The deep crimson quickly covered Xio's eye masks, and the spirituality that emerged from history enveloped her champagne-colored spirit body, instantly entering the depths of the spiritual world and traveling to the infinite heights above the seven rays of pure light.
On a high-backed chair on the right side of the long bronze table, the illusive and hazy constellation symbols were quickly reorganized and transformed into a strange symbol made of a mixture of scales and the sword of judgment. The spirit body of Hugh Dilcha was there.
The light of the crimson stars gradually solidified. Xio, wearing a knight's uniform bottoms and a pure white shirt, sat blankly on a high-backed chair. After looking around for a week, a trace of panic crept onto her face.
This is where?
The memory still lingered on Xio, who was about to reach the door of Forsi's room. He observed the surrounding situation in a panic. He only saw two men who were similar to each other at the top of the long bronze table in front of him, which was shrouded by a dome like the residence of a giant prince.
He was watching himself silently.
I won't disturb the conversation between these two beings... Feeling a bit embarrassed, as a bounty hunter and a wild Beyonder, Hugh has experienced many life and death tests, and has the experience of meeting angels.
, swallowed hard, and first nodded towards the "Secret" sitting at the bottom, then slowly turned his body and asked with great respect:
"Are you the great God of Mystery?"
I... was disrupted by the sudden appearance of this strange lady. I was going to follow her thoughts and temporarily use my so-called half body. The "God of Mystery" Klein was about to speak, but found that in front of him
The scenery changed, and the petite lady moved from her right side to her left side.
What's going on? Klein, who probably guessed the situation, turned his eyes slightly and found "Secret" sitting in the top position he had just occupied, even wearing his own double-breasted coat and black formal suit.
He raised his right hand in confusion, looked at the healthy-skinned arm under the long robe, and felt the friction of the smooth clothes on his body. He felt a little at a loss for a moment, as if he wanted to complain but couldn't. It was very
Frustrated.
This guy... I almost thought He was really only wearing this one piece of clothing, but it turns out it has a backing...
The "Secret" with a calm face and indifferent eyes on the other side seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and glanced at him lightly, making Klein, who was already speechless, even quieter.
"That was indeed my previous name, but you can call me 'The Fool' now." After suppressing half of his inner thoughts, Xiao Jiujiu turned his "Secret" neck slightly, and his dark eyes stared at this person who didn't know where he came from calmly.
The little guy who received his own honorary name, the authority of "Decipherer" and "Soothsayer" was silently activated. In an instant, with the help of history, he figured out the general reason.
He frowned slightly, his head without a hat was slightly to the right, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyebrows.
Mind your own business... This god who had not spoken to a low-sequence Beyonder for a long time recalled his words and deeds during the daily gatherings and adjusted his state.
His still upright sitting posture slipped slightly and became relatively easy-going. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his throat sank, and his voice became mellow. Before the 'arbiter' could react, he took the initiative to ask:
"Where did you get my honorable name?"
"My followers should all be relatively secretive."
"I got your honorary name from a document given by a certain noble lady, which records a large number of historical materials of the Fourth Age. It was a scholar named Tristan Eugen who wrote it in Elvish next to the text.
Written comments." Xio, who had some social experience with such big figures, did not hesitate to tell the story of how he got the honorary title, and he tried to be detailed and gave the specific source.
Tristan Eugen... Noble, Eugen?
Still clearly remembering the maniac doctor who once claimed to be an Intis noble and lost himself in the role of the mad doctor - Hood Ogen's self-narration, Klein slowly frowned.
The noble may refer to Miss Justice who tests her friends, but this Tristan Eugen, who has the same surname and is infected with a mysterious existence, is impossible to ignore.
Moreover, when Hood Eugen described his origins to Dr. Dust, he did mention that he was a traitor to his family's faith, a loser who had betrayed his ancestors.
Could that ancestor be this Tristan, and the so-called faith be the "god of mystery"?
Klein sorted out his guesses and cast his gaze at the figure sitting at the top with a suspicious look.
I saw "Secret" nodding his head without concealing it, and his mellow voice, which was no different from his usual, sounded.
"Tristan was one of my followers, one of the few saints who served me."
A saint... Xio's eyes were a little dull for a moment, and his originally tense emotions were somewhat relaxed.
What's going on recently? Why do I encounter extremely high-level beings no matter what I do?
First, I met an angel while searching for clues about Qilingos, then it was a document annotated by a saint, and now it has directly turned into a great being who is suspected of being a god. What on earth is going on in this world?
