OBS Chapter 170 Free Discussion Session
Chapter 170 Free Discussion Session
Chapter 170 Free Discussion Session
After "The Fool" finishes speaking and then manipulates "The World" to give a response, today's Tarot will enter the final free exchange session.
Seeing several gazes fixed on him, Cyril paused for a moment before carefully speaking:
"Based on some information and speculation I've gathered, Urolius, the 'Angel of Fate' of the Aurora Order, may arrive in Backlund soon."
"He was one of the eight archangels who once followed the ancient sun god, but after the ancient sun god's fall, he chose to follow the 'true creator.'"
Alger: "The King of Angels?"
Audrey: "Ouroboros?"
Fors: "We're coming to Backlund!"
"world":...·
Even Derrick, who wasn't particularly interested in external matters, turned his head slightly, his face showing seriousness and surprise.
As Sirion looked at the group, who all turned their heads in unison, their words flowing smoothly and their tone growing increasingly intense, he realized for the first time how well they understood each other.
After a brief pause, seeing that no one had any further questions, he began to explain in turn:
"In the Third Age, the Kings of Angels specifically referred to the eight most powerful angels who followed the ancient sun god. Later on..."
The term "King of Angels" came to refer generally to angels who had surpassed Sequence 1 but had not yet become gods.
"Ouroboros is both the former and the latter; he came following the anomalies of fate."
He paused, recalling Will Uncrestin's earlier display of urgency, and guessed:
"Actually, I suspect he's already in Backlund."
Almost instinctively, "Fool" Klein glanced at a corner of the hall shrouded in gray mist, where the body of a boy of about ten years old, which had been offered up by Cyril through sacrifice, lay.
He had occupied this body before and vaguely sensed the location of the "Mercury Serpent" that Cyril had mentioned.
However, it is difficult to lock onto.
In addition, he also obtained the complete potion recipes from Sequence 9 to Sequence 4 of the "Destiny" pathway, which can be said to be quite a fruitful gain.
The only price I paid was that I almost exploded again above the gray fog.
Composing himself, he manipulated his alternate account, "The World," to ask, "How long will you stay in Backlund?"
"I don't know." Sirion shook his head slightly.
"They may have already left, or they may stay for a few more days, or even ten or twenty days."
The "world," having received no concrete answer, fell silent again. Then, "Justice," Audrey, inquired, "What do you mean by the anomaly of fate?"
Cyril carefully considered his reply: "Unusual ups and downs in fate could be a region, a person, or an object."
"Essentially, it's about tracking another 'Mercury Serpent,' and the uniqueness of 'Destiny.'"
"Uniqueness?" Audrey was very curious about this term she had never heard before.
Cyril smiled at the other person: "This involves the secrets of becoming a god, and it's paid content."
"How many gold pounds?"
"Um, I mean, how many gold pounds would I need to pay to find out the answer to this question?"
The wealthy "Justice" lady spoke without the slightest hesitation.
Under the expectant gaze of "Justice" Audrey, Cyril shook his head slightly and said:
"This level of esoteric knowledge is beyond the measure of money, but...:"
Audrey's expression changed from disappointment to anticipation.
"But I still think that gold pounds that I can reach out and touch are more practical."
"Therefore, the answer to this question is worth £3000."
Audrey's expectant expression gradually faded, and she said somewhat dejectedly:
"My financial problems have not been effectively alleviated, and I cannot afford to spend such a large sum of money all at once."
"Hmm...can I pay in installments?"
Cyril glanced at the "Justice" lady who had offered to pay in installments with some surprise... No wonder she's the daughter of a big banker, she's already thinking about installment payments.
He paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course."
"You can choose the installment payment method that puts the least pressure on you. For me, this gold medal is not urgently needed."
After a brief pause, he turned to look at the head of the table, "The Fool" Klein, and requested a private conversation.
After blocking out everyone else, "The Fool" Klein glanced at the two of them and said with a smile:
"You may begin."
