Chapter 382: Resignation

Klein walked forward and sat down on a chair to the side.

"I would like to resign from my position," Klein said directly; his position as Bishop was actually something he had applied for from Chumen.

After all, Klein had previously belonged to a secret squad and was not part of the regular establishment.

"Hmph, what do you think the position of Bishop is? Something you can just come and go from as you please?" Chumen gave a light huff, and Klein's heart jumped into his throat.

"Do you think it's that easy to run away after causing trouble?" Chumen reached out and pulled at the air to the side, and the scene outside the Dream Church manifested before their eyes.

"At a single glance, there are no fewer than ten spies outside the Dream Church." Chumen pointed here and there, indicating those hidden spies.

Among them were two people Klein was familiar with: Miss Magician and Miss Judgment.

"This..." Klein was speechless, "I will handle these problems before I step down."

"Still no. You standing there represents the Dream Sect; if you are forced away by the Royal Family and the nobles, Claude won't be able to hold his head up in the future."

"And besides..." Chumen revealed a smile, "Claude has already submitted an application. In view of your outstanding performance in office, he suggests that the Cathedral promote you to the true Archbishop of Backlund, while he retreats to the second line."

"But before you leave, you must get everything settled, otherwise..."

"Probably..." Klein thought seriously and stated the reason, "... because you are too good to us."

"Hermes..." Klein suddenly had the feeling of history descending into Reality; this person was an absolute mountain in human occultism that one could never bypass.

"But I feel that my existence will intensify the conflict between the Dream Sect, the nobles, and the Royal Family." Klein earnestly explained the disadvantages of staying in this position.

Claude, why are you harming me... Klein's mouth twitched.

Unlike other Churches, secret organizations, and the like, the Dream Sect had always had only one Pope.

"You don't manage anything in Backlund, you delegate power to us, and then... those below follow the example of those above."

"... Why do you all want to run away one by one? Am I not good to you?" Chumen gently raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling somewhat depressed.

"Pope?" Klein remembered that figure from the Scripture.

"Yes, Hermes."

When he appeared again, Klein had already returned to his office. He looked around; when the moment arrived, he actually felt not the slightest bit of attachment to this immense Authority.

Klein nodded silently, retreated slowly, and merged into the Phantom Realm crack behind him.

Ancient Hermes is the first language of humanity capable of carrying mysterious power.

Chumen rolled his eyes and sat up straight, "Fine, but you have to go to the Cathedral yourself and apply to the Pope; you can just listen to Him for the subsequent transfer order."

He laughed dumbly, left a letter for Bishop Claude, and then departed gracefully.

"Alright." Klein was also quite curious about this legendary figure.

There probably won't be any good results... Klein nodded to indicate he understood.

Klein's Spirituality jumped; he instinctively felt that the following conversation would profoundly affect his future.

"Also..." Chumen suddenly said, his eyes the purest Dream light, "I saw some things you will encounter later."

"My advice is, hold onto your 'Dream' card." Chumen only said this sentence, then lay back down on the chair and closed his eyes.

From today on, only the legend of Saint John will remain in Backlund.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool..."

Klein nodded slightly; on the table in front of him was only a "Dream" card.

"This is Mr. Star, and this is Miss Judgment." Klein took the opportunity to introduce the newcomers to the others.

After the members introduced themselves, Miss Justice and the others began to hand over the Roselle Diary.

It was just that the information in these diaries was not much, only allowing Klein to have a deeper understanding of the Solomon Empire at that time.

"You may begin."

Justice couldn't wait to raise her hand, "Mr. Sun, can my 'Adult Psychic Dragon Brain' complete the transaction?"

"Yes, we just happened to encounter another corrupted Psychic Dragon in the darkness recently." Little Sun spoke up; he had already become the most reliable source of materials for the Tarot Club.

"Alright, I will also pay Mr. World the gold pounds for the 'Priest of Light' formula."

Miss Justice clenched her fist, looking exhilarated; she was finally going to become a Sequence 5 "Dream Walker"!

"'Dream Walker'? When the time comes, I can ask Miss Justice and Leonard to explore 'Groselle's Travels'..." Klein's thoughts wandered.

The secrets of those few in "Groselle's Travels" had almost been dug out by him, but he always felt that more important things existed in the deeper parts of the travelogue.

And after becoming a "Causality Attendant," he turned his gaze toward the Collective Subconscious Sea.

What is in the travelogue is the Collective Subconscious Sea, not the Phantom Realm.

"..." Leonard had been observing the people participating in the gathering, then immediately locked onto "World," concluding that he was his colleague.

"Mr. World, how do I save those few who lack life?" Leonard asked "World."

"Lack life"... such a phrasing is truly strange... all the gathering members looked at "Star."

Klein barely managed to resist the urge to cover his face; this method directly exposed the relationship between the two!

"What did that Angel say?"

The word "Angel" drew the attention of everyone.

"Two ways," Leonard seemed to realize something, but he could no longer care about anything else.

"The first is to steal life. It doesn't need much, just one year of lifespan from each person. Just find a big city and go around once, but this requires a lot of time."

This method made everyone feel a profound sense of horror.

No one wanted their lifespan to be reduced by one year in such an inexplicable way.

"The second is..." Leonard's expression was also somewhat strange, "Deception of the Rule! Make the Rule believe they are still alive."

"The second method might require Mr. Fool's help. That Angel promised that the cost would be paid by the Zoroast Family."

The Grey Fog fell into silence for a time; everyone was frightened by the Angel's two methods.

"This is the Angel of the 'Marauder'? Even lifespan can be stolen? Even the Rule can be deceived?"

The Fool, Klein, was also shocked by the Angel's methods, but he showed no expression on the surface, merely nodding gently at Leonard's request.

He did not know if he could provide help, but nodding first could not be wrong.

"Anything else?" The World asked after pretending to think for a moment.