Chapter 580: Is Missing

After a brief silence, The Sun Dai Lik counted his merits accumulated over this period in his mind, then raised his hand and said, "Everyone, who among you has the magic elixir formula for the Light Sacrifice?"

"I have it, 4000 pounds."

"Of course, you can also substitute with equally valuable extraordinary materials."

Ke Lai En manipulated The World to respond quickly.

The Sun Dai Lik looked toward the lowest‑ranked The World, nodded sincerely, and said, "I understand; I will gather materials worth 4000 pounds as soon as possible."

With the transaction completed, the Tarot Meeting fell into a brief silence again.

The newly promoted Hermit Jia De Li Ya and the Hanged Man A'erjie currently had no pressing needs, while the Magician Fo Er Si, busy digesting the magic elixir, also made no new requests.

The Chariot Anderson and the Moon Ai Mu Lin glanced around left and right, said nothing, and the trading phase concluded through everyone's tacit understanding.

The Magician Fo Er Si glanced at the lowest‑ranked The World Ge Er Man·Si Pa Luo, and, before the Hanged Man could speak, began recounting his recent strange dream.

She described in detail the scenes that appeared in the dream, as well as the complex symbol that combined Fate and Concealment.

At the head of the mottled long table, Ke Lai En, his body shrouded in gray mist, raised an eyebrow slightly; the symbol described by the Magician Fo Er Si seemed somewhat familiar to him.

After a brief thought, he manipulated his subordinate The World, speaking in a low hoarse voice:

"Is this the symbol you speak of?"

Then he staged a self‑directed scene where The World made a request to him, responded, and materialized the badge from Lan Er Wu Si.

The Magician Fo Er Si was stunned; she did not expect The World to actually respond, and to materialize the physical object directly.

She glanced at the badge briefly, stammered, and replied, "Yes, yes, that's it."

"That's a trap." The World Ge Er Man·Si Pa Luo said without hesitation.

Indeed, I knew it—such a treasure wouldn't appear out of nowhere in a mysterious world; fortunately I'm cautious enough. Fo Er Si muttered a few lines in her mind, then looked at The World and thanked sincerely, "Thank you for the warning."

Justice Ao Dai Li asked curiously, "What does this symbol represent?"

Lei Ke Dun glanced at the badge materialized by the Fool Ke Lai En and sneered,

"A bunch of thieves terrified by A Meng, hiding everywhere all day; in the end A Meng has absolutely no interest in those semi‑god‑level shrimp."

"Ugh, suddenly I'm the semi‑god‑level shrimp in others' mouths," the Magician Fo Er Si muttered inwardly.

"So they're a gang of thieves hiding in the sewers." The Moon Ai Mu Lin scoffed internally, then looked at Lei Ke Dun and asked with a puzzled voice, "Since you've left the God‑Abandoned Land, does the previous deal with our blood clan still count?"

Lei Ke Dun nodded lightly, "Of course; for details you can ask Mr. The Sun. I've entrusted the vampire‑hunting request to Silver City."

Ai Mu Lin opened his mouth, intending to correct them as a blood clan, but recalling The Sun's earlier description of those monsters called vampires, he abandoned the idea of classifying them as a blood clan.

He then turned his gaze to The Sun Dai Lik; before he could ask, Dai Lik replied, "The chief is organizing a vampire‑hunting team; we can depart in a few days."

"Fine, as long as you help us recover the traits belonging to the Moon, our blood clan will offer a sufficiently generous reward."

The Moon Ai Mu Lin nodded lightly and replied, "I don't care who hunts the vampires; as long as it helps our blood clan recover the traits, it's fine."

When the topic wound down, the Hanged Man A'erjie turned his head toward The Sun Dai Lik and asked, "Have you clarified the matter of the former chief's tomb?"

The Sun Dai Lik shook his head and said, "I heard the Six‑person Council wants to open that tomb; regardless, we must recover its traits, but because of the planned vampire hunt, the operation is on hold for now."

Lei Ke Dun leaned back in the high‑back chair, resting the back of his head against the cold seat, and laughed lightly,

"'Warrior' and 'Corpse Collector' are interchangeable paths; without the Silver Knight magic elixir formula, switching to an adjacent path is the best choice."

"Mr. The White Tower, you mean the former chief intended to switch paths, which is why he built the tomb and locked himself inside?"

The Sun Dai Lik quickly caught on, but something felt off. Yet our Silver City also lacks the subsequent magic elixir formula for the Corpse Collector path, right?

He kept his thoughts to himself; the chief Colin's teachings had matured him, and he could not confirm whether Silver City possessed high‑tier formulas beyond the Warrior path.