Seeing that Xiu Yi, whose eyes were dull, might not be able to answer the question for a moment, "Secret" turned his gaze back to his own body, and his dark eyes became darker.
"What are you going to do?"
"What should I do?" Klein almost jumped up when a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. Only with the cover of his long robe and the "Joker's" control over his facial expressions, he could barely maintain his composure.
"This 'arbitrator', this is your party. The so-called noble lady should be 'Justice'. How are you going to deal with her?" "Secret" glanced at Klein who was not stable enough, and remembered that he had "decrypted" just now.
The picture he saw in the video seemed to be casual and peaceful:
"Have you seen Ambrosius?"
Xio, who was suddenly asked a question, perked up, and then quickly recalled the owner of the name Ambrosius, his dark green eyes widened, and he spoke slowly along with a slightly crazy guess.
"Yes, that angel once rescued my friends and I from a pirate named Qilingos."
The childish voice echoed in the empty palace. Klein, who was still making a decision, looked at the ordinary young lady in surprise. Her body shrouded in a long robe changed her sitting position.
She actually came into contact with a "secret" angel!
For Klein, who actively rejected "Mystery's" proposal to appoint his own angels to assist in revenge, he has not even seen one of those angels who theoretically belong to him.
"How about letting her join the party?"
This lady only has Sequence Nine, so she is relatively less dangerous. I might be able to get more information about the "secret" angels from the side.
Ambrosius should be the believer of the Phoenix, the little boy I once saw in the memory fragments of the "Mysterious" diary, the earliest believer of the "Mysterious God"... Gram
Ryan's thoughts were racing, he quickly glanced at the short lady, and then tried to meditate in his mind, conveying his thoughts to his body.
Wait, in this case, He probably won't hear all my thoughts... Klein, who had just delivered the message, suddenly realized a serious problem, turned his neck slightly and discovered that "
"Secret" didn't show any obvious signs, so he turned his head back uneasily and pulled down the corners of his mouth.
"Roman is a very kind child. If you have any problems, you can come to him to solve some problems. You should know his honorable name, right?" There was nothing unusual about receiving the "mysterious" thoughts from Klein.
I changed my mind and gave my students extra tasks.
"By the way, would you like to join a party I've convened?"
"After all, you are already aware of my existence. This method may be easier to deal with than specifically erasing the memory, or directly erasing it."
Nice kids? Party? Deal with?
Is this describing the powerful and wise angel I saw?
That His Highness is His angel, and this "God of Mysteries", or "The Fool", is a real god!
Sitting on the stone high-backed chair, Xio, who didn't dare to breathe loudly, couldn't believe her ears. The excessive amount of information made her desire to ask questions overwhelm her brain's thinking, so she asked directly:
"The party is hosted by you?"
No, what am I talking about? Why don’t I just agree?
Xio, who suddenly reacted, was startled for a moment, then panic appeared on her childish face, and she tried to make amends with her words.
"Yes, this is an experiment. It is a gathering that has just started with people from all over the place." What she didn't expect was that the superior "Secret" didn't care, but patiently explained the so-called gathering.
With a mellow voice, he said, "Don't worry, the level of the members in the party is not high. Even if you are a sequence nine, you won't be too reluctant."
"This is a member of that party, you can call him 'The World'."
As he spoke, "Secret" slightly raised his left hand without any warning, pointing his pale palm flat at Klein, who was sitting at the bottom, trying his best to reduce his sense of presence, and introduced this way.
Klein, who was suddenly mentioned and given a code name, was a little confused for a moment. He nodded mechanically and glanced at Xio "indifferently".
"They all use Tarot cards as their code names. You can choose one from the remaining cards as your own symbol."
"Secret" pointed at Klein and waved his left hand, and 17 Tarot cards with simple styles appeared above the long table. The sharp corners were connected to form a perfect circle.
After his thoughts were restrained and he gradually regained his sanity, Xio took a deep breath and observed several tarot cards floating in the air. Following the guidance of his spiritual intuition, he raised his right hand slightly and gestured sideways:
"I choose the seventh one from the top."
As Xio's childish voice echoed, the remaining sixteen tarot cards disappeared instantly, leaving only the one she selected.
Under Klein's gaze, the card was quietly turned over. On the yellowed paper, a handsome angel closed his eyes tightly, holding his chin in his right hand, and holding a long sword known as sterling silver in his left hand, moving casually.