"Yes." "Secret" was a little surprised at Klein's sensitivity. His gentle voice paused slightly, and then he nodded slightly and said, "But it's not a big problem, because He doesn't know who 'killed' Him.
Personality clone."
I wonder who did it? Klein seemed to have heard a joke.
They were all killed in the face, how could they not know who did it?
However, he did not delve into the issue further. Instead, he gave it up and changed the topic.
"So what are you going to do with these, uh, these two."
He raised his arm and pointed at the glass container and "toys" on the table.
This seemed to remind "Secret". He stretched out his hand to bring the space fragment wrapped in Angelweed's personality clone in front of him. After hesitating for two seconds, he placed it on the right side of the top of the long table, next to the notes.
The remaining "toy" flew directly into the hands of Ambrosius, who was sitting silently watching the show.
"Lord?" Ambrosius was a little surprised. He moved his fingers around the miniature dragon corpse and looked at the "mystery" above him in confusion.
"This is your trophy, of course it's up to you to handle it." "Secret", who was still in a weak state and with the spirit under him becoming more and more active, waved his hand indifferently.
Having just experienced a battle, his state was out of balance and he urgently needed a short period of rest to stabilize himself.
Although he had promised Klein that he could still attend the tarot meeting, he had no way of experiencing another shock before that.
Klein saw this, because he originally climbed into the gray mist because he mistakenly thought that someone wanted to pray for himself, and had no other purpose. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, he has gained a lot of knowledge for nothing, and has made a lot of money.
Rather than continue to consume spiritual energy and sit in jail above the gray fog with "Mystery" and Ambrosius, it is better to return to reality first, take off the mask, and have a good night's sleep early.
The only drawback is that today is the blood moon. From a mystical perspective, the crazy growth of negative power will make extraordinary people with quick inspiration have many dreams... By coincidence, the "divineers" are those with quick inspiration.
The Extraordinary...
Klein's spirituality spreads and is about to wrap around himself.
It's been a long time since I had a good sleep... Just when he was about to exit the gray mist, the tired "Secret" suddenly raised his hand, looked sideways at his student, and spoke in an ethereal voice.
"Someone is chanting your honorable name."
This is above the spiritual world, a kingdom temporarily occupied by the "God of Mystery". All other prayers will be intercepted by the power above the sequence and then relayed to their masters.
This is especially true for angels on the same path.
"Honorable name?" Ambrosius frowned slightly, feeling as if he had forgotten something.
Almost all the beings who could recite His honorable name died at the end of the Fourth Age. Even the elves who still live on the sea will definitely pray directly to the "Disaster Queen" or directly to the Lord when encountering an emergency.
Pray for a miracle.
Today, today seems to be a blood moon? Ambrosius, who was thinking of something, changed his mind, quickly turned sideways, and said seriously:
"She should be an 'apprentice'. Because she has some relationship with the Abraham family, she will also hear Bethel's ravings during the blood moon. I met her when Backlund was investigating the Uncertain Fog and left her here.
My honorable name."
...
In reality, tonight's Blood Moon is scarier than ever before. The rich blood-red surface is no longer calm. There seems to be invisible waves surging on the moon's surface. The craters are like wide-open eyes.
Watching everything in the world ruthlessly.
All over the world, the power of the negative is growing at an accelerated pace!
Still sitting at the desk, with one leg curled up on the chair and the other swinging along, Forsi bit the end of the pen, frowning slightly, feeling depressed about the calmness of the plot design.
Suddenly, her heart stopped for a beat, and then double the amount of blood surged through her blood vessels in an instant. Loud thumping noises continuously hit her eardrums, blurring her senses and causing her to fall off the chair next to her desk.
Come down.
Her face, which originally showed a hint of lazy beauty, suddenly became distorted and extremely ferocious.
The illusory murmurs are not just on the surface as usual, but penetrate directly into the soul, intermingled with the thumping sound of the blood rushing through. Compared with the demon's depraved whispers, this murmurs come from nowhere.
It is more like the roar of a lost heart, the voice of the spirit itself.
She pressed her ears on both sides in vain, and her head hit the floor hard again and again, making a huge noise.
And enter.
"Forsi!" Xio, who originally thought he would see a gangster or an assassin, looked at his friend who was in great pain, sometimes tense up, sometimes curled up and rolling. The three-edged thorn in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he ran to hug him.
.
"Ah!" Feeling the softness of his body, Forsi, who was already overwhelmed by the pain, bit down on Xio's arm. His sharp teeth easily pierced the skin, causing Xio's tight skin to leak out.
Every drop of bright red blood.
At this time, in the depths of Forsi's pupils, countless lights and shadows were surging and changing in layers. A touch of deep red kept pouring out from the edge of the pupils, seeming to completely dye the light blue that originally had a joking and lazy flavor.
