madnovel Chapter 268 The Morse Order
Chapter 268 The Morse Order
Chapter 268 The Morse Order
After Derrick the Sun expressed his doubts, the tarot session suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of each other breathing could be clearly heard.
Everyone looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top with tension and curiosity, wondering how Mr. Fool would answer the Sun's question.
"The Fool" Klein turned his head to look at Derrick, chuckled, and instead of answering his question directly, asked in return:
Why do you believe that those ancient gods are on the same level as the "omniscient and omnipotent god, the creator of everything" you speak of?
"Huh?" Derrick was taken aback, thinking that this was only natural, since they were all gods, although some were stronger.
But he stopped himself from speaking, and said with some hesitation, some doubt, and some excitement:
"So the Creator of everything is a deity more powerful and on a different level than the ancient gods?"
"Just as described in the name we use in our prayers, he is the God of Gods, the ruler of the vast celestial realms!"
"The Fool" Klein chuckled, offering no answer to the question. Instead, he leisurely leaned back in his chair, simultaneously manipulating the small trumpet "The World" at the bottom of the weathered long table:
"I'm curious, what is the full name of the Creator that you Silver City worship?"
Derrick answered without hesitation:
"The Creator of all things, the all-knowing and all-powerful God, the source of all greatness, the beginning and the end, the God of gods, the ruler of the vast star realm."
Audrey, Fors, Alger, and the others exchanged glances, feeling that the description was more noble and grand than any other name they had ever heard, but they dared not discuss it in front of Mr. Fool.
After a moment of silence, "Justice" Audrey looked at the "Fool" at the head of the table and asked with great curiosity:
"Fool," first, is there truly a God of Gods?
"Of course!" "The Sun" Deckard answered without hesitation.
Cyril laughed and replied, "In the 1st century, angels were also called gods."
"However, the ancient sun god who could defeat all the ancient gods must indeed be stronger than ordinary deities, after all, the King of Angels began to appear under his throne."
The others on either side of the weathered long table nodded in agreement, finding this concept of a "god of gods" quite reasonable.
"The Sun" Derrick opened his mouth, but then fell silent again.
After a moment of silence, Alger, the "Hanged Man," brought the conversation back to Banshee Island:
"I just left Bansi Port and have no idea what happened there," Mr. Fate knows more, but can add a few things.
He paused briefly, and seeing that everyone was listening attentively, he continued:
"In the past, Bansi was also known as the Weather Museum" because the weather there was unpredictable and often experienced extreme weather.
"The extreme weather gradually improved after the Church of Storms built a church there, but there are still occasional extreme weather events such as heavy rain, fog, and even hail."
"But ever since that lightning strike, the weather on Bansi Island has been unusually good, without even a strong wind."
"This is extremely unusual. Is it possible that the 'Weather God' has already left?"
Seeing the "Hanged Man" looking over, Cyril shook his head slightly:
"Banshe is special; He won't leave unless absolutely necessary."
"As for the abnormal weather, it may be related to the fact that the 'weather god' has greatly improved his condition and is able to better control his power, or it may be that an angel from the Church of Storms is suppressing him."
"The Magician" Fors instinctively replied, "Why isn't it the Lord of Storms suppressing Him?"
"Didn't you say that the 'Weather God,' whose condition has greatly improved, might not even be able to defeat Pope Gad II?"
Cyril replied, "The Lord of Storms doesn't have that kind of patience. If he were to make a move, he would more likely wipe Banshee off the map."
Then Alger, the "Hanged Man," continued in a deep voice:
"On the high seas, in the realm of storms, the Church of Storms is the true expert and master."
The influence of "that weather god" on the weather is more likely to cause natural disasters through extreme weather. In terms of simply influencing and controlling the weather, he is certainly not as good as the angels of the Church of Storms.
Faced with the "Hanged Man's" inexplicably serious words, Fors nodded somewhat hesitantly:
"Okay, I understand."
Mr. Hanged Man is a bit serious on this topic, but it doesn't seem like he's biased towards the Church of Storms; rather, it's more like he's defending his own faith.
After clearing her mind for a moment, "Justice" Audrey looked at Cyril and asked with some curiosity:
"Mr. Fate," what were you referring to as a "last resort" situation?
Cyril pondered for a moment before replying, "Probably the Church of Storms wiped Banshee off the map altogether, or sent an angel to guard the area so He wouldn't see an opportunity."
...Destroy an island with an important port? That can't be that extreme, can it?
"The Magician" Fors was secretly alarmed, his thoughts wandering uncontrollably.
