The Truth Of The Mysteries
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They not only use the same language, but also share the same gloomy vibe.

You guys ask where this is? What am I planning here? I was also very curious about it. Zhoui Farren calmed himself down, after which he repeated their question.

Some left an impression on him, but it was not because of the sentence formed by the words and the meaning behind it, but a feeling of display, alertness, alertness, the confusion and respect of the two people before him.

They were dragged into a world surrounded by fog and split into these two mysterious sides all of a sudden. As the perpetrator of this incident, Zhoui Farren felt extremely astonished and shocked, let alone the couple who were pulled into this mess completely passively and unintentionally!

For them, meetings and events like this must have surprised them greatly, right?

For a moment, two options flashed through Zhoui Farren's mind; pretending to be the victim and and keeping his identity hidden and trying to gain their trust, would then take advantage for him in time. Or else he would continue to observe them while maintaining his mysterious identity. And always join meetings to gather important and confidential information from them.

Without any luxuries, he immediately calmed down and controlled his mind, then he chose the second option. Use the psychological state of others to benefit themselves.

After a few seconds of silence in the fog room, Zhoui Farren immediately chuckled. Then he calmly spoke in a low but not heavy tone. He said as if answering a polite question from the visitors “It's just an effort.”

A venture... A venture? Lucia evn Hall looked at the mysterious man who was covered by two different colored mist that was like a robe to her, and and and made his face look faint. And the only thing on his mind was that everything that happened was terrifying, weird and at the same time funny.

Previously she was at the dressing table inside her room a moment ago. But just by turning around, he had "come" to this place filled with gray fog!

How unimaginable!

Lucia took a breath, showing a polite and perfect smile. He asked somewhat agitatedly, "Master, is the experiment over? Can you allow us to return?"

Barth Wilson also had the intention to investigate Zhoui Farren in the same way, but his rich experience made him even grander. He held back his impulse and only took on the role of a silent spectator.

Zhoui Farren looked at the questioner. Looking through the hazy mist, he could roughly see the silhouette of the person in question. It was a tall girl with fine blonde hair, had bright and pure blue eyes, but her exact face could not be seen clearly.

He did not rush to answer the girl's question but turned to look at the man. He had messy dark blue hair, as well as a moderate stature that was not enough to be considered burly.

Zhoui Farren suddenly realized something. Once he became stronger or had a deeper understanding of the foggy world, perhaps he could see through the fog and distinguish the girl and the man. In this situation, they are visitors, and I am the master!

After changing his mindset, Zhoui Farren instantly noticed the details he had neglected before. The girl with the melodious voice and the covered adult man, both of them looked extremely intangible. Tainted by a faintly purplish red color, they resemble projected images of two deep red "stars" behind a gray fog.

This projection is based on the relationship between the crimson star and himself, an intangible relationship that only he himself can realistically understand.

The projection would disappear once the connection was severed, and the couple would then return. Zhoui Farren nodded lightly and looked at the blonde, laughing. "Of course, if you make an official request, you can come back this time as well."

When she did not identify any ill will from her tone, Lucia let out a sigh of relief. He believed that since a man capable of such magic things had given his words, he would definitely obey him strictly.

With his somewhat calm mind, he surprisingly did not rush to ask for a leave of absence. He rolled his sharp eyes left and right, which glittered with an abnormal radiance. He said anxiously, anticipatingly, and seduced, "It was an incredible experience. I mean—I love mysteries and supernatural wonders. No, my point is —I mean is, sir, what can I do to be a Beyonder?"

He became even more excited as he spoke, so much so that he fumbled his words. The dream that grew within him as a result of listening to such thrilling fantasies as told by the elders finally saw the possibility to materialize.

However, with just a few words, he had already forgotten all his previous fears and horrors.

Great question! I also want to know the answer. I don't have enough information from my memory fragment even though I have a little memory of it. Zhoui Farren complained inwardly.

He began to ponder the answer to that question in order to maintain his unexpected image. At the same time, he felt unworthy to speak while standing up. Wasn't he supposed to be in the palace, sitting at the head of a long table, and in a mysterious high-backed chair carved with ancient patterns, while quietly observing its visitors.

As soon as this thought appeared, the gray mist began to churn, leaving Lucia and Barth shocked. In an instant, they saw a number of towering stone pillars surrounding them. Above them was a huge dome that wrapped them.

This entire building looked majestic, majestic and tall, like a legendary palace to giants

Just below the dome where the gray fog had gathered, a long silver table appeared with twelve high-backed chairs on either side in a symmetrical arrangement, along with the chairs at the other two ends of the long table. The back of each chair was dazzling and shone faintly with a deep red color, drawing out an outline of a strange constellation that was different from reality.

Lucia and Barth sat face to face, sitting next to the Seat of Honor.

The girl looked to the side, and could not help but mutter, "How interesting …"

Zhoui Farren extended his right hand and stroked the edge of the silver table slightly while maintaining an unperturbed expression.

Barthez inspected the surroundings, and after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly opened her mouth, and answered Lucia's question in place of Zhoui Farren.

"Are you Leonese?" If you want to become a Beyonder, join the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the Ruler of the Storm, or the God of Mysteries. The majority of us won't meet Beyonder all our lives. This has led the church, and even some pastors in some of the largest churches, to suspect the same.

