"I heard that there is a 'listener' of the Aurora Society looking for traces of the true creator, the sanctuary they preach."

"The real creator?" Audrey asked suspiciously.

"That is an ancient existence that many mysterious organizations and secret sects believe in together. They believe that the Creator has not died completely, and the core of his remnants is the true Creator." Argel explained roughly, "Since the Fifth Epoch, the True Creator has It has appeared in various images, such as the hanging giant, the eyes behind the shadow curtain, hehe, many people believe that Emperor Roselle referred to the image of the real creator when inventing the tarot card, so there is the hanging man. card."

Having said that, he looked at Rawls and said:

"There's nothing wrong with what I said, Mr. Emperor."

Hey, why are you asking me? Shouldn't you ask Klein?

Rawls frowned, leaned forward slightly, and considered his words:

"For the former, I can be sure that the real creator is as real as the seven gods, but at the end of the fourth era, he was sealed by the seven gods, so he will use all means to return to the real world, as for the latter, I can only It is said that the true creator existed before Emperor Roselle."

"Is it sealed by the seven gods?"

Audrey correctly raised Klein's doubts.

And Alger's eyes quietly looked in the direction of "The Fool", is this also the existence that was sealed by the seven gods? I want to use them to return to the real world, and even subvert the order of reality, otherwise, why would I choose two nobles so coincidentally, as well as myself, the Extraordinary of the Church of the Storms.

He saw what was in my heart? Want to steal the power and power of the Lord of Storms through me?

"Yes, it was sealed by the joint efforts of the seven gods. It is said that the one who is completely crazy and wants to destroy the world, even if he has seen his image or heard his voice, he will be polluted by him, and he will fall into madness step by step."

Audrey and Alger breathed a sigh of relief. With the words "Emperor", they could at least confirm that "The Fool" was not an evil **** like the real creator.

Klein's face was covered by a thick gray fog, and his expression was a little ugly. Fortunately, no one saw it, and no one dared to do so.

Captain saw the hanged giant covered in blood in Haines Vancent's dream. He was contaminated by the true creator? No, I want to test the "Emperor", he knows more.

This is different from Tris's situation, which concerns the safety of the captain.

Klein straightened up slowly, tapped the bronze tabletop, and saw the three of them looked at him in awe and lowered their heads, he chuckled lightly:

"So I prefer to call him the fallen creator."

Alger's body trembled. He had experienced Mr. Fool's ritual. He already believed that "The Fool" was the same existence as the true God. At most, he was in a bad state, but he now calls the real creator so, and the "Emperor" says the truth. The creator was sealed by the seven gods.

Does that mean that the real creator is stronger than any orthodox god, or even not even a little bit stronger, so it is necessary for the seven gods to join forces?

Is the strength of Mr. Fool, who is obviously hostile to the real creator, even called the fallen creator, stronger than any orthodox god?

It is a danger and an opportunity. Alger silently whispered, and then said with a smile:

"Mr. Fool, your description is indeed more appropriate. According to our observations, all Beyonders who believe in the true creator, no, the fallen creator, have a much higher rate of loss of control than normal, and most of the rest are lunatics."

Audrey was a little bit vague, but she understood that Mr. Fool and the true creator are in an antagonistic relationship, which made her a little relieved. After all, there is an existence in a hostile relationship with an evil god, so it shouldn't be too bad.

Rawls, who had lowered his head, had a strange expression. He didn't test Klein, so he had nothing to do to respond, wasn't he afraid of revealing himself?

Or does he feel that keeping silent all the time is detrimental to his majesty? It can be said that there are many mistakes, and he, a keyboard warrior, should understand!

No, he said this after I said that people who see the image of the real creator will be polluted, and he thought of Dunn Smith.

But I can only do so much. After all, there are 0-08, and it is useless to do more.

Klein, who was hidden behind the gray fog, looked helplessly at the Hanged Man, feeling a little mad in his heart, he didn't tell you!

But looking at the "Emperor" as if I wouldn't say anything, Klein also knew that he couldn't say anything more.

After exchanging information for a while, Klein announced that the gathering was over, disconnecting the three of them from the Crimson Star.

Seeing their figures shatter and disappear, Klein rubbed his brows, and suddenly he felt a faint and inconspicuous sound of prayer coming from the crimson stars near him.

Klein regained his spirits. Following the method of peeping at "The Hanged Man" last time, he spread his spirituality and touched the crimson ball.

A blurry and distorted picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he could only vaguely see a brown-haired boy on his knees, facing a pure crystal ball~lightnovelpub.net~ Luo returning from above the gray fog Les rubbed his temples, thinking that he shouldn't have missed anything, he'd done everything he could, and then it was up to Klein himself, and he had to devote himself to acting.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Rawls waved to the valet Morris, who was standing by the stairs, and asked:

"Is my salute ready?"

The slightly dark-skinned Morris bowed respectfully and replied:

"Sir, your salute is ready for you."

The footsteps of "deng deng deng" suddenly sounded, and Rawls frowned and looked at the stairs. Such a sound should not appear at home.

As the footsteps got closer, a figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs, with gray hair but vigorous movements. It was the butler, August.

Rawls strode over, he knew that there should be an urgent matter, otherwise, based on August's experience, he would not have made such an unreasonable move.

August's hair was a little messy, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Seeing Rawls walking towards him, he quickly adjusted his breathing. By the time Rawls walked up to him, his breathing was much more even:

"Sir, something happened to Mr. Wetter Gold!"

Witt Gold? What happened to him? "

Rawls was a little puzzled. Although Werther Gold was expelled from the Cragg Club, he was unable to make ends meet because of funding disabled soldiers. But Augst told him the day before yesterday that the Nozick family compensated Werther Gold with 200 pounds.

Lord Philip even compensated Werther Gold with some money for mishandling the Hillston Police Department, and also won the senior superintendent.

"Mr. Gothe was wounded by the Zimangues and was seriously injured."