Chapter 637: The Wrong Path

This time, the time it took to pass through the gray fog was much longer than when only the spirit entered normally, and it was filled with a sluggish feeling that made him uncomfortable.

Klein was not unfamiliar with this feeling. When the spirit line was held, the reaction of his body stiffening was similar to his current situation. If Klein had not been able to move his fingers, he would have thought that he was caught red-handed.

The surroundings were abnormally quiet, and the usual torturous mumbling completely disappeared, making Klein doubt the situation around him for a moment - could it be that he still couldn't escape the mysterious "Merlin"?

It was not until a subtle chirping sounded and the scene in front of him became clear again that Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost thrown out of the gray fog, and his body, which was still in a stiff state, did not react for a while, causing him to fall heavily on the bronze long table.

The pain was also full of unreal trance. Klein lay there in a daze for two seconds before mechanically moving his arms and trying to prop himself up.

He looked up and around, but the surging gray fog gradually calmed down, and no one else came here.

The "Tianzun" that Klein was worried about did not appear, nor did the figure he was most looking forward to suddenly appearing and asking him if he was scared.

The anger caused by powerlessness swept through his heart, rolling up bitterness, prompting Klein to move his body and climb down from the long bronze table. He did not sit on the seat of the "Fool", but after hearing the subtle chirping again, he walked towards the source of the sound.

As Klein continued to move his body, his steps became lighter and lighter, and he went straight into the deepest part of the ancient hall. When he climbed the towering steps, he finally recovered from some invisible oppression.

At the top of the steps, in addition to the light cocoons that trapped various faces, there was also a brighter sphere, surrounded by layers of filaments, tightly attached to the door surrounded by insect shapes.

Perhaps because he knew someone was approaching, a more urgent chirping sounded.

Klein understood that Norns was asking for help. After a brief thought, he tried to use his spiritual power to touch the threads trapped outside the light ball.

Just like catching the thread of a spirit, he easily grabbed the ball of wool attached to the outside of the bronze door and carefully disassembled it.

There was no real sense of time passing above the gray fog. Klein didn't know how long it took him. He even felt tired from concentrating his spiritual power. He finally untied the threads wrapped around the light ball and revealed the crystal ball-like core inside.

The skylark trapped inside shook its wings and screamed at Klein impatiently.

Klein's expression, which had just brightened, dimmed again: "No, no, I know what you are thinking... But I'm sorry, we are all disappointed. I don't think she is here."

The feathers on the skylark's body were fluffed up, but there was no sound. It just shrank at the bottom of the ball in frustration.

Klein paused for a few seconds and gently knocked on the shell that wrapped the skylark: "I haven't asked you yet, why are you here?"

In the skylark's intermittent chirping, Klein's brows gradually frowned, until the skylark regained its silence, his face was indifferent, and he slowly sighed:

"No, I'm very sure this is not an accident... I can even say that you did it on purpose, right?"

The skylark suddenly widened its eyes, puffed up its feathers in more panic, and shrank back nervously.

Seeing this reaction, Klein smiled helplessly: "I don't mean to blame you, and you don't have to be so scared, I'm not Him."

When he said the last half of the sentence, Klein raised his head and looked at the door, noticing that since some time, the door had opened a deep gap to the outside.

He strode forward without hesitation, with his palm pressed against the outside of the door. What surprised Klein was that he didn't even feel any rejection, but just a faint warmth flowing through him, and a peeping gaze seemed to come from inside the door, but it was quickly retracted.

The door was easily closed as Klein pushed it. Klein glanced at it silently again before turning to the steps behind him and returning to the bronze table with the ball of light.

This time, Klein sat steadily on the high-backed chair of "The Fool". After closing the door, a kind of indescribable sense of calmness also returned to his heart. Klein knew that he had a closer connection with the door in the gray fog. Regardless of whether this connection would bring good or bad results, it was at least the key to helping him get out of trouble.

Merlin Hermes, a god who called himself "Klein" and "German"?

Klein lowered his eyes and placed Skylark in front of him:

"This time, you have nothing to hide. You are now Norns, which is definitely not the result you want, because the long-term relationship between Norns and me has put you in an absolute disadvantage..."

Skylark looked around in fear for a moment, and when he saw the smile on Klein's face, he seemed to be moved by Klein's gentle attitude. He folded his feathers that were puffed up in alert state and lay down listlessly.

Klein heard a familiar buzzing sound, but it was full of emotion and agile, and it became different from his impression.

