A few blocks away, layers of illusory prayers came to Klein's ears as he lay down on the bed.
He reluctantly opened his eyes.
At this point in time, who is...?
Outside the window, the bright moonlight shines into the house through the window. Today is not a full moon.
Is it Little Sun? Or is it Miss Justice’s friends who have changed their minds? Or have they encountered some trouble?
In a sense, Klein actually knew the truth.
He climbed out of the quilt with difficulty and took four steps backwards.
Gray mist shrouded from top to bottom, and when he opened his eyes, he was already sitting at the end of a long bronze table. On the side of the towering seat, several stars appeared and disappeared.
Beyond the stars, a clear brilliance was fluctuating.
It was someone outside the Tarot Society. Klein's spirituality spread toward that person and tried to answer this prayer.
The person praying this time is...
In a warm and tidy hotel room, a black-haired young man stood in the center of the wooden floor. He was wearing a dark green trench coat, his facial lines were gentle, he looked very close, and he was holding a piece of white paper in his hand.
However, what was completely opposite to him was the overlapping blood shadow on his body.
From Klein's perspective, a scarlet illusory figure completely overlapped with the young man.
On his body, the blood showed through the pale skin, revealing a strange brilliance, and outlined an outline that was completely opposite to the expression of the body. Even if the face was blurred, you could still feel the murderousness in the eyes made of blood.
meaning.
When Klein cast his gaze, two pairs of eyes looked up at the same time, looking straight in the direction of his gaze!
He took a breath.
Turn it off! Turn it off immediately!
Klein was in a hurry to withdraw his spirituality from here.
"Evil spirit?" At this moment, the black-haired young man asked in confusion.
With Yager turning on some of his spiritual vision, he vaguely saw Klein's silhouette sitting on the long bronze table, accompanied by endless gray fog and gibbering.
This seems to be no different from the God of Steam and Machinery.
The blood shadow on Yager's body made the same movement as he moved.
Klein hesitated in his strategic retreat.
Was he admitting his mistake? Or was he deliberately telling him wrong to deceive him? No, his current status seemed to be that of a true god, so there was no point in deceiving him. He was secretly confused.
But this shadow also looks like a high-sequence one!
While hesitating, Klein finally noticed the paper in the black-haired young man's hand.
That was the paper in the hand of Miss Justice's friend yesterday.
It dawned on him.
The young man in front of me is probably the supernatural being hired by Miss Justice's friends to deal with the evil spirits. If he leaves now, the image he has created in the hearts of the Tarot Society members may have holes.
In a sense, he realized the truth.
"You can call me Fool."
"I am not an evil spirit."
Yager in the hotel room heard the figure wrapped in gray mist reply.
Sure enough it's not.
He nodded in his mind. As he had guessed, only certain groups could use the honorary name. For example, the misty gray fog in front of him gave him a feeling similar to that of the Lord of Steam and Machinery.
Another true god?
Compared to the figures of the True God who showed signs of hostility when they met, the one in front of him seemed particularly friendly.
"I'm very sorry for the offence. A lady told me wrong information." Yager put his left hand on his chest, spread his right hand, and bowed slightly.
Standard hunter etiquette.
Although he has forgotten all the past, the subconscious etiquette is still engraved in his heart. Although, every bow he made in the past has ushered in an unknown ending.
Klein nodded: "Don't worry. You called me. Do you have any doubts you want to solve?"
The strange situation on the young man was something he had never seen before. Even if his status was not high, at least it involved a high-level mystery.
There may be rich profits from joining the Tarot Club.
"I have a heartfelt request," Yager replied after a moment of silence, "Can you tell me some extraordinary knowledge?"
"I know very little about the mysterious world."
Does it mean... the secrets related to the true God?
Klein hesitated for a few seconds, as Ke Zi and Ping Tou Ke fiercely fought in his mind.
As far as the purpose is concerned, they hit it off immediately. The only problem is that the blood lines on the young man's body feel too dangerous.
But Backlund has no secrets.
In the end, Pintouke had the upper hand. When the return approached 300%, Klein would trample all risks.
He gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay."
For new combat power! Let’s do it!
In fact, his decision is not reckless. Judging from the current information, the protection of gray mist is enough to deal with any pretender.
Although he is not, Gray Mist is truly a true god, Klein thought in amusement.
Klein's spirituality surged crazily, and a passage connecting the gray mist to reality was slowly established. The next second, Yager's figure appeared in front of the ancient mottled bronze long table.
Far away from the long table, pillars supported this majestic palace in the mist.
It was successfully pulled, no problem.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief.
However, what he didn't notice was that from beginning to end, he subconsciously avoided using the power of gray mist to peek at the blood lines on Yager's body.
[Human or not, their dripping blood is a medium, pointing to the end of the hierarchy, the essence of the great will "Ulton" without form. Udun, and his followers who are unaware of this, secretly Pursuing that precious blood.]
【Do not look directly at God.】
Klein had a brush with the horrific truth.
On the long bronze table, he and Yager below looked at each other through the gray mist.
"I can share my knowledge with you, but in exchange, you need to give me a certain number of broken pages of "Roselle's Diary". Of course, I will also share the contents of the diary with you."
"But in addition, there are several other Beyonders who have also come here for various reasons. They asked me to hold gatherings regularly. I agreed to them."
"Would you like to join the party too?"
"Yes." Yager replied without hesitation.
very good!
Klein clenched his fists happily in his heart: "The party is every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon. If you need to eliminate all interference, I will bring you here."
There is one more sheep in the Tarot Club.
"Now, let's choose a tarot card as the name of the party. Some of the cards that have been chosen cannot be chosen again."
Yager nodded.
This extraordinary gathering just solved his current lack of understanding of the world. It was like pie in the sky, and he certainly had no reason not to agree.
He glanced at the deck of cards.
Emperor, chariot, lovers...
A card attracted his attention. The exquisite carvings on the card depicted a figure with his hands clasped in prayer, and a white silk scarf wrapped around his neck.
Who...who, or himself, has ever worn that kind of scarf?
Somehow, Yager reached out and picked up the card.
"Bishop." * The Fool sitting at the end of the long table nodded. "Then, I look forward to your coming again."
Yager stood up and saluted again.
His figure disappeared above the gray mist.
After finally sending the person away, Klein sweated and felt a little excited. The Tarot Society has finally expanded to five people, which is gratifying.
He fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling with joy.
As he stared, his smile slowly disappeared, and his sadness crept up again.
Having offended the ambassador, he had to find a bodyguard as soon as possible. He didn't know if this new transcendent was powerful enough or if it was possible to help him solve his trouble...
The night was long, and poor Mr. Fool fell into insomnia.
This chapter has been completed!