Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 947 I am in a good dream...

After using the secret doll to pray to the "Poseidon", Klein sat at home with his neck slightly shrunk, waiting for the "punishment" to come.

Worshiping evil gods is a serious crime. Even if it is just a first warning, there is a high probability that it will be a saint-level "spiritual piercing", which will make him suffer terribly.

But nothing happened until a minute later, so he stretched his body carefully and let out a long sigh of relief.

He guessed correctly. Although the chanting originally belonged to the God of the Sea, it now pointed to his own name. It really was not considered worshiping the evil god!

After clarifying this, Klein carefully set up the spiritual wall just as he did in the real world. Then he walked four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and sat on the high-backed chairs belonging to the evil gods "The Fool" and "Poseidon".

It was not until this moment that he was sure that even the "Hand of Order" could not stop him from coming to the gray fog space. Deep in his heart, he felt a sense of relief at having initially broken free from the shackles of the "Law".

Since he came to this world... no, this era, he had only completely "lost connection" with the gray fog and the spiritual world once, and that was in that foggy town. That was a world created by the Goddess of Night through her hidden authority, which was no different from the kingdom of God on earth.

The characteristics of a Sequence 1, whose power is roughly equivalent to that of "0-08", cannot suppress the mysterious gray fog, even in a city that has been completely controlled by its laws!
Being able to come here, we have the means to leave the "City of Dreams". At worst, I can give everyone's blood and "Groselle's Travels" to a Tarot Club member in the real world, and use this "loophole" to leave. As for how Anne, who hasn't cleared that world, can get out, we can slowly think of a way...

As he pondered, he waved his hand and the "Scepter of Poseidon" inlaid with blue gems on the top returned to his hand. He cast his gaze towards the flickering prayer light, and his spirituality spread and enveloped it. Using this magical item to respond to the believers, the environment around Chounas Kilger instantly appeared in front of him.

Of course, it also includes the home of the "foreigner" who called himself Nemo and came to this city six years ago.

There was no doubt that this was an invasion of other people's privacy, but Klein in the gray fog did not feel any hindrance, nor did he receive any corresponding punishment. Of course, neither did his body in his own home.

After all, this was done by the "Poseidon" who was nowhere to be found. What does it have to do with German Sparrow in the "City of Dreams"?

Laughing secretly at the loophole in the city's laws, Klein lowered his vision and let Nemo's residence come into view. He found that this resident had decorated his assigned residence very cozy, completely unlike those carefree "Hunter" Beyonders he knew.

His eyes swept over the vase at the door, the sketch on the wall that he should have drawn, and the neatly arranged tea sets on the coffee table. Klein didn't find any useful clues. He could only go to the second floor and let his vision sink into the bedroom.

Nemo, a young and healthy man with short blond hair, was lying on his bed in a strange half-sleeping position, hugging a rolled-up quilt, with a red face and unnatural changes between his legs.

This...can't be what I thought, right?

Klein felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and based on Nemo's experience today, he could even guess who the other party was fantasizing about at the moment, and a dark thought arose in his heart.

Stay calm, stay calm, this is human nature. Something similar happened to me when I was pretending to be Admiral Amyrius on Oravi Island. He was facing an "ageless" witch, and he was able to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in front of her, which was considered a strong will...

Lowering the "Poseidon's Scepter" that was flashing with lightning, Klein took a deep breath and observed Nemo's body from various angles to confirm that he showed no signs of losing control and did not hide any sealed objects on his body.

Unfortunately, there was no way to know whether he had been hypnotized or suggested, or whether he had believed in the "True Creator" before entering here... This could be confirmed through divination in the gray fog later, but the evil god might retaliate, just like the previous times he spied on Him... Klein's gaze suddenly changed as he left. Then, Nemo, who had calmed down, walked around the other rooms again and was disappointed to find that the other party was just an ordinary Beyonder.

No, what am I disappointed about? Isn't this situation the best? He chuckled secretly, gradually raised his vision, and left Nemo's residence.

Unfortunately, the laws of this city still partially work. The "sea god"'s attention to believers does not have a range of up to 5 nautical miles like in the outside world, but is compressed into a foggy sphere, barely covering 200 meters around.

I was thinking of taking a tour of the entire city later, but it looks like I don’t have that chance... Even if I didn’t break the law, the "Hand of Order" would have precautions against similar situations... No, maybe it’s just a spontaneous "resistance" to certain behaviors after the strict laws were formed... Klein muttered, interrupting the connection with the secret doll, allowing him to continue walking to his home instead of directly "flame jumping".

Afterwards, above the gray fog, he relied on the information he had obtained from his close observation of Nemo and performed a "dream divination". The goal was only to "whether there was anything abnormal about Nemo at this moment", rather than his past experiences and background.

After all, the other party is an outer member of the Iron-Blooded Cross who believes in the "True Creator". There is a high probability that he has come into contact with this evil god and even become a shallow believer of Him. This is consistent with his panic when he denied his beliefs before.