“While this is the case, I am sure to tell you that Beyonders is still in court, court, and the institution of execution. They were still fighting against the dangers growing in darkness, only their numbers were far more numerous than before and during the days of the doomsday years. Or maybe you can try to the Mystery God Church, they can give an Beyonders potion even if you won't be too active as an organization, but on condition that you have a clear and good purpose, it can also help with some of the supernatural problems that are going on around you"

Relying on Laville's general knowledge of history, Zhoui Farren knew clearly that the "Year of Resurrection" refers to the years of the present age, which is the Fifth Age that began 1976 years ago.

Lucia silently listened to Barthez finish her sentence before sighing. "Master, I know all about what you just said; I know even more than that, including Mystery Hand, Nighthawks, Mandated Punisher, and Machinery Hivemind, among others, but I don't want to lose my freedom."

Barthez laughed out loud, and said faintly, "You can't be a Beyonder without sacrifice. If you are not considering joining the church and accepting the challenges given, you can only look for the royal family and some nobles with families. Otherwise, you can rely on your luck to search for clandestine evil organizations."

Lucia puffed her cheeks unconsciously and looked around in confusion. After confirming that both the "mysterious man" and Lucia were not paying attention to his tic, he pressed, "Is there no other solution?"

Barthez was drowning in silence. About half a minute later, he turned to look at the "mysterious man" who was watching the two of them in silence.

Realizing that Zhoui Farren had no plans to comment whatsoever, he looked back at Lucia and said thoughtfully, "i have three sets of Sequence Potion 10 formulas."

Sequence 10? Zhoui Farren muttered to himself.

"really? Which three sets?" Lucia clearly knew what the Sequence 10 Potion formula meant.

Barthez leaned back slightly, and replied unhurriedly, "As you know, mankind can only rely on potions to become true Extremes, whereas the name of the herb comes from 'Blasphemy Slate.' After constant translations into Jotun, Elvish, Areses, ancient and modern Hermes, and ancient Feysacyl, they have undergone changes to fit the day and age of that era. Its essence is not in their name, but whether they describe the 'core characteristics' of the herb.

"I have a Order Potion of 10 named 'Sailor.' This allows you to have excellent balance skills. Even if you are on a boat in a rain storm, you will be able to walk freely as if you were on land.You will also get great power and illusory scales under your skin. allows you to swim like a fish and difficult to catch.You will move nimble underwater like a sea animal. Even without any equipment, you will be able to easily dive underwater for at least ten minutes."

"That sounds great... 'Sea Guard' of the Storm Sovereign?"

"It was called by that name in the past." Barthez did not stop and continued.”

"The second 10th Order Potion Series is called the 'Awlookers', although I'm not sure what its name was in the past. This set of potions allows you to have a very sharp mind with keen observation skills.I'm sure you can understand what 'audience' means from watching opera and drama. Just like the audience, the audience judges the 'actors' in the secular world, capturing glimpses of the real thoughts of them through their emotions, behaviors, and spells."

“And the third is the Bard potion formula of Eternal Blazing Sun where it is suitable to deal with creatures such as ghosts and spirits.”

At this point, Barth emphasized, "you must remember, regardless of whether you are at a fancy banquet or a crowded street, the audience can only be spectators forever."

Lucia's eyes shone as she listened, and spoke after a long while, "Why? All right, this is a follow-up question.I guess I've fallen in love with this feeling—become a 'audience'. How can I get this potion formula? What can I use to exchange it for you?"

Barthez seemed to be ready when she said in a deep voice, "Blood Ghost Shark, at least 100 milliliters."

Lucia nodded her head excitedly, but then asked anxiously, "If I can get it—and I say if—how do I give it to you? How can you promise me that you can give me the potion formula in return for the Ghost Shark's blood, as well as the authenticity of the formula?"

Barthez said calmly, "i'll give you the address. I'll send you the formula, or tell you directly here, as soon as I receive the blood of the Ghost Shark."

"Regarding the promise, I think you and I can feel at ease under the testimony of the mysterious master." As he said this, he swept his eyes towards Zhoui Farren who was sitting upright in the Seat of Honor.

"Master, the fact that you brought us here shows that you have extraordinary powers that are unimaginable to us. None of us would dare break the promise with you as a witness."

"Fuckin' thick!" Lucia's eyes sparkled and agreed with excitement. From his point of view, the mysterious man who possessed unimaginable abilities was clearly a "carried witness".

How could I or the person opposite me dare to deceive him! Lucia half turned her body and looked at Zhoui Farren solemnly.

"Master, please be our trade witness.”

At that moment, he then realized that he was too disrespectful, all this time forgetting to ask a certain question. He asked hurriedly, "Master, how should we call you?"

Barthez slightly nodded, and repeated the same question seriously, "Master, how should we call you?"

Zhoui Farren was shocked. He gently tapped his finger on the bronze table but after a few seconds he changed his action to stick the tip of his fingers and the tip pointed upwards. The contents of the previous prophecy flashed through his mind suddenly.

He leaned back, pulled his right hand, and crossed his ten fingers, putting them under his chin. He gave both of them a faint smile.

"You can call me …"

After saying this, he paused for a moment. He said kindly and calmly, "The Fake One."

Laville in Giant Language.

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