CHAPTER 830: CHAPTER 3: THE LOGIC OF DEATH

"Hmm, anyway, there’s nothing..."

The Death Lord pursed his lips, seeming a bit uninterested compared to when the topic of death was discussed earlier,

"I can’t reveal the location of the headquarters of the society. The Cardinal of Destiny told me that you would find out in due time. The situation inside is quite simple; there are very few real members in the headquarters. They usually work and research independently outside, occasionally holding remote meetings. Besides them, there are some scholars who have secretly joined us from society. They don’t have the Completion Manual, and apart from the Cardinal of Destiny, they only communicate and cooperate with their corresponding seat."

"The seats will leave some results in the headquarters. Every time a seat outside perishes and the Completion Manual passes to an unknown place, the Cardinal of Destiny is responsible for reclaiming it. If the manual has already been bound, she will also invite those people to join the society. But ever since you started killing for treasures and the Life Minister betrayed the society by exposing its research to the eyes of the living creatures, there have been very few exchanges in the society, only the Cardinal of Destiny and the Cardinal."

Hearing the Death Lord’s complaint about "killing for treasures," Fisher felt a bit speechless, unsure of what kind of image he had in his eyes,

"The Cardinal? He’s still alive?"

"More or less, or maybe he never really lived? He’s always been inside the Cardinal. He used to be able to communicate fluently with me, but ever since the Life Minister did something to him, he no longer recognizes me, only recognizes the Cardinal of Destiny. He turned silly and even proactively helps sweep the floor for me... The Cardinal of Destiny said he needs to ’learn’ again to recover. He doesn’t look like a real person, doesn’t have the Completion Manual either..."

"Then, what about the Magic Minister?"

The Death Lord paused slightly after hearing Fisher’s words, tapping his temple and then shaking his head, he said to Fisher,

"I’ve heard this name from the Cardinal of Destiny. She said that the Magic Minister was the founder of the Creation Society and the former president, but she disappeared a long time ago with the Magic Completion Manual and no one knows where she went... Oh right, you reminded me, the Cardinal of Destiny also asked me to bring you some clues about the former president, saying you might need it in the future."

"She said the Magic Minister’s real name is ’Tangze Asuka,’ a woman with black hair and black eyes, whose appearance is different from the Kado people, with softer features, very beautiful..."

The Death Lord pronounced "Tangze Asuka" in a way that Fisher was extremely familiar with. This string of words had been mentioned to him when he was trapped in a desperate situation in the Wutong Tree. After he recited this name, the ring number of the Dream Magic he cast started to rise at a terrifying speed until it enveloped everyone, including the base.

Turns out this is the true name of the transferee who created the Creation Society. If he remembered correctly, the female voice that reminded him of this name was the one talking to Emhardt, namely Paimon. Could she also be related to the Magic Minister?

Wait a minute, Paimon again?

How did she get involved with the Magic Minister of the Creation Society?

The physically weak Fisher had a severe headache as he couldn’t fathom the role Paimon played in these various matters. He had to temporarily keep her in mind for later use.

"Alright, I’ve already disclosed everything I know to you. As for the things ahead, I, a damned person, cannot offer any help. If you have divine skills, forgive me for that, just don’t forget to find a way to let me die if you find one. Here is my phone number... Hey, aren’t you a Mage? Could you perhaps carve a messenger or something?"

Fisher glanced at his current frail appearance; if he had to carve magic again, he might just perish on the spot. Seeing this, the Death Lord disappointingly pursed his lips, stood up in a wobbly manner, reeking of alcohol, waved to Fisher,

"Never mind then... *hiccup*. Keep the phone safe; we’ll see each other again in the future, just hope by then we’ll both be less unfortunate, you want to live but can’t, I want to die but can’t... Haha, goodbye, Mr. Fisher."

The Death Lord hunchbacked, supported by the nearby tables and chairs, moved slowly towards the outside until he pushed open the big door and disappeared into the vast snowstorm.

Inside the church, Fisher was being pushed to the edge by Death step by step. The cold wind through the open door made him cough again; he covered his mouth, and Emhardt immediately floated out, clearly having heard everything the Death Lord said earlier,

"Oh my, such extraordinary things I’ve never known before, He Ya... wait, what is this Creation Society you mentioned earlier, why do you know so much? Plus, you also have hope to live; that’s wonderful!"

"Mr. Fisher, has he left?"

"... For now."

Ilois, who was hiding on the second floor, heard the sound of the door opening below and carefully walked down, also speaking. But Fisher didn’t say much, only kept his head down pondering, seemingly troubled by a shadow-like insoluble problem lurking behind him.

The giant clock on the second floor of the Healing Corruption Church reached its time to chime again, echoing a dull bass in the freezing ice and snow,

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"