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Chapter 337 Aiwass's Excitement

The Stranger guessed right, yet also didn't guess right.

Because the one at the door wasn't just one of the two people—it was both of them.

After all, the losers didn't need to choose keywords or accept the soul enhancement from the Path traits. They were ejected immediately after viewing the settlement screen, while the winners were kept in the hall by the Pillar God for a while longer.

The old count, his hair white with age, came rushing in on his cane.

He seemed to have developed some physical symptoms due to the failure of the promotion ritual, as just yesterday, he was striding along vigorously... but after the promotion ritual, he had to rely on a cane.

Undoubtedly, these were symptoms of severe soul damage.

But even with the cane, he moved as if he were racing a car—almost as if he would miss a train if he were any later, rushing quickly into the room.

First, he angrily tore off the red lampshade that covered the light, then, enduring the pain, he used his immobile leg to forcefully kick the offerings aside. It appeared that this pain actually gave him some comfort.

Although he didn't lash out at the Stranger, one could visibly feel his anger.

"Earl Karl..."

The Stranger sheepishly approached, greeting him in a low voice.

"Call me General, Lieutenant Lorey!"

The old man shouted back, his voice resolute and powerful.

And with his voice, another sound, crackling like a campfire, rose alongside his.

His golden pupils blazed brilliantly, as if flames were burning in them at all times. Indeed, that was the case—with just a thought, a newborn Flame Demon could rise from his decrepit, aged body.

Usually, he would do his best to suppress this impulse, maintaining his social identity in the name of humanity. But with the current damage to his soul, just speaking raised the room's temperature abnormally high.

"That's enough, old friend."

The middle-aged man who walked in with a black cane spoke calmly, "Don't take it out on Albert— he hasn't done anything wrong."

He looked to be in his early thirties, with a pair of crimson pupils. His golden hair was neatly combed back, styled into a pompadour. And even so, his hair looked quite thick.

"...Thank you, Your Highness."

Albert scratched his head, responding politely.

His naturally curly hair was a bit messy from just waking up. He was currently wearing black, round-framed glasses, looking like a young academic who hadn't graduated from college yet, introverted and shy.

Codenamed "Stranger," the genius necromancer Albert Lorey had reached the Fourth Power Level even though he was just over twenty years old. But unlike mainstream necromancers who also took on a level of the Path of Devotion and advanced to become Corpse Ghoul Shepherds, capable of easily summoning numerous skeletons, he chose to take on two levels of the Path of Balance, advancing to a brand-new Extraordinary Profession— the Calamity Stitcher.

The Path of Dusk has a special characteristic different from other Paths.

If they don't supplement their desire to advance by taking on another Path, the increasingly powerful "Still" force of the Path of Dusk will cause them to stop advancing. Most Transcendents of the Path of Dusk stop at the Fifth Power Level, and reaching the Fourth Power Level generally requires taking on another Path to gain basic momentum beyond Dusk.

One needs to become a second-level Alchemist to advance to a Calamity Stitcher.

Albert was somewhat stunned.

He opened his mouth, fell silent for a while, but still somewhat stubbornly said, "He still shouldn't have taken His Majesty to such a dangerous place to have fun ..."

"It was Teacher Pengbonazi who transformed me into the 'Son of the Moon.' From this perspective, he could also be considered my father."

Count Leipzig interrupted Albert's words again, softly reminding him.

"...I'm sorry, I got carried away."

Albert apologized without hesitation.

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"It's alright, gaining inspiration is a good thing."

Count Leipzig smiled soothingly, "Even if your promotion wasn't successful, it's still not a loss. You are now the deputy director of the third research institute, even if your Path of Dusk doesn't advance to the Fifth Power Level. His Majesty will certainly not forget your accomplishments—cold Path ranks are ultimately inferior to actual achievements as proof of strength."

"Your hard work for the kingdom is remembered by the kingdom. Antimony Kingdom respects Alchemists because they have brought change and progress to Antimony Kingdom, not because they possess extraordinary powers."

Although his own soul was also damaged, Count Leipzig showed not a trace of worry.

On the contrary, he spoke with great enthusiasm, "Moreover, I have recruited Miss Alai. If this recruitment is successful ... you might even meet her again in the future."

On the other side.

Lily and Aiwass, who had returned to his original form, switched their clothes back, while Hayna had not yet awakened.

So Lily began to tell Aiwass about the recruitment she experienced, as well as the secret code left by "Count Leipzig."

She was somewhat worried, "I feel this is a bit dangerous, young master. Shall we not go?"

"No, of course we're going."

Aiwass laughed, "It's rare to have a way to disguise as 'Miss Aleister' ... of course we must go."

"When will you go then? You're a minister now, leaving the country would attract attention."

"It will be during the time I follow my mentor on an archaeological expedition."

Aiwass said confidently, "During my studies in Holy Nation, accompanying my mentor on a trip makes perfect sense, doesn't it? I'm not leaving Avalon, just going from Holy Nation to Antimony Kingdom—their reach might be long, but they wouldn't dare plant a spy in Holy Nation. Who could find out I left Holy Nation?"

But Sherlock suddenly asked, "Do you know that Count Leipzig?"

He keenly sensed the excitement hidden deep within Aiwass upon hearing the news.

Aiwass stopped and gave him a smile.

"Of course."

Aiwass slowly answered, "On him lies ... the key to the next era."