Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"It seems like it hasn't been a month since you became a 'divineer' and a 'wisher,' right?" Truman looked at Klein and said.

"In three more days, it will be thirty days." Klein said modestly.

"Huh?" Truman raised his eyebrows slightly, "You seem very proud?"

"No!" Klein quickly denied. He had already recognized a certain aspect of this powerful bishop's character, which was very bad taste.

He is indeed a good person according to Mr. Azik. He is good to believers and Nighthawks, and often gives generously. Although Klein is not sure where the bishop's money comes from...

In short, he is very rich...ahem, he is a very nice person!

Klein quickly stopped his thoughts. This bishop should not be an "audience", but he always gave people the feeling that he could see through people's hearts.

"Ha," Truman didn't care about Klein. This promotion was due to Klein preparing the potion himself, and he was just a protector.

Klein carefully prepared the potion, and not long after, a bottle of potion appeared in his hand.

"Drink, what are you watching me do?"

Klein finally endured it. He took out his pendulum and performed a divination in front of Truman. "The potion I prepared is not dangerous..."

Truman's expression was quite subtle. Does he, a quasi-old "Dharma Protector" of Sequence 8, still need divination?

"You are the real...'divineer'." Truman said sincerely.

Why do you sound like a curse... Klein put away the pendulum without changing his expression and drank the "Joker" potion in the bottle.

Without any surprise, Klein became the "Joker".

"I feel that you are in good condition. Let's start to be promoted to 'Illusionist' now." Truman said suddenly, startling Klein who was still adapting to his own spirituality.

"I haven't adapted to 'Joker' yet..."

"I will naturally adapt to being promoted to 'Illusionist'."

"..." Klein blinked. It seemed that this was also the case. As long as he took a step on the "dream" path, his spirituality and crazy ravings would be greatly curbed.

"Okay." Klein was convinced and took out a gold coin.

This is the gold coin he saved recently for the "Illusionist" ceremony.

Each ceremony requires a gold coin, which is quite expensive... Klein felt a little distressed.

"The highest dream..."

Prayers sound and dreams come.

After all the dreamy phosphorescence coming out of the God-given Gate was integrated into Klein's body, he was already an "illusionist".

"Remember something." Truman warned Klein seriously.

Klein, who was still immersed in the joy of promotion, concentrated on this. This was a warning from the Forerunner.

"You can advance through the 'Dream' path first if you are in the middle or low sequence, but if you have the opportunity to become a high-sequence Extraordinary, you must remember to advance through the 'Dream' path first."

Why? Klein thought of many things in an instant, but he couldn't be sure of any of them, so he could only nod.

"Then enjoy your journey to the fantasy world." Truman suddenly smiled.

"What?" Klein was startled.

"Don't you know, 'Prayers' can freely enter the illusion world? And 'Illusionists' are forced to enter." Truman reminded.

"I don't know!" Klein was a little panicked. His current state was too good, and his spirituality was overflowing.

And these overflowing spiritualities seem to have stirred up the illusionary world that was once the sea of ​​collective subconscious, and his spirit body seems to be heading to that strange world.

"Oh, you know now."

For a few moments, Klein only had time to sit on the ground, and then his spirit body was "sucked away" by the illusion world.

"Are you scared? You dare to peep at the divine blood, but you dare not enter the illusion world." In fact, after becoming Sequence Nine, he can already enter and exit the illusion world. But Klein is used to being scared and is content with the status quo. He is not interested in that unknown world. Curious but resistant.

I can't resist now.

…

In Queen Backlund, in the luxurious villa of the Hall family, Audrey Hall fiddled with a large blue windbreaker and draped it around herself.

"Susie, we are about to embark on a unique adventure, are you ready?" Audrey looked at the big golden retriever at her feet with a tense face, making the final mobilization.

"Audrey, you are so excited that you are out of the 'audience' state. This is not good." Susie wagged her tail, and she also had a small cloak on her body.

This makes him and Audrey look more like adventure partners in fairy tales.

"Susie, you... are such an excellent 'audience'."

Audrey's face stiffened slightly after hearing Susie's words, and the corners of her mouth bulged slightly, but she still restrained herself from making such an unladylike move.

"Let's start our wonderful adventure!" Audrey ignored Susie's words, came to sit on the sofa, and stretched out her hand. At the same time, Susie also raised her paw and held it with Audrey.

Buzz!

Both "audiences" fell into a dream at the same time and entered a world full of fantasy.

When Audrey woke up, she was already in a dream temple.

At this moment, she saw many people, and these people were all extraordinary people!

"Are there so many Beyonders in Backlund?" Audrey blinked. These were probably only a very small part.

Although the fantasy world is good, it is still illusory to the real world. Most people come here to get rewards.

"Write the next fairy tale? Can you exchange it for the 'Mind Reader' formula?" Audrey saw such words in the temple.

This was a mission issued to her.

"But I can't write stories! But fortunately, I will probably be able to get the formula from Mr. Sun soon."

"In that case, my 'Tarot Club' is better!" Audrey thought sincerely.

"And the fairy tales here..." Audrey also bought information from "The Hanged Man" and knew the information here.

Fairy tales may seem simple, but this is already one of the most difficult tasks.

Two hundred years after the opening of the fantasy world, how many extraordinary people have entered this place? All kinds of fairy tales are badly written, and it is too difficult to write stories that the fantasy world can identify with.

"Congratulations, you got the formula."

Audrey blinked and turned to look at a mysterious man shrouded in a black cloak and robe. It was she who had received the fairy tale reward from the fantasy world.

"Didn't you say it was difficult?"

Audrey was doubtful but did not approach rashly. Instead, she turned away and took Susie to explore this wonderful world.

"Hello, Mr. Boatman, can you give me a ride?" Audrey excitedly found the Fool Boatman.

Crystal's Fantasy Travels has been selling well in Backlund for two hundred years, and every child hopes to board the Fool's Boatman's ship one day.