On Monday afternoon, on the tranquil Golden Dream, Klein reluctantly held a Tarot session on time.
Seven figures appeared above the gray fog.
In addition to the Justice, the Bishop, and the Hanged Man, who were the same as before, new members appeared again on the right side of the long bronze table.
Long, smooth black hair, dark red eyes, and fairer skin.
It is none other than the vampire Emlyn White.
Driven by Nibais, the vampire elder who survived the Fourth Age, he finally plucked up the courage to pray to the Fool and became a member of the Tarot Society.
"This is Mr. Moon." The Fool nodded and said on the high platform.
But before paying attention to him, the first thing everyone noticed, including Yager who always had a special reaction to the moon, was the strange changes above the gray mist!
From behind the chair that symbolized the Fool, several scarlet blood lines spread out inexplicably, floating in the air and wrapping around the entire palace. The lines were illusory in shape, but also had extremely bright colors, which suddenly captured the Tarot Society.
members’ sightlines.
A faint gray smoke surrounds the blood, as if it has swallowed up the white blood cells of the invading virus and is working hard to digest it.
"What is that?" Miss Justice asked in shock.
She asked what everyone was thinking.
"The product of an accident." The Fool at the head of the long table chuckled and responded seemingly indifferently.
Because the Fool had no intention of further explanation, the members of the Tarot Society did not ask any questions, and could only hide their doubts and speculations in their hearts.
Everyone fell silent with different expressions on their faces.
Miss Justice showed a stunned look, obviously considering whether this new extraordinary knowledge could be exchanged for merit and gold pounds. Her usual curiosity did not allow her to just watch like this.
Opposite her, Alger, the Hanged Man, also had similar thoughts, but he was more inclined to fear and shock:
'The Fool is indeed an existence that humans cannot understand!'
There is no similar description in the occult knowledge taught by the Church of Storms, which in itself shows that similarly transformed personalities are beyond the scope of ordinary extraordinary beings.
There was obvious horror on their expressions——
Yager is the only exception.
Wearing pure white Healing Church clothes, he raised his eyes slightly and cast a somewhat puzzling look at those blood lines:
Is it his imagination?
Although there is a fog barrier, but...
Why do they feel so intimate, as if they belong to him?!
This doubt was keenly captured by Klein, who was hiding in the Fool's shell.
The seemingly calm Fool smiled bitterly in his heart:
'No doubt about it, Mr. Bishop.'
'They are yours!!'
There was sadness and anger in his eyes.
The origin of this sad conclusion begins before this Tarot session begins.
This morning, after being oppressed by evil outsiders for many days, Klein finally found an excuse to temporarily escape from Yager's problems, and returned to the gray fog to relieve his mood.
Then he was hit hard again.
Behind the Fool's chair, the entire towering palace wall was dyed red!
This is definitely not a natural change in gray fog!
When he landed in the gray fog two days ago and answered the prayers of the members, this was not the case here.
It’s already obvious what the culprit is:
Bloodborne Hunter!
Just as members of the Aurora Society who heard the gospel of the True Creator would fall into madness, and objects that came into contact with the Eternal Sun would praise the sun, he strongly suspected that he had been contaminated by Yagr after encountering Yagor's abnormal state head-on!!!
Even if the body is healed by an unknown force, the gray mist still retains the state of being impacted.
The only good news is that, just like the time he divined the Eternal Blazing Sun, this time the gray fog is still slowly recovering, and the scarlet all over the wall was expelled into a tangled line of blood, which is the result of Klein's efforts.
.
The fake name had done him a lot of harm.
The Fool behind the mist wept silently.
"Mr. Fool, I found four pages of Russell's diary this week." Miss Justice bowed lightly and reported in a cheerful tone.
"I found six pages." Alger continued.
Unexpectedly, this time, even the newly joined Miss Fors and Yager, who had been showing little interest in looking for a diary, submitted a few pages each.
This made Klein's slightly depressed mood quickly improve again.
Well, although the part Yager handed over can be called Russell's silver party diary.
After reading it, he said as always:
"You can communicate freely."
However, before starting the transaction, Yager asked another question: "Mr. Fool, can I pay a price to exchange Russell's diary with you?"
There was silence on the long table.
After the gray mist, Mr. Fool's eyes widened slightly again unconsciously, and he fell into a new round of thinking.
A guess emerged in his mind unconsciously:
What... you are actually a time traveler too?!
Otherwise, it cannot be explained why Yager does not want the content of the diary, but the diary itself. Only those who understand will pursue the diary.
But this was a conclusion that he didn't quite believe at first. After all, the other party's behavior after losing his memory was very much like a native of the Bloodborne world, rather than a time traveler who paid special attention to the words of the familiar world.
If so...why do some people come here with full level numbers!
He couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and then quickly put it out himself.
Forget it.
Yager obviously came here after killing all the beasts in Yharnam, including Gehrman and Luna.
If he were allowed to participate in such a hunting night, he would definitely collapse long ago.
Loen is better, Loen is better.
The Fool suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction with life.
But whether he is a time traveler or not requires more concrete evidence, such as his reaction after getting the diary, etc., so Klein is not in a hurry to make a conclusion.
"You can exchange it through meritorious deeds on missions." He replied, "For example, my beloved sometimes needs help."
"Okay." Yager rubbed his hands under the long table guiltily, obviously thinking of Detective Sherlock who he had just finished persecuting.
What you are persecuting is actually a fool!
If he could hear his voice, Klein would definitely complain like this in his heart.
Fortunately, after a brief explanation of the meritorious service, the normal process of the Tarot Club finally began to advance, and no more special incidents occurred. The members traded extraordinary materials and information with each other.
Klein's potion ingredients and Audrey's props to hide her identity are all found.
"By the way, Mr. Sun, have you successfully escaped from the prison in Silver City?" After the transaction, the Hanged Man remembered something and turned to look at Derrick.
What he actually meant was to ask about Silver City's handling of Amon.
Whether the parasitized person will be reabsorbed or continue to be imprisoned, no matter which direction is chosen, it will show Silver City's understanding and attitude towards the 'blasphemer'.
"Coming out." Derrick nodded.
But he quickly mentioned a new dilemma: "The chief asked me to join his team. We are now exploring a weird temple and have not encountered any direct danger..."
"But we never got over this experience."
(End of chapter)
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