Golden water flowed from the spout, converging in mid-air into a golden figure full of distortion and chaos.
The golden figure floated in mid-air, looking down at Leyton, and said calmly: "You only have one wish. The remaining two will be granted after you fulfill your promise to me."
"Also, your wish shouldn't be too complex or beyond my capabilities. I'm currently only using the Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic within this lamp to interfere with reality. I can't fulfill wishes of too high a level, unless you're willing to send me back to the Cosmos."
Leyton nodded, saying indifferently: "Given how sturdy this lamp is, even if it can't be used for wishing, it can certainly serve as a shield."
Then he turned his gaze to Bernadette, contemplating: "Bornova has come to the Southern Continent. Steam might arrange something for him later. You can go find him. When the situation becomes chaotic, Steam won't pay too much attention to him, which will be a good opportunity for you two to have a sibling chat."
Bernadette nodded lightly, saying no more. Her figure instantly blurred, dissolving into streams of information, passing through the forest woven from green vines, and wandering off into the distance of the Spirit World.
As Bernadette departed, the surrounding green vines rapidly retracted, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Leyton looked at the Genie still floating in mid-air and chuckled: "Do you have the confidence to pull a true god from their Divine Kingdom? Or, make them descend into reality along with their Divine Kingdom?"
The golden figure floating in mid-air said with a hint of mockery: "What are you joking about? I'm just a helpless, pitiful Genie trapped in a lamp right now."
"What? Do you want to directly pull the God of Steam and Machinery from his Divine Kingdom and then rely on sheer numbers to kill him?"
Leyton slowly shook his head: "I'm just thinking about whether Adam, having lost the opportunity to advance to Visionary, might directly choose another extreme."
"What extreme?" The Genie asked, somewhat surprised.
"You'll see then."
Leyton sighed softly, not answering the question. He tapped the lamp's wall twice with his right index finger. The Genie floating in mid-air snorted. The golden figure transformed into streams of pale golden water, retracting into the kettle-shaped lamp.
Leyton looked up at the highest point of the Spirit World, at the seven slowly flowing pure lights. After a moment of silence, his figure, holding the golden wishing lamp, gradually blurred, disintegrating into pure knowledge, rapidly wandering through the Spirit World in the form of an information torrent.
In a hotel in Cookawa city, Northern State, Klein took out the radio transceiver he had placed above the Gray Fog and put it on the table in front of him.
With a clattering sound, a section of illusory white paper was spat out by the radio transceiver, with lines of neat Loen words written on it:
"My supreme, great, eternal Master, your humble, lowly, and loyal servant Arrodes has come at your summons."
"Great Master, you have a question you wish to ask me, do you?"
Klein nodded calmly. After two seconds of silence, he asked: "Is there any way to digest the potion faster?"
"Better acting." On the illusory white paper, several black words were clattered out.
Looking at the answer from "Magic Mirror" Arrodes, Klein was silent at first, then slowly exhaled.
Ince Zangwill appeared a bit too early. My Marionettist potion hasn't been digested well yet.
Al should have some foresight. His urging me to quickly gather the potion materials must have been to allow me to smoothly complete the ritual of advancing to demigod while killing Ince Zangwill.
But, in my current state, I might not be able to kill Ince Zangwill, who is already a demigod and also holds 0-08. Moreover, my digestion progress is far behind. Even if I complete a brilliant performance, it won't be enough, unless there are additional gains...
It seems I'm once again caught in a long-woven conspiracy... Klein quickly reined in his thoughts, not letting himself think further. After sighing inwardly, he looked at the radio transceiver in front of him and asked again: "Do you think I should go to Berens Port?"
This time, Arrodes did not immediately give an answer. The radio transceiver clattered, and the illusory white paper was repeatedly spat out and swallowed back.
After a long while, it finally presented the complete answer: "Great, supreme Master, I cannot see the answer to this question."
"There are too many gazes, too many wills there. It seems, it seems... it's a stage that has been set, just waiting for the performers to arrive."
"Great Master, I can only say: at such times, risk is directly proportional to reward. But the specific decision depends on what you, Master, think. If you wish to go, my suggestion is that you first find some reliable allies, such as... the Seven Lights of the Spirit World. In the Spirit World, they not only have status but also strength."
