Klein paced back and forth in the small shooting range, thinking about the intentions of the Night Goddess Church regarding the "Diviner" sequence:
"They don't want the night watchmen to choose this path, or don't want them to become powerful on this path. So they only issued sequence 9 'Diviner'? The captain also said that the Sanctuary might have subsequent formulas..."
"No, the confidential information I can see doesn't even provide the names of the potions corresponding to sequence 8 and sequence 7. It only describes the corresponding combat characteristics... In other words, they don't want the people below to know that the higher-ups have the corresponding information..."
"Could all the night watchmen who choose this path become the 'Revenge Spirits' of the Antigonus family? So the church's higher-ups made a similar decision, or is there another reason?"
For a moment, Klein was full of doubts about the higher-ups of the Night Goddess Church, with a strong sense of vigilance and caution. He reconsidered whether to make a special application and openly become "The Clown":
"If there are any terrifying secrets hidden in this, wouldn't I have jumped into the crater myself? I'm not the kind of person who can calmly accept a strict investigation..."
"However, the Tingen branch submitted the 'The Clown' formula. As a member of the 'Diviner' group, knowing this, hoping for promotion, isn't it a normal thing? And sequence 8 still belongs to a low sequence, probably won't attract too much exaggerated attention..."
"The only problem is, I completely mastered the potion in just one month and submitted the special application. If the higher-ups know and understand the 'Impersonation Method', they will immediately understand the key... Of course, my reasons are also sufficient. After all, I know the 'Psychic' Daria and am friends with the 'Secret Seeker' old Neil, who strictly follows the motto. I was inspired and further completed the 'Impersonation Method', which isn't too difficult to understand."
"Well, even Daria, who has been at the 'Psychic' position for three years, showing signs of digestion, really entered the higher-ups' sight and was trained as a future Archbishop and Senior Deacon... At the 'The Clown' stage, I definitely won't attract too much attention, unless I digest the potion in a few more months and convince them that I truly mastered the 'Impersonation Method'..."
"So, applying for the 'The Clown' potion isn't a too risky act. It can continue, but then we need to be careful. Ah, we can only take it one step at a time and make a decision based on a divination at home."
Klein gathered his thoughts and took out the revolver from the holster under his arm, doing daily shooting practice and corresponding maintenance.
This pistol from his classmate Welch was of better quality than he imagined. Without any surprises, it could last for a long time. Of course, this was also thanks to the gun maintenance methods he learned from Dunn and Leonard.
"Actually, it's not a big deal if it breaks. These are all things that can be applied for." Klein glanced at the target, put away the revolver, and left the "Shooting Club".
He took the non-powered public horse-drawn carriage back to No. 2 Narcissus Street, and before reaching the door, he saw a young girl wandering around.
This girl was wearing a blue dress with beautiful lace, and wore a hat with fine mesh tulle hanging down. It was Melissa's classmate, Elizabeth with cute baby fat.
When she noticed Klein approaching, she quickly came forward, took off the hat, and had a delighted expression.
She paused for two seconds, suddenly smiling and opening her mouth:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti."
"I think you must have just returned from the Ramd town, right?"
I'm sorry, I returned this morning... Klein smiled and said:
"No, I came back from Zotlan Street."
Well, this is a very genuine answer... He thought to himself with a smile. Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly and passionately, "Well, I was wrong in my assumption. I came here to see you and wait for you today, hoping to tell you that I didn't have any nightmares last night, and I didn't dream about that knight in black full armor again! This is exactly in line with your divination result!"
Of course, the vengeful spirit was completely purified by the sealing object "3-0782". Even I couldn't perform a spirit communication right there, let alone your dream... Klein chuckled softly and replied gently,
"I'm glad you've gotten rid of the trouble, and I'm satisfied with my divination yesterday."
"Thank you, and thank you again! Well, I have to leave now. I have classes in the afternoon, so goodbye, Mr. Moretti. I'll find time to visit Melissa later~" Elizabeth left briskly, getting into a carriage nearby.
Watching the scene of the carriage's slowly receding figure outside the window, her lips curled slightly, and she thought triumphantly: "Melissa surely doesn't know that she has such a powerful brother..." ...
It seems that my explanation just had no effect at all... Girls always tend to believe in their instincts and the facts they imagine... Klein watched Elizabeth get into the car, shook his head, took out the key, opened the door, and walked all the way back to his own bedroom.
He took a short break and began to sort out and summarize the events of the previous week, including the parts that had not been resolved before.
After completing this routine task, he burned the papers and took out the silver pocket watch. He snapped it open and glanced at it.
"Half past two? Wait another fifteen minutes..." Klein saw that there was still time, so he simply put on the oldest of his formal jackets and went to the "Slin Bakery" on Iron Cross Street to buy a cup of sweet iced tea from Mrs. Wintry.
