No one noticed that the black-robed magician's expression gradually became a little strange.
Klein's mind raced: Is the owner of this place deliberately hiding something from me? Why?
No, if he was truly hiding this for me, then he... could very well be "Him." Why would he force everyone related to me to watch this "movie"? Isn't that a contradiction?
Just for fun? Impossible, even Amon wouldn't do such a thing....
Alger also fell into deep thought. Was this Klein also a follower of Mr. Fool? A follower? But why would Mr. Fool stare at an ordinary person? Was there something peculiar about this person?
Everyone present had their own speculations and thoughts. Anderson turned to glance at the two ordinary people present and broke the silence, "It's obvious that your brother believes in a hidden existence. Perhaps he believed in it before his death, or perhaps after his resurrection."
"Of course, it doesn't matter. In the extraordinary world, establishing a connection with a hidden being could have consequences that could be even more cruel than death. This wouldn't just affect him, but those around him as well.
After he finished speaking, he felt as if he was being stared at by most people present. Many of the stares were fleeting, and the sharpest one came from the tallest man in the group, a young man who was two meters tall and had broad shoulders.
Anderson didn't show any fear on his face, and quickly added: "Of course, it's also possible that he really got lucky and met a kind hidden. being." It's just that the probability is not very high.
Only after sensing that those gazes had left did he let out a quiet and solemn breath.
Could it be that he has fallen into a den of cultists?
Melissa bit her lower lip and said nothing.
Benson curled his lips. "Perhaps we should wait and see. To draw conclusions before understanding the full picture is something even a curly-haired baboon wouldn't bother with."
The man in the gray fog stood quietly, his gaze seemingly fixed on the crimson star at hand.
After a while, he stretched out his hand and brushed across the two stars on the right.
Water ripples surged out of his body, and deep red exploded like fireworks, bright and generous.
At the point of origin of the two exploding stars, a bronze mirror in the hands of a girl with blond hair and blue eyes and delicate features shattered with a sound; a strangely shaped glass bottle in the hands of a tall and burly man with dark blue almost black hair shattered into snowflakes.
At the same time, a ball of "deep red" burst out from the broken objects and engulfed them.
In an instant, above the gray-white mist, a figure very similar to them appeared. Like the man at the beginning, he was also shrouded in fog, obscuring most of the details and only his features could be seen.
They first looked around in fear and confusion, and when they saw the calm figure who had been staring at them for who knows how long. they were startled, paused, and said in unison:
"Sir, where is this?"
"What do you want to do?"
There was a brief silence above the gray fog for a few seconds. The man being questioned chuckled softly, his tone calm and his voice low but not deep:
"An attempt."
Even though the two protagonists in the picture only flashed by, they attracted attention because their features were too obvious.
Everyone in the Tarot Club had more or less crossed paths with "Justice" or one of the "Hanged Man," and they weren't too surprised by their true appearances-everyone knew that Miss "Justice" was definitely of noble birth, and that Mr. "Hanged Man" was located at sea, and it was also a tacit understanding among everyone that he was connected to the Church of Storms.
Danitz, however, couldn't help but sit up straight. Based on his understanding of the mysterious world and Mr. Fool, being marked by a great being meant there was no possibility of escape.
He didn't know the identity of the blonde lady, but he knew Alger Wilson!
Captain Edwina had previously suspected that he was the Church of Storms' backer, and Alger's subsequent "recruitment only indirectly confirmed this. He knew, not blind or deaf, that this man had become the Church of Storms' Cardinal in the Rorsted Archipelago…
This proves that the secret organization that believes in Mr. Fool is more powerful than he imagined! Its tentacles may have already spread to various organizations!
Danitz couldn't help but feel even more in awe of Mr. Fool-it wasn't that he hadn't been in awe before, but the only powerful person who had truly appeared before him was Gehrman Sparrow, and now... he was certain that Alger was at least a demigod, and that young lady wouldn't be much worse than him!
Anderson finally understood where all those stares had come from. He took a deep, silent breath, feeling like he was facing another mortal danger.
He glanced at Danitz and was about to say something, but suddenly he remembered all the strange behaviors this guy had displayed in the past…
He forced his gaze towards Edwina, and seeing that she was equally cautious, he actually felt a little relieved.
