On the round table in the reception room, the crystal "diamond" fragments reflected the bright yellow cast by the sun, and the color of the crystal surface was lost bit by bit, gradually returning to the dissipated gray fog.
"Miss Audrey?"
Audrey, whose beautiful green eyes were still confused, gradually calmed down under Hwen's call.
Are those giant dragons I saw just now?
She recalled the hazy image she had just seen. The "audience's" outstanding memory helped her accurately recall the details of the image, but more areas obscured by gray fog were still blurry.
I remember that on the top of the high-backed chair on the gray fog, the symbol corresponding to the "audience" is an abstract dragon pattern... So the picture just now is probably some kind of abstraction that is often said in psychology.
, a revelation that directly points to the essence?
"This is also an understanding, but in mysticism, more often than not, those phantoms you just saw are called angels, the imprint left by the mythical biological forms in the fog of history."
Suddenly, Hvin Rambis's kind voice interrupted Audrey's thinking. His blue eyes, which had returned to normal, shone with the light of humanity. He calmly stared at the young lady in front of him, and took the initiative to explain the other party's doubts.
The mythical creature form of an angel!
Audrey was frightened by the sudden answer to the question in her mind, and subconsciously puffed up her cheeks childishly.
"Consultant Lambis, casually peeking into a lady's heart is not what a respected gentleman like you should do."
Hwen smiled gently and bowed slightly apologetically.
"I'm sorry. You know, when people get older, they will always be less serious sometimes. I'm sorry for what I just did."
"Anyway, you can make a request that is not too excessive. This is my compensation for my actions just now."
Not too much of a request?
Almost as soon as she heard the other party's promise, several innocent thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind, such as using dreams to fulfill her childhood dreams, or asking the other party to tell her many interesting things in mysticism.
No, why did I think of this in the first place?
These are probably all fantasies that came up when I didn’t know much about mysticism before I joined the Tarot Club.
And if I can really make a request, I should also ask the other party to help me get promoted to "psychiatrist"... But now, many dragon phantoms emerged from the gray fog just now. Consultant Rambis's
After my temperament changed, I seemed to act like a little girl in front of him.
He is like a mirror, reflecting the most childish part of my heart... Suddenly realizing that she was abnormal just now, Audrey adjusted her breathing, then calmed down and re-entered the "audience"
state, with a flawless smile on his face.
"Then, I want to join the Psychological Alchemy Society."
She directly stated her purpose, and this was also the task assigned to her by Mr. Fool.
Instead of taking a gamble and asking the other party to help her become a "psychiatrist", Audrey believed in Mr. Fool, who believed in "equivalent exchange" and was casual and peaceful.
As long as I complete Mr. Fool's mission, I can obtain the "psychiatrist's" potion formula. Apart from the time required to purchase the potion at the Tarot Club, I will only be promoted a week or two later.
She remembered that little "Sun" once said that there was a giant dragon appearing near Silver City, and the potion from the "spectator" route should not be hard to come by.
"This is not an excessive request." Seeing that Audrey's request was so simple, Hvin Rambis, who was no longer "arrogant" in the Psychological Alchemy Society at his core, almost did not hesitate and directly agreed to the other party's request.
From his perspective, this is most likely the meaning of the one above the gray mist.
After a simple balance, He released his control over other creatures in the villa and said softly:
"This Saturday, my students will hold an academic seminar on psychology. I wonder if Miss Audrey is interested in participating."
"I'm honored." Audrey quickly followed the other person's thoughts and agreed with a smile.
She picked up the coffee in front of her and took a sip. Her movements were graceful and she glanced at Susie who was still squatting at the door.
Woof?
Susie, who saw her master having a lively conversation with the old man across from her just now, suddenly felt the questioning gaze. Not only did she tilt her head, but her round eyes were full of doubts.
...
The crowded freighter screamed and blew its whistle, clumsily approaching the shore. Waves of hot air spewed out from the tall cylindrical chimney, dyeing the sky at the East District Pier white.
In front of the small building where a serious murder case had occurred before, a disguised Klein watched the aftermath of the Church of the Night Nighthawks from a distance. In the two-story building of the Dock Union, figures in white coats came and went.
.
It seems that Lanervus should have made two preparations at that time. No matter when the church launched an encirclement and suppression, he would have a group of natural hostages...
Looking at the iron barrels piled up at the door of the dock union building and guarded by dedicated personnel, Klein couldn't help but shake his head.
Without even turning on his spiritual vision for confirmation, Klein could conclude that it must be full of "seeds" that Aurora would use to make flesh bombs.
After confirming that Louis Evans was harmless to him, Klein wanted to investigate Capin, a notorious human trafficker.
Whether it was the activities he accidentally learned about at Golden Rose or the inhumane evidence in the photos, it was enough to sentence this scumbag who made illegal money to death.
And after divination, I didn’t find anything strange in the photo and the corresponding notes... After seeing that the church had completed most of the aftermath work, Klein nodded his cane and walked slowly in the opposite direction.
