Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"I want to know the sequence four of the 'divineer' path." Klein also made this impromptu decision this time. It was originally a simple visit, but after talking to Beckett, he became more anxious.

His own future is uncertain, and those who come from the same place as him also have different thoughts. This makes Klein feel powerless and wants to seek promotion.

He originally wanted to share that information with this "Snake of Mercury", but it would also be great to get some information about the demigods of the "Soothsayer" path.

"I don't have it." The immature childish voice said directly, "The 'divineer' path is strictly controlled by the Zarathul family and the Antigonus family. The outside world probably cannot find the formula."

"My suggestions are the Church of the Night and the Abraham Family."

I know the Night Church, but isn’t the Abraham family the “apprentice” path? Do they even master the demigod formula of the adjacent path?

Klein's mind raced. The Church of the Night was definitely the most reliable, but the promotion of "Secret Puppet Master" had already exhausted all his previous savings.

In the second half of the siege of the Blood Worship Cult, the situation developed too fast. All the members of the Rose School of Indulgence and the Blood Worship Cult died under the power of the "Bound God", and their huge wealth fell into the hands of a hundred wastes. In the hands of the rising Rose School of thought.

Although these people have some compensatory rewards, they are far from the level of the demigod formula.

Klein thought that he could still think of some off-market moves with the spare money in his hands, but he didn't expect that he would be blocked at the beginning.

"Is the Abraham family feasible?" Klein asked cautiously.

"They won't lie to you, so it won't work." The childish voice revealed this cruel fact.

"They only give the formula to their own students."

Miss "Magician" is not the "Soothsayer" path, so it seems difficult to do so... Klein is a little disappointed.

As for the Zaratul family and the Antigonus family, he couldn't even hide from these two families.

"Are there any more?" Klein no longer had any hope.

"Dream Cult."

Um... Klein's mouth twitched. He no longer needed to punt. He didn't even have the salary in the fantasy world. Being able to become the mayor of Utopia was already a status jump. Where could he still get the salary?

But... an idea flashed across Klein's mind.

"Okay, it's your turn to tell me." The childish voice was filled with joy.

"Okay..." Klein didn't dare to fool this person and told him everything except himself.

"...Then the Rose School of Thought will get back on track." Klein also spent some time.

"...Sure enough, I knew Mew was involved!" The young child's voice was a little angry, and Klein heard some sourness and sadness in it.

"Wow!" The next moment, the newborn angel burst into tears, feeling so wronged.

"Why don't I have such a great friend?" The baby's cry was loud and clear.

Please be normal, I'm afraid... Klein doesn't know what to say.

"You have to be angry!" Finally, the immature angel looked at Klein and said, without waiting for Klein to ask, he ended the visit directly.

Klein was shocked, but he had no choice but to leave.

He looked at his interpersonal relationships in Backlund again and found that his social circle was pitifully small, with only a few friends.

"Oh, this won't work. I'm going to make a lot of friends!"

Klein thought for a while, but he didn't think of any friends he could visit. The Church of the Night did have a Crestel, but this "Sword of the Goddess" was most likely still in the Southern Continent at this time.

"Ah, the only choice is to go to Bishop Truman's place." Klein was the closest to the Truman Manor, but it was his last visit.

It didn't take long for Klein to return to the Truman Manor by carriage.

Then what he saw was the same lazy Bishop Truman as usual.

"Good day, Archbishop Truman."

"Ah, you're finally here." Truman looked up and pointed to the chair and tea next to him, "Sit down and drink tea."

Klein also poured himself a cup of Earl Gray tea without politeness and sat down opposite Truman.

"Mr. Bishop, I have an idea." Klein skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the topic.

"I have obtained a certain authority in the fantasy world. Can I use it to obtain rewards from the fantasy world?"

"Yes, the rules of the fantasy world are there, and whoever can do things that are beneficial to it will be rewarded." Truman stared at Klein and said.

"Then can I ask you to go somewhere?" Klein asked while the iron was hot.

"Huh?" Truman raised his eyebrows slightly.

"A place in the fantasy world." Klein explained.

"Better not waste my time, I'm going to take a nap."

When Klein heard this, he subconsciously glanced at the sunshine outside the window. It's not even noon yet. You haven't woken up for a few hours, right?

I really envy……

"It won't take long!" Klein said.

"Okay." Truman seemed to have never been to Utopia.

"Please!" Klein looked happy and closed his eyes directly. His mind sank into the illusion world, and Truman followed him.

Klein woke up in the Dream Temple in the fantasy world, and Truman appeared next to him.

"Please follow me." Klein stretched out his hand and a book fell into his hand. This was the embodiment of the authority of the illusion world.

As soon as Klein thought, a ray of light enveloped him and Truman, and they fell to the bottom of the solution.

This place should be dark, filled with the darkest thoughts of countless people, and is an abyss of fantasy.

But a month ago, there was a small town here——

Utopia.

Truman knew the existence of this town, but he had already left the fantasy world matters to Russell, and it was indeed his first time to come to this town.

"Your Majesty Bishop, this is the authority I have obtained in the illusion world." Klein looked at this town with some complicated emotions.

This is the town he created.

Today, we welcomed our first guest here.

"This is called Utopia, and it is..." Klein told Truman the origin of this place.

"Oh, sir, do you know that you have committed blasphemy?!" Truman's face looked strange.

"The 'Supreme Dream' did not impose divine punishment, but also gave me the corresponding authority." Klein still felt confident.

The crime of blasphemy can be light or serious in the Dream Sect. After all, it is not uncommon for people who are good at daydreaming to imagine that they are the creator.

Therefore, in the Dream Sect, unless it is the kind of blasphemy crime that colludes with the evil sect, the rest will not be pursued.

"Well, I don't have time to convict you. It would be too much trouble." Truman chuckled.

"Then please ask the bishop to take a look at my utopia." Klein breathed a sigh of relief and led Truman into this dreamy town.