Chapter 123 Finally Arrived at the Tarot Meeting

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Klein sat down in the main seat and was about to try to pull someone in when he suddenly saw his pile of debris exposed in the gray mist in the distance. He suddenly gasped, feeling shame welling up in his heart, and quickly moved it away.

After moving the pile of debris and grabbing a few pieces of gray mist to cover it up, Klein returned to the position of The Fool. After looking around to confirm that everything was correct, he waited for a moment. He took out the pendulum, took a deep breath, and tried to divine.

As usual, you only need to find a divination topic and fall asleep, but after being killed by his divination target, Klein now feels like a "hot potato" towards the gray fog. It can provide oneself with help beyond the scope of one's own capabilities, making oneself as omnipotent as a god. At the same time, it also subtly makes one lose awe of the world and become daring.

But...why is it that only Edward Vaughn can accurately find me? Previously, both the Eternal Blazing Sun and the True Creator...could he be stronger than those true gods? Isn't this supposed to be the case? Or is it actually true that the angels of God who were divined by me can actually see me? It's just a question of whether they can see me clearly or not, or whether they are willing to teach me a lesson? This can explain the fact that the True Creator asked the Aurora Society to directly issue a missing person request.

He was holding a citrine pendulum and was in a dilemma.

Divination is necessary to know whether the Tarot meeting can be held successfully, but if something is really divined, it is very likely that the person will come to visit again. He may not be able to escape the disaster, but the others in the Tarot Club are innocent.

"It's really troublesome..."

Klein sighed secretly, but he didn't have any objection to the gray mist. Because if it weren't for Gray Mist, he would have been killed in Tingen, really killed. And the captain and the others are unable to deal with the children of the evil god, and unimaginable tragedy may happen in Tingen.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Klein shook his head and shook all the uneasiness and frustration out of his mind. He took out a pen and paper, considered it for a long time, and wrote down the divination sentence:

"Today's Tarot session will go smoothly."

Success or failure depends on this! I have left a suicide note. If I die suddenly again this time, I will be buried as Sherlock Moriarty. There is no need to give Melissa and the others the pain of separation... Of course, I will leave a suicide note for myself. For burial expenses, please do not cremate...!

After reciting it silently seven times, Klein took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The dream this time was very short. Klein felt as if he opened his eyes as soon as he closed them. He didn't even remember the details of the dream, but the time showed that one minute had indeed passed. He lowered his head and saw his citrine pendulum rotating moderately clockwise.

Dangerous, but successful?

Klein carefully divined again. A minute later, he opened his eyes, and the citrine was still spinning steadily clockwise.

Is it really safe?

He did not put it into practice immediately, but quietly waited for the passage of time and adjusted his mood and state. It was only at three o'clock that everyone was pulled up on time.

A deep red and illusory light rose, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Last night, she finally got the coveted Sequence 7 "psychiatrist" potion formula. At this time, she still had that mixed feeling of excitement, excitement, solidity, and stability, but the Psychological Alchemy Society did not ask her to make an immediate contribution. Call this an advance. But they fully believe that Miss Audrey has excellent "repayment" ability.

There were no new members... "Justice" Audrey stood up, cast her gaze at the top of the long bronze table, raised her skirt, and bowed:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, afternoon..."

The gray mist suddenly shook, and an empty chair far away suddenly lit up with light, attracting everyone's attention.

A symbol that I had never seen before appeared on the back of the chair. It did not belong to any of the 22 paths. There were layers of vines like snakes or dry fingers, and the ruins of buildings were vaguely visible in the gaps. Klein immediately felt that his spirituality was affected, and he felt that the all-black eyes used to control the dummy's "world" were also attracted. The black lines began to twist in the direction of the chair, as if it was about to be sucked in.

The figure of "The World" shook and seemed to disappear in the next second.

If all these "black lines" are allowed to fall on that chair, then I won't be the controller of the dummy's "world"! It is very likely that it is the mysterious person who came up before and flipped the card of blasphemy!

