Chapter 44: First Attempt

"What? The old man knows this name? Doesn't that mean there's really such an angel!"

Leonard instinctively sat up straight. If it weren't for the two people beside him, he would have directly asked Pallez what exactly he knew about this Angel of Secrets.

Fortunately, Pallez didn't plan to be cryptic this time. Seeing Leonard's confusion, he patiently said:

"I don't know that angel, but I have indeed heard the name. A long, long time ago, it seemed to be a very ancient being."

Even the old man says ancient. Could it be some old guy from the Fourth Epoch?

Leonard couldn't help but speculate in his mind.

"But..." Pallez voice grew slightly puzzled, "My memories of that one are very blurry, so I'm not sure what kind of existence it truly is."

This disappointed Leonard a bit, but he knew that since even the old man said so, he probably wouldn't get more information.

Leonard sighed, returning his attention to the present, feeling the "intense" stares from the four people around him.

"Ahem..." Leonard couldn't help but cough, trying to maintain his composure despite his guilt, "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Poet, I'm pretty much certain now that you're talking to someone I can't see... Klein kept his smile, but couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

Before coming to Backlund, Klein only had vague suspicions about the poet's secrets. After coming here, he was almost certain that the poet had something like a grandpa following him around.

His occasional odd behavior was hard for Klein to ignore.

And maybe it was just his imagination, but Klein felt that since they experienced the Tingen incident together, the poet had been increasingly letting loose, no longer hiding his abnormalities.

Maybe because he sees the three of us here as "main characters" with secrets?

Klein couldn't help but speculate, recalling Leonard's past remarks about "two main characters meeting" and "the wheels of history rolling forward."

So the old man really does have memories of me. Is it because I haven't interfered with his timeline but have already left traces in the Second Epoch?

Having deliberately mentioned the Angel of Secrets to test the waters, Lynn had a guess but showed no change in expression. He simply raised an eyebrow at Leonard and said, "Poet, it looks like you've heard the name 'Angel of Secrets'?"

"Uh, yes, you could say that. But I don't know much about this Angel of Secrets either, only that it seems to be a very, very ancient being." Leonard hesitated but decided to answer.

He knew his odd behavior this time was too obvious, and no one would believe he didn't know the Angel of Secrets.

"Very ancient being..." Lynn looked thoughtful, as if he were seriously contemplating something.

Klein quickly took note of this knowledge point. He didn't know who this Angel of Secrets was, but felt that such knowledge might come in handy later.

Leonard suddenly remembered something and asked, "Lynn, where's that ancient book you mentioned? Can we still find it?"

"I'm afraid not. That book was lost long, long ago due to some accident..." Lynn shook his head, showing a regretful expression.

Both Leonard and Klein felt a bit sorry.

"But even though the ancient book is gone, if the Angel of Secrets is real, it means the Blasphemy Chess might also be real..." Lynn said, picking up a chess piece from the coffee table and smiling, "Maybe one day, we'll encounter the real Blasphemy Chess!"

Meanwhile, by the campfire in the Second Epoch.

Lynn suddenly looked up at Sasrir, who was revising documents even during his travels, waiting for the most opportune moment to act. Lynn raised his hand and said, "Sasrir, I heard that the legendary Blasphemy Slate is in your hands, right?"

Sasrir paused, then looked at Lynn, smiling gently, "The Blasphemy Slate is indeed with me. Why?"

"Can I borrow it to take a look?" Lynn asked directly, with a straightforward and sincere tone.

Of course, Lynn dared to make such a request because of his special status and young age.

He figured that even if the request was denied, it wouldn't cause any bad effects.

Sasrir was momentarily stunned by Lynn's directness, but then shook his head, his expression slightly apologetic, "Sorry, Sotos, without the Lord's command, I can't let you read the Blasphemy Slate."

Ah, as expected, a refusal.

Lynn, not surprised at all, sighed with a rather disappointed expression, "Oh."

This made Sasrir's expression somewhat helpless. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "But if you're interested in the follow-up potion formulas of the Hermit pathway, I can transcribe them for you."

After a pause, Sasrir looked at Medici and said, "If you need it, I can also transcribe the Red Priest pathway potion formulas for you."

"Thank you, Sasrir, but I still hope to see the Blasphemy Slate..." Lynn immediately changed his expression, no longer looking disappointed at all.

Although not seeing the Blasphemy Slate was a bit regrettable, getting the follow-up formulas for free was acceptable to Lynn.

Sasrir, seeing Lynn's quick change in demeanor, smiled helplessly. Having long accepted that both his children were troublemakers, he continued revising his documents.

The night was still long.

Meanwhile, while Sasrir was waiting, in the elven kingdom, within a huge palace seemingly made of coral.

"What does Lilith want to do? Why would she actively provoke Flegrea and Kvastir..."

Elven King Soniathrym sat on a throne seemingly made of pure electric light. His ears were pointed and high, his facial contours soft, his hair thick and interwoven with black and blue strands, his features outstanding both individually and together, making him handsome.

However, he gave off an instinctive sense of violence, not pure cold-bloodedness and cruelty, but more like impatience and aggression, as if he could start a fight at any moment.

(End of this chapter)