The devotees of the night—those who believed in the night as a force of evil—... upon hearing Snowman's words, the three present felt a little awkward. Kline, Audrey, and Leonard—each of them had a connection to the goddess of night. One was a standard devotee of the night; another, not only a devotee but also a near-elite leader within the order, serving as captain of a special squad; and the third, even more remarkable, was a direct vessel of the divine night deity. "Um... so it appears the Night Cult has existed earlier than historically recorded, dating back even before the Great Cataclysm, though at the time it operated in a more concealed, organizational form," Kline cleared his throat, offering a simple analysis to break the sudden silence. Audrey nodded, pressing gently on Snowman's dream, guiding him to reveal the unconscious information related to the King of Angels that lay beneath. Unfortunately, Snowman was merely a hard-working monk of Sequence 5, which in the Fifth Age counted as nearly senior—giving him access to many prominent figures and historical secrets. Yet before the Great Cataclysm, he lacked such standing, never having set foot in the terrestrial realm of the Divine Kingdom, and thus knew little about the Angelic King or the ancient Sun God, his knowledge limited to what was recorded in religious texts. However, Caine keenly noticed one point Snowman had mentioned: traces of the giant-descended peoples had recently been spotted in the Northern Spine Mountains. This mountain range, now known as Antals, lies within the territory of Fsaq, making it easy for Caine to connect this information with the Fsaq people's self-identification as descendants of giants, and their belief that the War God himself was of giant origin. With the Angelic King no longer a central theme, Audrey then guided Snowman’s dreams to reveal the events and experiences that mattered most to him, most deeply affecting him. As a result, the magnificent church where they stood began to tremble, silently undergoing transformation. In just a few seconds, the scale of the church shrank, and outside lay a freshly restored square. Snowman knelt before the cross and the statues, his body drenched in pure sunlight. A faint, blurred figure in a simple priest's robe appeared on his side, speaking with a grand and solemn voice: "You have chosen the path of asceticism, willingly forsaking love, distancing yourself from comfort, relinquishing power, refining your body and strengthening your spirit, step by step, moving toward heaven and drawing nearer to Our Lord." Snowman then bowed reverently and added: "I have chosen the path of asceticism, willingly forsaking love, distancing myself from comfort, relinquishing power, refining my body and strengthening my spirit, serving Our Lord, from this day forward, never to change." "From this day forward, never to change!" Snowman's voice grew more resolute, and by the end, he repeated his vow with a solemn expression. "That was the thing that left the deepest impression on him and had the greatest impact on him," Audrey said, turning her head to "the World" and "the Stars." Reflecting on Snowman's consistent performance, and recalling how, even while immersed in this world of the book, he never abandoned his faith or ceased his austerities, Klein gently nodded, murmuring, "He is a true ascetic." Audrey shifted her gaze, guided Snowman to express or reveal what was most significant to him, then returned to the side of the two gentlemen—'World' and 'Stars'—speaking softly, "There should be nothing left." Klein glanced at Snowman and said, "Go to the next place." Linen hair, deep brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, Moberet wore a slightly plush sleepshirt and lay half on the higher, half on the lower side of the bed, gazing at the ceiling and murmuring: "This winter has been considerably colder than usual—snow is already falling... It's nearly noon, yet I still don't feel like getting up. Chastel, a fairy, why do you still stay in bed? Why do you keep your hands and feet pressed against me? I truly miss the days when I was single—when I could roll freely on the bed, claim every corner as my own. Not like now, oh, not like now..." After pulling the blanket up from where it had been pressed, Moberg sighed, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep. And then he actually did fall asleep. In his dream, he sat at the counter of a tavern, sipping strong liquor at times and downing pints of beer, staying put, refusing to go home, simply waiting for Chastel to come begging for him. "This is the nobleman from the Fourth Age?" the tavern's entrance, "Stella" Leonard, glanced at Caine. Caine gave a definitive answer: "Yes." "Wait," the