Looking at the "Judgment" card floating on the long table, Xio was startled and said:
"This is in line with my expectations."
With that said, she humbly took the tarot cards flying into her hands, and then bowed towards the "mystery" shrouded in thick gray mist.
"Secret" sitting at the head of the long bronze table nodded gently and said calmly:
"Backlund time, every Monday, at three o'clock in the afternoon, gather in this gray fog and prepare in advance."
"At the party, you can exchange information, materials, formulas and knowledge, and you can also delegate tasks to other members by paying a certain price."
Xiu considered this announcement, and after two seconds of silence, he said with some surprise in his tone:
"Yes, Mr. Fool."
This means that her "arbiter"'s subsequent materials and recipes have a direction!
Just as she was imagining the future, "Secret", who had already finished her arrangement, moved her fingers and said calmly:
"Okay, that's it for today. Remember, you are not allowed to talk about my name without my permission."
"I will obey your will, Mr. Fool!"
Without waiting for Xiu to stand up and salute, a burst of crimson silently exploded where she was, wrapping her petite figure and instantly disappearing above the gray mist.
As the dim crimson light extinguished, silence once again occupied the empty, majestic palace that resembled the residence of a giant. No one spoke for a moment.
Klein, who was sitting at the bottom of the long table, looked at the half of his body that was watching him silently. He couldn't help but asked:
"Why did you give me a code name for 'World'?"
"Secret", who was wearing a double-breasted windbreaker and a black formal suit, softly snapped his fingers, and with a snap, the clothes on the two of them changed back, but the position underneath them remained unchanged.
"Haven't you always wanted a 'trumpet'?"
"This is a great opportunity."
Listening to the words that the so-called half-body seemed to have no problem and even cared about him, Klein's brows slowly furrowed and he said in a low voice:
"But what should I do if this so-called 'Mr. World' doesn't show up at the next party?"
I'm afraid you are not trying to usurp my right to dominate the party... Klein frowned as he maliciously speculated on the "secret" idea, and his tone sounded a little sarcastic.
"Secret", who could probably guess the malicious conjecture in his mind, tilted his head indifferently, and unconsciously tapped the edge of the long bronze table with the fingers of his right hand.
"Actually, it won't be long before you can actually make a usable 'trumpet'."
"Huh?" Klein was a little confused for a moment and did not respond to what the other party meant.
"Secret" looked at him with a confused look on his face, not very smart, and spoke with a gentle voice, and patiently explained:
"You can wait patiently. Maybe at the next party, you can find a way to make a 'trumpet'."
"Before that, I can help you play the 'world' in advance."
Help me play "the world" in advance...
Why the word "play", and since there is such an opportunity, why let him play "the world"?
Klein calmly adjusted his expression, his brows were still furrowed, but his tone had softened, and the corners of his mouth were curved.
"Why don't you play the 'Fool' and I play the 'World'? Aren't you quite skilled at imitating the way I usually host a party just now?"
This is not because he has stopped guarding against the so-called half body recently, but after careful consideration, he feels that he really has no capital to fight against, so it is better to use the olive branch offered by the current "mystery" to enrich himself.
Whether it was Klein taking the initiative to come to "Secret" today to discuss the problems he encountered, or whether Klein took the initiative to let "Secret" have access to the party he used to help revenge, there are factors in this aspect.
After hearing that Klein suddenly changed his gender, he offered to play the role of "The Fool" and gave up the control of the party. "Secret" raised his right hand very seriously, rubbed his chin, and after two seconds of silence, he replied seriously:
"It's not impossible. This may help you act."
?
Did you actually agree?
Vaguely remembering the last time, he "escaped" at the speed of light because of the three-headed dragon, Roholid, who had "gathered up" a little bit of wool. Klein was not happy at the first moment, but doubted whether he was
Misheard.
But what does "acting" mean, and why is it helpful for my "acting"? Do some of the sequences after "Soothsayer" require such experience for "acting"?
Although his mind was filled with all kinds of questions, Klein nodded calmly and said slowly:
"Okay, we can follow this plan for the next gathering."
"Secret" nodded silently, his pale and thin figure no longer real, becoming more and more illusory.
After experiencing the interruption from the young lady recommended by Miss Justice, it turned out that the discussion between Klein and Mystery about Klein's recent danger would definitely not be able to continue.
After Klein was silent for a while, spirituality spread silently around himself and quickly escaped from the gray mist.
In a small hotel in the East District, Klein was lying flat on a narrow wooden bed. Next to him was a human skin mask that could change his appearance. The slightly damp sheets made his cheeks ache.
He stared blankly at the ceiling stained with various dark stains, and listened to the biting wind outside the venue. Under the exhaustion left over from many days of squeezing, he fell asleep without knowing when, even the double-breasted clothes on his body
He didn't take off his coat or black formal suit either.
............
