,” Klein nodded frankly. He discovered that this Loen soldier who had gone missing for 165 years didn’t look old. He had black hair and sharp, blue eyes. He made one submit to him unknowingly.
Frunziar appeared adrift for a moment as he quickly composed himself.
“Do you know of Backlund’s Edward family?”
“Backlund has many Edwards,” Klein replied simply.
“The Edward family that lives at 18 Delahire Street in Northwest Borough,” Frunziar pressed anxiously.
Klein shook his head.
“Northwest Borough no longer exists.”
“Northwest Borough no longer exists…” Frunziar repeated those words as his voice grew softer.
He fell silent for a few seconds before exhaling.
“I’ve no idea how many years have passed outside, but it should’ve been quite a while. Edwina told me the actual year, but I don’t remember the year I entered… I was sleeping most of the time, and time here seems to be frozen.”
Mobet Zoroast chuckled upon hearing that.
“That’s because you have bad luck. Back when we were passing through cities and villages, everything was perfect.”
He looked at Klein, Anderson, and Danitz.
“Back then, we lived in places with humans, with intelligent races. We got married again and again, seeing our wives turn old, grow weak, and die. Heh, before a new member joins, we would forget our goals. We would lead ordinary but happy and relaxed lives for decades or centuries. The only con is that we aren’t able to bear our own children.
“Later, Frunziar came. We entered this region blanketed by ice and snow. We hunted many monsters, but gradually, we began to fall into a slumber. We were seldom awake until we met Edwina.”
“We will soon encounter the King of the North.”
“Why?” Anderson and Mobet asked in unison.
Edwina surveyed the area and said, “Before I entered, the stuck pages in the book only had a few more pages.
“And now, with you entering and finding the camp, there definitely can’t be many pages left. The story is about to come to an end.”
Mobet nodded indiscernibly in agreement with Edwina’s judgment. Anderson softly mumbled terms such as “stuck.”
Edwina then introduced Klein, Anderson, and Danitz as she made an example of herself and sat down beside the bonfire.
Klein took off his hat and held it with his cane. He slowly sat down and looked at Mobet Zoroast who was inclined to chat.
“Have you heard of the Tudor Empire and the Trunsoest Empire?”
He didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly. That was Gehrman Sparrow’s persona.
“No.” Mobet shook his head. “Edwina has already asked me. Heh, in my era, the Tudors and Trunsoests were just like my Zoroast family. We’re aristocratic families of the Solomon Empire and were loyal subjects of the Black Emperor.”
“Many.” Mobet smiled as he looked at Frunziar. “Augustus, Abraham, Zaratul, etc. In my era, the Church of the Evernight Goddess’s archenemies were the Church of the God of Combat and the Southern Continent’s Eggers family. The Churches of the Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were all at odds with each other, all of them hoping to gain the support of the Solomon Empire.”
He paused for two seconds as his expression gradually turned solemn.
“Back then, deities walked the land, and not in the astral world.”