At least there's an accomplice, he thought.
Melissa glanced at Audrey cautiously, her worry evident in her eyes.
Audrey was startled for a moment, then smiled back, warmth and guilt rising in her heart at the same time.
Others don't know what a good righteous god Mr. Fool is.
But what kind of connection do "He," Mr. World, and Melissa's brother, Klein, have? Is this really just a miracle of resurrection from the dead, as Mr. Star said?
...Mr. World has a gentle heart and still retains his sanity...completely different from those who have been polluted and eroded.
She took a deep breath, suppressed these thoughts for the moment, and waited for the answer that the film might give.
Klein Moretti sat at his desk and picked up the notebook placed on the right leg of the desk. He flipped through it casually, looking at it nonchalantly.
The date is written at the top of each page, and most of the records inside are trivial matters related to school, tutors, and knowledge.
Until he turned to the last book, he stopped halfway through and read the contents very carefully.
This notebook began on May 10th. The first twenty or so pages mostly revolved around various historical research and discussions with his two mentors, Mr. Azik and Senior Associate Professor Cohen. It wasn't until May 29th that he mentioned that his classmate had obtained a "Quaternary Notebook" and wanted Klein and Naya to help decipher it.
From this page on, you can see that he is in high spirits and quite focused.
The camera zoomed out, and the picture was gradually blurred by the gray fog.
The gray fog at this moment is no longer the empty place except for fog and stars.
The imposing. The grand, and towering building stood as if unchanged from time immemorial, its vast dome supported by towering stone pillars. Beneath the dome, a long bronze table had appeared at some point, with ten high-backed chairs placed on either side, and one at the front and back. Behind the high-backed chairs, a brilliant light shone, its deep crimson fading into a dark glow, outlining strange constellations.
The man in the suit sat at the head of the table, while Audrey and Alger sat on either side, closest to the head.
"Sir, what should we address you?"
They both asked respectfully.
The person being questioned leaned back, crossed his fingers, and said with a smile "You can call me…"
He paused here, and said in a light and calm tone: The "Fool."
Azik, who had been listening quietly for so long, finally moved his arms and changed his posture.
As in Sequence 2, he understood far more hidden knowledge than others could imagine, especially since he was the descendant of the God of Death, and the God of Death had become half-ancient. His understanding of Sequence Element was probably deeper than that of an ordinary Sequence 2.
Of course, some of these memories remain, and some are still waiting to be remembered.
The Fool... Gray Mist... Sefirah Castle?
He had once sensed a similar ancient aura from his student Klein Moretti, just before he fell asleep.
At that time, Klein was only in Sequence 6.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his deep and vicissitudes eyes were slightly blank, as if he was thinking about something difficult.
In the picture, Audrey and Alger seem to have reached a deal and asked Mr. Fool to be a witness.
"Mr. Fool, would you mind trying this a few more times?" Audrey raised her voice, her eyes sparkling as she asked.
After hearing this. Alger quickly agreed, "Mr. Fool, don't you find this kind of 'gathering' quite interesting? Although your power surpasses our imagination, there are always areas in the world that you don't understand or excel in. The lady across from me is clearly of noble birth. I also have my own unique experience, insights, channels, and resources. Perhaps at some point in the future, she and I can help you with trivial tasks that you're not comfortable doing yourself."
Someone hissed softly, obviously shocked by their audacity.
Alger's face twitched as he recalled his original mood and sighed slowly in his heart.
He originally thought that Mr. Fool was just a powerful being, a demigod or saint at most. He never expected that His identity was far more terrifying than he imagined!
However, Mr. Fool was always very friendly to the members of the Tarot Club and didn't seem to care about this unintentional disrespect. This was his luck.
If it were the Lord of Storms, lightning would probably strike the next second after he finished speaking.
Cattleya pushed up her heavy glasses, sighing silently as she recalled her attempt to spy on Mr. Fool.
Mr. Fool's tapping of the bronze table with his fingers suddenly stopped, and he said with a smile, "I am a person who prefers equal exchange."
