The gas lamp on the desk struggled to maintain the moderately bright lighting in the duty room. Klein sat on the wooden chair in front of the desk, closing his eyes tightly as Old Neil once taught him, and sketched a picture in his mind.
Another image of stacked light balls pulled my mind into the tranquility brought by "meditation".
He was sitting in the duty room, in an absolutely quiet environment, and the sound of the second hand of the silver-white pocket watch on his body was clearly audible, ticking away the time that would never come back.
After an unknown amount of time, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded in Klein's ears, calling him back to consciousness.
Who is praying at this time? Klein did not respond immediately. Instead, he took out a silver pocket watch with embossed branches and branches from his arms, and opened the cover with a snap.
Sixteen seventeen.
It is impossible for me to respond to "believers" in the goddess's church... Klein shook his neck, which was slightly aching from sitting for a long time, and decided to ignore this prayer.
Although the goddess may have discovered the existence of Gray Mist and guessed the fact that he was playing the role of a god, this is completely different from allowing him to respond to "believers" in his church. Even if he lived in a society dominated by materialism before, he would not
Ryan also knew very well that it was impossible for a god to allow such behavior to happen under his eyes. This was tantamount to provocation and blasphemy!
Klein randomly found a novel from the duty room outside Chanis's door that was probably placed here by Sika, and read the "Vinland War Chronicles" written by Emperor Roselle, hoping to use it to make him better.
Forget about the prayer that has been lingering in your ears.
Spreading the book with a dark blue cover and painted with wave patterns on the table, Klein read every word in the book carefully.
This is undoubtedly a good story. It is a story about pirates and a story about Vikings.
Just after Klein finished reading the first few chapters and understood the background story, another wave of obviously richer prayers began to echo in his ears.
Klein ignored the prayers and continued his
Well, it is indeed a good story. The male protagonist’s father was a powerful warrior, but in order to protect the male protagonist, he died in an ambush. In order to take revenge, the male protagonist began to follow his father-killing enemy and prepared to kill him in the challenge.
Drop him.
Then came the male protagonist... Another call of prayer that was equally strong but different from the previous ones squeezed into Klein's mind, interrupting his reading train of thought.
Who is this, the co-author of Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and even the Sun seem to have agreed to pray when I am on duty at Chanis Gate, right?
Klein continued to choose to ignore it and continued reading until midnight. When Leonard came to replace him, he returned to Narcissus Road with freedom and returned to the room that he had longed for.
He looked at the neatly tidied room by the maid Bella, stared at the spotless and soft-looking bed, forced himself to look away, cheered up, and took out everything from under his desk for decoration.
Ritual objects.
The pure silver holy dagger was filled with spirituality. As Klein's arms continued to move, it gradually covered the entire room, creating a standard spiritual wall.
After doing all this, he walked four steps backwards, expertly passed through the roars and murmurs, and entered above the gray mist.
As soon as he sat at the head of the long bronze table, he didn't even bother to observe the state of the gray fog, and directly spread his spirituality, first touching the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice.
Crimson light flashed, and a blurry picture appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and the sweet pleading voice of Miss Justice rang in his ears.
...
"Dear Mr. Fool, I beg you to listen."
"I recently took the opportunity to escape from the protection of my family and paid the commission fee to two friends whom I entrusted with, so my father increased the surveillance on me to prevent me from being harmed by Qilingers' possible accomplices.
So I want to ask for leave from you. In order not to expose the existence of the Tarot Club, I hope you can approve me not to attend next week's Tarot Club."
Getting rid of the protection at home... Klein imagined what his reaction would be if Melissa made a similar move, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at the blurry picture.
Through the fog, he saw the giant bathtub dotted with petals and rippling water, and Miss Justice with a white bath towel wrapped around her chest.
After just one glance, he quickly ended the picture of Miss Justice and touched the star corresponding to "The Hanged Man".
The "pirate" who is still stranded in Backlund and is preparing funds and supplies to get rid of the impact of the Qilinges incident and prepare to go to sea to look for promotion opportunities is also asking for leave. He will be attending meetings of the Church of Storms in the past few days.
and spent time in collective actions, unable to participate in Tarot meetings in secret.
"What kind of meeting is this? Are I talking about life ideals with little 'Sun'?" Klein couldn't help but sigh. With the last bit of hope in his heart, he extended his spirituality and checked the contents of "Sun"'s prayer.
In the picture, this "child" who is already taller than most people is curled up in an unnoticed corner with his hands clasped together.
