The "Dark Angel" Sasriel is probably the negative personality separated by the ancient Sun God... Mr. "Gate" was once the most powerful angel king... The Abraham family also mastered at least two "0"-level seals, corresponding to the extraordinary angel level characteristics of the "apprentice" path... The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness... The mysterious knowledge echoed in the mind of the "Hidden" Gadriya, which shocked her and felt the heavy weight.

If there was no Tarot, it was not the blessing of Mr. Fool, nor the "world" German Sparrow provided it, she would never be so easy to understand this knowledge, and she would definitely take great risks. If she accidentally attracted the attention of some high-level existences, or was entangled by madness and pain.

"Thank you for your advance, this can greatly help me digest the potion." Gadriya opened her eyes and sincerely thanked her.

According to her original plan, after meeting the "Mysterious Queen", she should be able to gain some occult knowledge. With the current advancement of German Sparrow, the "Mysterious Queen" potion will probably be completely digested. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Beckland, the "Mysterious Queen" Bernard left the metropolis with a clue, which made Garteria very disappointed.

Hearing the words of the "Hidden" lady, Klein pretended to be the "world" and smiled hoarsely:

“This gift has a price.”

As the voice echoed, he nodded to the two ladies, "justice" and "magician", saying that this sentence was also said to them.

When the private party ended, members left the "Source Fort". Klein stood up, walked back from the bottom of the mottled long table, and sat down to the position of "Fool".

He leaned back on the back of the chair and supported his elbow to the armrest. The void next to him rippled and condensed into circles of halos.

This is a prayer light spot, a secret puppet controlled by historical pore images summoned by Klein. It already existed before the party, but the corresponding area was blocked by Klein and no one could perceive it. It has not returned to normal until now.

Klein turned his gaze to the aperture, and used this as the basis to expand his vision to the distance:

In the real world, a dark mountain stands tall, with a hole at the waist extending all the way to the ground.

There were many humans surviving the catastrophe here once hidden here, and later they were transformed into his secret puppet by the dark demon wolf Kotar.

During this period, Klein kept looking back from all kinds of traces and found three places where the Dark Demon Wolf hid, but the harvest was not too great.

The reason is very simple. Just like now, there was a stone at the entrance of the cave, and a young man wearing a classical black robe, a pointed soft hat, a wide forehead and a slimming face.

Amon.

The "Engel of Time" seemed to notice the gaze from "Source Castle", raised his head, straightened the monocle glasses made of crystal, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"..." Klein retracted his gaze, his face twitched slightly, "It's so terrifying... Isn't this guy not understanding the past of the Demon Wolf? Is it necessary to destroy all the clues I need? And he only takes a little bit in advance every time..."

If he hadn't been able to beat him, he would want to hang Amon up and beat him up now.

Huh... Klein breathed and immediately returned to the real world.

He wore a black top hat and a dim horse lantern, lifting the projection of historical pores, leaving the mountain without looking back, and going deep into the dead wilderness.

Klein did not hesitate at all, because he had already obtained detailed information from the "Goddess of Night" from the "Goddess of Night" and had enough understanding of the character, style and habits of the "God of Wishes".

The reason why he is still pursuing the past of the Demon Wolf is mainly because he wants to make a verification. After all, the Eastern Continent has been a "land of abandoned gods" for two or three thousand years. The Demon Wolf has been away from the gaze of the "Goddess of Night" for a long time. It is very likely that some personality alienation and style will change. If he completely follows the information provided by the "Goddess of Night" to plan his actions, he will have a high probability of making the mistake of bombing the target with an expired map.

"Under the powerful pressure given by the 'Real Creator' and Amon, the possibility of the shady demon wolf' may be transformed is quite high... Maybe it's still perverted, maybe it's too depressed to be half crazy..." Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The "Dark Demon Wolf" in his words can actually be seamlessly switched to "Krane Moretti" and to "Zhou Mingrui", but the sentence needs to be changed to the future time.

Another reason why Klein insisted on pursuing the past of the Demon Wolf was to try to deceive Amon so that he could hardly guess that he had the key information.

Of course, this may not have deceived the "God of Fraud". Klein's main purpose is to achieve spiritual victory, so as to adjust his overly depressed mental state and not to often find Miss "Justice" for treatment.