About to leave.
The place where he was standing now was actually a gathering place for homeless workers who had not found any jobs on the dock waiting for the foreman to pick someone. The smell was not pleasant.
Looking at the middle-aged people of different looks huddled up on both sides of the road, compared to them, Klein, who was wearing a black double-breasted coat and holding a cane, looked like an aristocratic gentleman from Queens, not unlike the East End.
The cold and dirty feeling is out of place.
Alas, the sorrow of the industrial age. No wonder Emperor Russell said that the industrial revolution he started eventually became a breeding ground for evil gods. The church's relief can only take care of young children and the truly seriously ill. As for more,
The workers who are suffering due to poverty can only lament helplessly.
In the despair of life, even if gods really exist, it will be difficult for ordinary civilians to maintain their faith, and various cultists will take advantage of it and lead them into a darker abyss.
This is the reason why in many cases, the Aurora Society cannot be truly eliminated even though it is hostile to all churches and is encircled and suppressed together.
The reality is ironic. In these places, it is easier for them to gain mass base than the church.
Klein's eyes swept across the different faces, and he easily found their hidden similarities.
Numb, malnourished, dark and skinny...
Suddenly, his gaze paused for a second longer on a figure with gray temples.
"My name is Kohler. This is all the money I have. You can find me at the pier."
That night, the vague old voice echoed in Klein's ears again.
He stopped in confusion and walked past the people on the roadside who looked at him with either surprise or expectation.
"Are you familiar with the streets of the East End?"
Kohler, who had only eaten one meal in two days, lowered his head in confusion. It wasn't until Klein asked again that he slowly raised his head and looked at the "gorgeous" gentleman in front of him in disbelief.
"Are you talking about me? Yes, of course I am familiar with it. I have lived here for more than twenty years. Various..."
"Very good, I need a guide." Klein, who didn't want to look into the bloodshot eyes, pulled up his half-high silk hat and accurately threw a sole coin into Kohler's hand.
This...feeling the coldness in his hands, old Kohler, who only had a shabby dark blue worker's uniform on his body, shook his head violently. After confirming that he was not dreaming, his legs trembled and he swayed hard.
He stood up and trotted to follow him under the envious eyes of other workers.
"Sir, wait for me!"
Under the not too fierce sunlight, old Kohler's thin and thin shadow dragged very long, and another black shadow wearing a top hat left two long traces on the ground.
............
Sunia Sea, on an island with an extinct volcano
Alger stood with his hands behind his back on the wooden plank road extending from the middle of the volcano. His powerful eyesight, enhanced by the magic potion, allowed him to see clearly the sailors' faces on the ships with masts and furled sails at the pier on the edge of the island.
Small actions.
This is the gathering place for the "Pirate Conference" created by the King of the Five Seas using his extraordinary abilities and sealed objects.
Inside the huge extinct volcano, the twisting power combined with the original cavity directly transformed a stalactite grotto into a party hall. The plank road where the Hanged Man was standing was an external platform built by special manpower for the convenience of getting up and down.
Some large areas extending from the mountainside are also used as temporary places for dispute resolution during gatherings.
Except for several pirate generals and four pirate kings, the other pirates received the news of the opening of the conference a week ago.
Oh, although this is to protect the navies and churches of various countries, but as far as I know, among the pirate generals, there are some insiders with similar status to me... It seems that the attitude of those big shots towards the King of the Five Seas
It's also quite subtle. Is this because they think he can effectively maintain a certain order at sea, so they acquiesce to his status?
Suddenly, an exclamation that could be heard even in the center of the island interrupted his thoughts.
Alger, who was looking out, frowned visibly. Looking from his direction, he could clearly see the tense scene of four pirate ships confronting each other in front of the dock.
Illusive flames spread across the sea, and the flames that appeared out of thin air separated the four confronting pirate ships from other ships in a ring, like a cage.
"Golden Dream, did Vice Admiral Iceberg take action just now?" Alger, who was standing in an excellent viewing position, whispered softly, his hands behind his back unknowingly holding white marks.
In the raging fire, Vice Admiral Iceberg, Admiral Blood, Admiral Star, and Admiral Hell fought in separate battles. Among them, Vice Admiral Iceberg and Admiral Star, who were both female, moved their ships very close to each other, seeming to join forces to fight against the other two.
The meaning of pirate general.
On the Black Tulip, the dark green undead were covering the area, and Alger could only vaguely see the General of Hell, whose face was covered with a silver mask, raising his sword.
Suddenly, a frost spear penetrated the illusory flame wall, and the battlefield that was about to break out was silenced for an instant.
Edwina, who had put up a partition, looked back and saw that the high wall of illusory flames instantly opened a gap, and a ship with high black sails slowly sailed in.
"Everyone, I'm not late, right?" On the long pole of the Black Death's bow, Tracy, wearing an off-white shirt, had her right arm exposed and covered by a bandage, pointing forward, with the frost spear in her palm ready to go.