Chapter 270: Ancestor's Favor

Emlyn White recently obtained a collector's edition of a special doll.

In the eyes of Emlyn White, an amateur Master, this doll was excessively perfect; it was a young girl slightly shorter than him, wearing a gorgeous long dress, with lace and ribbons adorning the cuffs and collar.

This young girl had black hair and red eyes just like him, beautiful and charming, as if she were alive.

"She looks like a real and noble Blood Clan..." Emlyn always had this feeling when looking at the doll; he wouldn't even be surprised if the doll were to start walking the next moment.

"How could such a perfect doll be abandoned at the Harvest Church? Could it be that the barbarian in the Harvest Church has the same noble taste as me?"

"Perhaps I should visit the Harvest Church more often..."

Having overdrawn his savings to purchase many dolls, Emlyn could not afford such a perfect one; he had found it outside the Harvest Church.

"I am not stealing, I am not robbing, I just want to give her a home." Emlyn White muttered to himself, dispelling the little guilt he had.

"Her appearance is perfect, completely conforming to the characteristics of a noble Blood Clan..."

Emlyn could not bear to take his eyes off the doll until his Spirituality felt slightly weary; only then did he finally look away, wash up, and go to sleep.

"Hmm..." Emlyn suddenly woke up in his dream. He looked around blankly, not yet realizing what state he was in.

This land was full of vitality, planted with all kinds of wheat seedlings, flowers, vines, and trees. Under the night, these plants emitted dots of green light; that was the color of life.

He looked up at the sky, where a Crimson Moon hung, shedding strands of crimson moonlight.

"Ancestor?!" Emlyn gave a start, his eyes widening abruptly as he became completely awake.

In the traditions of the Blood Clan, the Crimson Moon had always been the Symbol of their Ancestor of Blood, Lilith, though in the distant history, there had been True Gods or evil gods who usurped the Authority of the Moon.

Strands of crimson moonlight condensed, and in Emlyn's incredulous eyes, the moonlight formed a symbol with the Red Moon as its base, gradually landing on the back of Emlyn's hand.

"I have received the favor of the Ancestor?" Emlyn was overwhelmed by immense joy. The next moment, a piece of information surged into his mind, knocking him unconscious.

When he woke up, it was already the midnight of the next day. He opened those blood-colored eyes, his mind very chaotic, and it was only several minutes later that he remembered that dream.

He abruptly raised his hand, using too much force and hitting his own chin, but he still saw the moon mark that had flashed and vanished.

"It's real..."

Emlyn ecstatically hugged the doll closest to him, then realized what he was doing and carefully placed the doll on the ground.

He looked at that most perfect doll, his gaze subconsciously falling onto the doll's hand, where an extra ring had appeared.

"Are you the perfect Creation bestowed upon me by the Ancestor?!" Emlyn almost prostrated himself before the doll.

After the shock, he took the ring off the doll's hand and put it on his own. The information regarding the ring was retrieved from his mind.

"Lilith's ring..."

Emlyn blinked, only then remembering that he had also received the Ancestor's bestowal and revelation in his dream. Recalling them, he interpreted them one by one.

"The Doomsday is coming, and I will be the savior of the Blood Clan?!"

"And the key to the 'Doomsday' is the 'Fool' and 'Dream'!"

"The Ancestor's instruction is for me to investigate the 'Fool'?"

Emlyn gradually understood everything.

Klein returned to his life as a real detective, only because he no longer took cases related to marital disputes, the detective agency's business was somewhat sparse.

"Tap-tap!"

"Please come in!" The drowsy Klein suddenly stood up, putting on a professional smile.

"Hello, Mr. Detective." A man wearing formal attire and a silk top hat opened the door to the detective agency and nodded lightly at Klein.

"Hello, sir, have you encountered any problems that cannot be solved?" Klein poured a cup of black tea for this client. At the same time, Klein had already activated his Spirit Vision to observe this gentleman.

No problems; it seems this is not a case for a Beyonder... Klein made his judgment.

"My name is Allen Chris, and I am a doctor." Allen Chris's complexion was not very good, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"I have been having a nightmare recently and want to find a 'professional' to take a look, and I heard that many detectives have connections with such people."

"Professional" naturally referred to a Beyonder.

However, Leonard and I are both quite good at dream interpretation... Klein leaned forward, clasping his hands, and his entire demeanor changed.

As a former Nighthawk and current follower of Dream, Klein did not need to avoid the Church or hide his identity as a Beyonder.

"You?!" Doctor Allen's eyes lit up, gaining a bit more trust. "I dreamed of a snake, a snake coiled on a pitch-black, towering spire, staring at me!"

"A snake..." Klein was thoughtful. In mysticism, a snake refers to quite a few things; desire, Fallen, and evil all count.

"Can you recall the specific appearance of that snake?"

"Red eyes, a silver-white, slender body, and there seemed to be circles on its skin!"

Klein suddenly pulled a Tarot Card from his pocket, flicked it lightly, and it landed on the table.

"Wheel of Fortune"!

This "Wheel of Fortune" Tarot Card, which was passed down from Roselle, was formed by a coiled snake, and according to the mysticism knowledge Klein now possessed, he also knew that the Sequence 1 of the "Monster" Pathway was the "Mercury Snake".

This was the same as what Doctor Allen described!

It couldn't be Sequence 1, could it? It is most likely a Beyonder of the "Monster" Pathway... Klein had not failed to consider the possibility of Sequence 1, but this thought slid away peacefully at a certain moment.

"It might require a Purification."

"Are you a professional?" Mr. Allen still couldn't help but ask; this concerned his safety.

"Yes, actually, you could also ask the Church you believe in for help; they can also do it, it's just that our service is faster."

Klein said frankly.

The Church needs to take care of all believers, and the number of Nighthawks is only so many.

"... Alright!" Clearly, this doctor had been tormented enough by the nightmare and did not want to wait any longer.

"Alright, I will perform the Purification for you now." Klein took a gold coin from his pocket and took out candles and other items from the cabinet.

These were all used for performing ritual magic.

And the object he was to perform the ritual to pray to was not the "Evernight Goddess", but the "Supreme Dream".

With the status of the Supreme Dream, the effects of various ritual magics will only be stronger.