franphil Chapter 413 Wind Howl
Chapter 413 Wind Howl
Chapter 413 Wind Howl
"Mr. Door" possesses an understanding of the true gods far beyond my comprehension. Before his exile, he was likely already attempting to break through to Sequence 0—no wonder he harbors such disdain for Zarathustra, shows no respect for the true gods, and is so knowledgeable about the Fourth Age.
"He is very likely the ancestor of the Abraham family. Although Mr. Men has not introduced his origins, I am not stupid. He looks down on Zarathustra. His status must be at least higher than Zarathustra. His code name is Men. The ancient coins of the Tudor dynasty have the symbol of Men."
"That family ranks below the Tudor family, the top noble family in the Tudor Empire. So Mr. Men was probably also a loser in the war of the Four Emperors, but he was stronger and did not perish. Instead, he was exiled..."
"I suddenly have a slight urge to let Mr. Men come back... if Mr. Men's stance is not in harmony with the current Seven Gods, or with the major royal families of the Northern Continent..."
Your Majesty, you guessed it so easily?
Klein didn't expect there to be a twist at the end; it seems the Emperor had done a lot of research on Mr. Door in private.
Indeed, after all, the knights under the Emperor included members of the Abraham family.
However, the situation of the Great Emperor and the Blood Emperor seemed similar at the time. The original path was cut off, and the adjacent path was blocked by people or objects, making it not so easy to climb. He admired the Blood Emperor so much... Klein discovered a blind spot. The Great Emperor may have thought about the adjacent path.
Thus, his madness in his later years was a genuine loss of reason, not a result of being splashed with dirty water. Moreover, his madness was quite intelligent; he forcibly ascended the throne, promulgated the "Civil Code," replaced the existing rules with the order of the 18th and 19th centuries, and widely disseminated his own sayings and promoted his own aesthetic.
No wonder Bernadette betrayed and hated him, rather than suspecting that the Emperor, as a high-ranking figure, was mentally unstable. This madness was so obvious; who wouldn't see it as the senility and paranoia of his later years, a result of blind faith and misplaced belief...
His diary entries from this period still show him with a clear mind, engaging in in-depth conversations with certain ladies. Who could tell that he had gone mad? Even his own daughter, Bernadette, was unaware of Roselle's true thoughts.
Haha, are all time travelers this shrewd these days?
Leaving aside the ancient god who still haunts us to this day, the Emperor's cosplay of Napoleon and Caesar wasn't just a joke; it had a deeper meaning.
I have a fairly good understanding of the history of the Fourth Age. Ignoring the difficult-to-know details such as why the six gods, including the Lord of Storms and the Goddess of Night, chose to support the Night Emperor instead of the Blood Emperor, the Blood Emperor must have received additional support to defeat the stronger Medici.
Mr. Men? Or another duke of the Tudor Empire? It couldn't be some evil god like the Primordial Witch, could it?
What is your request?
"I want to know what preparations Emperor Roselle made on this page of his diary."
The hermit asked directly.
"Um..."
This question prompted Mr. Fool to draw out his words, as if he were deep in thought.
This was very rare, and everyone in the Tarot Club couldn't help but prick up their ears.
"If I had to name it, maybe all the crazy things he did in his later years could be considered part of it."
Mr. Fool gave an ambiguous answer.
Anyway, the answer is always "maybe".
There's some juicy gossip!
"Magician" Fors suddenly perked up. Could everything that Emperor Roselle did in his later years have been planned in advance? How could that be? You know, those policies that were forcibly implemented not only depleted the prestige that Roselle had accumulated, but also led to his assassination in the White Maple Palace.
There is a conspiracy!
Alger the Hanged Man and Cattleya the Hermit sensed a conspiracy.
But they are not yet able to discern the specific truth.
"Push everything to the opposite side."
"That just sounds crazy enough."
Chael had to admit that Tudor was probably not as crazy as Roselle was when he changed course.
But Roselle had indeed gone mad. His plan was quite clever: first, to provoke the Sauron family and other nobles who opposed him to carry out an assassination with the tacit approval and support of the Church. Once he was resurrected and his status was cleared, he would have enough reason to thoroughly settle scores with the Sauron family and others.
However, given the Eastern tendency to value life, it makes sense. One's life should be used to its fullest extent before being replaced with another. Rosell was probably already on the verge of turning against the whole world, and his oppression of the entire Intis could only be considered conservative.
Xia Er thought about the crazy old Huang, who was "selling his magical items" in the world.
Xia'er actually wanted to remind Klein that even if he placed the item with Miss Sharon and had her consign it for him, it would be the same thing. Miss Sharon's circle was already connected to the Dawn of Elements, so his sales pitch to the Hermit was essentially redundant.
In the end, the Hermit Lady ate one, and Klein looked at Miss Justice again.
Miss Justice politely shook her head, refusing the discount that Mr. World offered with gritted teeth.
What she wanted wasn't a vial of biological toxins, but a more aggressive magical item.
Does Mr. Angel exist?
Miss Justice looked at the angel with anticipation.
"I have a miniature scimitar and a cloud-patterned short sword here."
"This is a pair; the scimitar can unleash wind blades, and the short sword can create lightning; both can be controlled without being touched."
"I pulled out a design drawing from my mind," said Xia Er.
"Sell it?"
Miss Justice's eyes lit up, and even Cattleya was taken aback, somewhat regretting buying Mr. World's goods first.
"I'll take them all."
Audrey didn't even ask the price before stating it.
"I'm not that short of money, you can take it and play with it for now."
"The scimitar isn't big or heavy; you can hide it under your skirt."
Xia Er roughly visualized a 3D image: a very ordinary scimitar with cyan patterns.
It's quite suitable for the Ranger class in a certain game.
After leaving the gray fog space, modifying Qilingus's properties will give you the finished product.
Mm-hmm.
Audrey was very satisfied; she fell in love with the scimitar at first sight. Although she couldn't buy it outright, it was wonderful that the angel was willing to lend it to her.
On the other side, to Xia'er's right, Fors looked at the man beside her with a strange expression.
How come I didn't know you had such a good thing?
And, a pair? You gave it to Miss Justice to play with, but what about me? Aren't we a pair?
At this moment, Ms. Salty Fish, who was usually unassuming and never competed for anything, surprisingly began to reflect on whether there was a problem with her life path.
"Mr. Angel, may I ask what you mean by 'sell off'?"
Alger also realized that this was related to the characteristics of the Wind-Clad Ones, so he asked curiously.
"A combo move."
"Whisper of the Wind" is thrown out, sweeping up wind blades of all sizes, spinning and attacking from the side, locking down a large area of room to maneuver. Waiting for the enemy to exert their strength to deal with the wind blades, anticipating the moment and seizing the instant their body pauses, "Thunderclap" will pierce through like lightning, straight through the flesh and blood blocking their path.
"Even extraordinary individuals without special skills can be killed instantly."
As Xia Er gave a brief introduction, Alger's brow twitched.
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