After saying that, he leaned back in his chair, openly eavesdropping.
Cyril glanced warily at "The Fool" Klein, who was openly eavesdropping, out of the corner of his eye, and said, suppressing a laugh:
"Before understanding uniqueness, you first need to understand one thing: above Sequence 1, there exists Sequence 0, which is the level where the Seven Gods and evil gods like the 'True Creator' reside."
"Uniqueness is the most important extraordinary material in a Sequence 0 potion recipe; it is essentially equivalent to a Sequence 0 level magical item."
"It is similar to the materialization of some abstract concepts, representing the authority of the gods."
"Those who possess uniqueness are, in some ways, close to gods."
"...The authority of the gods!" Audrey's pupils dilated slightly.
She felt a shock as if she had heard the world's greatest secret, along with an indescribable fear. Her eyes involuntarily turned to the "Fool" at the head of the table, shrouded in gray mist.
In her sight, Mr. Fool sat there motionless, showing no sign of dissatisfaction with the question from before.
...That's right. How could such a benevolent and great being as Mr. Fool get angry over a single question? Allowing Mr. Fate to answer the question already demonstrates his own attitude.
Audrey, relieved, patted her chest lightly, turned to look at Cyril, and said sincerely:
"What a surprising and inspiring answer, Mr. Fate! Your erudition has exceeded my expectations."
"I will transfer the £3000 to you in installments over three months. This involves my bank statements, and I must keep it within a normal range so as not to arouse suspicion from my family."
Cyril nodded slightly and said, "No problem."
After their private conversation ended, "The Fool" Klein removed the blockade on others, and the free exchange session continued.
Having just spent money to acquire a satisfactory set of knowledge, Audrey, in a rather good mood, took the initiative to ask Alger, the "Hanged Man," about the unique scenery and strange tales on the sea.
Whether it was Fors, the "magician" who was good at writing novels, or Derrick, the "sun" who had never seen the ocean, or Cyril, who had never been to this world, they all listened with great interest.
It wasn't until the head of the group, "The Fool" Klein, felt his spirituality gradually drying up that he had to end today's tarot session.
After the figures on both sides of the mottled long table melted away with the crimson light rising from the gray mist, Klein stood up from his chair and raised his hand to make the miniature "world" materialized by the power of the gray mist disappear.
Feeling the rate at which his spiritual energy was draining from his body slow down, he exhaled softly and murmured to himself:
"Is this space above the gray fog unique, and unique in its 'Diviner' pathway?"
As he whispered, he reached out and conjured his usual citrine pendant, attempting to grasp it.
After a few breaths, he stared into thought at the pendant in his hand that was turning counterclockwise.
"Not unique?"
South of the bridge, at Irving's home on Wildy Street.
Irving held up a metal box with many mysterious patterns engraved on its surface and said:
"This is something my father left behind. It contains the way to contact the family elders, and only descendants of the Abraham family who have become 'astrologers' can open it."
"Although there are two of us, we should still meet the requirements."
"Why did you suddenly think of contacting the Elders?" Sirion asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Irving puffed out his not-so-muscular chest and said, "I think I've found a way to avoid the effects of the bloodline curse."
"While this doesn't completely resolve the bloodline curse, it at least prevents Abraham's people from being affected by the full moon's eating language."
Cyril: (⊙_；)
So it wasn't just a sudden whim of yours. :: But, I feel like I can't do it.
Composing himself, he carefully asked, "Do you think you can persuade the elders?"
"Even if you could convince the elders, why would the one who would protect you during the full moon be willing to protect the entire Abrahamic family?"
"I..." Irving opened his mouth, then fell silent.
After a long silence, he looked at Sirion and said firmly, "I want to try."
"Trying might result in failure, but not trying will only lead to failure."
Cyril stared at him for a moment, then nodded:
"I'll try to open this box first."
Give me a drop of your blood.
"I'm ready." Owen took a glass test tube containing a small amount of bright red blood from his pocket.