Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night.

Chapter 507 Triss’ Reason
"I reached an agreement with the 'Original' and became the favored one of the 'Original'." Triss looked at Klein in front of her and showed a sweet smile.

"Ah?" Klein felt a few question marks appear above his head.

Triss, who had escaped the control of the "Original Witch" to some extent, actually walked back into the cage on her own.

This is really...

"Otherwise, what can I do? As a divine vessel, I will never be able to fight against the 'original'. Maybe my will will be defeated next time, and you who helped me escape from the 'original' are not willing to help me. "

Triss bit her lip lightly and looked pitifully into Klein's eyes.
"The 'charm' is about to overflow..." Triss, who has a part of the power of the "Original Witch", seems to have a natural charm in every word and expression.

This is a conceptual ability just like the beauty of the "Beauty God".

This is very embarrassing... Klein realized why this task fell on him.

"...Then if I help you, can you withdraw from this war?" Klein asked tentatively.

Triss's eyes lit up, like a girl who fell in love, her whole body exuding a bright light.

"I know that the morbid attraction of the dream path to the witch path comes from the dual influence of potions and 'original'..."

I don't know if it's the power of "charm", but Triss's voice can easily arouse people's desire for protection.

"Then why did you recognize me?" Klein asked doubtfully as he leaned against the "Origin Castle" with no emotion at all.

"I also know that there are coincidences at some of the nodes. I can see that you are also in the destiny."

"..." Klein wanted to stop him, but his target was only Triss.

"Have you ever thought that all the memories and emotions you have related to me now are actually abnormal?" Klein thought for a while, and this problem must be solved.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe you saw only part of it?"

"I know that there is a great power interfering with my destiny." Triss looked at Klein, her eyes were faint, and she seemed to be hiding endless sorrow.

"You really care about me." Triss showed a bright smile.

"..." Klein opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say.

Klein and Triss were the only two people left at the scene.

He is not Truman, he really cared for Qi Ke...

Although he appeared as a dream believer at the most vulnerable time of Triss and "saved" Triss due to various coincidences, these could not support Triss's current madness.

Klein watched as the bright smile on Triss's face gradually dimmed. This feeling made Klein feel inexplicably flustered.

"Because..." Triss looked at Klein, surprise and hope welling up in her eyes, "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the faith to live."

As if I was destroying His hope of living... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched.

"You guys go over first." Triss glanced behind her. The demigods and an angel from the Witch Sect took a deep look at Klein and went directly past Klein to the battlefield.

"I have no relatives, no friends, and even no enemies. I even think that being wiped out of consciousness by the 'original' before and becoming a true vessel for divine descent is a good choice."

Triss's voice echoed in Klein's ears, like a noisy and disorderly babble full of pollution.

And in "Origin Castle", after filtering out those gibberings, what Klein heard was an extremely strong self-destructive tendency!

Triss doesn’t want to live at all! Klein finally realized this fact. This was a direction he had never thought of before.

"And at this time, you happened to walk into my life. Through various coincidences, you left a deep impression on me."

"So, I want to thank Mew, who allowed you to appear in front of me and saved me."

Triss's eyes had never been so sincere, and Klein's spirituality told him that there seemed to be no falsehood in them.

But this is the biggest problem!
I always thought it was a lie, but now you tell me it’s true! ?

Klein was completely numb. This was the first time he and Triss had an honest talk, but this was even more troublesome.

"So do you understand?" Triss's voice had returned to that eagerness and expectation.

Klein was speechless.

Using an occult analogy, he has now become the anchor of Triss's life. As long as Triss is alive, this knot cannot be untied.

“Ah…” Klein shook his head slightly and gave up the idea of ​​influencing Triss.

"My mission today is not to let you get close to the battlefield over there." Klein straightened his face and directly stated his purpose.

"Actually, whether I go or not won't have much impact. At most, it will prevent some of the 'original' forces from participating in the war."

"So, what is your purpose?" Klein asked again when he saw that the current atmosphere had not yet reached a life-or-death situation.

"Have you heard of the 'City of Disaster'?" Triss thought for a moment and asked.

"'City of Disaster'?!" Klein's pupils shrank. Among the many pieces of information he learned from Truman was the formula above the sequence.

And "City of Disaster", like "Sea of ​​Chaos", "Origin Castle", and "River of Eternal Darkness", are all "source matter"!
"This war actually involves the sequence?"

Klein was shocked. He originally thought it was just a competition to become a god, but now the power of the "City of Disaster" is involved. Will there be other "sources"?
"I won't participate in the war over there, but you can't leave either." Triss suddenly jumped on a stone, sat on it, and looked at Klein.

Klein ignored Triss's gaze and did not sit on the stone. Instead, he stood and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

Triss moved towards Klein.

……

"It's not good..." Medici in the military camp reached out and touched the flag-like mark on his forehead.

When His ceremony was about to reach the final step, the flag mark started to move in a certain way, as if it was alive.

"Is it the 'City of Disaster'?" Amon asked curiously, even wanting to reach out and touch it.

"It's none of your business." Medici glanced at Amon with disgust.

"But I have one thing to ask you." Medici looked at Amon with a strange penetrating power in his eyes.

"Oh?" Amon's smile did not diminish, and he gently pinched his monocle.

"Are you the true body?" Medici tilted his head and looked at Amon, his eyebrows slightly raised, half-smiling.

"What do you think?" Amon chuckled and did not answer.

(End of this chapter)