He paused and continued leisurely. "I won't ask you to help me unconditionally."
"Every Monday at 3 p.m., try to be alone. Once I've tried a few more times and figured out a few things, maybe you can ask to leave early and not have to worry about being in an inappropriate situation."
Equivalent exchange.
Mr. Fool likes equal exchange. Oh, and he said something similar when he first pulled himself into the gray fog!
So, what price did "He set for Klein's resurrection? Leonard couldn't hold back and was about to speak when he glanced at the two angels to his right.
He remembered that the Death Consul was Mr. Fool's follower, and no one knew the true identity of this magician. He could not try to discuss the secrets of Mr. Fool in front of these two people.
He could only suppress his worries about Klein and try to get more information from this "video".
Making use of all available resources has always been his strong point.
"Then shouldn't we give ourselves a title? After all, we can't communicate using our real names."
"My title is 'Justice'!" Wrapped in the gray mist. Audrey smiled and looked at the other person: "What about you, sir?"
Alger frowned slightly, then relaxed: "The Hanged Man."
Mr. Fool just smiled and looked at the two of them calmly.
The picture gradually moved away from the three of them and shifted to one of the deep red stars dotted in the gray mist.
The stars were magnified to their maximum, distorted into reflections. Klein sat at the table, his notebook flipping to the last page.
It read:
"Everyone will die, including me."
He stared at the line of words, looking a little confused.
Anderson moved his mouth, then looked around warily and closed it tightly.
He was just about to tease that Mr. Fool had a good temper, but then he immediately remembered that this hidden being was recognized as an evil god by many organizations.
Gehrman Sparrow is a follower of The Fool.
Among those present, those confirmed to be from Mr. Fool's faction included the demigod of the Church of Storms, the blonde girl who was most likely also a demigod, and Danitz, who had a mysterious connection to Gehrman Sparrow.
...He had asked before what it meant to have visions of people being enveloped by angels...Angels…
Here, there is a person whose origin is unknown, who calls himself a wandering magician. There is a high probability that he is also an angel!
"It's right here." The police officer, whose voice was a little shrill but tried to be soft and polite, said to the three people around him in a slightly flattering manner.
"That's consistent with what the butler said, that he wasn't dressed appropriately." The gray-eyed officer nodded without surprise, then tilted his head to confirm with the burly officer with the brown beard.
"You didn't receive any reports today?"
"No." He responded in a humble and polite manner that was even a little flattering.
The young man with black hair and green eyes, who had no police officer temperament at all, raised an eyebrow and exchanged glances with the gray-eyed officer in front of him.
A rapid, forceful knock on the door pulled Klein out of his reverie. Startled slightly, he listened for a moment, and asked warily. "Who is it?"
As he asked, he opened the drawer and took out the revolver inside.
"I'm Mountbatten, Beach Mountbatten." A slightly shrill voice came from outside. After a two-second pause, it added, "Police."
A flash of realization crossed Klein's face. He looked down at the drawer, but instead of putting the pistol back, he turned around and ran to the stove, where the embers had long since died out, shouting.
"Okay. I'll be right there!"
He put the pistol in, put a few pieces of coal on top, and finally took a kettle, completely covering up the murder weapon that should not have existed in his home.
He looked very calm, without a trace of panic.
Above the gray fog. Mr. Fool suddenly sensed something and spoke in a low voice. "Alright, let's end the party here today."The Hanged Man and Justice bowed in succession: "Your will is at your service."
Mr. Fool smiled faintly and said, "Let's look forward to our next gathering."
In less than a second, the other two figures went from blurry and distorted to disappearing, and silence fell over the gray fog.
Mr. Fool sat alone, his chin in his hand, staring at something unknown.
Before he knew it, his figure gradually blurred and disappeared.
After Klein finished answering the police officer's questions and was about to see the guest off, he suddenly heard someone say. "That's great! You're very lucky."
The green-eyed officer met his bewildered look with a faint smile: "Generally speaking, in incidents like this, it's normal for all parties involved to die."
"We are so happy and lucky to see you alive."
Klein seemed frozen as he watched him close the door after leaving.
He shook himself, took two steps forward, and was about to open the door, but just before he touched the handle, he paused.
