Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Leonard walked slowly down the street.

The tall steel buildings on the roadside suppressed the street to a point where only a little was left. He looked up at the silver moon in the sky. The bright moonlight struggled to send the gentleness of the night through the layers of neon lights. In this era, neon lights are more lively than people.

He was still thinking about the conversation he had just had with Klein, and some things still made him shudder.

"Leonard, you believe me, right?"

Yes, of course I believe you.

At that time, Klein looked at Leonard with blazing eyes, but his face was already heaving restlessly, like insects ready to leap out of his human shell at any moment. Before he discovered these subtle misalignments, he was still a little flustered and terrified, but in the end, Klein was completely wrapped up in this calm shell, leaving only his determined eyes staring at Leonard motionlessly.

"I have a sister and a brother. This is the real history. It's just that they were erased from this world and became an existence similar to my illusion."

"I just saw my sister, but she disappeared after a while. I don't know when I can meet her again."

Leonard scratched his hair in annoyance. He was really confused by Klein's absurd remarks just now, and even suspected that Klein's mental state was worrying.

But Leonard was not surprised by this, because in his long memory, in the more than a thousand years since entering the Sixth Epoch, Klein's mental state has not been very good, half crazy and half insane. Leonard has tried for a long time but has not seen much improvement, but the good news is that Klein's condition has not worsened much.

In this wonderful stability, Leonard felt that he and Klein had reached a more wonderful understanding.

But this time was different, Leonard thought. Klein's unusual remarks made him feel uneasy and worried.

Three hundred years ago, Klein, who was already the Lord of Mysteries, led the Tarot Club and the major churches on Earth to fight against the Outer Gods, rebuilt a barrier outside the moon, and maintained the Earth-Moon System Safety Zone. The price of the tragic victory in the war was Klein's "death" and three hundred years of slumber, and the Tarot Club was dying. During this period without the Lord of Mysteries, in order to fight against the Outer Gods who had a large number of residual forces on Earth and could make a comeback at any time, Klein chose to erase all traces of himself and the Tarot Club in this world, and sealed the memories and extraordinary abilities of all the Tarot Club members, so that they would wake up again as ordinary people three hundred years later and wait for the right time to be awakened by Klein.

He lied about history, the present, and the future. Even now, Klein himself didn't know where the others were or what their situation was.

But it must be said that this is indeed the best way to hide. If something never happens, it will not be known, and if you don’t know a certain information, your behavior will not be affected, thus leading to disaster.

This was a huge lie that Klein had told himself to cover up the truth.

It was like a life-and-death hide-and-seek game. If he and Klein found the remaining people first, then they would have the joy of reuniting with old friends. But if the Outer Gods found them first... without extraordinary abilities, the consequences would be disastrous.

Just now, there was a huge discrepancy between Klein's memory and his own memory, and Leonard was also worried about this. However, due to the tacit understanding of more than a thousand years, Leonard chose to believe Klein before this paradox was clarified.

Perhaps, this memory paradox is also an important part of Klein's plan?

...I'm a little uncomfortable not being able to travel in secret. Leonard walked along the path, deciding to put all these things he couldn't figure out behind him for the time being, and took out his tablet terminal to kill time while walking.

After leaving the relatively stable apartment area in the city, the houses in the old city became hideous. The wildly growing steel monsters twisted their bodies with bared fangs and claws, greedily devouring the city space, twisted pipes and domineering neon lights occupied the last ray of sky, and the winding and complex stairs and elevators were precariously attached to the stacks of airtight iron and brick cages.

Several drunks staggered down the stairs, howling, and stood up with bottles of wine, cursing and walking away. Leonard frowned, opened the wanted list on the tablet terminal, and checked the dangerous elements one by one. Nelson Korodeko, David Axus, Eddie Strange... After recalling these wanted criminals one by one, Leonard found that the drunks were just ordinary hooligans, and had nothing to do with these dangerous names.

He couldn't help but sigh. Backlund could never be considered peaceful.

As the most glorious ideal city in Loen and even the whole world, Backlund has a proud level of technology and a profound historical culture. Wealth, wisdom, happiness, status, in the dreams of countless people, come to Backlund and you can get everything.

But in fact, the police always have a deeper understanding of this ideal city than ordinary people. Whether it is the cutting-edge technology that everyone is paying attention to, or the old and reliable steam pump, in the end it only creates more cages in this huge city machine and drains people's future, relying on only some illusory dreams. In the end, under the dazzling wealth of this city, countless crimes are also growing wantonly in the shadow of this city.

Leonard had to admit that the intense work during this period made him a little neurotic.

After passing through the crowded and chaotic building, Leonard finally returned to 7 Pinster Street.

This small Fifth Epoch building was squeezed pitifully but stubbornly between the huge steel buildings. To its left, right, and even above and behind it, there were crooked buildings entangled with iron pipes and rubber wires.

Leonard thought back to how he had spent a lot of effort over the past thousand years to keep this house intact until the day before he fell asleep - or rather, it was demolished and rebuilt, and then destroyed again. But no matter how the surrounding area prices rose and developed, he, the nail household, was still firmly nailed here - as a family with two angels in charge, it was acceptable for him to be a little arrogant.

However, after he slept for three hundred years and woke up to start a new life, Leonard did not expect that he would grow up in this house, and he did not expect that the old man would forget about him and finally return to this house.

Maybe this is fate, Leonard thought. But how did the old man keep this house for more than three hundred years?

Thinking of this, Leonard froze in his tracks as he stretched out his hand to open the door. He was horrified to discover a very fatal problem.

How on earth was he going to explain to the old man that his adopted grandson had turned into an angel over a thousand years old after returning from a night shift?