Klein looked at the others and saw that whether it was "Justice", "The Sun" or "Magician", they all looked in pain, swaying around. The color red symbolizing emotional instability appeared on the astral body, and the high-sequence Their "Hanged Man" struggled to support the long bronze table with his elbows, struggling hard and looking extremely uncomfortable.

Dots of light emerged from everyone's astral bodies and poured into the empty seat. Silently, there seemed to be an extremely faint figure on the empty seat, undulating like water marks. , and the swirling black line shook even more violently at this moment, almost breaking away from Klein's control and attaching to the transparent figure!

That chair should be some kind of ceremonial passage! It is absorbing everyone's spirituality, and even wants to use the "Eye of Total Blackness" to stand in for them!

Klein understood it in an instant, and broke into a cold sweat at the same time. This was the first time he encountered such a dangerous situation. He vaguely heard a strange wind sound, as if a breeze was gently blowing the leaves, or dry branches were rubbing against each other. The sound became louder, more obvious, and clearer. It was like an incomprehensible song that echoed repeatedly in the concert hall. It made Klein's scalp tingle.

This ritual cannot be allowed to be completed!

He did not hesitate, aroused the gray fog, picked up the "Sun Brooch" and "Black Emperor" cards, and poured his spirituality into it without reservation. Like the blazing sunshine at noon, it instantly fell into the mysterious space, and the figure of the paper angel appeared. Inflated, the black wings spread out, and the twisting force caused the swaying black line to temporarily change its trajectory. The spirituality revealed by Gray Mist and Klein slightly shared some of the pressure on everyone. The Tarot Society was able to breathe, and felt unimaginable pressure and the breath of the gods falling on their heads. Their spiritual intuition simultaneously sketched out such a picture——

Behind Mr. Fool, an illusory door slowly emerged. Like an angel made of light and gold, he walked out of it, landed next to Mr. Fool, spread out twelve pairs of wings burning with flames, and then A divine being who cannot be seen directly walked out of the door and appeared on the other side. The black shadow formed a majestic but twisted figure.

Angel……

Everyone in the Tarot Society was thinking, watching, and feeling in shock.

Two angels!

At the top of the long bronze table, two angels stood silently. Ancient and mysterious, as calm as time, Mr. "The Fool" stretched out his finger, and light and shadow rushed towards the seat at the same time. The light and shadow intertwined and turned into a gorgeous and grand light rain.

This is the power of God!

Everyone was so shocked by the scene at this moment that they forgot to breathe.

Klein was not in a calm mood at this time. He realized that the ceremony going on there was only paused for a moment, and the paper angel, which had consumed half of his spiritual construction, could not even buy two seconds. The first black line seemed to have landed on the transparent silhouette. The black line landed on the arm. Whether it was an illusion or reality, Klein saw that the right hand of the transparent silhouette suddenly took on a physical form. Then, the right hand stretched out to The other black lines seem to be connected one by one by myself!

There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop this. Klein immediately made a judgment. He should leave immediately and return everyone's spiritual objects to their original places. From now on, Tarot Clubs can be stopped altogether!

He was ready to take action immediately, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a layer of black veil shining with starlight appearing on his body.

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"Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon...there is indeed something abnormal at this time." The Declined King said to himself. He was concentrating on communicating the mystical connections he had left on the gray fog. The biggest repelling force came from the Source Castle itself, and the rest were There was only a small amount of resistance left that was negligible. In at most ten seconds, he will be able to go to Origin Castle.

"It's so strange... Klein Moretti is dead. Who is calling these people on time? Is he not dead? Or is the convener not actually him, but Sefirah Castle itself? The next heir has already appeared?"

It went smoothly. The obstruction was terrifying, but actually it was not painful. Soon, he felt that his right hand could move freely.

Suddenly, he felt a strange threat. This threat was neither fatal nor dangerous, it was light and airy, but it did arouse His spiritual warning. Above the Source Castle, the right hand that was about to hit the next black line paused in the air, and the skin and flesh on the back of the hand parted, revealing an eye without pupils. Looking up, he saw a night sky with a red moon.

"——."

The symbol behind the seat of Origin Castle immediately began to twist, and the vines and ruins disappeared, turning into a five-pointed star and a sheep's head - the symbol of the devil's path.