Skylark spoke for the first time and communicated with him directly in a language with accurate meaning: "If it's just going from one cage to another, it won't change anything for me. I don't understand why..."

Klein lowered his head with amusement, looking at the bird that was far more timid than the light form: "What don't you understand? Is it because you did this according to some revelation of fate, but didn't get the ideal development?"

"Yes."

As Klein's fingers moved downward, the glass ball gradually shattered and turned into a gray mist that flew on both sides. Skylark's expression immediately relaxed, and he shook his head in confusion, too surprised to speak.

This was a kind of recognition. Just by this release, it meant that Klein had given Skylark more "authority" to manage this place - including the possibility of leaving this spiritual world. After he had just helped the other party to cross the barrier between reality and the spiritual world and enter here, Skylark felt that he could not fail to realize this.

Klein's expression also became relaxed, and his smile became more sincere. He hesitated again and again before making this decision: "I'm just giving you some deserved rewards. Since she believes in fate, I will also... believe it once."

While combing his feathers, Skylark muttered softly: "Okay, okay, I will help you! I really don't understand why you believe in Esther so much?"

Klein looked at Skylark curiously: "After becoming Norns, you talk a lot more."

"It's not that I became Norns, it's that Norns returned to being a part of me," Skylark shook his head very seriously, "My emotions are outward, purely because birds have small brains and can't process too much complex emotional information."

Klein poked Skylark's head, hiding the last bit of disappointment in his heart:

"Yes, Norns has always been you..."

Just like Esther, it has always been just her.

As if seeing through Klein's thoughts, Skylark moved closer to his hand and pecked Klein's wrist vigorously.

"Shall I divine her situation? But... no, I should do this."

Klein put aside his hesitation. There was only one answer. He thought he would have to face it.

The yellow crystal pendant hung from his wrist. After silently reciting the question in his mind, Klein opened his eyes again.

Skylark was standing on his wrist, with his feathery head tilted up, and was also shaking clockwise with the crystal.

When Skylark indicated it, Klein vaguely guessed the result, but seeing the divination work with his own eyes still gave him great comfort.

Since she is still alive, where would she be now?

——

"Dream City".

A black shadow passed by at low altitude, suddenly breaking away from the darkness and approaching the luminous barrier at the edge of the city.

Amon spread out his right hand. A time worm was rolling painfully in his palm. Amon did not show much concern, but rather observed its changes with curiosity.

The twelve clear segments were now flowing with an increasingly rich laurel-colored glow. As the light changed, the insect body continued to expand and contract, splitting into smaller tentacles, almost melting into a pool of liquid.

This strange-shaped time worm squirmed in Amon's palm, constantly approaching the light curtain outside the town, but was restricted by its own strange changes and could not move much on its own.

Amon pressed the time worm with his thumb and squeezed it hard to help it restore a clearer appearance: "I thought you would merge with that skylark, but I didn't expect it to be attached to the extraordinary characteristics. Is this trusting me?"

After a pause, Amon moved the trembling time worm to his left hand and tapped his monocle: "No, you just want to use 'parasitism' in reverse so that He can't catch you..."

Amon searched the memory of another "world" and realized for the first time how special these messages, including the uniqueness that was retained, were - whether true or false, this was the key to His ability to change the future.

It was just that the appearance of "Merlin Hermes" seemed to surprise even Esther.

"Is He really the 'Sky Lord'?"

Although he was looking at the little bug on his left hand, Amon's question was closer to talking to himself. He spread out his right hand again, revealing a simple key.

He casually threw the thing away and threw it towards the light curtain. When the key hit the periphery of the town that was constantly circulating, it instantly shattered into silver light spots.

These light spots trembled slightly, setting off a violent wave in the barrier surrounding the entire town. Waves of silver ripples spread out, and a silver rain fell in the dead pond that had been silent for a thousand years, shattering all the phantoms of life and death.

When the light curtain began to rise and disintegrate, Amon stepped into it. Time once again poured into the silent dead puddle, quickly imposing the remaining traces on the land that had awakened again, such as disappearance and death, and the belated fate returned to its original position, which was no different from the changes Amon had seen in the past thousand years.

The ending was already predetermined, but was only forgotten for a short time, and now it is remembered again.

After this key, "Dream City" disappeared under the dark sky like most cities in the East Continent.

Amon walked towards the only building in the town that had not collapsed or weathered. In the turbulence of silver light, only the bell tower of the monastery in the middle was left, standing alone.