"Hugh, wake up, wake up!" Hearing a muffled sound outside the door, Forsi came out to check, squatting next to her friend's unconscious body, pushing her body in a panic, and calling her name anxiously.
Suddenly, with the return of the spirit body, he felt some pain in his forehead. Xio frowned slightly as his body kept being shaken. He got up with a groan. When he opened his eyes, he saw Forsi's blue eyes looking concerned.
Staring at himself.
Xio, who had just been told by the gods "Don't pronounce His name in vain", was a little panicked, and said with a shaky look in his eyes:
"Why did you come out?"
"I also want to ask why you fell at the door?" Forsi, who was wearing loose pajamas and a little angry, patted the dust on her friend's body and helped her up.
"I..." Xio, who didn't think about the reason he used to excuse himself, rolled his eyes, pointed at the ancient book that he threw on the sofa and spread it upward, and said in a loud voice, "That ancient book,
When I was interpreting some elven content, I felt very tired for some reason, as if I had consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Then I wanted to ask you if this was the case when you were translating those contents, but I didn’t even get to the door yet.
I fainted..."
Forsi, who folded his arms and raised his chin slightly, looked down at his lying friend with sharp eyes and raised his left eyebrow slightly.
Feeling guilty, Xiu Yue spoke in a softer voice, and then stopped saying anything. After thinking about it for a long time, he pretended to be embarrassed and said "confessionally":
"I recited that honorable name, the honorable name you translated."
"Then!" Hearing that her friend had made such a fatal mistake, Forsi was obviously excited. He blinked and quickly put his hands on her arms and carefully inspected her body, "Where's your brain!
There should be nothing wrong, why did you faint just now?"
His arms were a little sore from being caught, and the lips on his young face twitched. Xio saved his friend and comforted him:
"Nothing happened. I just suddenly felt tired and fainted. It's much better than the painful wailing you do every time there is a full moon."
Forsi was startled for a moment when his own affairs were suddenly mentioned. Then he moved his hands away, rolled his eyes at his friend, and thought for a long time before saying:
"The next party is the one hosted by Mr. A. Let's find someone who is good at purification. We can't be careless about this kind of thing."
Specifically looking for people who are good at purification to do the purification...Xiu gritted her teeth after roughly calculating how much it would cost. After being entangled for a while, in order to stabilize her friend, she still agreed with a heavy heart.
"No problem, maybe it really works."
Seeing that his friend agreed to his proposal, Forsi found that there was no other way now. He looked around the room, walked quickly to the sofa, took away the ancient documents he had placed outside the room, and then walked back to his room.
When she was about to close the door, she suddenly paused, then turned her body half-turn, and spoke in a non-confident manner, covering herself up.
"If it really doesn't work, we might be able to chant His Highness's honorable name. He seems to be a very kind man."
After finishing speaking, it seemed that Forsi himself found this sentence funny, half-closed the door, and then re-entered the long battle of rushing out the manuscript.
Why do you have the same evaluation of that angel as Mr. "Fool"... Xio stared at the ajar door of the room, cursed, and returned to the sofa, thinking that he would lose the gold pound in advance just after he got it.
Started praying.
............
In a hotel in Port Enmat, Ambrosius, who was tasting the warm, moist and fragrant coffee, was suddenly startled, and then silently put down the bone that had been pressed against his lips.
Using a porcelain cup, I kneaded my temples, which were supposed to be painless.
Why did the Lord suddenly ask me to track down the traces of the Psychological Alchemy Society and the Twilight Hermit Society? Aren’t these tasks all Edmund’s in the past?
Let me tell you something, why should an old angel like me, who is thousands of years old, compete with a brat in his prime for work?
Although he couldn't stop complaining and complaining in his heart, Ambrosius still put his hand on his chest reverently, bowed to the "mystery" who might have set his sights here, and then continued to taste his coffee.
............
"Oh, someone got Tristan's notes." Edmund was wandering on an island in the southern continent, with the solid dusk behind him, constantly releasing "mysterious reappearances", affecting things in the deep pit beneath him.
Put your right hand on your chest and salute respectfully to the infinite heights.
Just now, in the Lord's oracle, he specifically mentioned a notebook that originally belonged to Tristan, asking Him to trace the traces of the arrangements by the members of the Twilight Hermits behind it.
"However, judging by time, Tristan's ceremony should be almost over. Although there is no need to worry about his physical safety, we still need to go back and take a look." Edmund, floating in mid-air, surrounded by illusory butterflies, frowned slightly.
, his deep eyes examined the square pit below that continued to extend to the ground, and the "mysterious reappearance" of spiritual support around him continued to superimpose.
Finally, delicate flowers burst out of the ground, and a broken skeleton that had fallen on the edge of the pit merged with the deep purple light under the ribs. The illusory skin and cloak gradually emerged, and he stood up staggeringly.
, the appearance is no different from Edmund in mid-air.