Klein's pupils shrank and he suddenly thought of that person.

The night sky came over.

In Klein's horrified gaze, the shimmering starry gauze gently floated above the abnormal seat. The ceremony of the seat obviously paused, and the two sides seemed to be confronting each other. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity, but after trying his best to stop it just now without success, he really didn't know what else he could do now.

At this moment, he felt something keenly.

It feels strange...like...applying? license? The spiritual contact stunned Klein for a moment, and then he realized that the message actually came from the black gauze. The tulle appears to be seeking his "permission" before helping him overpower the invading chair.

"Allow" seems to mean allowing the black veil to stay above the gray mist? Just like I pulled up the Tarot Club. ...This... leads the wolf into the house? Driving a tiger to devour a wolf? How will I face the tiger after swallowing the wolf? No, at least the black veil looks like it is helping me, rather than directly invading like a chair... The two of them may be able to suppress each other, and the black veil conveys this feeling to me, which is a good thing for me... But Why do I always have to make this decision? Can I really not just throw this gray fog to others?

I have no choice. Klein made a decision.

The black gauze got permission, and it fell gently, covering the entire seat. Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of everyone in the Tarot Club, because in their spirituality, this was a whole night sky of twinkling stars suppressing it, forcing the terrifying and ferocious demon to retreat into the darkness. They marveled at the sublime beauty of the night sky, and were even more horrified at the great existence that the night sky might represent and its relationship with the mysterious Mr. Fool.

Klein also saw it. After the black gauze covered the seat, what flashed above was a crimson full moon.

Mr. Fool almost praised the goddess on the gray mist.

Their confrontation was over, and the black veil and the seat became quiet at the same time, as if they were temporarily balanced because they could not suppress the other.

The gray fog gradually returned to calm. Klein breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He put away the Holy Emblem of the Sun and the Card of Blasphemy again. He sat enigmatically at the top and continued to control the dummy "world", almost touching his forehead. The people leaning on the table spoke calmly and said with a smile:

"You can raise your head now."

Hearing this, "Justice" Audrey was the first to move. She looked around and slowly raised her head. Then she looked at "The Fool", and Klein felt substantial awe and praise.

Miss "Justice" is an aristocratic woman... She most likely believes in the goddess of the night. I can understand her look... I always find it strange. As an "evil god", I am now suspected of being an "evil god" His identity was helped by the goddess...Does the goddess know where this place is? When did you notice me again?

After thinking about it, Klein didn't have the guts to ask while praying.

Immediately afterwards, "Magician", "Sun", and "World" also raised their heads one after another. "The Hanged Man" looked in the direction of the Fool, but did not dare to look directly, only daring to look at the blasphemous card in the Fool's hand.

"Praise you, Mr. Fool!"

No one else dared to speak, but Audrey's brisk and pleasant voice broke the eternal silence above the gray mist, allowing Klein, who was originally feeling a little depressed, to temporarily get rid of his troubles.

He nodded gently, duly responding to her praise.

"Can you tell me what just happened?"

Her heart was beating fast: "If you are willing, I will, um, do whatever I can to pay you."

This question may be very offensive, but after meeting the two angels under the Fool, and even the power of the goddess of the night, Miss Justice has sincerely believed that Mr. Fool is a great existence like the Righteous God, and is kind and compassionate. And powerful.

what happened? I also want to know. Safety? Is this the safety of divination results? How safe is this? ...Klein laughed enigmatically and said calmly: "No need."

"An unauthorized visitor came to visit."

He tried his best to use the most concise words to fully mobilize the imagination of everyone in the Tarot Club. As expected, he saw several people leaning back slightly.

"Thank you for your answer!"

Miss Justice stood up and saluted The Fool. When she sat down again, Audrey took in the other members' figures again, and formed a dynamic scene with the pictures she had observed before:

"Sun"'s mood is very stable and a little unusually excited. Ah, is it because of that angel of light just now? Just like the "sun" in ancient books, he should have felt spiritual resonance.

