AWB Chapter 285 Progress
Chapter 285 Progress
Chapter 285 Progress
In the basement of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard casually flipped through files on past cases related to tarot cards.
Only when he was alone in the room did he tilt his head and whisper, "Old man, are you still here?"
After a long while, the slightly aged voice in his mind finally rang out: "Young people these days are so impatient. I'm an old man who has been so frightened, of course I need to calm down first."
Leonard frowned, his expression grave. "You were frightened...did you almost lose control earlier?"
"Out of control?" The slightly aged voice in his mind rose a little: "Although I am seriously injured, I am not so easily frightened into losing control by some little guy playing with a monocle."
After a slight pause, the voice added, "That apprentice is very problematic. He definitely knows Amon, and he also knows that I am parasitizing you."
"I originally intended to steal the memories of me from him, but instead I saw Adam in his memories."
"No, it must have been him deliberately recalling Adam in his mind. Luckily, I stole that part of his thought in time, otherwise my chase with Amon would probably have ended."
"Amon, Adam?" Leonard asked, puzzled.
"Ammon is my enemy, and Adam is his brother; they are the eldest and second sons of the ancient sun god."
"Fortunately, their relationship gradually cooled after the Fourth Age, otherwise I would have had to consider seeking the protection of 'Night' and becoming an angel under His command."
"Furthermore, you'd better not mention this name, not even think about it. Sequence 1 of that path has the property that 'whatever is spoken will be known.'"
"Even Amon, after being mentioned repeatedly, might discover some anomalies in his destiny, thus locking onto you."
After the voice in his mind finished speaking, Leonard felt a strange sense of relief, as if he had survived a disaster.
He let out a soft breath and asked again, "You've been silent the whole time because you were thinking about whether to just pledge allegiance to the goddess?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the voice in his mind rang out again: "No, I'm considering whether to steal all your memories related to me, then leave you and find someone safer to parasitize."
Leonard's eyes lit up: "So you're planning to leave my body?"
"Heh..." The voice in his mind chuckled coldly, "You seem quite pleased?"
Leonard shook his head slightly: "No, I was just asking out of concern as a junior."
"Heh...you're going to be disappointed. I'm not planning to leave you anytime soon."
"You are now a Night Watcher of the Church of the Night, and have also joined the Red Gloves, which means you have already gained part of the Night's attention."
"If I were to parasitize a deacon of higher rank than you, I would likely be directly exposed to the Night's gaze. Parasitizing ordinary believers or night watchmen is too inefficient; it might prevent me from calling for help from the Night in case of danger."
"Also, although I didn't steal any memories from that very problematic apprentice, it wasn't entirely without gain."
"He probably won't tell Amon that I'm parasitizing you."
Leonard, somewhat curious, asked, "Why?"
But the aged voice in his mind did not answer; instead, it fell silent once more.
He wanted to ask for more information, but the sound of the door being pushed open behind him forced him to abandon that plan for the time being.
On a new day, Klein once again arrived at the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge.
After a night of fermentation following the assassination of Duke Negan, he received considerable feedback for intercepting the "Apostle of Desire" before the Church could act. Upon waking up, he discovered that the "Magician's" potion within him had been completely digested.
He also received an additional bounty from the Mechanical Heart for providing crucial clues during the church's pursuit of the "Apostle of Desire".
So after having breakfast and tidying up briefly, he rushed to the Harvest Church.
Even if that vampire doesn't offer a discount, he can still afford the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter.
...Of course, it's always best to get a discount and save money wherever possible. After Sequence 6, there's Sequence 5, Sequence 4... There are still many places where you need to spend money.
Lost in thought, he had already entered the Harvest Church and met Emlyn, the vampire who had arrived early in the morning as a volunteer and was wiping the candlesticks rather carelessly.
Klein looked at him with some surprise... The last time they met, he was working diligently despite his reluctance, how come he's learned to slack off so quickly?
Composing himself, he stepped closer: "What did that vampire say about the previous deal?"
Emlyn was a beat slow to react, looked up at him, and then replied, "2500 pounds, and that's only because I'm also a vampire, that's the discount I got."
Klein nodded: "No problem, the trade can be done today."
"Okay, tonight then."
After saying that, he looked at the rag in his hand with a bitter expression: "I still have to stay here and do volunteer work."
At the same time, on the other side of the bridge's south side, on the streets near the Backlund Bridge area.
A carriage without any badges or markings slowly pulled up at the corner of the road. Then, four figures of varying heights and a large golden retriever got off the carriage and walked into a café with a sign that read "Closed".