Well, at present, the Demon Wolf of the Demon Wolf still maintains the sober and rationality of the middle and late second period, and is not as manic, bloodthirsty, and crazy as he was when he first merged with other extraordinary traits... His most important personality traits seem to have not changed, and he is still so suspicious. Even his secret puppet is not so trusting. Once he decides to migrate, he will leave all the secret puppets he had before and erase the connection... Also, the Demon Wolf of the Demon Wolf seems to have migrated here from the east... As he thought about it, Klein suddenly stopped. In the darkness without stars and red moon, he relied on his spiritual intuition to turn his eyes to a certain place.

His expression gradually became solemn, and he raised his right hand and pressed his half-high silk top hat.

Then, Klein adjusted his direction, looked at his eyes and moved forward step by step.

There is the East.

In the endless darkness, the lantern he was holding dragged out the shadow of loneliness. The knee-length coat on his body was almost the same as the late night in the distance. His pace was faster than before.

…………

Beckland, Queens, Hall's luxury villa.

Audrey sat in front of the dressing table and began to seriously think about how to make the release of the "bait" reasonable.

During this process, she suddenly thought of something.

That is, if you want to "listen" the voices of participants near the extraordinary gatherings, you lack a fast and convenient way.

As a demigod of Sequence 4, she neither can fly nor "teleport", nor can she "jump" secretly with the help of flames. If it is fine late at night, she can use dreams as a springboard to "stop" and can only rely on her feet during the day and evening.

"Well... Actually, I'm not slow, but if I run faster than a steam train, it will definitely attract attention... So many powerful people in Beckland will not lack the existence of seeing through my 'psychological invisibility'... Similarly, in a giant dragon state, I can fly, but this image is too conspicuous... At present, I can only let consciousness and spirits enter the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, and cannot bring my body in..." Audrey thought about it, and could only consider purchasing seals or magical items with "travel" ability, while deciding to travel through dreams where there is dream, and if there is no, walk, take a car, and take the subway.

What a simple demigod... Well, no wonder the full name is demigod and half-human. Those terrible extraordinary abilities are the God's side, and these are the human side... Audrey laughed at herself and pulled her thoughts back on track.

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Beckland, Hilston District.

Sitting by the fireplace, Forth spread a book on his thigh as the base pad for the letter paper.

She held a pen and stared at the horizontal lines on the paper and the tarot cards scattered on the ground, but she couldn't fall down for a long time.

"What's wrong? Don't want to lie to your teacher? No, what you wrote is the truth... Don't want to design your teacher?" Xiu walked over, squatted down, looked up at Forsy's eyes and said.

Fors shook his head:

“No, it’s not because of this problem.

“I feel a little guilty, but I know it’s a good thing for him to the Abraham family.

"I was just hesitating, always feeling that after writing this letter, our destiny will change."

"Ah?" Xiu was a little stunned when he heard this, not very well understanding what his friend meant.

Forsy breathed slowly and said:

"The wars before and now are actually not so dangerous for us. We have enough ability to avoid them, obtain corresponding supplies, and continue to live a peaceful life, so I don't feel that deeply about it.

"We are like people standing next to a torrent, who could have watched everything safely, but after writing this letter, we may be swept into the torrent by the rising waves."

After listening quietly, Xiu opened his mouth and pursed it again:

"If this is not the case, do you think we can avoid the torrent of fate?"

While speaking, she picked up a tarot card from the ground.

The surface of the card depicts an angel blowing a trumpet and a dead man.

"Judgement" card.

Fors looked at this tarot card for a while, closed his eyes, closed his hair, and smiled:

"I see.

"This is our inescapable fate."

After praying to Mr. Fool, after getting the "Magician" card, he was destined to be unavoidable.

The pen in Fors's hand finally fell down and fell on the letter paper.

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Pulitz Port.

Dorian Gray Abraham, who had already left the Fishermen's Association, had changed his identity, opened the letter sent by his students.

During a quick glance, his expression gradually changed from shock, joy, and doubt to horror.

Bang!

Dorian threw away the letter in his hand and knocked down the table in front of him, like a curse on the piece of paper, hiding a monster.

He retreated repeatedly, went to the other side, opened the drawer, took out some things, and then rushed to the door, ready to leave here.

When he put his right palm on the brass handle, Dorian's movement suddenly slowed down and finally freezes.

He turned slowly and turned his eyes to the letter spread on the ground, his eyes quite complicated.
Chapter completed!