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A short while after Azik and the Prophet Clone left, crimson light surged again from the boundless Gray Fog.
Klein turned his head to look, wondering, 'Did someone who has already established a connection here chant my name again?'
Slightly puzzled, he extended his spirituality to touch the newly emerged crimson star. As the crimson light expanded, a clear image also appeared:
A teenager, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed like a child from a wealthy or noble family in the Intis region, was performing a sacrificial ritual in a dim room. The item being sacrificed was the petrified Leyton.
Klein carefully observed the young man who was sacrificing to him. His Body of Mind and Heart was covered in a layer of grayish-white, with strange and three-dimensional runic symbols faintly visible, very similar to the patterns on Ankewelt's scale.
Did he just casually hypnotize someone to sacrifice to me out of caution? Or was he too lazy to collect the necessary materials for the sacrifice, so he simply hypnotized an unlucky fellow who liked mysticism and made him change his original ritual into a sacrificial ritual directed at me?
After observing the hypnotized youth for a moment and confirming there were no hidden dangers, Klein directly responded to the ritual, taking the grayish-white stone statue of Leyton to the Gray Fog.
"I didn't expect the first person to truly reach this Gray Fog to do so in such a way."
Klein couldn't help but mutter as he looked at the grayish-white stone statue in front of him. He could even clearly see Leyton's expression of surprise, astonishment, and fear frozen on the statue.
His expression is quite rich. This scene can be kept as a memento, lest he someday pull out the portrait of me disguised as Irene.
As thoughts swirled, he had already activated his Spirit Vision, examining the stone statue more closely.
I can still observe the Spirit Body and Astral Body, but the Body of Mind and Heart and Ether Body have completely lost their color. This is... the body is petrified, but the soul is still preserved? How can this be resolved?
Klein waved his hand, summoning the sun brooch from the pile of sundries and the black emperor card, which was face down on the table.
He infused some spirituality into them, creating a very high-level sun sacred water. A golden translucent liquid floated up and was poured onto the grayish-white stone statue.
He waited quietly for a moment, observing no reaction whatsoever. 'I can't think of any way. I hope your clone knows how to save you.'
As he spoke, he extended his spirituality, touched the crimson star representing the Prophet Clone, and transmitted the information.
After doing all this, he extended his spirituality to envelop himself, simulating the sensation of falling, and left the space above the Gray Fog.
Only a grayish-white stone statue was left standing alone in the boundless Gray Fog.
In the Library deep within the Spirit World Depths, thick Gray Fog suddenly surged before the Prophet Clone's eyes. As crimson light continuously emerged, a somewhat blurry image appeared before him:
In the thick grayish-white mist, a grayish-white stone statue stood quietly.
Although he couldn't see it very clearly, he could confirm that it was his petrified main body.
"I can't undo this petrification. You can ask the God of Knowledge or the Hidden Sage for help."
Klein's slightly helpless voice echoed directly in his mind.
Sefirah Castle can't undo the petrification... That's right, after all, Klein is only a Faceless. If he were a Miracle Invoker, it might be possible.
As thoughts floated, the Prophet Clone put the book he was still holding back on the bookshelf. His eyes glowed with bright, light-blue light, and his figure gradually became transparent, like an Convergence of countless starlight.
As his body completely transformed into a starlight state, his figure instantly shattered, turning into a brilliant expanse of starlight, surging and rushing out of the Library, pouring into the real world.
Bayam, inside the hotel in the Dock District.
Klein stretched his body, which had been still for a long time, then walked towards the door, ready to tell Bugs Bunny, who was still waiting in the outer hall, that his boss had been rescued.
Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of knocking on the door rang out. He had just put his hand on the doorknob when the appearance of the person knocking on the door had already appeared in his mind.
With a creak, the door was opened by Klein. He chuckled and greeted the person who had just knocked:
"Mr. Azik, thank you for your help!"
"After Al recovers, you can directly ask him for some information as a reward for helping him. I think even if he doesn't know the answer, he'll know where to get it."
Azik nodded slightly with a hint of a smile:
"I will."
"Since the matter is over, I plan to leave this place. Some previous events reminded me of some vague past, and I intend to visit the places in my memory."
"You need to be careful recently. It's best to leave Bayam directly. The Church of the Lord of Storms seems to have an Angel or a relatively special Sealed Artifact 0 staying here. He hasn't concealed his existence, which means the events of this period must have provoked them."
An Angel... The Church of the Lord of Storms is truly enraged. And rightly so, the events that have occurred in the Rorsted Archipelago recently have been a repeated provocation to the Church of the Lord of Storms.
Klein pondered and nodded:
"I'll be careful. I also have an official informant identity. As long as my identity isn't found to have any problems, I'm safe in Bayam."
Azik nodded gently, saying nothing more, only leaving a sentence:
"If anything happens, write to me."
Then his figure instantly became transparent and quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.
"This ability to freely traverse the Spirit World is truly enviable!"
On the other side, Danitz, who had already risen from the armchair, let out a sigh that matched Klein's thoughts.
His eyes were full of curiosity as they fell on Klein, and his throat slightly wiggled, as if he was swallowing saliva, suppressing his somewhat excited mood.
Klein maintained his persona, looking at Danitz expressionlessly.
"Cough, cough~ Um, that gentleman just now... Is he also a Saint walking the earth?"
Danitz moved a few steps closer, a fawning smile on his face as he spoke.
Klein stared at Danitz with cold eyes. Only after the other party's face changed from a fawning grin to unease did he withdraw his gaze, uttering a few words in a flat voice:
"Guess."
Guess my big head... But that gentleman just now spoke very calmly when mentioning the Church of the Lord of Storms's Angel, just like I mention 'buckets' to them... He is very likely a powerful Saint close to an Angel!
Gehrman Sparrow's backing is quite extraordinary. They casually sent out a Saint, and he seems to have a very good relationship with Gehrman. Does this blockhead even maintain relationships?
After thinking for a while and coming back to his senses, Danitz's gaze shifted. He cleared his throat and said in a fawning tone:
"Um, do you know where that rabbit's boss is? I've packed my luggage and can return to the Golden Dream anytime."
After speaking, he also observed Klein's expression. After confirming that the other party showed no objection, he added:
"I've already paid for this hotel and extended it for three days. I've also listed some private Beyonder gatherings in Bayam."
As he spoke, he also pointed to the tea table on the side. Klein followed the direction of his finger and saw a white paper pressed down by a cup.
"However, these Beyonder gatherings probably won't be held in the short term. Many guys are even planning to escape Bayam now."
"So many High-Sequence Beyonder battles have occurred in such a short time. The entire Rorsted Sea will probably become a dangerous place in the mouths of pirates and adventurers... If you dare to stay in this place, you might be affected by a sudden battle and end up reporting to the Underworld or the Chasm of Storms."
The disaster of the Rorsted Archipelago... Indeed, no honorific title is given for nothing, Klein silently sighed in his heart.
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