"This..." Audrey felt this was unlikely. Bansi was an important port for travel between Rune and the Roside Islands, and the kingdom's higher-ups would not agree to destroy such an island directly.
However, it is also difficult to send an angel to stay there. Even in the Church of the True God, the number of angels is very limited, and it is impossible to have an angel stay there for a long time.
The members of the Tarot meeting then talked about Banshee for quite a while until "The Fool" Klein announced the end of the day's gathering.
"Your will is our will."
After everyone rose and bowed, streaks of deep red light rose up, carrying their figures away into the gray mist.
After everyone had left, Klein made his alternate account "The World" disappear, looked around the empty hall, and then left the space above the gray fog.
Inside Bayam's hotel.
After finishing her tarot session this week, Sirion got up from her armchair, removed the spiritual barrier in the room, drew back the curtains, opened the window, and stood by the window gazing at the various houses and bustling streets in the distance.
"Randolph Carter is wanted by the Church of Storms, so it's not convenient for him to show his face in a city like Bayam for extended periods of time."
"Am I supposed to digest potions here under the identity of Born Walker?"
As he was talking to himself, his spiritual intuition suddenly gave him a warning.
The next second, a bright, dazzling ray of sunlight, carrying a distinct heat, shone into his room from outside the window, illuminating the entire room.
Under the bright sunlight, the phantom of a carriage made entirely of gold appeared in the center of the room.
As the phantom of the golden carriage dissipated, a figure draped in a black robe embroidered with gold thread appeared.
He had a dark complexion, black hair, and blue eyes, with a distinct blend of maritime and northern Chinese ancestry. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and exuded a scholarly air.
After a brief moment of surprise, Cyril retrieved information about the other person from her memory.
Oheez, one of the ten pillars of the Morse Order, was also the one who sent Born Walker to Bansie to seek out hidden information.
He gave Cyril a careful look, then nodded with a smile and said:
"I had previously divined that you would encounter danger in Bansi, and recently the shipping lanes in Bansi seem to have encountered problems, so I was worried about you, but now it seems that you have successfully overcome the crisis."
"Well done. By now, you should have fully digested the 'Secret Revealing' potion, right?"
"I've prepared the potion ingredients for 'Greek Scholar.' Once you've recovered, you can come to me to collect the potion."
This verbal expression of concern is somewhat insincere.
However, this attitude is much better than what I remember of Born Walker. Is he testing me, or has he changed his mind and intends to cultivate Born Walker as part of his core team?
Composing himself, Sirion briefly recalled the information he had gleaned from Born Walker's memories, and mimicked Walker's expression and speech:
"Yes, Lord Oheez, I had already digested the 'Secret Seeker' potion before my return journey."
"I learned a lot about the secrets of the Weather God in Bansi, but I didn't get any information about the Medici family. They are too well hidden, as if they don't exist at all."
"Besides that, I also unexpectedly obtained an ancient book that recorded many amazing stories, but unfortunately, I lost it while evading the Punishers' pursuit."
"Ancient books?" Oheez's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked:
"How much of it did you write down?"
Cyril immediately looked troubled and lowered his head slightly as he replied:
"I've read most of them, but there seems to be some strange power in the ancient books that limits my memory. Each time, I can only recall a small part of them."
Oheez showed no disappointment at his words; on the contrary, he said with great admiration:
"This is normal, because knowledge itself has power."
"The fact that that ancient book has such restrictions actually proves that the knowledge recorded in it is true and valid."
"You can slowly recall them, and then write them down little by little."
"Yes, Your Excellency Oheez." Sirion nodded emphatically.
He paused for a moment, then continued:
"Lord Oheez, because I was worried about being discovered by the 'Weather God' on Bansi Island, I didn't write down the secrets I had gathered. Should I recite them from memory now?"
"You were very careful, well done," O'Haytz praised him before saying:
"Go and recite it from memory. Also, remember to recite some of the knowledge you learned from that ancient book. I've recently mastered a technique to create a secret 'mysterious reappearance,' so you don't need to worry about encountering any danger."
"Okay." Sirien nodded with a hint of excitement, then walked to the desk and sat down.
Oheez nodded almost imperceptibly as he watched his retreating figure, then waved the black robe embroidered with gold thread that draped over his body.
A thin, ethereal "night" suddenly descended, enveloping the entire room.
Cyril looked around curiously. Affected by the "night," the room was dimly lit, and he could vaguely see a few stars twinkling on the ceiling.
At the same time, the room became very quiet, as if the noise of the street outside and the howling wind were isolated in another space.
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