Senor, in his Wraith form, passed through the thick soil and rocks under Klein’s control, arriving beside Sharron. He saw a damaged armrest which had asymmetrical patterns buried there, looking rather similar, but also different from the splinters they discovered moments ago.
The armrest wasn’t pure black in color. Their patterns exuded a dark red color, as though it was an intersection of iron and blood.
Recalling the scene from his nightmare, Klein determined that this wasn’t the high-back chair that the entity suspected to be Medici sat on.
This was the second chair!
The room that sealed the evil spirit had at least two high-back chairs!
“Klein” and Sharron didn’t say a word as they circled around in different directions to search for other clues.
Before long, they discovered the evidence of a third high-back chair!
It was the leg of a chair, mainly dark red in color with pure black patterns. It was completely different from the other two kinds of splinters.
“Perhaps it’s a problem caused by the asymmetrical trait of the Fourth Epoch…” Klein knew Sharron’s style, volunteering to speak and saying something even he couldn’t believe.
In the nightmare that resulted from the evil spirit’s influence, the colors of the high-back chairs were, at the very least, uniform!
Sharron shook her head slightly.
“Three has more of a ritualistic feel.”
She was implying that the innocent victims of Blood Emperor Alista Tudor weren’t just one person back then. Perhaps a ritual had been held in the room that sealed the evil spirit.
Klein was taken aback by what he heard as a scene flashed through his mind.
In a spacious and dark room, three high-back chairs of different styles were placed around a particular point in the center. And sitting on each chair was a breathless humanoid creature with a drooping head. Among them included Red Angel Medici.
The scene became clearer as Klein instantly connected two additional matters together.
As his thoughts whirred, Klein quickly had a theory.
Of course, according to the complicated ritual needed by a Black Emperor, this was only part of the requirement. The pathway that represented war had clearly required the entire continent to be in chaos and at war to match in scale.
Meanwhile, he began to understand the reason why the Red Priest card had landed in the hands of the evil spirit. After all, the former highest-ranking members of a pathway were buried here in this underground ruin, the convergence of Beyonder characteristics would naturally lure Beyonders of the same pathway over without any deviations.
“It’s related to Blood Emperor Alista Tudor. The scale and level involved must be great.”
Sharron added after silently listening, “Sauron, Einhorn, Medici…”
“Blood Emperor Alista Tudor is likely a true god from the Hunter pathway; the Card of Blasphemy is represented by the Red Priest.”
Sharron remained silent for a few seconds as though she came to a realization regarding certain matters as she said, “That card is gone.”
She was referring to the Red Priest card which the evil spirit had formerly shown them.
“Perhaps that evil spirit had long escaped before the Nighthawks and Machinery Hivemind destroyed this place.” Klein shared his theory. “And it had taken away all the Beyonder characteristics and that Red Priest card.”
Sharron silently surveyed the area and said, “It’s very crafty. It wouldn’t leave behind any obvious clues.”
“No, being crafty doesn’t necessarily equate to not leaving clues.
“The Sequence 8 of the Hunter pathway is Provoker.”
At that moment, the Red Angel that surfaced in his mind had the picture of Anderson Hood over it.
Sharron listened silently as she gaped her mouth slightly, but she didn’t say a word.
Similarly, Klein was speechless. He felt that the Beyonders of the Hunter pathway truly had a crystal clear style.
In comparison, the red-haired Helene didn’t appear anything like someone from the Sauron family.
The silent mood was soon broken by Klein. Senor looked around and said a joke, “Perhaps that’s the reason why they were captured and brought here.”
“Who was helping Alista Tudor?” Sharron’s translucent figure asked, but she didn’t seem to look forward to the answer.
“Perhaps it’s the six deities…” “Klein” recalled the six deity statues in the hall.
However, he had second thoughts.
“However, the seven deities supported the Trunsoest Empire. The Sauron and Einhorn families were powerful aristocrats of the empire.
“Of course, it cannot be ruled out that they first supported Tudor, and later had a falling out after ‘He’ went mad.”
Sharron didn’t stay any longer as she floated up to the surface, returning to the tree.
Klein stored away Senor’s Wraith, allowing it to enter the gold coin inside the iron cigar case. Then, he asked in passing, “Actually, I’ve always been curious. Where do the powers of pure evil spirits and wraiths who do not have Beyonder characteristics come from?”
“The spirit world,” Sharron answered simply.
“I’ll continue investigating the whereabouts of the evil spirit. I’ll inform you if there’s anything.”
He planned on asking Arrodes later.
With that said, he took out a pen and paper, scribbled down the method to summoning his messenger, and handed it over.
“You can write to me if there’s anything.”
Sharron received the piece of paper and seriously looked at it.
“I’ll be in the Bravehearts Bar.
“Letters can be mailed to 126 Garde Street, Hillston Borough. Address it to Ma’am Maryam.”
“Alright.” Klein stuffed his pen into his pocket. In front of Sharron, he used a ritualistic dagger to create a wall of spirituality and resealed the iron cigar case.
Following that, he crossed the street to stop a carriage like a gentleman, sending Sharron all the way back to the Backlund bridge area.
After doing this, he returned to the high-end hotel in Hillston Borough. Midway, he changed his appearance and switched carriages.
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Bayam. Inside the Seaweed Bar.
Danitz, who had spent some time drifting at sea, once again stepped back into the City of Generosity. He planned on helping the Resistance handle some matters.
He pressed down on his cap, sat at the corner of the bar counter, and prepared to first hear about the recent news. He didn’t wish to become a bounty reward due to untimely or inaccurate intelligence.
At this moment, he heard an adventurer beside him say to his companion, “Hey, do you think Gehrman Sparrow will get someone to claim Admiral of Blood’s bounty on his behalf?”
