Chapter 549: Those Who Bravely Chase the Light Deserve to Be Embraced by the Light

"The Hanged Man" A'erjie looked at Leikedun, who was separated from him by the little Sun Dailike, with a complicated expression. No wonder he doesn't need the coordinates of that primitive island; when he first joined the Tarot Society he wasn't even a demigod, yet in such a short time he rose to the angelic rank. Is he also a divine follower?

"The Sun" Dailike looked at Leikedun with strong envy and admiration and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Baita."

"Besides the angel that the Fool previously sent to help me cleanse A Meng's possession, you are the second angel I've seen and contacted up close."

"In the history recorded in our Baiyin City, angels were also called 'from-gods' in ancient ages; they already possess, to some extent, the power of deities."

Kelaien, manipulating his little account "World", turned his head toward Leikedun and said:

"Congratulations."

"This is only predetermined destiny," Leikedun replied calmly.

He paused for a second, then turned his head to the little Sun beside him, smiled, and said, "If you can ascend to Sequence Three, I can obtain a 'Light Chaser' attribute for you; that's my promise."

"Those who bravely chase the light deserve to be embraced by the light."

The final sentence was delivered with a melodic rise and fall, as if softly chanting lyrics that told a prophecy.

The first to snap back to his senses, Kelaien, let his little account "World" ask, "Is this your prophecy?"

"One could say so," Leikedun nodded lightly, confirming the thought.

"The Sun" Dailike was stunned for a moment before reacting; he rose from his seat, bowed to Leikedun, and said:

"Thank you very, very much. If that time truly comes, I will purchase the 'Light Chaser' attribute from you at a suitable price."

At the angelic level, there is no suitable price; extraordinary attributes are already priceless. The Hanged Man A'erjie lowered his eyes, feeling complexly that sometimes luck matters more than effort and talent.

It turns out that the Sun's Path's Sequence Two is called 'Light Chaser', a very meaningful name. Brave people who chase the light deserve to be embraced by the light. Is this referring to the environment of Baiyin City? I wonder whether, in the future Mr. Baita envisions, Mr. Sun and his companions have left the God-abandoned Land; they should have, since that is the place the Fool is watching.

As thoughts drifted, Justice Aodaili subconsciously turned her head to glance at the Fool, who sat at the head of the weathered long table.

"What are you looking at? Miss Justice also wants such a promise? If I were an angel, I would certainly not hesitate, but alas, I am only a Sequence Five Secret Pair Master." While Kelaien sighed internally, he also began to ponder how to fulfill the role of a Secret Pair Master.

"The Magician" Foersi, "The Moon" Aimulin, and "The Chariot" Andeson all shared a surprisingly identical thought at this moment. "Damn, I'm so jealous! This is an angel's promise, a chance to ascend to angel, given away for free. If I were the first to say congratulations..." After a brief silence, the most sociable "Chariot" Andeson looked at Leikedun, grinned, and said, "Ahem~"

"Mr. Baita, if I can later ascend to demigod, may I have a chance to ask you for some hints, or perhaps some prophecies?"

Leikedun, unsurprised, glanced at Andeson and nodded lightly, "Sure."

If you haven't been killed before then, Kelaien thought to himself, adding what he believed Leikedun left unsaid while seated at the head of the weathered long table.

"The Moon" Aimulin and "Magician" Foersi's eyes lit up; they each raised their hands in turn, ready to ask the same question as Andeson.

Leikedun raised his hand and cut them off, "You shouldn't ask me."

"Why?" Aimulin asked without hesitation.

Leikedun chuckled lowly, "You have already seized the most important opportunity in life."

After a brief silence, Hermit Jiadeliya looked up at the Fool Kelaien, who sat at the head of the weathered long table, and said:

"Respected Mr. Fool, I have collected two pages of Emperor Luosaier's diary."

Kelaien nodded lightly, helped Jiadeliya manifest the diary she recalled and moved it in front of himself.

The scene fell silent again until Kelaien waved his hand, causing the manifested diary before him to vanish, then calmly looked at Hermit Jiadeliya and said:

"What is your request?"

Jiadeliya asked without hesitation, "There is a recurring word in this diary that seems to be a name; I want to know who he is."

