Chapter 370: Prophet

Seeing the white bone messenger still a bit wary and cautious toward him, Klein helplessly shook his head, then said, "I have already found my own messenger; I don't need Mr. Azk to transfer his messenger to me."

Upon hearing that, the tall white bone messenger seemed to sigh in relief and stepped forward, bent down, and extended his broad palm before him.

Klein casually took the folded letter from the table and handed it into the white bone messenger's palm.

The messenger took the letter, gave Klein a rare gentle nod, then his body instantly disintegrated, turning into countless white bones that fell to the ground and entered the spirit realm.

Klein watched the messenger depart, then self‑deprecatingly muttered, "Turns out you were really scared of being sent to me by Mr. Azk."

Squeak!

The door behind him suddenly swung open; Klein turned just in time to see Tu Ba Ge closing it.

Outside the door stood Daniz, who had only managed to get half a foot inside; seeing the door slammed shut, he quickly pulled his right foot back to avoid being pinched, fully aware of Tu Ba Ge's strength.

That damn rabbit! Daniz, locked out, growled twice, then resignedly turned back to the comfortable chair by the fireplace, lying down, covering his ears with both hands to block the noise.

Not far away, the golden‑shining book messenger was lost in a rapturous hymn to the God of Knowledge, its voice thin and hoarse.

Inside the room, Klein silently observed Tu Ba Ge's series of motions, and after it approached, he whispered,

"What's wrong?"

"I just picked this up."

Saying that, Tu Ba Ge showed Klein a palm‑sized gray‑white scale that his claw had been holding.

Is this Angerweide's scale really something you found? Klein's expression flickered oddly for a moment; maintaining his current persona, he asked calmly, "Where did you find it?"

"Um, on the sofa outside. I just notified the chief's prophet avatar, and this scale suddenly fell on my head."

Tu Ba Ge pointed to his own left forehead and said.

Klein nodded lightly, fell into contemplation. "Is this a hint from the God of Knowledge? Does He want me to seek that once‑imaginary dragon for help, all part of His plan? Or is He merely going with the flow?"

Frowning and pondering briefly, Klein gathered his thoughts again, looked at Tu Ba Ge and asked, "How long until he arrives here?"

"The avatar chief said he's beyond the safe channel of the Furious Sea; it will take some time to rush over, but he can use a secret technique, with your help, to locate the chief above the Grey Mist."

"Um, where is the Grey Mist above?"

Tu Ba Ge, sounding skeptical of the avatar chief, babbled on, then raised his hand and handed the gray‑white scale to Klein.

Klein took it, examined the scale carefully, confirming it was the same one he had used for divination above the Grey Mist before.

He gave a solemn nod, looked at Tu Ba Ge and said,

"Do you know how to contact that mysterious queen? If we gather more people, the chance of success rises; the Witch Sect has surely prepared, just waiting for us to find them."

"I'll go right now!"

Tu Ba Ge's eyes brightened, he nodded, and while speaking turned and leapt toward the door.

Klein tossed the gray‑white scale aside, quickly rummaged the room for ritual materials, and erected a spiritual wall around the surrounding walls.

Then, by sacrificing to himself and responding to himself, he sent the gray‑white scale up to the Grey Mist.

Having done so, he rose immediately, stepped back four paces, and aloud recited, "Grey Mist above." Klein leaned against the high‑backed chair, gazing at the dim deep‑crimson star representing Leiketon, silent for a moment.

At that moment I used the connection established through the deep‑crimson star to bring Al to this Grey Mist—was it his true consciousness or his avatar? Or perhaps it failed outright?

After a brief thought, he tried to extend his spirit to touch the deep‑crimson star representing Leiketon. The crimson light pulsed slightly, neither rippling outward nor eliciting any response. As expected, it failed.

He spread his spirit to envelop himself, preparing to have Tu Ba Ge contact Al's avatar so that it would recite its own revered name.

Just as he moved, within the boundless Grey Mist a new deep‑crimson star suddenly flared, expanding and contracting, sending out concentric ripples.

A calm male voice layered over the Grey Mist: "Fool not of this era, mysterious ruler above the Grey Mist, the yellow‑black king who holds fortune."

"Finally you start praying; after all, the trouble is yours, yet you seem less anxious than I am."

Klein sighed softly, murmuring, intuitively feeling this was Al's avatar.

He immediately raised his right hand, extended his spirit outward, and swiftly reached the newly appeared deep‑crimson star.

A surge of deep‑crimson light rose within the grand ancient palace, and a familiar figure appeared on the seat belonging to the White Tower.

He wore brass‑colored glasses on his nose bridge, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, casually surveying the surroundings, seeming in good spirits.

Seeing the opponent's composed demeanor, Klein felt his lingering anxiety melt away, leaned back against the chair back, and said leisurely,

"You don't seem in a hurry."

The prophet avatar shrugged helplessly: "I am only a Sequence Four prophet; with the Witch Sect clearly prepared, my options are limited."

"Besides, their goal is the Conqueror trait they stole; the true self won't be killed outright, not by accident— isn't my avatar still here?"

How come you seem eager for your true self to get into trouble? Klein muttered silently in his mind, then changed the subject:

"What should I call you? It gets confusing."

"Just call me 'Prophet'," the avatar replied with a light laugh.

Klein gave a slight nod, then took out the gray‑white scale from Angerweide.

The gray‑white scale hovered silently in Klein's palm, etched with mysterious three‑dimensional patterns, like incomplete strange symbols.

These symbols strive outward, trying to link with sentient consciousness to form a connection in the mental world, yet they cannot break through the Grey Mist's shackles.

When the prophet avatar saw the scale appear in Klein's hand, he paused, his thoughts scattering; a hypothesis formed quickly: "The God of Knowledge wants to pull Angerweide into this murky water, letting Him choose a side."

"With your support, He can likely recover the part sealed in Leviheid and add the Pen of Alessuhode, then contest Adam for the Imaginer's position."

Whether it's a dark plot or a bright one, it's laid bare; it depends on how Angerweide chooses, whether she can resist the temptation of Sequence Zero. The wisest dragon indeed, a deeply thoughtful deity, never hesitates to use both her followers and former superiors.

Klein leaned against the chair back, expression blank, pondered briefly, then said, "First locate your true self, then try to contact Angerweide."

"Alright, that requires your help, and hers."

The prophet avatar lightly nodded, gesturing to the blood‑stained, rust‑covered odd crown placed on the mottled long table.

Klein hesitated only a moment, understood the meaning, then extended his left hand, took the peculiar crown, and began infusing it with spirit.

With the aid of the Grey Mist, he easily activated the War Bishop's "mind communication" ability, a flash of flame‑like scarlet appeared in his eyes.

When the prophet avatar saw the scarlet flame flicker in Klein's eyes, he felt a stronger link with the Grey Mist.

My essence seems to have been elevated directly to an angelic tier, though only the essence, not actual power; the prophet's ability has greatly increased, since Source Fortress already holds authority in this regard, giving me a certain boost? While pondering, the avatar's eyes glowed with a faint blue light, appearing wise and detached.

Relying on the blessing brought to him by Klein through "spiritual communication", he began to try to find the other party by following the connection between himself and his main body.

(End of chapter)