Klein had experienced divining events related to the true Creator many times, and almost every time he was strongly counterattacked by this god, even the power of the gray fog space was alarmed. If such a thing happened in the "City of Dreams", he was worried that it would really alarm the "Consul" and he would be sanctioned by him with power that exceeded the law.

Gathering his thoughts, Klein leaned back in his chair, slightly closed his eyes, and entered a dream.

Then, he saw the daily life of the blond man, and found that he was making exquisite handicrafts in the glass factory with his ability to precisely control flames and temperatures, his communication with colleagues was limited to daily conversations, and he returned home alone with a lonely figure.

Then there was his spare time of gardening and tending to the grass, and his weekend gatherings with a few men and women whose faces were blurred. Finally, there was his conversation with Angel in the library today, and their reluctant farewell.

Sure enough, the object of his erotic dream tonight was...

After waking up from the dream, Klein laughed at himself, sat up, placed his right hand on the long bronze table, tapped the table with his index finger, and fell into a brief contemplation.

From the clips just now, he could see that Nemo was not lying, and his interpersonal relationships and daily life were basically real.

Unfortunately, the faces of the "fellow countrymen" who would meet with him on weekends were very blurry. This was the limitation of dream divination. After all, Klein had not had any contact with them, and he could only divine to this extent through Nemo.

Unless I sink into his dream, but praying to the "Sea God" cannot do this, I can only use talismans, and this requires me or the secret doll to perform in reality, which will violate the law... He muttered and decided not to make such a radical investigation for the time being. Instead, he would keep an appointment with Angel on time on the weekend and meet other extraordinary residents in person to understand their previous experiences and find some clues for his side to break through the legal restrictions.

With this in mind, he performed another pendulum divination and confirmed that the "party" on the weekend would not cause too much harm to himself and Angel, and then he returned to reality with satisfaction.

A few minutes later, the walking secret puppet, Chonas Kilger, returned home and helped clean up the apartment like a servant. The apartment should have been inhabited before, but now it has been cleaned up and only has some basic furniture and supplies.

If it weren't for the fierce battle between Loen and Feysac outside, George III might have ascended the throne of the "Black Emperor" at any time. My "Weird Mage" is almost digested and the materials for the "Ancient Scholar" are still not settled. It would be nice to rest for a while in this "Dream City" and treat it as a vacation... Klein leaned back in his chair and stretched lazily.

He gained a lot tonight. Not only did he borrow books from the library that collected many precious books from the Quaternary Period, supplementing his missing knowledge of the Quaternary Period history, but he also confirmed Nemo's harmlessness and planned a weekend itinerary.

The most important thing was that he found a trump card, a means to circumvent the law and interfere with the city in the gray fog.

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Not far from Klein's temporary home, Angel also moved into the single-story apartment assigned to her, which had a bathtub and a single sofa.

This one-bedroom apartment was two-thirds smaller than the two-story house that Klein was assigned, and the facilities were relatively simple. Its only advantage was that it was close to the park where the Queen Anne's Revenge was docked. The two were only a hundred meters apart, so they could support each other at critical moments.

The environment of large houses is average, and the only good places near the park are small single-story apartments. This is fair from a certain point of view... Angel looked around his residence, sighed with satisfaction, and went into the single apartment.

She also borrowed a book from the library that recorded the history of the Quaternary Period, preparing to make up for her missing knowledge.

As for daily living expenses, the 1000 nar quota allocated after becoming a "resident" is roughly equivalent to the purchasing power of about 10 pounds. Even if you don't work for the time being, you can maintain a good life. And Angel has no intention of living here for a long time.

"Georgina and Anne signed a contract, but we won't know how much of what she said was true or false until we get out. It's best to leave some of her blood. If necessary, we can cast a curse and abolish a saint of the royal family... But if she really opposes George III, with the help of Prince Grove, we can basically take down a key mausoleum. If Anne takes down the one in Dessie Bay alone, George III's ceremony will inevitably fail...

"And Triss, should we tell her that Edessak is still alive... This will stop her from committing suicide and reduce our combat power... No, the Original Witch has invested so much in her, she won't change her mind so easily..."

Thoughts kept flashing through his mind, and Angel's eyes fell on the open page of "Theocracy and Imperial Power: The Rise of Trunsoest" on his lap, and suddenly found a key word:

"Olnia."

She was the subordinate god of the ancient god, the "goddess of beauty" Ornia, one of the two legal beliefs in the "City of Dreams"... Angel focused his eyes in surprise, and was about to read the narrative when he suddenly felt a faint movement by the window. He raised his head and looked there, and found a little gray bird looking at him with its head tilted.

As if startled by her raising her head, the bird quickly flapped its wings and flew away.

There are actually birds here... Then there should be no shortage of other animals. I am becoming more and more curious about how the "Night Emperor" built this city back then... With a light chuckle, Angel continued to immerse himself in the history book in his hand.

It was not until late at night that Angel finished washing up, changed into the pure black nightgown she bought with her quota, and returned to the bedroom.

It was only then that her face, which had originally had a relaxed smile, completely sank and became serious.

The bird that flew inexplicably and suddenly left just now had a faint gray mark on its right eye socket.

(End of this chapter)