"Dear Mr. Fool, I recently discovered a very strange thing. Elder Lovia in our Silver City's 'Six-person Council' seems to be related to a city-state that believes in dragons. She may have been killed by a man who claimed to be 'not
The evil god of Ringer was polluted. I was in the library that day and saw her praying to a holy symbol engraved with three dragons."
The belief in evil gods appeared in Silver City... Klein was not surprised that similar incidents occurred in this city-state. After all, for people in the darkness, any bit of light is worth their efforts, just like everyone
Anyone who is drowning will struggle, this is human nature.
However, considering that the "Land Abandoned by the Gods" was his important channel, and that Little "Sun" was also an important member of the Tarot Society, he still "dutifully" divined matters concerning Elder Lovia.
"That Elder Lovia believed in an evil god..."
The citrine pendant stored above the gray fog continued to rotate. Just when Klein wanted to give up, it miraculously stopped and slowly turned counterclockwise several times.
the answer is negative.
"That's not right. Logically speaking, this kind of divination without information will not be successful. I'm just trying." Klein looked at the citrine in his hand with some confusion and fell into deep thought.
Generally speaking, in terms of divination rules, events that lack prophetic information cannot be divination. Unless the divination thing has a certain connection with oneself, no results can be obtained.
So that so-called evil god is related to me?
"No, if it has something to do with me, the gray mist will produce feedback. This cannot be a prayer to the 'God of Mystery'. That person's direction will probably be connected to the gray mist."
Klein, who was holding a silver chain in his right hand and looking at the citrine pendant, continued to think.
"Those should be some connections left by the 'God of Mysteries' when he was still in the 'Land Abandoned by Gods', and the three giant dragons are probably not pointing to him, nor to that angel. Among his four angels
It is not described as a dragon."
Klein thought of this, glanced at the blurry picture that had been floating in front of him, nodded slightly, responded to their prayers, and added in a low voice at the end:
"The next meeting is cancelled."
............
Inside the Silver City training ground shrouded in lightning.
Derrick, who was standing among a group of teenagers who were taller than him and similar in age, suddenly froze, and his eyes blurred into a deep red.
He saw the thick fog and Mr. Fool standing above the thick fog. He looked at this man in the palace like a giant's residence and solemnly said:
"She does not believe in evil gods now, so there is no need to worry about the three giant dragons now."
"The next party is cancelled."
Derrick's vision was the first to recover. He adjusted his somewhat awkward stance, but the sound still echoed in his ears.
Great, Elder Lovia did not betray Silver City, and the dragon was not an evil god... Derrick's heart was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart, which moved the young man's face.
Everyone couldn't help but smile.
He and his companions around him lined up neatly, and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the mature woman with silver-gray curly hair standing in front of the queue.
Suddenly, the smile on Derrick's face froze, and he found that Elder Lovia, whom he mentioned just now, was also looking at him.
This elder with gorgeous eyebrows and smooth white skin suddenly gave Derrick a gentle smile. The emotions in his lavender eyes were very complicated.
Derrick, who was standing in the team, lowered his head suddenly, and the clothes on his back instantly became wet.
............
After responding to several of his "believers", Klein quickly left the gray fog without staying for a moment.
For a time, the tall stone high-backed chair became empty and lost its owner.
Until a burst of deep red suddenly appeared, and a human figure blended into the surrounding gray mist.
He tentatively stretched out his right hand, tugged on the empty air, and pulled out a scene in the real world.
A one-eyed man with a face like an ancient sculpture was leaning over the desk, holding an old quill in his hand and writing something continuously.
This hazy and illusory figure watched all this silently, with a few bright stars emerging from his right hand.
As soon as these stars appeared, they changed their shape, twisted and shrunk, forming independent words, connected in a chain shape, and wrapped around the arm of the illusory figure.
As His wrist turned, the laws written by Xinghui were forcibly amplified, affecting the corresponding reality in the pores of history through the air.
After doing all this, His figure immediately dissipated, the historical scenes floating in the void were shattered, and the gray fog returned to the eternal silence.
............
The next day, the mentally exhausted Klein was still unconscious in his sleep and was about to wake up.
Just when he dreamed that he had just stepped out of the elevator and was about to open the door and go inside to enjoy his wonderful weekend, the whole dream suddenly overturned, and the moonlight outside the window was once again dyed crimson.
He saw the captain standing in front of him, his reflection reflected in his deep gray eyes.