Immediately, his panic turned into thought. Two seconds later, he slowly opened the door and shouted in a trembling voice, "You will protect me, right?"
"I know! You guys will do this!"
He listened to the officers' footsteps gradually fading away. hummed softly, and closed the door casually.
The old man's voice rang out with a smile: "Hey, your former colleague is really a good candidate for the path of Seer." Leonard's mouth twitched.
Audrey watched this scene, and as a spectator, she instinctively thought that if she hadn't observed it in person, it might be difficult for her to notice anything wrong with this gentleman's actions.
He perfectly portrayed the attitude of a survivor who had just encountered an incident and escaped by luck!
Her mind flashed back to Mr. World's almost impeccable performance as Dwayne Dantes. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and looked at Melissa beside her.
Melissa forced a smile. "I didn't know Klein had this kind of talent..."
The magician's eyes passed over her head and he sighed silently.
"In his diary, they deciphered that the notebook belonged to a member of the Antigonus family."
After saying goodbye to the other two genuine police officers, the young man with black hair and green eyes glanced at the window on the second floor of the apartment. He seemed to vaguely see a figure inside who was fidgeting and standing up and pacing from time to time. A hint of doubt gradually emerged on his face.
The gray-eyed officer hummed and said thoughtfully. "By tonight, if he doesn't show any abnormal signs, I'll search for clues in his dreams."
"Of course, maybe he really is an ordinary person, just lucky enough to survive without any external help." His gray eyes were deep, and he smiled without any smile. "But based on experience, the possibility of him being contaminated is much higher."
The camera slowly moved up and focused on a window, as if observing the behavior of the bookish young man.
He would occasionally pick up the book at hand, flip through it briefly, and then throw it aside. After sitting for a while, he would get up and pace back and forth, occasionally glancing at the scenery outside the window, then quickly averting his gaze, looking distracted and anxious.
If it weren't for Klein's snort in the previous clip, who knows how many people would have been fooled by his performance.
Audrey wasn't terribly surprised. After all, she'd seen Dwayne Dantès's performance against her firsthand. A thought flashed through her mind: I used to think Mr. World's sequence abilities were a drag on the audience, but now it seems he's just too good at grasping people's minds, creating a situation where the sum of his parts is greater than the sum of his parts! It's no wonder Mr. Star was fooled…
Fors, who had been hesitant to speak, now began to think: "Although this gentleman is an ordinary person, he is much more cautious than I was at first... However, his story is perfect for a novel, of course, a horror story. I just happened to be writing about my experience while writing about... that person's commission... But this involves Mr. Fool..."
If I really tried to write his story, and it also involved Mr. Fool, then the other follower, who would most likely be that person, would definitely come to me and cash me out in an instant.
As her thoughts took shape, her expression grew somewhat serious.
In less than a second, the idea for her new book completely shattered and no longer had any shape.
"You deserve to be cheated." Leonard heard the old man in his mind teasing.
He wanted to retort, but finally held it back.
Daylight turns to dusk, dusk to night, and the crimson moon's radiance colors the earth in the night.
A carriage drove through the dark streets facing the red moon.
"I didn't expect you to come." Inside the carriage, the gray-eyed police officer changed out of his police uniform, put on a windbreaker that was slightly longer than his formal attire, and wore a black top hat. Facing the crimson and cold moonlight, he looked like a shadow active in the dark night.
Next to him was a woman with an eerie beauty, wearing a hooded robe and blue eyeshadow and blush. She looked at the man beside her with emerald green eyes and smiled, "What's wrong? You don't welcome me?"
Without waiting for a response, she explained, "The Holy Church is very interested in the Antigonus family's notes."
The gray-eyed man nodded and didn't ask any more questions. "Well, you go to the crime scene first. I'll go visit Mr. Moretti."
The lady who looked like a "psychic" nodded.
The carriage fell silent for a moment.
The lady suddenly smiled a little like a sigh. "Am I really that unattractive? I have to ask you to talk about business at this time."
The man who was teased looked a little embarrassed and uncomfortably avoided the lady's smiling green eyes.
The magician watched this scene quietly, as if something was flowing in his eyes.
