Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 440 Half Trust

Unfortunately, beneath the ruins of the Heart Wall, a continuous short wall still stood, making it difficult for Klein to completely overcome the hurdle in his heart.

"Heh, this is clearly forcing me to believe everything Melissa said..."

Klein smiled foolishly and muttered to himself.

Perhaps he was still a little unwilling. This pure following was destroying his self-thinking and making him instinctively resist following the path guided by others.

There must be a starting point of balance between following and self-realization. Klein wanted to reach out and find that kind of spiritual peace. But the emotions that had been restrained for so long finally burst the dam, endlessly drowning Klein as he climbed the waterfall, leaving only those crazy and chaotic bubbles.

"I didn't expect that... they were all waiting for me here..."

"..."

Leonard and Audrey didn't dare to disturb Klein's thoughts at this time and could only wait patiently.

A slight tingling sensation came from his temple as the communication terminal connected the call. The number and notes appeared in the corner of Leonard's vision. A crazy roar instantly bombarded his mind through auditory interference.

"Grandson! Help!"

The West Highland Terrier, Old Pa, was yelling in the terminal, making Leonard's head hurt a little.

“I was originally going to look for Susie, but who would have thought that I would get into trouble with cultists!

"Right now, Susie and I are running for our lives! We're being hunted by the cultists from all over Backlund!

The communication channel was filled with the sounds of ping-pong and rustling, a mixture of wind and breathing, which sounded like a broken fan.

Seeing that Leonard did not respond, Old Pa became even more anxious and shouted in panic.

"Main body! Main body, please grab some!

"We are the same person, how can you be so cruel to yourself!"

"Shit!"

Pales couldn't help but curse in Leonard's mind, relying on the superiority of his original body to point fingers at his clone, the old dog.

"This dog is dead, can't you just find another dog to parasitize it?

"Remember to remove the communication terminal under the dog's ear before changing it. It's very expensive."

"So my value to you is not as high as a communication terminal?"

Lao Pa said with great sorrow.

"The original has abused me a thousand times, and I still treat the original like..."

"Okay, that's enough."

Leonard's tolerance for bad talk reached its limit, and he interrupted Pales's two-person crosstalk.

"Can you confirm which group is chasing you?"

"Yes! Of course I can!"

Lao Pa became confident again.

"These people are from the Motian Cult. The relevant information and my current actions have been reported to the main body in real time. Our [Puzzle Solver] can't be wrong."

"...Then things are going to get difficult..."

"That's not the case. There is still good news."

Lao Pa changed the subject.

"I'm doing it with Susie, we're just killing each other.

"Although I don't know what conspiracy they have now, at least Susie and I can hold them off for a long time."

"...Then take care of yourself."

Leonard hung up the terminal and looked at Klein, who was dancing further and further away.

There was no doubt that the enemy they were going to face this time had already appeared on the stage. While they were preparing to lay traps, the Ferris God Cult was also weaving their big net.

And the most crucial figure in our Tarot Club is... uh... battling his invisible self.

The time is approaching midnight, and the great Winter Festival is about to officially arrive, but our strategy has not yet been finalized.

Leonard glanced at her, and Audrey understood and stepped forward. As a professional psychologist, she whispered a reminder in Leonard's ear.

Klein's current expression of both crying and laughing might be due to his self-deceiving lies being suddenly exposed. There's no need to worry too much. Wait until he finishes venting his anger before offering further comfort.

“…Heh, heh…”

Klein laughed dryly and rubbed his face. He then took a deep breath and tried to compose himself, suppressing the confusion and madness in his mind.

"Thank you, Miss Audrey. I know where my problem lies. This is the key to breaking the deadlock."

He moved his limbs abruptly.

"This is difficult. I still haven't been able to fully believe the whole story Melissa told me. I have to accept part of it, but I still need time to solve the remaining piece of the puzzle."

"But, according to Mr. Leonard's intelligence, we don't have much time, Mr. Merlin," Audrey reminded gently.

"Yes, we don't have much time left. To be able to believe such a ridiculous story in such a short time is no different from a miracle."

Klein suddenly became excited, raising the glittering gold coin in his hand, his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, his expression high. He shook his arms and shouted loudly.

"But! I have made a wish for a miracle! Now the miracle is in my hands!

"A miracle will happen tonight!"

The magician turned around and walked down the street, dancing and laughing and shouting hysterically.

"Yes! Miracle! Miracle!"

He roared and declared to himself at the top of his lungs, trying in this way to forcibly engrave these destinies into his mind like a mental stamp, to fight against the remaining timidity and fear in the other half's subconscious.

Since you cannot convince yourself of your resistance and doubt, then write your beliefs in your heart, print them in your heart, and engrave them in your heart with the most forceful means.

Until the mechanical puppets move on their own, the music box stage rotates on its own, and the gears and levers operate at overload, it doesn't matter if you don't have enough faith. You can still try your best to squeeze out all the strength you can.

Resist! Confront! Fight!

As he waved his hands, colorful cards slid from his silk black gloves like a waterfall, blending into the snow on the ground without a trace.

"The miracle I always dreamed of!"

Passing tourists glanced sideways, their gazes drawn in by the passionate, abrupt words. Some began to anticipate another unexpected street performance, pausing in anticipation, while others expressed doubt about the magician's mental state and cast a cautious eye.

Gazes intertwined in the center of the stage, all kinds of emotions converged at the actor's feet, and the expectations and doubts of others soaked through the skin. The magician, who did not believe in himself enough, was aroused by more self-doubt.

There was no way back after the stage. Klein could only continue shouting. Even if he couldn't stop doubting himself, he had to complete this absurd drama.

Now, Klein, shout your lines!

"Miracle!

"It's going to happen! It's in my hands!

"I represent the past, I represent the present, I represent the future!

"I rule over matter, I rule over the stars, I rule over all the supreme truths in this world!

"I am Hermes the Thrice-Great!"

Put three fingers together and point upwards to the sky, pointing directly at the bright moon.

"I am tonight's—

"Miracle!!"

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