It seemed that just biting her flesh could not completely relieve her pain. Forsi's arms that had been covering her ears in vain suddenly let go, and mercilessly grabbed her hair, curling it slightly.
The brown hair fell out, but it still couldn't keep up with the crazy growth rate of the hair and nails under the blessing of the negative power.
Hugh's wails of pain continued, but she did not let go of her hands that were protecting Forsi. Instead, she used more force, trying to restrain her friend's arms that were pulling her hair to prevent her from further hurting herself.
What's going on? Has Forsi been lying to me?
Didn't she say that the full moon's ravings had no effect on her?
What should we do now, shout Mr. Fool’s honorable name?
No, Mr. Fool said that His name must not be discussed in vain. If I expose His name in front of Forsi, I may be punished...
How can I do?
Under the stimulation of pain, Xio's thoughts became clearer than before, but various methods seemed to have lost their possibility. Thinking over and over again could only lead to deeper despair.
"Hugh?" The bright red blood had dyed Forsi's lips red, and the rusty smell of the blood brought back her consciousness. Although the pain was still there, she finally had the ability to think, and called out her friend in a vague voice.
name.
But this change was fleeting, and soon the spiritual power contained in the extraordinary person's blood aroused her desire. The gleam of clarity that was finally awakened quickly disappeared, and she started biting harder.
Full moon, full moon!
Suddenly, it seemed that the pain was getting worse, which reminded Xiu of his recent experience.
Faced with the current desperate situation, she could only make a desperate move, gritted her teeth and recited the name of the angel of peace.
The other party once pointed out this problem. The angel once said that if Forsi can no longer resist the torture of gibbering one day, she can try to recite his honorable name.
"The spiritual world...and the beloved of time and space."
"The reborn phoenix."
"A pious...chaser in the twilight of the past."
"The great Roman Ambrosius."
His right arm was torn apart by his friend's sharp teeth. Xio, who was almost unconscious, gritted his teeth and shouted out his honorable name intermittently. Then his head suddenly lowered, close to Forsi's hideous and terrifying twisted face, his eyes closed tightly.
Looking forward to a miracle coming.
...
"Is this Miss Judgment?"
As the crimson picture spread out, and the features revealed in the hazy picture, Klein raised his left eyebrow slightly and wondered aloud.
Why would a person who has just become a member of the Tarot Club, and has never even officially participated in a Tarot Club, recite the honorable name of the angel under the "Secret"? This was the first time I really saw the angel of the "Secret"!
In response, "Secret" nodded unequivocally. For the first time, worry appeared in his calm and indifferent eyes. His fingers tapping on the table paused, and then his spirituality spread, pulling the two spiritual bodies together in the picture.
Source Castle.
When did so many strangers appear in Sefirah Castle in a short period of time?
He was a little unhappy, but for the sake of the "face" of Bethel and the "Fallen Mother Goddess", He pulled out the disaster that was about to take shape.
Don’t today’s extraordinary people have any awareness of precautions?
Why do people frequently use spells containing Bethel babble?
Two groups of deep red flashed, "Judgment" and on the seat next to her, two figures with obvious female features were spread out on the chair, panting and holding on to the top of the long bronze table. The situation was not clear for a while.
Compared to Fors, who had no experience at all, Xio was not affected by the gibbering. His arm was bitten to a bloody pulp by his friend. Xio was the first to react. However, after looking around for a week, he couldn't help but fall into a trance again, with a face of confusion.
What is going on? I seem to have indeed seen His Highness the Angel, but why is he above the gray fog, and why are Mr. Fool and Mr. "World" on the left and right.
Just when Xio was doubting his life, the pain in his head gradually subsided, and Forsi, who had recovered his ability to think, raised his head blankly, looking around at the boundless gray fog and majestic palace with the same blank expression, and finally stopped at
On top of the angel opposite.
The light blue eyes that usually coexisted with laziness and joking were only filled with astonishment, and they opened and closed their lips in disbelief, unable to even make a sound.
"Mr. Roman?"
Looking at the mouth shape of the young lady across from him, Ambrosius, who had lived for thousands of years, suppressed the urge to touch his face with his hands, raised his right hand and pointed to his right very respectfully, with his five fingers aligned.
Forsi tilted his head to the right, and first saw his friend who was sitting solemnly on a strange high-backed stone chair. Then he extended his gaze and saw that at the top of the long bronze table, a line was wrapped in thick gray mist, with a low and mysterious momentum.
An unusual figure was looking down at him.
His temperament was deep and terrifying, with absurdity and majesty coexisting at the same time. Just paying attention to him caused Forsi's brain to produce uncontrollable chaos.
He is the same as the one described in the notebook given by Miss Audrey. Just seeing it is like peeking into history.
An Elvish word inevitably appeared in Forsi's mind.