While drinking the beverage, he leisurely returned home. At two forty-five, he sealed his bedroom with a spiritual seal and walked four steps backward into the mist.
In the vast, silent and ancient palace, Klein wrote new divination sentences on the manifested parchment paper:
"It should be obtained through the Night Watch organization the 'Clown' potion."
After putting away the pen, he removed the spirit pendulum wrapped around his wrist, held it steadily with his left hand, and let the yellow crystal pendant hang at the position about to touch the parchment paper.
After reciting it seven times, his eyes deepened, and the spirit pendulum in his hand began to rotate slightly, clockwise.
The answer is affirmative, it should be... But the sequence after 'Clown' is hard to say. I still need to seriously develop my Tarot Club... Klein carefully reviewed the matter again.
Then, he placed his hand in the air and pressed it towards the deep red star representing 'Sun'.
He wanted to call the young man from Silver City in advance to confirm if he had disclosed the matters above the mist to the 'Six-Man Council', and if not, to give the other party a better way to control the meeting time. ...
In the Berg family's room of the Silver City.
Derrick sat quietly and silently by the bed, waiting for the "Crafter" to summon him.
To fulfill the requirement of not staying with others as much as possible, he simply didn't go out after returning, and the food in the room had already been eaten up by him.
Enduring hunger, listening to the rumbling of his stomach, Derrick felt like a living corpse wandering in the dark wasteland, but he still didn't speak or get up.
Just then, he saw the void filled with deep red, which immediately swallowed him.
The world of gray, vast, cold and silent reappeared before his eyes, and the "Crafter" sitting at the front, shrouded in thick fog, also appeared before his eyes.
Klein was satisfied that the "summoning" had not been disturbed and was certain that no danger had been foreseen.
"'Sun', we meet again," he said with a smile in the giant language.
Derrick was once again shocked by what had happened and lowered his head, saying:
"You are a trustworthy Crafter."
"The other members need to wait for a while. I'll first confirm one thing with you," Klein said this time in Ruan language, but gave the idea of translating this mysterious space into the giant language.
So, in Derrick's ears, the other person was still saying the giant language, he asked curiously:
"What is it?"
Well, after I had mastered the giant language initially, the mysterious space above the gray fog could achieve simultaneous translation of this language, so there was no worry that "Justice" and "The Hangman" wouldn't understand "Sun's" speech... Ah, why does this big boss have to be so tired... Klein reached out and pinched the top of his head, shaking his head and smiling:
"I allow you to recite my name and remember the following titles."
"Not belonging to this era's Crafter, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king in charge of good luck."
Derrick listened and his pupils contracted, but he dared not be distracted. He repeatedly muttered them in his mind and then sought confirmation from the Crafter.
"Every time you return to the Silver City from here, you need to recite my name in a brief ritual... After the gathering, I'll inform you in advance. You don't need to pay attention to it in your daily life and don't avoid others. Wait for my notification and complete solitude within a thousand heartbeats." Klein said the solution after deliberating for a long time.
This was essentially a response to the prayer.
-- Because of concerns about the situation in the Silver City and to save time, Klein directly omitted the other steps of the ritual. Anyway, this was a request to him.
"A thousand heartbeats?" Derrick didn't seem to be asking himself in a questioning manner.
Klein introduced the general situation of the Tarot Society to the other person and then took out a silver pocket watch and snapped it open.
Derrick was stunned for a moment, instinctively looking at that strange object.
As the three o'clock mark approached, Klein placed his hand in front of the deep red star symbolizing "Justice" and "The Hangman".
Derrick's eyes didn't move at all as he watched this scene. He saw bursts of light erupt from the opposite and the sides, stretching out two blurry figures.
Audrey Hall looked around for a moment and suddenly froze, then heard the always calm voice of the Crafter:
"This is the new member, the title 'Sun'."
"This is 'Justice' Miss, this is 'The Hangman' Mr. "
The new member? Audrey was surprised at first, then filled with joy.
She was very happy to see the Tarot Society grow and had a sense of being the owner.
"The Hangman" Alger frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with the Crafter suddenly bringing a new member.
At least we should have informed us in advance... However, the big person like the Crafter really didn't consider our feelings... He thought helplessly and said a brief hello to "Justice" and "Sun".
During this brief process, Audrey entered the "audience" state and carefully examined the new member "Sun".
"His age won't be too old..." Those body movements indicated that he was a little nervous and awkward... But the entire person remained sufficiently silent, giving off a feeling, well, like a lone wolf, yes, a lone wolf... "Audrey thought as she looked towards the fool at the very front of the bronze long table.
She happily said:
"Mr. Fool, I have collected another two pages of Emperor Rosseau's diary."