The crimson color in front of his eyes slowly dissipated. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand and gently swept away the remaining severe pain. Forsi stood up unsteadily and saluted Mogami from memory:
"You saved my life again, Mr. Fool."
As she said that, she opened her eyes and looked at the too thick gray fog blocking Mr. Fool, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Although in normal Tarot meetings, Mr. "The Fool" would also use a thick layer of gray fog to block his true appearance, or perhaps the layer of gray fog itself is a special kind of blinding method, which only gives the most suitable human perception.
You know, an image that is easy for ordinary people to accept. After all, existences that have reached the level of true gods are not necessarily humanoid creatures.
"do not worry about it."
Leaning on the backrest, the "mystery" of pollution and blackening that still remained on his pale body responded calmly, making the gray fog in front of him become a little thicker without any trace.
Forsi stood there in a daze for a while. Forsi, who had not waited for Mr. The Fool's words, was a little embarrassed. His eyes wandered to both sides. After a moment of confusion, his light blue eyes looked at the reaction of The Fool.
He carefully sat back in his seat.
If she hadn't considered that this place was above the gray fog, she would have preferred to lie down flat on her back at this moment, so that her tortured brain could get enough rest.
It would be nice if you gave me a glass of wine or cold sweet iced tea at this time... Of course, more expensive coffee is also good, such as the coffee from Southwell...
In the giant palace-like palace where silence prevailed, Forsi sat with his eyes empty and daydreamed. His hands habitually grabbed the table and encountered a somewhat familiar touch.
In the aftermath of the disaster, her thoughts were completely out of control, and she began to create a new document in her mind. The writer, who was about to conceive a story, hooked her fingers, grasped the hard piece, and brought it to her mouth very skillfully and took a sip.
It is indeed a good coffee, and the temperature is also very good, and ice cubes are added. I feel that my head is not so painful now... The irritating coldness infected my lips, and the writer lady who had made her dream come true suddenly froze.
Standing on the same spot, his glazed eyes slowly moved downwards little by little, and finally stopped on the cup of coffee that appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the most satisfying iced coffee in your memory."
The soft and soothing voice of Mr. "Fool" gently slipped into the ear. The writer's vagina began to tremble like clockwork. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably. With her butt as the center of the circle, her rather stiff body turned to gray.
The "Fool" behind the fog.
Is this cup of coffee prepared by Mr. Fool?
Forsi began to wonder if he had died in the horrific murmurs, and now all this was just an phantom that existed in the kingdom of the God of Steam and Machinery. Forsi's eyes were dull, and his movements could not help but become cautious.
Is Mr. "Fool" finally going to devour my soul? Will I be punished by seeing other gods in the kingdom of God... Forsi's head is filled with unreasonable thoughts.
After climaxing for a while, I realized that the palace with thin gray mist was still calm. Mr. Fool did not use his power to steal his soul at the next moment, and the God of Steam and Machinery did not tear apart the illusion and send down divine punishment. Iced coffee
The chill that emerged still irritated my lips, and even its mellow fragrance had conquered my taste buds.
Taking another sip of coffee, Forsi, who was sure that nothing had happened, gradually put down his guard, secretly looked at the silent god at the top, and puffed a bubble in the coffee.
...
Holding the warm coffee in his hand, Klein said in surprise as he used the warmth to resist the coldness of Backlund's early winter.
"The Pier Gang almost caught Caspars before?"
In the hotel room with the doors and windows closed and the curtains covering the moonlight, Maric, who had not yet recovered from the effects of the sedative, slumped in a chair and spoke weakly.
"He was greedy for the bar business. He didn't follow Sharon and I's advice. He only contacted a few trustworthy bartenders in the bar. He thought nothing would happen and moved back arrogantly. If Jacks hadn't happened to be nearby, you would have participated tomorrow.
During the Extraordinary Party, you should have heard that he hanged himself from the beam of the bar."
Listening to Maric's explanation, Klein shook his head silently.
If he followed his habits and knew that there was a demigod-level enemy chasing behind him, he might not contact acquaintances in the bar. At most, he would just leave the password and prepare three or more possible contact points.
in case for need.
"Jacks, does that demigod have the habit of squatting?"
