Chapter 339: The Aura of the Gray Fog

This was a prophet's intuition: having a qualified psychiatrist would be very important at certain times, so he chose to trade a highly valuable Sequence 5 potion formula in exchange for Miss Justice's help at those times.

Audrey fell silent. She felt that a Sequence 5 potion formula was far too valuable, yet she also desperately desired the subsequent potion formulas.

After struggling with it for a moment, she finally made a decision in her heart. She brushed the loose strands of hair from her forehead and smiled warmly: "How about this, Mr. Thains—a Sequence 5 potion formula is far too valuable, and what I give in return is nowhere near worth such a reward, but I truly do very much want to obtain this potion formula."

"I think you should keep this potion formula for now. After I advance to the next Sequence, I'll exchange for it from you at a lesser cost. During this period, you can come to me with any psychological questions, and that will count as part of my advance payment."

"This better conforms to the principle of equivalent exchange. What do you think?"

She slightly emphasized the words "equivalent exchange." Mr. Thains will certainly understand what I mean.

Reckton Soth heard this and nodded with a smile:

"No problem—upholding the principle of equivalent exchange!"

"Then I shall take my leave now. Thank you once again for the help you've provided!"

As he spoke, he bowed slightly and paid his respects to Audrey.

Then, he stepped backward, and under the illumination of the fireplace's firelight, his figure rapidly faded and turned transparent, disappearing from the dining room.

"This kind of unfettered Beyonder ability truly makes one envious!"

Audrey looked at the now-empty sofa before her and sighed softly.

She half-crouched and stroked the fluffy, warm head of the large golden dog: "Susie, we completed a real adventure. Even though it was in a dream, it feels even more magical to me!"

"I think so too!"

Susie buried her head in Audrey's pale golden hair, responding to her words.

In a quiet three-story cottage in Bayam's dock district, Reckton's figure materialized amid flecks of starlight.

Latricia watched Reckton step out from the flecks of starlight. She had just opened her mouth when she saw flecks of starlight wrap around a glass bottle and fly into her hand.

"The Reader potion. If you're ready, you can drink it now."

Reckton said in a flat voice.

"This is the potion?"

Latricia examined the brownish-yellow liquid with silver-white flecks constantly drifting within it, somewhat curious and hesitant.

After only a brief hesitation, she directly pulled out the stopper and drank the potion inside in one gulp.

The potion melted the moment it entered her mouth. Before she had time to feel anything, she had already begun her advancement from an ordinary person to a Beyonder.

In less than a minute, she successfully completed the advancement.

A trace of purple light flowed in Reckton's eyes as he carefully observed Latricia before him. The advancement was very smooth, and the Reader potion was already more than half digested. It seems the people of the Moses Ascetic Order also quite like reading.

Seeing Latricia reopen her eyes, he gave her a slight nod and chuckled: "Congratulations. The advancement went very smoothly."

The joy of advancement did not remain on Latricia's face for long. She quickly regained her calm composure and asked: "When do we leave Bayam?"

Over the past two days, the Storm Church's manhunt for them had not weakened but instead intensified. This made her and the other adventurers feel tremendous pressure, urgently wanting to leave Bayam and leave the sea. Reckton's gaze pierced through the walls and floors, sweeping a circle around the cottage, then he spoke:

"Right now is fine."

Deep within the Spirit World, after arranging for Latricia and her companions, Reckton prepared to return to Bayam. He was somewhat curious whether Klein had summoned Miss Messenger.

His figure roamed swiftly, wrapped in brilliant flecks of starlight. Around him, richly colored blocks continuously slid past. At extreme speed, the layered blocks of color were stretched into fine threads, looking like an abstract oil painting.

From time to time, one could also see things like a yellow sun drawn in a child's doodle, a moon with a smiling face, and a serpentine staircase leading to seven rays of pure light. They seemed to exist in an extremely distant place, not receding despite Reckton's speed of traversal through the Spirit World.

It felt somewhat like the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, seemingly a phenomenon and a symbol that existed eternally in the Spirit World. As his thoughts turned, Reckton's intuition was suddenly stirred.

He quickly stopped his traversal and turned his head to look deeper into the Spirit World.

A streak of golden light plummeted straight toward him. As it drew near, Reckton sensed a familiar aura and clearly saw its form.

A golden book, its cover seemingly cast from gold, radiated an eye-catching brilliance in the Spirit World.

After drawing close to Reckton, it rapidly flipped its pages, and a sheet of pale yellow paper drifted down from it.

Having done all this, the gold-covered book quickly changed direction, tracing a streak of golden light as it flew deeper into the Spirit World.

Why did it feel like it was awfully busy. Amidst his sigh, Reckton reached out and caught the pale yellow paper the messenger had dropped.

There was no writing on it, only an Eye of Secrets symbol drawn in blood rich with spirituality.

Reckton frowned slightly. This was the method for synchronizing memories between himself and his avatar, but apart from necessary or special matters, they generally did not synchronize memories with each other.

Something had come up right after receiving the Reader pathway's characteristics? As his thoughts turned, he already pressed the Eye of Secrets symbol drawn in blood on the pale yellow paper against his forehead.

He half-closed his eyes and wrapped his consciousness in spirituality, extending it over.

The oracle from the God of Knowledge, along with the memories of being pulled into a dream world by Ahriman, surfaced one by one.

Helping the True Creator while also busy bringing the Dragon of Imagination back. Betting on both sides—perhaps He would also support the Night becoming the Eternal Darkness. As long as they are not yet enemies, they can become temporary allies. Is this the choice of wisdom? After murmuring slightly in his heart, he quickly gathered his thoughts, simultaneously reaching forward to pull a black handkerchief from the void, flicking his wrist to transform it into a curtain of night.

Following the Seer's peculiar sensitivity to information, he had this curtain of night he created conceal and secretly bury the information that had been generated by his own thoughts just now.

"Phew—that was close. I can't think about these matters in the Spirit World from now on. The information produced by thinking could potentially be captured by those entities skilled in this domain."

After murmuring to himself in a low voice, the flecks of starlight surrounding him grew brilliant once more, wrapping his figure as he flew swiftly forward.

Without spending much time, he arrived at the Spirit World region corresponding to Bayam.

Purple light flowed in his eyes, his gaze piercing through the barrier between the Spirit World and reality, looking at a wireless telegraph receiver. The aura of the Gray Fog.

Ever since Klein established "telepathic communication" with him last time through that Conqueror characteristic above the Gray Fog, he had gained a certain grasp of the Gray Fog's aura. As long as he was within a certain range, he could vaguely discern the Gray Fog's aura.

As Reckton watched the wireless telegraph receiver, his intuition was suddenly stirred, and a trace of purple brilliance quickly surfaced in his eyes.

Arrodes, that sycophantic mirror, still had some capability in the Spirit World, able to follow the Gray Fog's aura over such a great distance.

(End of chapter)