Indeed, Beiernadai had some clue about the emperor's diary; she could roughly discern the meaning or category of some words.

After a calm two-second thought, Kelaien, lounging in the high-backed chair, chuckled, "He is generally called 'Mr. Men'." "Mr. Men." This kind of address is somewhat similar to "Mr. Fool"; this Mr. Men is also a great being, or perhaps a very close one?

Justice Aodaili rested both hands on the table edge, inferring Mr. Men from the Fool's tone and wording earlier.

Leikedun looked around, his gaze finally resting on Jiadeliya, and explained Mr. Men's identity to her:

"He is an ancestor of the Yabolahan family, also the Angel King of the Men Path, and currently the being closest to the divine throne."

"If you wish to know more, you must learn through members of the Yabolahan family."

Hermit Jiadeliya nodded lightly, "I understand."

Kelaien, seated at the head of the weathered long table, glanced around and said casually,

"You may begin."

As soon as the words fell, he manipulated his little account "World" and said,

"I have two items for sale."

The others remained silent, waiting for "World" to continue describing the two items, which could be purchased if suitable.

Kelaien surveyed everyone's reactions, then continued with "World":

"The first item is called 'Biological Toxin Bottle'; it looks like a brown semi-transparent glass bottle. Once the cap is opened, it releases a virus over a certain area, causing those nearby to contract various diseases; the longer it persists, the more severe, and below high Sequence it can even threaten lives."

"Its negative effect is that the holder gradually weakens and becomes ill; if carried longer, it may even cause death, and this cannot be removed by spiritual shackles!"

He then described the toxin's typical release, duration, and preventive measures; Justice Aodaili and Magician Foersi felt a chill down their spines. This effect is too bizarre and terrifying, especially the toxin that can cause one to shed their own skin and has aphrodisiac properties.

"The Moon" Aimulin leaned half against the chair back, thinking that spreading toxin was useless; as a 'Poison Professor', I can create and resolve most toxins myself. I can't carry this bottle to make people sick and then cure them. This contradicts the Mother God's doctrine. Bah, bah! It doesn't fit my noble bloodline.

Seeing no one speak, Kelaien added with "World": "5200 pounds."

He repeated the number in his mind; Moon Aimulin and Chariot Andeson no longer had any extra thoughts about the wondrous item.

Hermit Jiadeliya opened her mouth, then quickly changed her words:

"For me, it's unnecessary."

This wondrous item is indeed hard to sell; it isn't directly formed from extraordinary attributes, and even if A'erjie helps crush it, selling the attribute outright is impossible, Kelaien thought with two sighs, then continued with "World":

"The other wondrous item is 'The Secret Book', a mystic text left by the Southern Continent's 'Warlock King' Kalaman, suitable for mid-Sequence extraordinary individuals with a solid foundation in mysticism."

"Price: 1000 pounds."

"1000 pounds!" Moon Aimulin swallowed, his desire to ascend grew stronger. "Just a Warlock King; it won't be long before I become a count, then I'll write my own books to buy them, and soon I'll be a millionaire."

Through the exchanges before each Tarot Society gathering ends, I have already acquired a very good foundation in mysticism; the further mystic knowledge I need is exactly what I require. Although the later Psychological Alchemy Society will certainly teach me some high-level mystic knowledge, it will not be comprehensive, being limited to the spiritual realm.

Justice Aodaili, after a brief mental struggle, convinced herself, nodded lightly, "Deal, this is exactly what I want."

Indeed, Justice Aodaili, the wealthiest lady of the Tarot Society, made no counteroffer. "Actually my bottom line is only... No, I have no bottom line at all, because I could just sell elsewhere," Kelaien thought, then with a low laugh through "World" said, "Deal."

I need to remind you of one thing: absolutely do not pray to the 'Primordial Moon', for it is a completely evil god; those who pray to it end up becoming writhing masses of flesh that madly copulate with other species, even objects.

Of course, also do not pray to other hidden existences; that is equally dangerous.

"Justice" Audrey felt a wave of fear, involuntarily adjusted her sitting posture, then looked toward the head of the mottled long table, and said in a firm tone:

I understand, thank you for the reminder, Mr. 'World'; when I hold secret rituals, I will only pray to Mr. 'Fool'.

(End of chapter)