Now that he has regained contact with Sharon and Maric, Klein is not very concerned about the destruction of the contact point of the Brave Bar. He is more concerned about whether tomorrow's Extraordinary gathering will be affected by this.
The "Werewolf" trait I acquired previously has not been used yet. In this week's Tarot meeting, due to the matter of the little "Sun", I have not found a suitable opportunity.
No matter whether Jacks sets up an ambush near the bar or not, after he leaves Backlund's energy, the "werewolf" characteristic cannot take down the gray mist...
"Probably not. Although the people of the 'Sexualists' are crazy enough, it doesn't mean they can't think." The listless Maric thought for a while.
"Although the level of the party you attended is low, and most of them are wild Extraordinaries who have no official connections, but if there is big news that more than a dozen Extraordinaries died suddenly in Backlund, other wild Extraordinaries who heard the news will
The perpetrators will only make everyone feel in danger, thinking that this is a signal for the official to take action, thus causing greater chaos."
Maric raised his body with some effort, took out a metal wine bottle from his arms, and poured two sips into his mouth.
"If Jacks is really reckless and causes this kind of trouble to the three major churches who are angry, he may directly face the three demigods joining forces to pursue him. He will not do this."
Also, there is a difference between demigods and demigods. Although they also have the support of true gods, the "Rose School" is the same as the "Aurora Society". The true gods behind them cannot move at will, cannot provide help in time, and cannot act in any way.
Be more careful... After thinking for a while, Klein accepted Maric's statement.
"Then what are you going to do next? Leave Backlund, or continue to deal with Jacks through the pressure created by the official church?"
Finally, Klein asked the question that mattered most to him.
After dispersing the fatigue of the sedatives with strong alcohol, Maric regained some strength and frowned, his chest rising and falling with the inner tangle.
"We will not leave Backlund."
Sharon's invisible figure reappeared on a higher table, and her ice-crystal light blue eyes returned to being inorganic.
Glancing at Mariic who nodded in agreement, she motioned to her companion to explain on her behalf:
"Backlund's huge population base is a natural cover, and the complicated forces of the official and secret organizations can also contain Jax to a certain extent." Maric said his opinion, his eyebrows still slightly frowned, obviously still hesitant.
"But again, the will of these forces is not controllable. Although the current situation is conducive to our hiding, the initiative is not in our own hands."
Moreover, both are "alien" paths. In the eyes of the church, both the "indulgence sect" and the "temperance sect" are heretics and must be eliminated... Klein silently completed Maric's
In the second half of the sentence, he nodded seriously.
"I can provide some help if needed."
He took out a pen and paper from his pocket, scrawled down the contact information with Yin En, gave a code that was enough to gain Yin En's trust, and handed it to Maric.
"This is the contact information of one of my assistants. You can contact me through him."
When he and Yin En went to the Brave Bar for the first time, Caspars knew about their relationship, and it would not affect anything if he voluntarily handed over Yin En's contact information.
Maric looked at the two lines of content on the note and hesitated a little, but quickly adjusted his attitude and turned to muttered:
"thank you for your help."
............
In a mansion in Backlund's West District.
The moist control left traces on the weeds in the corner, blown by the breeze that came from nowhere. The original basement space was replaced by an ancient-style building, and candles with blue flames were neatly arranged and distributed in the corridor.
Both sides.
Under the guidance of Baron Casimi, Emlyn moved forward along this passage, and finally came to a closed black coffin.
"Go in, grandpa is waiting for you."
Baron Casimi, who appeared to be in his thirties but had actually experienced more than two hundred years, pointed to the space behind the hollow arch and raised his chin.
I'm about to meet a marquis... Unprecedented tension oppressed Emlyn. He subconsciously checked his dress again, and after making sure it was not out of shape, he straightened his back step by step and walked closer.
The black coffin was as heavy as made of black iron, and its surface was densely covered with many symbolic symbols and magic signs.
After Casimi Audra, who was standing under the arch, reported, a deep and old voice slowly came from the coffin:
"Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?"
"Dear Lord Nibais, I think you are planning to get rid of the psychological suggestion in me." Emlyn recalled the draft that he had rehearsed countless times in the past few days, and paused before responding.
Because he was afraid of unnecessary conflicts between the species and the Earth Mother Goddess Church, he once told the priest the news that Lord Nibais had summoned him.