Leonard didn't know what the angel on his right was thinking. He was also very quiet, as if remembering that short and misplaced dance.
As Alger listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
How could someone watched by Mr. Fool die in such obscurity? After all, this was a true god who had participated in many behind-the-scenes schemes!
He is also an existence that is suspected to be of higher status than ordinary true gods!
He had witnessed Mr. Fool's power before and knew that there was nothing he couldn't accomplish! He had even sent his followers to successfully disrupt the apotheosis of King George III, a ritual acquiesced to by the Seven Gods. He had also gained the upper hand in the battle against the Angel King and successfully allowed the City of Silver, isolated in the God-forsaken Land, to leave…
And these are just the actions Mr. Fool has placed before them! Gehrman Sparrow isn't the only one he favors. In the shadows of reality, other favored ones who have never appeared at the Tarot Club must be hiding deep within…
If this Klein Moretti wasn't dead... but faked his own death, using it to escape the Church of Evernight's gaze... "Star" was a member of the Church of Evernight. Although he joined the Tarot Club later, that didn't mean anything. After all, Mr. Fool's gaze could have been on him long before! The crimson stars in the gray fog were proof of that!
Did he think that hearing and seeing were enough? So He used this to distract those with whom He had a deep connection?
He felt that even though he participated in the Tarot Club witnessed by Mr. Fool once a week, his understanding of Him was still shrouded in fog, and he could not guess His plans at all. For a moment, his sense of awe deepened by three points.
"...Captain?"
Dunn, wearing a long black windbreaker, had just walked into a house on Zouteland Street with a sign that read "Blackthorn Security Company" when he heard the brown-haired girl behind the reception desk looking at him as if she had woken up.
Dunn raised the corner of his mouth: "Glad to see you didn't sleep so soundly tonight."
The brown-haired girl laughed dryly and muttered something about ladies' skin getting worse if they stayed up late. Then she stood on tiptoe to look behind him and asked curiously.
"Huh? Where's Ms. Daly?"
"She's going back to Enmat Harbor tonight." Dunn replied, then turned his head as if sensing something.
The black-haired, green-eyed man walked out of the recreation room and asked with a smile. "Captain, how is it?"
Dunn glanced at the girl at the reception desk, said nothing, and motioned for him to follow him to the office.
The brown-haired girl watched them leave angrily and frustrated, and pouted.
"Daly and I haven't found any clues. Mr. Moretti's memory was completely wiped. It might have been done by the mastermind behind taking the notes and he was lucky to survive."
The green-eyed man's eyes flashed, and he asked doubtfully. "Neither you nor Ms. Daly found any clues?"
"His reactions were very natural, and there wasn't a trace of contamination." Dunn lit his pipe, took a puff, and said slowly. "I plan to make him a civilian. Once he's accumulated enough merit, I'll make him a Nighthawk."
"Of course, if he agrees."
"..." The green-eyed man opened his mouth and then smiled: "Luo Shan will be so happy. Finally, someone can take over her night shift."
He said goodbye to Dunn, and as he walked out, his smile gradually disappeared, turning into solemn thought.
The night gradually fades away, the crimson moonlight dissipates. and the sunrise brings light with it.
Klein stood by the window, gazing out quietly. His focus wasn't on the scenery outside; he was clearly thinking about something else.
"You didn't sleep?" the girl who pushed the door open asked in surprise.
Klein smiled slightly: "Think about something."
In the picture, his eyes closed and opened, and the background changed from a simple home to Dunn's office.
There was a contract on the desk, and the two of them were facing each other.
Klein, dressed in a cheap suit, carefully read the terms and conditions before calmly saying, "No problem."
"Then sign it."
"Archbishop Chanis, the founder of the modern Nightwatch system, once said:"
"We are the guardians, but also a group of pitiful people who are constantly fighting against danger and madness."
Dunn held his pipe and spoke in a bleak tone.
Benson watched his brother sign the contract and listened carefully to every word of the dialogue in the video, as if he was afraid of missing any word.
After Dunn finished describing the hidden dangers of Beyonders, he asked in an unusually low voice, "You know all this?"