tone and demeanor of the "Star" gentleman indicated he was more nervous than before—he clearly cared deeply about the noble from the Fourth Era. Based on the information previously shared by the "World" gentleman, the "Star" gentleman had known someone who might have seen the second "Profaned Tablet," a very ancient divine artifact. Although it wasn't impossible that this person had only seen it in the Fifth Era, it was more likely that someone from the Fourth Era had had the opportunity to encounter it. Therefore, there was a connection between this noble from the Fourth Era and the person the "Star" gentleman knew. Through careful observation and interpretation, "Justice" Odile had initially grasped these key points. With this understanding, she quickly concluded that the "Star" gentleman would proactively propose that he lead the dream journey. Indeed, the Fourth Era's preference for asymmetrical beauty was evident in his attire—and it truly made me feel uncomfortable. After a light jab, Leonard turned to the "Justice" lady and the "World" Klein Moretti and said, "I'll take it from here." "Good," Audrey replied with a warm smile, her tone bright and cheerful. This was exactly what Klein had hoped for, and naturally did not intervene. "Alright," Leonard then smoothed his shirt collar, walked a few steps to the bar, and sat down beside Moretti, ordering a locally brewed Sangan beer. After taking a long gulp, he suddenly remarked, "You seem like someone from the Zoroastrian family." "Everyone here knows it, no—everyone knows it," Moretti sipped her drink, still gazing ahead. Leonard nodded and smiled, "Allow me to introduce myself—I'm a student of Palis Zoroastrian." He intended to use this identity to build rapport, ease any initial resistance, and pave the way for future guidance. Indeed, the noble from the fourth century that Mr. Star knew belonged to the Zoroastrian family—somewhere in the middle of the hierarchy. It turned out that Mr. Star's true identity was that of a student of a prominent figure—though, honestly, his words didn't convey much confidence. A student of his own making, perhaps? Audrey confirmed her own suspicions, her smile growing more evident. Of course, he didn't think it odd that Leonard had pretended to be a student of Parvesh Zarathustra—hadn't he himself say the same thing? It would be awkward to simply state, "I'm the parasite," and at the same time maintain such a distant friendship, which would hinder deeper inquiries. The real issue was that no one had expected Mobert to directly uncover the truth. Moberet lifted her glass, took a long, thoughtful sip, and replied with a touch of bewilderment: "If they've already become hosts, then we must steal something, surely..." "...Ah," Leonard regained his composure, startled, "you also call Him 'Old Man'? "Of course—we all call Him that. He hasn't objected at all." Moberet suddenly sighed. "He's my great-great-grandfather. It's been a long time since I last saw Him—over a thousand years, perhaps even two thousand..." It seems that by allowing us to call Him 'Old Man,' He is able to recall certain cherished memories from the past... How many of His direct descendants still remain alive? Leonard found himself reflecting on this. As for "Justice" Audrey, she found the phrase "we must steal something" quite amusing, yet was struck by the word "Him" itself. It signifies that the venerable Mr. Palis Soloyasda is an angel! Indeed—Audrey had anticipated this all along. At this moment, Mo Bert also picked up a key word: "Also? Why do you say 'also'? Does he call Him 'Old Man' too?" Leonard nodded seriously. Mo Bert was momentarily puzzled, then carefully studied Leonard again. "Do you have any bloodline from our Zoroastrian family?" "I'm not sure..." Leonard answered honestly. Mo Bert shook her head. "Not at all. Not at all. Perhaps the Old Man has suffered a major blow and has changed in some way." "I know that," Leonard said, carefully. "He was nearly killed by the 'profane one,' Amun, and still hasn't fully recovered." ——The Groserel Travels is currently suspended above the gray mist. Within it, mentioning any deity's true name makes no difference, since they remain undetectable. Therefore, Klein, Leonard, and Odile can freely speak of Amun-Adam's story. "Indeed, the powerful and formidable ancestor of the Amun family truly existed..." Mo Bert's voice unconsciously softened. Leonard finally regained the initiative and began asking questions: "The great noble families of the Solomon Empire seem so cold and evil—why isn't the Zoroastrian family like that?" PS: Recommend this book, *Investing in Immortality*, the story of a game project manager who crosses over into a cultivation and magic world!