At the head of the mottled long table, the Fool Ke Lai En, under the gray mist, nodded slightly. This possibility was indeed great, but it seemed the former chief's promotion in Silver City had encountered issues—perhaps he fell into a negative state and had to slumber, or maybe he has already gone out of control and become a monster. Reining in his scattered thoughts, he had The World speak in a low hoarse voice:

"If it involves the Death domain, and Mr. Death is not participating in the Tarot Meeting, you may consult me."

"Thank you, Mr. World." The Sun Dai Lik did not think much and responded gratefully.

Mr. World meant he has a good relationship with Mr. Death, can easily reach that angel and ask him questions? How enviable. Justice Ao Dai Li immediately caught the hidden meaning in World's words.

The free‑exchange segment ended here, and finally The White Tower Lei Ke Dun and The Chariot Anderson shared some useful tidbits, after which this week's Tarot Meeting drew to a close.

Everyone rose, bowed to the Fool at the head of the mottled long table, and streams of deep red light rose, carrying the people on both sides of the table away from this space above the gray mist.

On the north bank of Pass River Valley, within the Knowledge Church of Pass City, countless massive pure bits of knowledge surged from the void, gathered in the Prayer Hall, and reconstituted Lei Ke Dun's figure.

The worshippers in the church were completely unaware, not noticing him at all; even if they saw him, they would subconsciously ignore him.

Lei Ke Dun walked straight through the crowd, reached the clergy's rest room behind the Prayer Hall, and quietly perused the Knowledge Church's collection on the rows of bookshelves.

After a moment, a creaking door and footsteps came from behind.

Lei Ke Dun, holding the book, walked to the desk and greeted the entering Lu Ka·Bu Lu Si Te:

"Good afternoon, Bishop Lu Ka."

As he spoke, an Invisible Servant carrying a square metal box stepped out from behind him.

Lei Ke Dun took the square box from the Invisible Servant, handed it to the opposite Lu Ka·Bu Lu Si Te, nodded lightly, and said with a smile:

"This is a reward from the Church; I hope you don't mind I delayed two weeks before returning to Pass River Valley."

"It seems my prophecy was indeed flawless," the fully white‑haired Lu Ka·Bu Lu Si Te sighed as he took the box.

After dispelling the spiritual barrier on the box, he opened it, calmly gazed at the 'Weaver of Dreams' trait, then closed the box, shook his head and laughed lightly, "Although I know it's unlikely to be the Insightful One, I always feel some anticipation before seeing it."

"But it's fine; the Weaver of Dreams is also a good choice for me, and I have some understanding of the mind and dream realms."

Lei Ke Dun nodded lightly and asked, "Do you need me to help you prepare the ceremony?"

Lu Ke·Bu Lu Si shook his head slowly, "No, the Weaver of Dreams' ascension must occur in a deep dream where emotions and desires are extremely intense; outsiders can hardly help. I will pray to my lord for a blessing before the ascension begins."

"Alright." Lei Ke Dun smiled lightly, nodded, paused half a second, then added, "You can focus on preparing the ascension; I will temporarily take over your duties, though not for long, as I'm not very proficient with a bishop's work."

"Actually, given your rank and status, even staying at the Church headquarters you'd be at least an archbishop; the Church values scholarship over age," Bishop Lu Ke replied with a smile.

Lei Ke Dun slowly shook his head and voiced his view:

"Staying in one place forever is too miserable, isn't it? I still think being free like this is better."

After the brief exchange, Lei Ke Dun bowed to Bishop Lu Ka and took his leave.

As he straightened his back, his body gradually disintegrated, breaking down into one mass after another of tangled pure knowledge, surging like a torrent outward beyond the church.

In the evening, within a coffee‑bean plantation on the outskirts of Pas, Leiketon's figure coalesced and reassembled amid the torrent of information.

Just as his silhouette appeared, a gray‑furred drooping‑eared rabbit clad in a metal belt, bracers, helmet and shoes fell from midair face‑first toward the ground.

"Wua~"

"Boss, help me, my neck feels like it's cramping."

On the ground, Tu Ba Ge's two short legs, stuck upright in the soil, flailed wildly in the air.

Leiketon's mouth twitched slightly; he raised his hand to form an invisible hand, yanked Tu Ba Ge out of the ground as if pulling a radish, and tossed it aside.

Tu Ba Ge wobbled to his feet, his two plump paws pressing against his metal‑capped head; with a practiced twist, a creaking sound rang from his bones, and his stiff neck returned to normal.

(End of chapter)