Forsi was a little depressed while relaxing... She passed the test of that Abraham family member and became his student, but was forced to accept some things that were not good for her?

Mr. "World" is as cold and deep as usual... It's incredible. After such a big thing happened, he can still be so calm. How strong is he? Maybe I can get Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6, to grasp his emotional changes and thoughts...

Mr. "The Hanged Man"... Huh? Mr. "The Hanged Man" looks a little impatient? His body movements showed panic, but he suppressed it forcibly. He had been quietly looking at Mr. Fool, as if he was expecting something. Could it be that he encountered a serious incident and needed help? I wonder if something big happened again at sea... He also looked at Mr. "World" and had some expectations. It is very likely that the extraordinary characteristics of "Werewolf" that Mr. "World" entrusted him to sell on his behalf have already come to fruition. He probably also found one of the two materials: the properties of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep sea Naga...

Well, "The Fool" is still so mysterious, powerful, and impossible to guess.

A series of thoughts passed through "Justice" Audrey's mind. She looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I got three new pages of Russell's diary."

This is the transcript she requested from the "Psychological Alchemy Society". Because she only mentioned it last night, time was tight, and Esilante only had time to give her three pages.

"What reward do you want?" Klein asked with a smile.

Audrey answered sincerely: "Just think of it as a reward for answering my question before, okay?"

When she said this, she felt a little bit show off for no reason:

Mr. "The Hanged Man", you don't even know the existence of the "Twilight Hermits"!

Phew, I'm so envious. I don't know what kind of difficult questions Miss Justice asked for in private... I wrote to the teacher when I got back and asked him if he had Russell's diary there. No, I have to tell the public, the notes... "Magic "Teacher" Forsi suddenly felt eager and motivated.

Under the suspicious gaze of "The Hanged Man", Klein nodded indifferently:

"Can."

Audrey quickly materialized three pages of a yellow-brown diary and passed them to Mr. Fool.

Klein took it and took a look. He wrote on the first page:

"On January 13th, we had steady contact with Mr. Door."

Just as Klein picked up the diary, Audrey added: "Mr. Fool, there are ten more pages of the diary that will be given to you later. This is the reward for the protection you have provided before."

She repeated her private promise to prevent Mr. Fool from thinking that she had forgotten this matter. The reason why she had deducted the news about the "Twilight Hermit Society" was because she wanted to completely settle a "debt" first. , with a bit of a show-off mood.

The reward for providing protection... "Magician" Forsi chewed on these words and suddenly realized that he had missed a very important question.

Regarding the Abraham family matter, Mr. "Fool" sent an "angel" to help me interfere with divination! I should also pay the corresponding reward... It's over, I didn't think of this at all before... I thought it was just like other rituals, it was over when it was over... Forsi was a little panicked for a moment.

In normal ritual magic, when praying to gods or corresponding beings for help, they will offer sacrifices in advance and burn essential oils and herbal essences that please the target, which is equivalent to paying the reward in advance. In rituals related to "The Fool", many The steps can be omitted, and the price can be paid after the fact, or even without giving. This made Forsi, who was used to the former, subconsciously just say thank you.

She hurriedly looked at the top of the long bronze table and said sincerely:

"Dear Mr. Fool, your interference with divination has greatly helped me. I will also collect ten pages of Russell's diary for you as soon as possible."

Seeing the performance of Miss "Justice" and Miss "Magician", Derrick "The Sun" Berg suddenly realized and found a way to fully express his gratitude.

However, Silver City does not have the so-called diary of Emperor Russell... Well, Mr. Fool is very interested in history. I want to read more similar information and documents... Derrick changed his mind and stood up. Mr. Fool, the leader, made a promise.

"The Hanged Man" watched all this, without any doubt about the greatness of "The Fool" and the fact that he had "Angel" as his attendant. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally caught the life-saving driftwood.

TBC

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Finally arrived at Source Castle.

Goddess/Decay: Obtaining a position on the Source Castle (how come there is someone else in this position) is like attending a tea party in a kindergarten. There is no sound for six days a week, and only some weak signals are transmitted on Monday... It's so scary... Jin pound……