"It's Monday again..." Klein, who had completely recovered from the trauma caused by Lanerwus, was standing at the edge of the apartment window, quietly watching Baker, who was still radiated by the rain.
Rand.
After returning from the East District, Mr. Aiglon, who was responsible for conveying Prince Edsaco's will, specifically reminded Klein about the move.
His attitude was so tough that Klein had to put aside his original plan. He could only spend the entire Sunday packing up in the apartment. Only during dinner in the afternoon did he take the opportunity to meet Ian on the steam subway platform and agree to go together tomorrow.
A gathering of Mr. "Eye of Wisdom".
Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted coat and a "stand-in" on his wrist, took out a rather flashy gold pocket watch from the inside of the coat and stared at it for a while.
There are still ten minutes left before the Tarot session starts. This will be the first Tarot session in which I will control the "world" myself...
Klein wasted no time, immediately tightened the curtains and walked towards the innermost part of the apartment.
He stood on the edge of the bed, taking four steps backwards with familiarity, and a vague gray mist gradually appeared around him.
The slowly flowing light gray mist was still peaceful. Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool and looked around. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the "mysterious" aura.
He habitually placed his right hand on the surface of the long bronze table and tapped it regularly.
"There is indeed something wrong with his state. Is the spirit also facing the risk of losing control?"
"According to his explanation, the divinity that gradually overwhelms reason, as well as the remaining spirit within the extraordinary characteristics, are the poisons that are extremely feared by ordinary extraordinary people from sequence nine to the gods with authority. The 'mystery' itself is
The extraordinary characteristics of possession, who do they originally belong to, and where do they originate?”
Klein thought about the various knowledge he had obtained from "Mysterious" from the destination, combined with the conclusions drawn from long-term observation, his brows tightened bit by bit, almost knitting together.
This question, which was almost impossible to answer, made his face look extremely heavy and difficult to relieve.
Almost all the information in his inference just now comes from the "mystery" itself, and cannot be regarded as an objective and extensive inference.
Moreover, limited by his own knowledge, he currently does not know the conditions required to advance to the gods themselves.
"Whether it is possible rituals, or the required extraordinary characteristics or potion materials, as a Sequence Eight, thinking about these things is almost fantasy." Klein rubbed his temples and looked at the display on his pocket watch.
As time passes, spirituality spreads.
The crimson star symbolizing the "sun" trembles in advance. In the gradually expanding picture, the little "sun", which avoids other people's sight in the dark, is staying in a corner where the specific position cannot be seen, curled up and closing its eyes.
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Klein's right hand, which was constantly tapping on the table, fell heavily. Opposite it, at the bottom of the table, "The World" wearing a pitch-black robe quietly appeared, his eyes indifferent, but not dull.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, on all the high-backed stone chairs with their owners, dazzling crimson balls burst out silently, enough to cover everyone's prying eyes.
In the grand and tall palace, the vague figures of "Justice", "The Hanged Man", "The Sun", "Judgement" and "The Magician" were dyed slightly red, from virtual to real.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" Audrey smiled sweetly, stood up and saluted, greeting each member in order.
Klein, who was sitting in the "Fool" position, did not interrupt. Instead, he felt some rare relaxation and leaned back slightly, leaning on the backrest.
When the greeting session was over and all the members stopped speaking, he lightly knocked on the table and said in a mellow voice:
"I have a mission here."
He did not directly say what reward he would give. First of all, through the power of "mystery", the "Fool" no longer needed to prove his strength. Secondly, the gods did not need to propose such vulgar things.
Alger, who was already completing various tasks, focused his gaze, but still suppressed his curiosity, and cast his gaze less obviously on "Justice", implying expectation.
He was not disappointed. Audrey was silent for only a second and then replied firmly:
"Please issue a mission."
Klein raised his right hand slightly, and an extremely clear "portrait" emerged from the gray fog. After splitting, it appeared in front of each member.
Among the colorful patterns, a man with sharp edges and a sarcastic smile occupies the center of the painting.
Klein lowered his voice and said calmly:
"He stole part of the authority of the true Creator and was the culprit behind the birth of the children of God. He is now in Backlund, hiding in the Dock Guild. You need to confirm his status and then convey the news to the church.
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Due to the unique relationship between "Mystery" and the real Creator, it is difficult for Klein to create the illusion that "The Fool" hates this suspected fallen Creator. He can only make up the current situation and pretend that Mr. "The Fool" punishes those who harm the interests of allies.
By.
But this way, it really smells more and more like an evil god, and I don’t know if it will make the members of the Tarot Society feel jealous... Klein secretly sighed, this was a sign of a pair of people who accepted the "secret"
"A compromise that brings convenience.