"...Yeah." Melissa responded softly.
Benson fell silent.
"Well, I've already found a job and won't be attending the interview today," the young man said politely.
"Someone's following me. I want to find Dunn Smith." Klein said softly in the confessional of the Church of Night.
"Go back the way you came, and do whatever you want to do." Dunn took a sip of coffee, his gray eyes calm.
Under the cover of night, a figure quietly invaded the townhouse. From the shadows of the corridor, two figures suddenly emerged. seemingly having been waiting there for a long time.
"It appeared as expected." The green-eyed man said with a smile.
Klein, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly and silently took out the pistol from under his pillow. turned over and sat up, pointing the gun at the intruder beside the desk.
He didn't shoot, but chuckled and said, "Good evening, sir."
After the uninvited guest escaped from the gun and fled out the door, a low and gentle voice chanted beautiful poetry.
Benson and Melissa, who were almost awakened, slept even deeper. Klein yawned and suddenly smiled.
"You may not believe this, but this round is actually a blank."As expected of a suspected follower being watched by Mr. Fool! Fors's eyes lit up as inspiration surged in her mind: This is truly brilliant! I could turn it into a mystery novel…
This suspected follower seems to be dead. Using him as a prototype should be fine, right? Should I ask Mr. Fool? No, it seems inappropriate to bother him with such a trivial matter... Should I report to him during the next full moon or blood moon?
Then Mr. Fool will learn of this unknown follower of His because of me, and discover that we are spying on His secrets in this dimension... By then, I will definitely be dead, and I will also bring disaster upon Xio and everyone else…
Fors ruthlessly extinguished her own thoughts.
After Dunn explained that Klein's merits could be exchanged for an incomplete sequence pathway, the scene seemed to become a crimson star in the gray fog.
The Fool holds his chin with one hand and taps the table with the other, seemingly pondering something silently.
The images within the stars began to rapidly fade away, finally solidifying into one scene:
Dunn's expression was serious, his grey eyes carrying the same depth as always: "Tell me your answer."
"Seer!" Klein answered without hesitation.
Leonard took a breath. Klein's decision to choose the potion was indeed influenced by Mr. Fool!
His worry for his friend deepened. What exactly was The Fool trying to do with him? From the moment he was an ordinary person, he'd been arranging for him to embark on his extraordinary path, even going so far as to personally assist him…
Pales was very quiet and didn't say a word.
"Little fellow, I didn't expect you to choose 'Seer." The old man, dressed in a classical black robe unsuitable for the times, carried a small silver box with intricate patterns. "You're just as individualistic as I was back then, a nonconformist. Very well, light these gas lamps and close the secret door."
In the picture, after Klein drank the potion, he learned clairvoyance under Old Neil's instructions.
The objects in his field of vision were dyed with various colors. When he turned his gaze to Old Neil, he found that behind the old man, a pair of eyelash-less, cold, ruthless, and transparent eyes seemed to be in the void, staring at them!
"You have eyes behind your back!"
Old Neil was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said.
"Don't worry about it."
Fors was startled and straightened her back. She had seen these eyes before. They were the "Eyes of Prying Secrets that the Hermit had implanted in her!
The Hermit Cattleya watched this scene in silence.
However, she had some guesses in her mind about the "Hidden Sage" who was almost unavoidable in the "Secret Peer path!
The image of the crimson star gradually faded away. The Fool sat at the head of the long bronze table, no longer tapping on the surface.
He seemed to be waiting for something. After a while, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at two crimson stars in the distance.
Deep red blossomed on both sides of the long table, rising and falling like a fountain, and two figures appeared on the chairs closest to the top.
The picture gradually became hazy and distant, turning back into the busy streets of Tingen.
Klein sat in the trackless public carriage, dozing off despite his tiredness.
Soon the camera cuts to the university on the banks of the Hoy River, where Leonard, dressed in a police officer's uniform, walks through the tree-lined roads of the campus and registers his visit.
"Notes from the Fourth Epoch?" The silver-haired old man, with deep features but few wrinkles, frowned and shook his head. "No. Welch and the others haven't asked me."
At this point, he sighed deeply: "I still can't believe they left like this. You know, they were so young."