Audrey looked around curiously, following Fors through door after door.
She is here at Fors's invitation to attend a high-end gathering of extraordinary individuals.
Besides her, Grelint and Hugh also came; they were both very interested in the high-end gathering of extraordinary individuals that Fors had mentioned.
...Even the most high-end gatherings of extraordinary individuals can't compare to the prestige of our Tarot Club. However, the fact that Fors has extended such a formal invitation to us is likely related to the Abraham family.
A gathering convened by the angelic families of the Fourth Age is indeed considered high-end for most mid- to low-sequence Extraordinary Beings.
Lost in thought, they found themselves led by Fors to a spacious living room with no other doors.
Apart from a simple sofa, coffee table, and a coat rack filled with white hooded robes, there was no other furniture or decoration in the room.
The room's windows were closed, but the curtains were wide open, making the room exceptionally bright, completely different from the previous party venues that were filled with a gloomy, mysterious, or terrifying atmosphere.
The four people and the dog were all curiously looking around the spacious and bright room, but it had no mystery whatsoever.
Even Fors' eyes were full of curiosity and doubt. This room was very different from the one she had last visited, yet it seemed to have remained largely unchanged.
They simply removed a lot of the original furniture and decorations, and then covered the surrounding walls with a complete and exquisite oil painting.
Grynt suddenly spoke up: "The paintings here are very beautiful."
The three people and the dog next to him all turned their heads to look at him, as if to tell him with their eyes: We are here to attend the gathering of extraordinary people, not to see an art exhibition.
Audrey pointed to the coat rack next to her, which was full of white robes, and chuckled as she replied, "I think so too, but shouldn't we put on these white robes and then head to the place where the real gathering is being held?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a somewhat hoarse and shrill voice suddenly rang out in the room: "That's right, you are indeed a smart and beautiful young lady."
The group quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the exquisite oil painting on the opposite wall now featured a figure wearing a black suit and a hood that looked like it had grown facial features.
The facial features on the round headgear were a somewhat strange smiling face, with curved eyes and a mouth, full of comicality, yet also somewhat amusing.
If Klein were here, he would immediately recognize this as one of the funny emojis he used to love using.
In the oil painting, Steve, who has obtained the limited-time skin, places his hand on his chest and bows to the four people and one dog in the room: "All of you who have come to attend the gathering convened by my great master, please choose a white robe with your favorite pattern to wear, and then you can come over here and enter the real gathering place."
"Dogs can also choose a white robe; the owners here do not discriminate against any life."
Audrey smiled and nodded to the person wearing the strange hood in the painting: "Thank you for your generosity. Now I don't have to worry about Susie getting lost."
The golden retriever at her feet barked once after hearing her name.
Audrey knelt down and patted Susie's head; she had brought Susie over for safety reasons.
Although Fors said it was a gathering of extraordinary people organized by her teacher and there was no danger, she still brought Susie along out of necessary caution.
As a smart enough dog, Susie can hide herself and make noise to alert herself when there is danger.
She originally planned to have Susie follow her and memorize the route, and then have Susie leave on her own after they arrived at the actual gathering place, returning to the coffee shop she had entered from to wait for her. However, she did not expect that the gentleman in the painting wearing the strange hood would invite Susie to join the party as well.
She suspected that the gentleman in the painting had already recognized Susie's extraordinary nature—no, her extraordinary dog.
Seeing that the people in the room were still staring at him with curiosity, Steve urged them impatiently, "Gentlemen and ladies, please choose a robe to put on. The party is about to begin."
"OK."
Fors nodded slightly, then reached for a hooded white robe on the coat rack, put it on, and pulled up the hood.
Others followed suit and put on white robes.
It was only then that they noticed that each white robe had a simple pattern on it, seemingly to distinguish them.
"Come with me."
Steve nodded to the hooded head, walked to the door panel in the painting, reached out and pressed the handle, and pushed it forward with force.
squeak~
Amidst the illusory sounds, the door in the painting actually opened.
The group watched this scene in surprise, then turned to look at Fors with some curiosity.
They all knew her extraordinary ability to walk through walls and open locked doors without a key, but they never expected that this ability could even open doors inside paintings.
Seeing everyone looking at her curiously, Fors quickly shook her head: "I can't do that, not even if I advance to the next level."
Audrey's emerald eyes flickered slightly... Couldn't she just advance one more rank?
I don't know if Mr. "Fate" can do it, but I remember he was also an extraordinary person on this path.
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