Chapter 3368

"【Clown Troupe】 is actually a branch of the ancient Fate Sect. Although saying this has some suspicion of gilding our own faces, we and the 【Prophet Society】 actually share the same origin. Even if we don't have the prominent reputation and outstanding power of today's prophets, our troupe also retains some ancient heritage, which is why I can know what 'candidate for lead actor' on this snake slough means."

The man wearing the clown mask paused and looked at Xia De. Xia De nodded knowingly:

"This snake slough of mine comes from the Fatum people; they are the oldest indigenous people on this island. The local church once asked the Fatum people if they had this kind of snake slough, and the Fatum people said no, because the church was one step late. The only snake slough left by the Fatum people is in my hands.

The news that the story of fate is about to be staged is something I learned through a friend of mine who works at the Prophet Society."

Xia De leaned against the railing on the top floor of the lighthouse, listening to the sound of the tide hitting the reefs near the shore behind him:

"If we divide the people who are interested in that lead actor position into factions, it can actually be counted as five factions: you representing the clowns, me representing the Fatum people, the Doom Sect, the Ten Thousand-in-One Society, and finally the Prophet Society. The snow mountains are in the Principality of Lagson; the Prophet Society won't do nothing."

Mr. Motisi also nodded and acknowledged this statement:

"We and the prophets are both tributaries of the ancient sect. Being able to participate in this great drama left behind by 'Mr. Ring,' we certainly won't miss it, and this is also my honor as a clown. The troupe's greatest hope is actually not to win the lead actor position, but to hope that this drama of fate can be as brilliant as possible, so we are willing to temporarily form an alliance with others."

Xia De didn't evaluate his positioning of himself. Currently, the information was unclear, and Xia De couldn't guess whether what the other party said was true or false:

"Speaking of which, it's a coincidence. Although I am interested in that position, I also very much want to use this island as a stage to make this drama even more brilliant. In this way, we come to that most critical question—do you know about this Chosen One ceremony?"

"The troupe has fragments of poems, and the fragments point to a seven-act story. People who crave to stand in the most shining position under the spotlight need to compete for the final time after all seven acts of the story are over."

Mr. Motisi shook his head gently:

"We know some rules, such as that participants don't have to participate in every act of the story, but frequent appearances, even if only as a background board, are conducive to enhancing one's importance in this drama. But we don't know much about what the seven-act story is."

This again confirmed Luweiya's guess, that is, the seven-day miracle of Mr. Ring mentioned by the ice maid Winnie was actually this Chosen One ceremony.

"I know some, one of which is related to the reason why your friend, the potion merchant, was injured. The Angel-level relic - Mother Nest of Sword Descendants, was held by a demon last Friday and fought a decisive battle with the church's team in the snow mountains. Now the demon has escaped, the magic sword is broken, and this act of the story has basically ended. The content on the snake slough also changed from an important supporting role to a candidate for the lead actor because of this."

Mr. Motisi suddenly realized:

"I did hear about the action regarding that magic sword last week. So that's how it is. If I had insisted on investigating after Sargent was injured at that time... this should be impossible, I couldn't beat the demon or the magic sword."

He shook his head with self-knowledge:

"The troupe also knows that there is an act of the story that may be related to some dice game. Recently, the troupe's manpower on the island has been investigating this. Of course, our main task is still about the 'mermaid'."

"I also know that there is a theme for an act related to a stone zither, but there is no clue yet... Countess Waldeck has been bitten to death by the Infinite Snake, how could she still have companions? It couldn't be that she was resurrected, right?"

Xia De was quite concerned about the information on "desire." Mr. Motisi tapped the guardrail beside him with his fingers, his eyes looking into the distance from the holes in the mask:

"Resurrection is not the case, but she must have had a purpose when she was sent to this island. And from our understanding of those disgusting guys, once they have any action, it is impossible to send only one person. There must be others who have come to the island. The troupe's original idea was to get clues from her after catching that countess, but I didn't expect her to die all of a sudden, and her soul could not be channeled."

Compared to the "clown" Xia De saw in Tobesk, Mr. Motisi's status in the troupe was clearly higher. Therefore, since there was an opportunity, Xia De asked the question that didn't get an answer last time in the sound of the waves:

"Speaking of which, what kind of conflict do you have with that thing whose name cannot be mentioned? I heard that since it appeared in the material world again two years ago, you have been looking for and chasing its followers."

Did it take away your important heritage items? Did it severely damage your sect in ancient times? Or some other reason?"

Mr. Motisi took a deep breath:

"This question..."