He said somewhat sadly.
Leonard listened quietly and nodded. "This is an unfortunate incident. Of course, the murderer will be punished accordingly."
"My student Klein Moretti mentioned this to me two days ago," said the middle-aged man with bronze skin, soft features, black hair and brown eyes. "But unfortunately, I haven't seen the notebook."
He rubbed his temples and shook his head: "Sorry. I can't help you."
"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Eggers." Leonard said as he stood up.
Everyone in the space unconsciously glanced at the man on the far right of the long bronze table.
Unlike the relatively friendly middle-aged man in the film, the man sitting in the space at this moment is taciturn, with little expression, and has an indescribable sense of power and oppression.
Leonard suddenly thought of something. Counting from the right, there was the Death Consul, the magician of unknown origin who was at least Sequence 2, and the old man on his body…
Did the owner of this space intentionally arrange the three angels to sit together?
Well, the fact that I'm parasitized can't be hidden from a being of Mr. Fool's level…
Fortunately, the captain didn't think of investigating more thoroughly and entering their dreams to look for clues at that time, otherwise he might have alerted the Death Consul…
The crimson gradually faded, and it seemed that the Tarot party was over.
The space above the gray fog returned to silence.
Inside a private laboratory fully equipped with instruments and extraordinary items.
The blonde girl stared at the cup in her hand, seeing countless bubbles rising and slowly settling into silver.
"Haha, I really have a talent for mysticism. I succeeded in one try! I was worried about failure before, so I prepared two sets of materials!" She said to herself happily.
Just as she put away the other ingredients and was about to drink the potion, a "woof woof woof" sound suddenly came from outside the door.
She frowned, walked to the door and turned the handle: "Susie, who's here?"
A woman in maid clothes appeared at one end of the corridor. When the girl saw her, she walked out of the laboratory, closed the door, and walked away a few steps.
"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm doing a chemistry experiment?"
"Is there an invitation from the Duchess, from Lady Della?"
The camera focused on a large golden retriever nearby. It stood up from its sitting position, wagged its tail, and suddenly turned around. It deftly supported its body with its hind legs, with its front paws resting on the handle.
The door of the laboratory opened quietly.
The big golden retriever sneaked in.
Audrey couldn't help it and closed her eyes.
This is simply a punishment... Mr. World isn't here, or he would be very embarrassed...
The big golden retriever was running around in the laboratory with great curiosity. The instruments here were too advanced for the dog. and everything he saw seemed new to him.
After a few seconds, the big dog set its eyes on the cup with steaming liquid on the laboratory table.
It turned around twice curiously, then stood up and half-lay on the laboratory table, as if wanting to see what was inside.
But it was probably a little too high for it, and it turned its head left and right, but couldn't get a glimpse of the contents of the cup.
But the golden retriever was determined! He took two steps back and then jumped up!
With a "bang", the cup fell to the ground and silver liquid spilled all over the floor.
The big dog was frightened by the noise and tucked its tail between its legs. After two seconds, it realized something and glanced at the door.
...Then it lowered its head and licked it clean bit by bit.
At the end of the scene, the blonde girl opened the door and looked at the scene in a daze.
Anderson almost laughed out loud and joked, "Miss, you and your dog have a great talent for comedy."
If this wasn't a den of cultists, he might have said it.
The Hermit couldn't help but adjust her glasses. She knew that Miss Justice always bought double the materials at the Tarot Club, and she guessed that she was buying them for someone else…
Now it seems that it was another dog.
Vice Admiral Edwina glanced at the blonde girl and said calmly, "You're lucky. Generally speaking, animals will lose control immediately after drinking the potion. However, you must remember to pay more attention to his condition, because animals are not like humans, and some signs of losing control can be easily overlooked."
Judging from this picture, if the big golden retriever got out of control, Audrey would be the first to be hit but she is still sitting here, so it is obvious that the dog is still fine.
Audrey had gotten over her shame and smiled at the kind lady: "Thank you, Susie is doing well."
Not only is he pretty good, he may have become a hypnotist, and who knows, he might even become a dream walker someday.
Alger's face twitched, his expression very serious.