In the Spirit World, which means, once they leave the Spirit World, the power the Seven Lights can exert is very limited? Yes, the Seven Lights don't seem to correspond to any Sequence Pathway. They don't have the support of Beyonder characteristics, so their power should come from the Spirit World itself.
As thoughts drifted, Klein looked at the radio transceiver in front of him and nodded gently: "That's all for today."
"Alright, my great, wise Master. As you predicted, in a little while, some gazes will be cast this way."
"Your loyal servant Arrodes is always ready to serve you~"
Why didn't you say so earlier... Klein grumbled inwardly, then quickly threw the radio transceiver back into the pile of miscellaneous items above the Gray Fog.
After putting away the telegraph machine, he also performed a divination above the Gray Fog. The materialized citrine pendant in his hand swung back and forth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with a large arc.
The danger is great, but the probability of encountering danger fluctuates. Is it because of incomplete information, or are many things simply undivinable... After his thoughts wandered for a while, he extended his spirituality to envelop himself and left the Gray Fog.
After communicating with "Red Light" Aiur Moria using the improved Mystical Ritual, he boarded the Steam train bound for Berens Port.
From a rational perspective, for my own safety, I should stay away from there and kick Anderson out of the Tarot Club to avoid unnecessary trouble and danger. But a person can't always remain rational. I need to get revenge on Ince Zangwill, I need to help Leonard who has been forced into this, and I need to solve the problem of Tarot Club members being targeted by Amon.
Amidst the whooshing sound of the Steam train starting, he looked at the trees outside the window, which were beginning to recede, and sighed deeply.
In Berens Port, Anderson, who had changed locations for his street performance, looked at the pitiful two banknotes in the inverted tricorn hat in front of him and sighed helplessly.
He quickly packed his things, put the tricorn hat on his head, and looked back at Danitz, who had been following him, asking strangely:
"Don't you have anything to do? Why are you always following me? Do you want to switch jobs and follow me? Or... are you attracted to my ordinary handsome appearance?"
Anderson reacted strongly, taking two steps back, looking at Danitz with a horrified expression.
"Bullshit! My heart will always belong to the Captain."
Danitz's face instantly darkened, looking disgusted. He somewhat wanted to punch the other person's forehead twice.
But what was I supposed to do? I remember I had something to do, it must be the stress of studying too much on the ship that has led to my memory decline now... Never mind, if I can't remember, then it's not important.
Danitz quickly convinced himself, then looked up at Anderson, only to find that the other party had already left him and was walking towards the tavern. He grumbled and jogged a few steps to catch up.
Where they didn't notice, a crow with white eyeshadow around its eyes flew by in the sky.
At the spot where Anderson had just performed his street act, a black ant crawled out of the shadows. This ant also had a ring of white eyeshadow around its right eye.
This ant stared in the direction Anderson had left, emitting a faint, almost inaudible sound:
"He didn't react at all; he's quite composed."
After two seconds, the ant seemed to discover something interesting. It distorted its head and whispered, looking at the tall crowd around it:
"Interesting. Medici's evil spirit has already brought that quill. The show is about to begin."
Saying that, the ant suddenly fell, dying silently. A faint white light cluster separated from its body, rapidly merging into the void and disappearing.
In a warehouse in Berens Port Dock District, Ince Zangwill, with dark gold hair and deep blue, almost black eyes, walked out of the Spirit World.
His features were like a classical sculpture, without a single wrinkle. His sole remaining eye swept around with a cold gaze, and only after confirming that there were no other living beings or spirits present did he whisper:
"Why come here? This has seriously deviated from my goal, moving further and further away from Iliya, the senior deacon of the Church of the Evernight Goddess."
The next moment, a hint of crimson appeared in Ince Zangwill's eyes. His face also took on some madness, and his lips constantly opened and closed, emitting a hoarse voice: "The positions of Hunter and prey can swap at any time. Before every hunt begins, one needs to wait patiently."
"Without my help, even if you hold that quill, it would be difficult to hunt a Saint watched by the Night."
"What's more, that pen isn't as obedient as you think. Since coming to the Southern Continent, its little tricks haven't stopped. You wouldn't think what you've seen is everything, would you? You foolish, pathetic fellow."
A dark, heavy shade appeared on Ince Zangwill's classical, sculpted face. He lowered his gaze to the black classical quill he held in his hand and sneered:
"We all have secrets, and our own plans, don't we?"