Relay to church?
Alger was suddenly startled and subconsciously felt the contradiction in this sentence.
Mr. "Fool" himself controls several angels and demigods. I remember that the murderers who planned the Tingen incident were a former archbishop who defected and the other was only a Sequence Eight. How could they steal the authority of God!
Even if they have stolen part of the authority of the true Creator, how can these extraordinary beings who are not even half-body contend with a complete mythical creature, an angel?
But the next second, Alger gave up the idea and broke into a cold sweat behind his back.
He was actually speculating on the will of the gods just now!
How can I question Mr. Fool? Even if we think from a mortal perspective, big shots have enemies that they don't need to do themselves and hand over to their subordinates... Aljack suppressed the urge to tremble and lowered his head.
In a sense, he is now more afraid of "The Fool" than the Storm Lord. After all, His Majesty the Pope will not pay attention to the trends of his mission!
Audrey, who was in Backlund and had certain resources under her control, noticed Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s reaction and looked sideways with some curiosity.
"Hey, Mr. "The Hanged Man" is scared?"
Audrey raised her left eyebrow slightly, then returned her energy to the portrait, shaking her head slightly.
Although it is more convenient for her to contact the higher-ups of the church, and she can entrust others to determine the status of Lanerwus, this kind of information about the dock area is obviously not something that an underage noble lady can master, so she can only read it.
See, you can't take over the task yourself.
Derrick, who was sitting next to the Hanged Man, was absentmindedly staring at the portrait in front of him in a daze, but his thoughts had already flown to other places.
Klein, who was sitting upright, resisted the urge to frown and shifted his gaze to the positions of "Judgment" and "Magician".
I found that these two low-ranking ladies were also in a state of confusion and had not yet made up their minds.
Sigh... Klein sighed and added:
"Although he has usurped the authority of the true Creator, he has not been greatly promoted and will not be in great danger."
After giving the hint, Klein looked at the members sitting down and felt cruel, but in the end, in order to maintain the majesty of the god, he did not continue to increase the weight.
There was a wordless silence above the gray fog.
After a full minute, Xio, who kept communicating with Forsi with his eyes, straightened his body, looked sideways at the "Fool" at the top, and said in a respectful tone:
"Great Mr. Fool, I am willing to accept your commission."
As an "arbiter" with a foundation in the East District, she is willing to take risks in order to repay divine favor.
Seeing that a member finally accepted the mission, Klein nodded slowly and immediately stopped talking about the matter.
Miss Judgment couldn't help but look at Forsi beside her, and found that her friend happened to be looking over as well, and their eyes met.
Alger, who had adjusted his mentality, took advantage of the buffer time for "Judgment" to take over the task. He did not remain silent anymore. He bowed to the supreme leader humbly and restrained his emotions and said:
"This time it is still six pages of Emperor Russell's notes. I will give the last page to you as soon as possible after the meeting."
The unreasonable speculation he had just made made him panic, and he decided not to push the last page of the diary to the next week.
"Okay." Klein nodded gently, not acting too hastily.
After receiving the approval, Alger quickly gathered his energy and used the strong thoughts in his mind to condense a six-page diary in front of him.
Klein saw that the diary was quickly "written" and with a wave of his right hand, the six pieces of paper suddenly disappeared and appeared in his hand.
Suppressing all the thoughts in his heart, Klein looked down calmly and scanned the first line of text.
He quickly skimmed over Russell's emotions about his children's different choices on the extraordinary path. Most of his energy was focused on the words that appeared in Zaratul, and he couldn't help but slow down his reading speed.
"Zarathul said that Bonova would become a lovely angel... If I remember correctly, among the current church leaders of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, there is a big shot who is suspected to be a descendant of Emperor Russell
exist......"
If this high-ranking figure is an angel who doesn't have to worry about his lifespan, he might really be the emperor's youngest son.
From this point of view, Zaratul or an angel-level "divineer", even in the field involving angels, can still have a glimpse of the future to a certain extent.
But why, in the previous diary, Zaratul said that fate is not the main component of "divineer". If there really is a sequence with "fate" as the main component, how far can he achieve it?
Klein shook his head and controlled the divergence of his thoughts. As the time spent with the "mystery" continued to lengthen, he had an unstoppable desire to explore high-level knowledge about the mysterious world.
However, it was clearly stated by Zaratul that Bernadette would become a great figure in the extraordinary world. What kind of identity does Bernadette play now? What level has the so-called great figure reached?
Klein, who was sitting in an increasingly casual posture, turned the pages of his diary and read the family secrets of Emperor Russell, which left him a little unfinished.