Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

A certain problem arose at the Curly Baboon Research Society.

Klein had already learned about this from Backlund's fellow countryman Beckett.

But the matter last time seemed to have been resolved, and now, not long after, something big happened again.

"Sure enough, there is absolutely no need to doubt the ability of time travelers to do things." Klein felt speechless and a little anxious. He didn't want to see anything happen to the curly-haired baboons research.

Klein poured his spirituality into the crystal ball, and the "Tower of Babel" seemed to have turned into reality, and everything that happened in it was reflected in Klein's mind.

"It should be the last party!" Klein saw the familiar "Shadow", "Hidden Blade", "Hela" and others.

Klein was either busy in the Southern Continent or preparing for the Demigod Ceremony some time ago and missed many gatherings.

However, there are more and more people in the research association now, and many new people who were once on the sidelines have also joined, and the number has already exceeded one hundred.

Once the number of people increases, various things will become complicated. That is to say, if the president is strong, otherwise the Curly Baboon Research Association will hardly be stable.

But it doesn’t seem to be safe now…

"President..." Klein's mouth twitched as if he felt something.

Assuming Russell hadn't died, where would he be?

This topic once caused heated discussions in the Curly Baboon Research Association.

After all, in the diaries that the research association has mastered, there is no doubt that Russell has reached the rank of angel.

So where would such a time traveler angel be?

Combined with Russell's resignation from the position of First Speaker during his term, many curly baboons believed that this senior had found his way home and left this world.

Even Klein at the time was willing to believe this statement.

"Now it seems……"

This "Kaos" president is ridiculous!

Originally, people in the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association generally believed that the president was a lucky person who directly traveled to the second generation of a noble or extraordinary person, so he was able to find the "Tower of Babel" in the fantasy world and form the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association. .

Now it seems that this president... is really boring and bad!

Klein's urgent mood that something big would happen because of the curly-haired baboon research was shaken by this secret.

Of course, now that the identity of this person is known, the Curly Baboon Research Association may encounter problems, but it probably won't be too serious.

"What?! Starry sky?!" Klein's heart suddenly lifted after he had just let go.

The information in "Tower of Babel" continued to flow into Klein's mind, helping him sort out the beginning of the incident.

At first, a desperate curly-haired baboon held the view of cosmic travel. After going through a series of experiments with others, he decided that the world he was in now and his hometown belonged to the same universe.

"This..." It seems that there is nothing wrong. Klein has also heard this point of view at the research meeting. After all, there are many real bigwigs among the time travellers, who have conducted in-depth research on the reasons for time travel.

Among the many speculations about the reasons for time travel, space travel is also relatively reliable.

Even when he saw the "cocoon" on the gray fog, Klein had not thought about concepts such as "life support cabin" and "spaceship".

"So, someone went to heaven." A slightly helpless voice sounded in his ears.

"Going to heaven?" Klein was stunned.

"Several members got together to create a big wave. With a few sealed artifacts and their own abilities, they sent one of them to the universe."

"They measured the farthest teleportation distance of the 'Traveler', built a mystical version of the survival capsule, and prepared to physically travel across the universe..."

Klein's mouth opened slightly, and he was really speechless.

He felt that he still underestimated his fellow countrymen.

"That's right..." Klein blinked and asked involuntarily, "Then they...succeeded?"

"It's half successful. They did enter space, but the life-saving capsule couldn't withstand it."

At this moment, Klein's heart was throbbing.

"But this route is wrong." The voice seemed to make a judgment.

"The universe is too big and too dangerous, even I dare not enter it."

Klein instantly calmed down. After all, he had guessed who the owner of the voice was.

"Then President Khaos, what should we do with these people?" Klein asked.

"You are the first to be promoted to demigod, so naturally you have to handle it. Others are not so safe." "Kaos" directly entrusted this task to Klein.

Klein did not refute, but silently nodded in agreement. Once this matter was handed over to others, the existence of the Curly Baboon Research Society would be easily revealed.

But this is not something that anyone below the level of a demigod can handle.

"Vice President 'Hela' will assist you." The president said these last words and disappeared.

At the same time, some kind of induction also fell into Klein's mind, which seemed to be a way to summon a messenger.

"Ms. Hela..." Klein was also deeply impressed by the vice president. He should be a very powerful time traveler.

It's just that Gray Mist is connected with him, and his destiny is different from other fellow villagers...

Klein retracted his hand and thought for a while before walking down the altar.

"Sorry, I can't say anything." He looked at the "eldest niece" in front of him and apologized sincerely.

If you have any questions, just ask your dad. Your Uncle Zhou really can’t answer it...

"Huh," Bernadette folded her hands, wearing some of the attire and habits that Klein was very familiar with, "I never expected you to give me an answer."

"Then...I'll take my leave first." Klein felt that he had better leave this dream church as soon as possible, otherwise, he wouldn't know which angel he would bump into.

"Go ahead."

Klein bowed slightly and left the Dream Temple at normal speed. He didn't even need to use the causal thread to know that someone was definitely watching him behind him.

After leaving the Dream Temple, Klein took Marionette directly back to the hotel and simply wrote a letter of greetings.

"...Ms. Hela, I am a 'detective'. The president found me. I am also happy to make a certain contribution to the sustainable development of the research association..."

The letter was very short, but certain information could only be understood by people like them and could confirm the identity.

Klein asked the Marionette to prepare the ceremony and recite the summoning spell for Ms. "Hela"'s messenger.

"I summon in my name...the messenger who belongs exclusively to Hela..."

The candlelight turned dark green, and a darkness appeared above it. The darkness communicated with the spirit world, and a skull head similar to a human skull stretched out.

"It's a bit like Mr. Azik's messenger, or are the Beyonders of the 'Corpse Collector' path all painted in this style?"