Chapter 223: Amon's Tomb

Dorian's voice also took on a hint of solemnity as he said:

"I had already performed a divination before I came, but hearing you say that, indeed I was not careful enough."

"There are too many ways to interfere with divination now."

Fors stood awkwardly at her side, at a loss, especially when Lawrence praised her; although she knew his compliment was sincere, she still couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Fors, I will take some time to verify my view of you; I hope you don't mind, this is necessary caution."

Dorian said gently to Fors, cutting off the little drama playing in her mind.

"Huh? Alright, no problem."

Fors snapped back to herself and quickly nodded.

Lawrence and Dorian tacitly avoided the previous topic, turning instead to ask Fors about the digestion progress of her demon elixir, and then shared some basic knowledge of the Extraordinary World with her.

After a while of conversation, and after saying goodbye to Lawrence and Dorian, Fors left first.

Lawrence and Dorian fell silent again; after a long pause, Lawrence finally spoke:

"When are you planning to go back?"

"Today," Dorian answered without hesitation, then sighed as his gaze fell on the aged Lawrence.

"Have you decided?"

Lawrence nodded heavily and said:

"When facing an ordinary mid‑rank Extraordinary, we might still have some options, but when confronting an unknown great being, we can only choose to cooperate."

"What truly concerns me is the sentence he once said: Mr. Men will inevitably return, sometime in the not‑too‑distant future."

"I don't know whether that's a prophecy or what. But I do want to know why the curse that has plagued our Abraham family for over a thousand years exists!"

"Alas!" Dorian sighed, equally unable to let go of the question.

East District, in front of an apartment building.

A middle‑aged man in shabby clothes approached Reckton, his eyebrows kind and his demeanor gentle, and asked:

"Sir, have you heard of the Primordial Creator?"

The Primordial Creator? The image promoted by the Aurora Association? Is the true creator trying to align himself with the authority of the Creator? Could this not cause the former god to resurrect within one's body?

It seems the benefits of cooperating with the Royal Family are huge; the Aurora Association has become so brazen that its followers now freely recruit people for preaching, and I certainly don't look like a resident of the East District!

After a moment of contemplation, Reckton weighed his words and replied:

"Heard of it."

The shabby‑clad middle‑aged man opposite instantly smiled and said:

"Do you know about the impending apocalypse? Do you know that the Primordial Creator will establish a sanctuary on earth to shelter the faithful?"

"Every church proclaims that."

Reckton maintained his expression and replied.

The shabby‑clad middle‑aged man kept his expression unchanged, still smiling, and said:

"There are many followers of deities in the world, but only a few deities exist; when the apocalypse arrives, will they truly care about every follower?"

"Regardless of the church, nobles and the wealthy always enjoy privileges."

"That Primordial Creator is different; He resides within every human, within every thing, treating each follower equally, regardless of noble or humble birth. When He awakens, He will lead every follower to a free and equal society."

"Have the preachers now learned to smear others? But it's understandable; the Aurora Association has always been opposed by the Seven Great True God Churches and various royal families, so slandering one's enemies is standard practice."

"Unfortunately, I already have a deity I worship, and I have no intention of converting for now."

Reckton smiled and shook his head, refusing the other's continued preaching.

"No problem, I fully understand your choice; faith is something that must be taken seriously!"

"I wish you a pleasant life! If you wish to hear about my Lord's deeds, you may come find me here Monday through Friday in the afternoon."

The shabby‑clad middle‑aged man smiled and nodded, then politely took his leave.

Reckton then wandered around the East District a few more times, and after confirming the Aurora Association's current missionary situation in Beckland, he left.

Joewood District, Mingsike Jie.

When Reckton returned to his rented house, a gray homing pigeon was already waiting on the windowsill.

As Reckton approached, the gray pigeon twitched as if stimulated, and a scarlet mouth split open in its chest.

"Your Excellency, Divine Envoy, one of our outposts was discovered by official Extraordinary and has been destroyed."

"It was because the Duke Nigen was assassinated last time; the Luen officials blamed it on our Aurora Association. Ha, a bunch of hypocritical scoundrels."

"However, the Royal Family gave us some compensation, making our missionary work in the East District and Dock District easier, which aligns with our interests."