Although the priest said that he would not hinder Emlyn from finding a way to remove psychological suggestions, Emlyn could not help but think about the worst outcome and devised several tricks in the past few days.
It's a pity that Moriarty hasn't come to church recently, otherwise a despicable guy like him would definitely be able to find a better solution... Emlyn, who lacks friends, can't even find someone to communicate with.
.
Emlyn's slightly feminine voice still echoed in the basement. The Vampire Marquis in the coffin was silent for a long time before he chuckled in a drawled voice:
"This is one of the purposes, but it is just an additional reward after the mission I will talk about is successful."
Before Emlyn showed interest, the deep old voice said to himself:
"Some big things happened in the occult before. The ancestor sent down an oracle for this purpose and gave enlightenment to every member of the vampire family above count."
"Ancestor? She, she has recovered?"
This time, not only Emlyn, but also Qasimi, who was standing under the arch, shouted excitedly, breaking the solemn silence in the basement.
"No, not yet, but the ancestor has announced the omen of her return. At the important moment when the end is approaching, she hopes that we will be prepared for this and complete the key to her revelation."
Nibais paused deliberately, and then said slowly in a provocative tone:
"Emlyn White, you are one of the keys mentioned in the revelation."
"What!"
Ignoring his grandson's stupidity and fuss, Nibais raised his voice and continued:
"As a vampire who remembers the glory of history, you should be familiar with the mysterious existence of an ancient sun god before the cataclysm."
Nibais was still going on, his ears were buzzing, and Emlyn, who no longer received any information from the outside world, stared blankly at the ground, with only one sentence repeating in his mind.
"The ancestor chose me, and I am the key to the end?"
"Emlyn White, are you willing to bear the weight of this honor?"
Ah? Another raised deep voice woke up Emlyn, who was intoxicated in his own little world. He raised his eyes in a daze, but maintained the pride that should be expected of the Chosen One, and raised his chin slightly.
He faced the coffin in front of him with neither humility nor arrogance.
"Lord Nibais?"
The Marquis in the coffin suddenly fell into silence. Seeing silence, Emlyn felt that a line of sight cast from the darkness seemed to be looking at him in a very complicated way. After a while, the Marquis continued:
"I hope you can find an opportunity to pray to the 'God of Mysteries', or in other words, to her new identity..."
"The 'Fool's' Prayer."
...
"Grandfather, was Emlyn really chosen by the ancestors?" After sending Emlyn away in a hurry, Qasimi, who finally no longer had to endure the arrogant and stinky face of "I am the chosen ancestor", hurried back underground.
He looked at his grandfather's coffin and asked in shock.
"Idiot! Emlyn White doesn't even have a title. Why would the ancestor regard him as the key?"
Nibais's reprimand came mercilessly, and Qasimi, who had not been treated in this tone by his grandfather for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief.
He smoothed his chest, adjusted his breathing, and asked respectfully in a tone that was no longer as calm as before:
"Then why do you say that and let him think that he is favored by the ancestor."
The black coffin shook slightly, and the Marquis who was sleeping inside had a smile on his face.
"What kind of god do you think the 'God of Mysteries' is?"
"As a being with the most bizarre abilities, she did not have a large-scale belief in the second era. Many of her beliefs were worshiped out of fear. They called her the 'King of Thousand Faces' and the 'Player of Fate'
, 'Gateway to Deep Space', these are the names still recorded in ethnic documents."
"Faced with such an existence, how can I trick Emlyn White into reciting that honorable name without a sufficient reason?"
Kasimi nodded reluctantly, nodded and thought, then seemed to think of something, and said with a slight frown on his eyebrows:
"But didn't that person fall asleep at the end of the Fourth Age?"
"And I don't seem to have seen that being called 'The Fool'. The honorific name you just gave Emlyn White doesn't seem to be the one in the record."
Facing his grandson's question, Nibais smiled softly.
"That is the honorific name included in the mutant teachings promoted by the Aurora Society in the East District recently."
"If the 'God of Mysteries' is still asleep, this honorable name must be false and fabricated, but if she has awakened, or is out of control, she has broken through the restrictions."
"Isn't it a good deal to use the life of an ordinary vampire to test the status of a mythical creature?"
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