Towards Amon, Leonard didn’t have a strong, direct impression of him. All he knew was that it was the most feared enemy of the Parasite in his body. “He” was the culprit that left this mysterious and powerful Old Man injured to this day. Therefore, he quickly calmed down and asked with a suppressed voice, “What do we do now?”
In his mind, the slightly-aged voice sounded after three seconds.
Standing in front of the mailbox, his thoughts wandered when he suddenly had an idea. He hurriedly suppressed his voice and said, “Since Amon has such importance placed on him by the deities, shouldn’t we try to find a way to inform the Church of the news of ‘His’ appearance in Backlund…”
From Leonard’s point of view, The Church of Evernight and Storm, which was born in an earlier epoch and existed through the entire Fourth Epoch, had rich experience in resisting angels. They were the best choice at dealing with Amon.
In his mind, Pallez Zoroast chortled.
As he listened to Old Man’s detailed description, Leonard felt a chill run through his back. He suddenly had a feeling that the surrounding air was filled with countless Amons.
“What do you mean by stealing away my fate?” Leonard asked, feeling wary and puzzled.
Pallez’s old voice sighed.
“…Would such a theft be permanent?” Leonard couldn’t help but draw a gasp.
Pallez Zoroast sniggered.
Leonard instantly fell silent. He felt that an enemy at Amon’s level was no longer someone one could defend themselves against but was completely unfathomable.
After a few seconds, he asked, hardly being able to hide his hoarse voice, “Then what do we do?”
He didn’t share his own thoughts because they were most likely unpragmatic.
…
Inside the Bravehearts Bar.
Maric was waiting at Billiard Room 3 according to the agreement.
Since Sherlock Moriarty had agreed to provide help, discussing the operation’s details face-to-face was necessary.
It wasn’t something that could be figured out via an exchange of letters.
Guzzling down a mouthful of beer, Maric raised his hand to comb his hair. His pale face was drained of the color of blood. The demented look on his face was a lot less than before.
At this moment, his heart stirred. He looked up to the side and saw a figure in a top hat and formal suit outlined quickly. It was none other than Sherlock Moriarty.
This wasn’t because he didn’t trust Sherlock Moriarty, but a natural reaction for a creature when facing a higher existence on the food chain.
At the same time, he noticed through the corner of his eye that Sharron’s doll-like figure had appeared on the high stool.
Klein pressed down his hat and bowed at the two. He said with a smile, “What I’m most concerned about is the amount of intel you have.
“If there’s sufficient intel, the chances of success will be higher and the risks lower.
“Let me raise a simple example. Do you believe that Tutanssess II’s mummy doesn’t have any problems? Can you confirm which coffin it is in? If you can, I can teleport over before the guards react, traveling with it through the spirit world. That way, the problem will be resolved.”
Just as Maric tried recalling, he heard Sharron say in a calm tone, “It can be confirmed which coffin it is, but we cannot confirm if there are any problems with it.”
Klein nodded and pulled a chair over to sit.
“Apart from that, what else do you know?”
Sharron’s blue eyes moved slightly.
“It might be a trap by the Rose School of Thought, or it might be a trap by the Loen military.”
“A trap meant for the Rose School of Thought?”
Maric answered this time. He said in detail, “In the ancient Highlands Kingdom, creating a mummy was the tradition for an esteemed person. It’s considered sacred, and the Pharaoh’s mummy is not something to be blasphemed against. Back then, before the Loen, Intis, and Feynapotter allied forces attacked this kingdom, the Pharaoh’s descendants had moved the most important batch of mummies, including the remains of the Pharaohs of past dynasties.
“This time, one of the Highlands’ rebel armies had their secret base stormed. The Loen army found the Tutanssess II mummy at the lowest level and plan on delivering it to Backlund to hand it to an unknown military organization for research.
“To the Pharaoh’s descendants, this is an insult of the greatest order. They have a sufficient motive to snatch Tutanssess II’s mummy back. And among these descendants, there’s a demigod named Mahmosi. He’s both one of the main leaders of the rebel army and is also an important member of the Rose School of Thought. He’s the student of Abomination Suah.”
Klein nodded slightly and answered, “That is to say that Tutanssess II’s mummy might be bait for the Loen army to fish out Mahmosi. Of course, this doesn’t exclude the possibility that the Rose School of Thought is deliberately sacrificing a Pharaoh’s remains to eliminate you.”
He originally wanted to say that as a Sequence 6 and 5, there was no need for the Rose School of Thought to go to such an extent. But when he recalled that the present main faction of the Rose School of Thought was “indulgence,” with them not holding back when it came to their desire for revenge, he believed that he couldn’t make a decision using an ordinary person’s point of view.
“Yes,” Maric said as he rubbed the corners of his eyes. The large amount of words he said had made him feel perturbed both in mind and desire.
Klein thought for a moment before saying, “If it’s the former, the situation might be more troublesome than I imagined.
“To deal with a demigod, a demigod with companions, the Loen army will have at least two Beyonders at the same combat level as Mahmosi lying in ambush. Apart from that, they will definitely have some redundancies to prevent any accidents. For example, they will prepare a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. In short, if this isn’t near Backlund or made into a joint operation with the three Churches, it might not be possible to so easily set up such a trap.”
Sharron’s chin moved slightly as she nodded in agreement with Sherlock Moriarty’s judgment.
Klein didn’t emphasize the difficulty as he said, “Therefore, we have to obtain more accurate and detailed intel. From that, we can make more targeted preparations. This will allow us to achieve our goals.”
Without waiting for Sharron and Maric to say a word, he added, “I know of a secret existence for magic mirror divination. ‘He’ strictly adheres to a principle of reciprocity. If you do not mind your privacy or actions that will bring about intense humiliation, you can obtain answers to many questions from ‘Him.’
“Are you willing to try?
“I’ll perform the summoning.”
In dark divination, whoever did the summoning typically suffered the greatest risk.
“What happens if I refuse to divulge my private matters or reject doing such actions?” Maric asked with narrowed eyes.
Klein sincerely replied, “You’ll suffer a lightning strike, causing quite significant damage.”
He hesitated for a moment and glanced at Sharron. After receiving an affirmative nod, he exhaled and said, “Okay.”
Klein didn’t speak further. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket as he instructed, “Prepare a mirror.”
Just as he said that, a palm-sized makeup mirror appeared on the billiard table.