"Understood," Reckton nodded lightly, then added:

"When you preach, be careful not to provoke the Storm Church; they're currently angry, and if they spot you, they'll strike wildly."

"Our target audience are the lower‑class masses; those accustomed to being above others won't notice for a while."

After the gray pigeon finished speaking, it collapsed as if choking, the scarred mouth torn in its chest never closing.

Reckton radiated spiritual energy, confirming it was merely a dead pigeon; he rubbed his fingers together, conjuring a golden flame that swiftly incinerated the bird's corpse, and the remaining ash was carried away by a gust of wind.

"I feel I'm getting more accustomed to the role of Divine Envoy of the Aurora Association."

Reckton muttered to himself, then shook his head, shaking off the scattered thoughts in his mind, and headed to the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner.

The next morning, Reckton opened today's newspaper and saw the most eye‑catching headline:

"Aurora Association Outpost Discovered, Terrorist Organization Suffers Heavy Blow!"

"A trade of interests, the Royal Family is truly formidable, subtly deceiving everyone into going over."

He let out a casual sigh, set the newspaper aside, and began his breakfast.

Dong—dong! Two short knocks sounded in succession.

The main door opened automatically, and Craine walked in in a good mood:

"I have a clue about a Fourth Era noble tomb; are you interested?"

"Do you want to challenge the Red Angel spirit or A Meng's avatar?"

Lei Kedun glanced at Ke Lai En and, in a slightly odd tone, said.

In his impression, the Fourth Era tombs near Beikeland were only the one A Meng left that has a passage to the Abyss, and the tomb from before the Blood Emperor became a god, but the latter is under the control of the Luen royal family.

There is also a ruin that contains a Red Angel spirit, also a remnant of the Fourth Era.

"Huh?" Ke Lai En said, a bit surprised: "You know?"

Lei Kedun lightly nodded and said:

"I know a little; I am indeed interested. Which tomb do you want to explore?"

"That tomb belongs to A Meng's family, but A Meng is still alive, so it's most likely a later trap he left."

"Inside there are many lingering traits, some belonging to the extraordinary beings who died there, some to the extraordinary creatures within the tomb, and perhaps there are also magical items."

Ke Lai En said, then sighed, knowing there are good things but they can't obtain them.

"Perhaps there are also one or two Time Worms that A Meng left."

Lei Kedun struck Ke Lai En with a remark, and after a brief thought said:

"However, I can ask the Mysterious Queen for help; with her there, the arrangements A Meng left should not pose danger."

"Indeed!" Ke Lai En lightly nodded.

Lei Kedun originally thought of having the other party ask the Mysterious Queen to explore that tomb; after hearing Miss Sha Lun's description of that high‑rank strong entity, Lei Kedun thought of the Mysterious Queen.

A Meng's arrangements may be dangerous, but for the Mysterious Queen they should be fine. Moreover, destroying A Meng's remnants is beneficial and harmless to Lei Kedun.

"Hold on, I'll finish my breakfast." After speaking, Lei Kedun quickened their breakfast eating.

After finishing breakfast, Lei Kedun immediately went to the study, took a sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote a simple letter.

Then Lei Kedun fetched from the storage room the materials for the ritual arrangement, swiftly set up a summoning messenger ritual, and began reciting the incantation for summoning the messenger:

"Formless being that roams the Upper Realm, a strange spirit friendly to humanity, the messenger belonging solely to Beiernadai Gustav."

When the incantation finished, nothing happened around.

Ke Lai En looked at Lei Kedun with some doubt and said:

"Just like that? The messenger?"

Lei Kedun narrowed their eyes slightly; they did not see Beiernadai Gustav's messenger, but saw the lingering trace in the air after its movement.

A speedster? Its presence is low; even Ke Lai En's spiritual intuition did not detect anything abnormal.

After a brief thought, Lei Kedun tilted their head slightly and said:

"You'll know by looking at where the letter was placed."

Ke Lai En, hearing this, looked; the spot where a letter had been placed was now empty.

"The messenger came? When?" Ke Lai En asked curiously.

Lei Kedun shook their head slightly:

"It should have arrived right after the incantation was finished; it was just too fast and its presence too low, so we didn't notice its existence."

(End of chapter)