The internal review by the Night Church concluded for the time being.
Bishop Elektra departed from Xia Ai'er's dream.
Xia Ai'er contentedly gazed at the crimson-backed, star-studded Night Church emblem above his head.
This was perfect; early graduation, guaranteed entry into the Church.
Joining a public institution and enjoying a leisurely life.
Of life's two great difficulties, employment was solved; marriage wasn't important.
He would continue to slack off; the Fifth Epoch wasn't suitable for striving, as the era's dividends were long gone. He could just work hard in the Fourth Epoch.
Xia Ai'er clapped his hands, the dream shattered, and he returned to comfortable sleep.
...
Monday, three in the afternoon.
Xia Ai'er leaned back in his chair, resting with his eyes closed.
He was thinking about how to convince his past self that 'bitterness first, sweetness later' was a profound truth of life.
In the morning.
Xia Ai'er went to the Night Church Theological Seminary and received his early graduation certificate and a letter of recommendation to join Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Although Martin was even more excited than him and planned to host a banquet at the villa.
But not having to attend school was always something worth celebrating.
Moreover, the money for the banquet would come from the Maynard family's account, so Xia Ai'er's allowance wouldn't be touched, which made him indifferent.
Crimson light surged like a tide.
When Xia Ai'er opened his eyes again, he was back on the Gray Mist.
The cheerful greeting of a young girl reached his ears:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"
Xia Ai'er felt the gaze upon him. He turned to look at the Fool. Had he learned Spirit Vision?
"Good afternoon, Angel ~"
Justice Audrey greeted Xia Ai'er.
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
Xia Ai'er withdrew his gaze from the Fool and replied politely.
After a simple greeting.
Klein tapped his glabella, using the rudimentary Spirit Vision he had learned to observe the aura colors of the three below him.
Miss Justice's emotional colors were red and yellow, representing enthusiasm and excitement.
Mr. Hanged Man's emotions were primarily blue, with a touch of orange, representing calmness and a bit of satisfaction. Deep within his etheric body, a deep blue like seawater could be seen. Did this represent the Storm pathway?
Angel's emotions were primarily purple, mixed with some green?
Klein recalled Old Neil's knowledge; purple represented a spiritual focus, coldness, and detachment, while green represented peace and tranquility.
Was this a detached mindset?
When he tried to observe the innermost layer of Angel's aura, he only saw a shadowy veil.
Coincidentally, the other party also turned to look at him at that moment, so Klein nodded in response and naturally shifted his gaze.
"Mr. Hanged Man, did you receive the Ghost Shark blood?"
Justice Audrey asked Hanged Man Alger.
"Its quality is excellent."
"I didn't expect you to get it so quickly."
Alger nodded. He might have underestimated Miss Justice's family background before; Ghost Shark blood was quite precious.
"As long as you're satisfied."
Justice Audrey smiled indifferently; after all, she had taken it from her family's treasure vault.
"Miss Justice, congratulations on becoming a Spectator."
Xia Ai'er turned his head to look at the Mind Dragon symbol behind Audrey.
"Oh, Angel, I wanted to share this good news myself ~"
Audrey gave Xia Ai'er a resentful look. She had also seen the symbolic pattern on his chair back last time, so she had no reason to blame Xia Ai'er's actions this time.
However, after an unconscious glance, Audrey let out a soft sound of surprise, somewhat uncertainly:
"Angel, was your mysterious pattern like this last time?"
Audrey looked at the flowing shadow on Xia Ai'er's chair back, puzzled.
Miss Justice, you're not mistaken. Last time, the symbol behind Angel was an eye. Now, that eye is covered by a layer of shadow.
Klein, at the head of the table, thought so.
"This, ah, is quite normal, isn't it?"
"No one has ever stipulated that Beyonders cannot master more supernatural powers."
Xia Ai'er withdrew his gaze and began to talk nonsense.
"You've advanced your Sequence?"
Alger asked tentatively.
Due to the angle, Alger, sitting on the other side, couldn't see Xia Ai'er's back.
"Something like that."
"I've learned some more knowledge of the mystical side."
Xia Ai'er said calmly.
In the past few days, he had extracted everything from the Wraith Steve's memories.
"Learning?"
"Angel, are you referring to learning how to use the power brought by the potion?"
Audrey thought of herself, who had just become a Spectator and knew nothing at this point, and quickly asked.
"Just some knowledge about sacrifices and ritual magic."
Xia Ai'er was unwilling to elaborate. Was he supposed to teach the Tarot Club members how to pray to the Mother Tree of Desire for power?
"Miss Justice, after becoming a Beyonder, what you need to do is practice daily and master the true power of the potion."
"The Beyonder materials used to formulate potions have spiritual residues. Only by enhancing your spirit, controlling your spirituality, and excavating the symbolism and meaning of the potion can you maximize the avoidance of danger."
Alger was more enthusiastic than Xia Ai'er. After all, he was the one who guided Justice onto the extraordinary path, and he didn't hold back his teachings at this time.
The 'fellow countryman' story is coming, Xia Ai'er thought to himself.
"Not mastering, but digesting; not excavating, but acting."
Mr. Fool revealed the acting method to the two of them.
Audrey was bewildered, Alger was struck by lightning, and Xia Ai'er was manipulating his Fourth Epoch self to work hard quickly.
His fingers beneath the table traced a fortune-transferring rune. Since consciousness could maintain contact across space through the "Crimson Star," could it also deliver packages?
He secretly sacrificed the Bard's dog chain, which his spiritual body contained, to his Fourth Epoch self via the connection of the Crimson Star.
"Digesting... acting... I understand. Thank you, Mr. Fool."
Alger said gratefully after understanding the acting method.
"Fool" Klein was very satisfied with the reactions of the three: the silent him, the bewildered her, and the excited him. This way, the mysterious image of the Fool would be established, wouldn't it?
"This is the advance payment."
The Fool said with a smile.
"Mr. Fool, what do you want us to help you with?"
Audrey still didn't fully understand, but she knew this was valuable guidance, so she pondered it while asking.
"I need you to help me collect rosell's diary, even if it's just one page."
Klein looked at both sides, leaning back in his chair, and said.
"Emperor rosell's diary?"
"That's a diary?"
"Sun...?"
Audrey marveled at Mr. Fool's level, Alger began to be uncertain, and Xia Ai'er's throat felt a bit smoky.
He had consumed another Bard characteristic.
If madness didn't require a little accumulation, Xia Ai'er would have been afraid of reflexively kicking the bronze long table.
Who could tell him, if the sacrifice wasn't successful, why was the Sealed Artifact directly pulverized?