Seeing that he was in a difficult position, Xia De shook his head:

"It's okay, if it's a secret, you don't have to answer."

"Thank you. It's not that the answer to this question involves any interests, but that once it spreads, it will have an impact on us. Although I believe most clowns have already had the awareness, it's better to let a few people know about some things... If there is a chance in the future, I will tell you."

Xia De wasn't particularly concerned about what secrets the 【Clown Troupe】 had. After all, everyone had secrets, which was normal. He was quite happy with the attitude of Mr. Motisi and his organization towards the "Chosen One of Fate."

He even felt that compared to everyone else, Mr. Motisi's idea of simply wanting to make the story of fate more magnificent was what truly fit the meaning of the Chosen One of Fate.

The two exchanged contact information so they could contact each other at any time. Although Xia De didn't reveal the other content of the seven-day story of the ancient god he had heard, before parting, he told Mr. Motisi about the reason why the snow mountains were divided into inner and outer parts, and that "Mr. Ring" might have sealed the error of fate in the snow mountains.

As a reward, Mr. Motisi promised Xia De that if they found more clues to the story of fate later, he would share them with Xia De as soon as possible:

"After all, 'Clown' alone can't act. I don't want to cooperate with those villains, and the Prophet Society... we don't want to contact them for the time being. So, Mr. Watson, are you going to act as the hero in the story?"

The conversation with Mr. Motisi didn't take much time. When parting with him under the lighthouse at the docks, it was only 3:30 in the afternoon.

Xia De stood on the pier looking at the fleet of the Kingdom of Delarion from afar, thinking about meeting Major Lades tomorrow to reminisce:

"Why does Major Lades always appear in such dangerous places? Is this also some kind of fate?"

When arriving at Kyle-Todd Town, it was quite rare that there was no one Xia De was familiar with in the snow mountain hall.

The unicorn accompanied Sylvia and Emilia to the castle, Elder Harald and Elder Vilda went to the place where Xia De saw the 【Ring of the Ice Heart Walker】 to look for bones, and Claire took Miss Larson to Elder Ulsha to learn the rituals to be used for "All Souls' Day," so Xia De couldn't find anything to do for a while:

"If I had known, I would have brought Little Mia."

Now the snow mountain hall was fully open to Xia De, so he went to the castle courtyard to look at the snow mountains. Thinking carefully, since he came to this island, he hadn't been as leisurely as he was now.

Although he had seen the scenery of Fatumunster Island, this was the first time he had appreciated the scenery so calmly.

Because it was still winter, the sky had darkened by four o'clock. Thinking that everyone should be back by dusk, and after watching the snow mountains in the sunset for a while, he went to the banquet hall, sat down, took a book from the bookshelf of the Moon Library, and wanted to take advantage of the time to study the "Sacred Code of Eternal Sleep."

It was just that perhaps because he hadn't rested well in the morning, after reading for a while, he was unusually sleepy. However, since there was nothing to do, reading the "Sacred Code of Eternal Sleep" wasn't urgent, so Xia De really closed the book for a while and lay down on the table.

Thinking in his heart that he would take a nap for a while, he then sank into a deep sleep.

It seemed that every time the outlander slept at an irregular time, he would dream of strange things. But it might also be because his drowsiness during the day was because he had too many thoughts.

In that chaotic, disorderly, and incomprehensible dream, some familiar figures gradually appeared.

He vaguely realized that he was on the way to climb the snow mountain against the wind and snow. Then he saw Miss Sabel, who had disappeared after the Battle of the Ice Castle. She didn't know why she was holding Miss Isabella's silver pocket watch, waved at Xia De, and then disappeared into the blizzard;

Then he saw Sister Belen, and it was Sister Belen without an eye patch. The sister nodded at him, then burned into a torch and disappeared.

Xia De wanted to pull them, but after walking a few steps forward, he saw Luweiya kneeling in the snow mountain and crying. Although he could only see her back, Xia De could recognize that it was the long-haired version of Luweiya.

It was hard for him to imagine that the Luweiya of the past life would cry like this. Walking closer, he found that she was lying on Claire's body and crying.

The platinum-haired Great Witch of the Sun had no breath in the snow mountain. Luweiya grabbed the hand of the corpse, and her whole body trembled because of extreme sadness.

"What?"

Xia De didn't understand what this was, and didn't know why this scene happened. He stood there blankly, starting to doubt whether all this was a dream, and suddenly felt someone pat his left shoulder, but turning to the left, he found no one.

Only then did he realize and turn to the right, and then saw a familiar person looking at him with a smile with his hands behind his back.

(End of chapter)