As expected, the possessed Raunte just now was merely a decoy to draw my attention so his true body could get close and confirm my movements.
I was careless—
Lorne cursed inwardly and asked, "What do you want?"
"Still acting?" Medici countered.
"What do you mean?"
"How about we make a deal?"
"What deal?"
Medici spread his illusory palm, and a cluster of crimson light condensed out of thin air, eventually forming a clear image.
Medici spread his palm, condensing an image.
Within the image was a normal-sized tarot card, but the image on it was completely different from others. Sitting in the chariot was not a king, but a male priest wearing deep red robes, and he had the face of Roselle Gustav.
Lorne's pupils shrank instantly! He immediately realized what it was. Sharon and Maric on the side clearly reacted as well, their spirituality fluctuating significantly.
"How about exchanging this card for the one you have?"
As expected—he noticed it. This evil spirit's knowledge is even broader than I imagined.
"I refuse," Lorne answered cleanly and decisively.
He had a "blasphemy card" himself; it wasn't that rare to him.
Being rejected so bluntly, Medici didn't seem angry, but instead changed the subject: "I know that cards are very important to you, a symbol of identity."
"However, have you really never heard the name 'Medici'? Your teacher never mentioned it to you?"
"No," Lorne's answer remained clean and decisive.
He didn't know what kind of outrageous plot the other party had concocted in his head, but he decided to follow that line of thought.
"Perhaps—there is simply no need to know the name 'Medici'," he added indifferently.
Medici's brow furrowed slightly.
"What an impolite brat. Has The Society's upbringing become so poor now?"
Politeness—you don't have much of that yourself—but he thinks I'm from The Society? Is it because of that Three of Diamonds card? Lorne took the initiative to pull the topic back: "The matter of the trade can be set aside for now. But we can talk about helping you break the seal—"
"
"Oh? You're willing to help me?" Medici's tone was playful.
"I can, but you have to answer a few questions first—after all, you've asked me so many just now, we should reciprocate, shouldn't we?"
"Hmph, trying to bait information out of me," Medici sneered, but he didn't refuse.
"Ask then, considering you might be of some use."
"That blasphemy card just now, which Pathway is it from? And how did it get here?"
"Sequence 0
Hunter. Its original owner came here due to some mystical attraction and then died beside those Tudor descendants."
"Do you know about the 'Full Moon Speech Disorder'?" Lorne continued to ask.
Actually, he originally wanted to ask about Amon, but then he thought that this evil spirit seemed exceptionally sensitive to the topic of "Amon". He had just been seen through by the other party because of that topic, so he temporarily switched to another question that had troubled him for a long time.
"Full Moon Speech Disorder—" Medici shook his head slightly.
"Then what about 'Mr. Door'?"
"Bethel Abraham," Medici said a name directly, "the ancestor of the Abraham Family."
Subsequently, Medici introduced Mr. Door's situation quite grandly. A Duke during the Solomon Empire period—the pinnacle of the 'Apprentice' Pathway, a King of Angels who surpassed Sequence 1.
These titles, which sounded incredibly high-end, left Lorne stunned. Although some concepts were new to him, he could roughly understand what they meant.
"Mr. Door—seems to have been sealed, and for thousands of years already."
"He was sealed? Who could seal him?" Medici was somewhat surprised.
In his memory, it had always been Bethel sealing others. Moreover, what seal in this world could keep that guy locked up?
"Supposedly it was Evernight and Storm—" Lorne replied with information he had seen in Roselle's diary.
"I see—" A flash of realization crossed Medici's eyes.
If two True Gods joined forces, it was indeed possible—but with Bethel's ability, there's no reason he wouldn't find even a single chance to escape after so long—
Next, Lorne asked some more about the history of the fourth epoch, from which he learned that "Black Emperor" was the title for Sequence 0,
and Solomon was a true deity.
At the same time, based on the information revealed by the other party and the fact that the "Red Priest" card was drawn here by characteristics, he could basically conclude that the evil spirit before him must have been a Beyonder of the "Hunter" Pathway in life, and of a very high Sequence.
This evil spirit is very valuable, practically a living treasury of history and mysticism—Lorne muttered in his heart.
However, he also keenly discovered that this evil spirit was quite familiar with the early history of the fourth epoch but became vague about events in the middle and late periods. From this, he inferred that the time of the other party's fall should have been within a period after the collapse of the First Solomon Empire.
The man and the ghost chatted for a few more sentences, and Lorne made an oral commitment to help the other party find a way to break the seal. Medici also promised that as long as the seal could be broken, he would tell Lorne all the information and knowledge he knew.
The conversation between the two was unexpectedly pleasant, completely devoid of the previous tense atmosphere, leaving Sharon and Maric nearby quite stunned.
As the conversation ended, before leaving, Lorne suddenly stopped and forced a smile that was as sincere as possible: "By the way, could you also tell me the potion formula for Sequence 5 of the Hunter Pathway?"
He wanted to take the opportunity to get another freebie.
"Huh?" Medici seemed shocked by his shamelessness, "Why do you think I would tell you?"
"Since after helping you break the seal, that 'Red Priest' card should theoretically be handled by me," Lorne analyzed solemnly, "just consider it an advance payment, or—part of the sincerity of our cooperation? How about it?"
Tch—" Medici snorted disdainfully, but after a few seconds of silence, he spoke with a fast and clear speed, "Sigh—Sequence 5 is 'Reaper'. The main ingredients are: a complete forepaw of a Grey Demonic Wolf, and the tongue of a Jungle Hunter—remember, kid, this is just interest."
"Alright, I will definitely find a way to help you as soon as possible." Lorne silently memorized the formula and once again made a solemn oral commitment.
Then, he, Maric, and Sharon left this eerie ruin, bringing along the still-unconscious Raunte.
"Medici, you idiot! You must have seen wrong! That kid didn't lie! If he were Joss's student, it would be impossible for him to know absolutely nothing about Amon—" Sauron's voice rang out.
"That's right, it's impossible for the high-level members of The Society to know nothing about Amon," Einhorn also spoke.
"You guys are the idiots! He knows nothing yet can use that card; that in itself is very problematic!
Furthermore, there are traces of high-Sequence influence on him—though they are very faint, they definitely exist."
"There are too many things wrong with that kid—"
"He will definitely come back to find us," Medici said with certainty. "I can see that he still has many things he wants to ask, it's just that it wasn't convenient to ask with his companions around—"
"By the way," he suddenly remembered something, "did you two see clearly just now? What suit was the card on him?"
"Weren't you the one looking?" Sauron and Einhorn countered simultaneously.
"Nonsense! I was busy talking to him, testing him, and dealing with him, how could I have that much energy! You two idiots, can't you even do such a small thing?"
"Bullshit! You didn't tell us to!"
The bickering of the three ancient consciousnesses echoed once again in this forgotten ruin.
"That evil spirit is very dangerous—"
After walking a long distance, Sharon's voice rang out faintly in warning.
Lorne glanced to the side and reined in his thoughts