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Klein sat down in the main seat and was about to try to pull someone in. Suddenly he saw his pile of debris exposed in the gray mist in the distance. He suddenly took a breath of air, a sense of shame welled up in his heart, and quickly moved it away.

Quite a bit.

After moving the pile of debris and grabbing a few pieces of gray mist to cover it up, Klein returned to the position of The Fool. After looking around to confirm that everything was correct, he waited for a moment. He took out the pendulum, took a deep breath, and tried to divine.

As usual, you only need to find a divination topic and then fall asleep. However, after being killed by his divination target, Klein now feels like a "hot potato" towards gray fog. It can provide him with more than his own abilities.

With the help of the scope, he became as omnipotent as a god. At the same time, he also subtly lost his respect for the world and became daring.

But...why is it that only Edward Vaughn can accurately find me? Before, both the Eternal Sun and the True Creator...could he be stronger than those true gods? This shouldn't be the case, or is it actually true that the angels of true gods who were divined by me can actually do it?

Did you see me clearly or not, or are you willing to teach me a lesson? This can explain the fact that the True Creator asked the Aurora Society to directly issue a missing person request.

He was holding a citrine pendulum and was in a dilemma.

Divination is necessary to know whether the Tarot Club can be held smoothly, but if something is really divined, it is very likely to come to your door again. You may not be able to avoid disaster, but the other people in the Tarot Club are innocent

of.

"It's really troublesome..."

Klein sighed secretly, but he didn't have any objection to Gray Mist. Because if it weren't for Gray Mist, he would have been killed in Tingen, really killed. And the captain and the others couldn't deal with the evil god's descendants.

I am afraid that unimaginable tragedy will happen in Tingen.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Klein shook his head and shook all the uneasiness and frustration out of his mind. He took out a pen and paper, considered it for a long time, and wrote down the divination sentence:

"Today's Tarot session will go smoothly."

Success or failure depends on this! I have left a suicide note. If I die suddenly this time, I will be buried as Sherlock Moriarty. There is no need to give Melissa and the others the pain of separation... Of course

Yes, I have left the burial expenses for myself, please do not cremate it...!

After reciting it silently seven times, Klein took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

This time, the dream was very short. Klein felt as if he opened his eyes as soon as he closed them. He didn't even remember the details of the dream, but the time showed that one minute had indeed passed. He lowered his head and saw only his citrine spirit.

The pendulum performs a moderate clockwise rotation.

Dangerous, but successful?

Klein carefully divined again. A minute later, he opened his eyes, and the citrine was still spinning steadily clockwise.

Is it really safe?

He did not put it into practice immediately. He quietly waited for time to pass and adjusted his mood and state. He waited until three o'clock sharp before pulling everyone up on time.

A deep red and illusory light rose, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Last night, she finally got the coveted Sequence 7 "psychiatrist" potion formula. At this time, she still had that mixed feeling of excitement, excitement, steadiness, and stability, but the Psychological Alchemy Society did not ask her to make an immediate contribution.

Call it an advance. But they fully believe that Miss Audrey has excellent "repayment" ability.

There are no new members... "Justice" Audrey stood up, cast her gaze at the top of the long bronze table, raised her skirt, and bowed:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, afternoon..."

The gray fog suddenly shook, and a light suddenly lit up on an empty chair far away, attracting everyone's attention.

A symbol he had never seen before appeared on the back of the chair. It did not belong to any of the 22 paths. There were layers of vines like snakes or dry fingers, and the ruins of buildings were vaguely visible in the gaps. Klein suddenly felt

My spirituality was affected, and I felt that the all-black eyes used to control the "world" of the dummy were also attracted. The black lines began to twist in the direction of the chair, as if it was being sucked in.

The figure of "The World" shook and seemed to disappear in the next second.

If all these "black lines" are allowed to fall on that chair, the controller of the dummy "world" will not be me! It is very likely that it will be the mysterious person who came up before and flipped the blasphemy card!

Klein looked at the others and saw that whether it was "Justice", "The Sun" or "Magician", they all looked in pain, swaying around. The color red symbolizing emotional instability appeared on the astral body, and the high-sequence

Their "Hanged Man" struggled to support the long bronze table with his elbows, struggling hard and looking extremely uncomfortable.

Dots of light emerged from everyone's astral bodies and poured into the empty seat. Silently, there seemed to be an extremely faint figure on the empty seat, undulating like water marks.

, and the swirling black line shook even more violently at this moment, almost breaking away from Klein's control and attaching to the transparent figure!

That chair should be a ritual passage! It is absorbing everyone's spirituality, and even wants to use the "Eye of Total Blackness" to stand in for it!

Klein understood it in an instant, and at the same time he broke out in a cold sweat. This was the first time he encountered such a dangerous situation. He vaguely heard a strange wind sound, as if a breeze was gently blowing leaves, or dry leaves.

The branches of the tree were rubbing against each other. The sound was getting louder, more obvious, and clearer. It was like an incomprehensible song that echoed repeatedly in the concert hall. It made Klein's scalp numb.

This ritual cannot be allowed to be completed!

He did not hesitate, aroused the gray fog, picked up the "Sun Brooch" and "Black Emperor" cards, and poured his spirituality into it without reservation. Like the blazing sunshine at noon, it instantly fell into the mysterious space, and the figure of the paper angel appeared.

Inflated, the black wings spread out, and the twisting power caused the fluttering black line to temporarily change its trajectory. The spirituality revealed by the gray mist and Klein slightly shared some of the pressure on everyone. Tarot Club was able to breathe, and felt unimaginable

The coercion and the aura of the gods fell on their heads, and their spiritual intuition simultaneously sketched out such a picture——

Behind Mr. "Fool", an illusory door slowly appeared, like an angel made of light and gold, walked out of it, landed next to Mr. "Fool", spread out twelve pairs of wings burning with flames, and then

A sacred being who cannot be seen directly walked out of the door and appeared on the other side. The black shadow formed a majestic but twisted figure.

Angel……

Everyone in the Tarot Society was thinking, watching, and feeling in shock.

Two angels!

At the top of the long bronze table, two angels stood silently. The ancient and mysterious Mr. Fool, as calm as time, stretched out his finger, and light and shadow rushed towards the seat at the same time. Light and shadow were intertwined,

It turns into a gorgeous and grand light rain.

This is the power of the gods!

Everyone was so shocked by the scene at this moment that they forgot to breathe.

But Klein was not in a calm mood at this time. He found that the ritual going on there was only paused for a moment, and the paper angel, which had consumed half of his spiritual construction, did not even get two seconds to draw the first black thread.

It seemed to have landed on the transparent outline. The black line fell on the arm. Whether it was an illusion or reality, Klein saw that the right hand of the transparent outline suddenly took on a physical form. Then, this right hand stretched out towards the other black lines.

It’s like I want to connect them one by one myself!

I can't stop this at all. Klein immediately made a judgment. He should leave immediately and return everyone's spiritual objects to their original places. From now on, Tarot meetings can be stopped!

He immediately prepared to take action, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a layer of black veil shining with starlight appearing on his body.

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"Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon...there is indeed something abnormal at this time." The Declined King said to himself. He was concentrating on communicating the mystical connections he had left on the gray fog. The biggest repelling force came from the Source Castle itself, and the rest were

There was only a little resistance left that was so small that it could be ignored. In ten seconds at most, he would be able to reach the Origin Castle.

"It's so strange... Klein Moretti is dead, who is calling these people on time? Is he not dead? Or is the convener not actually him, but Sefirah Castle itself? The next heir has already appeared?"

It went smoothly. The obstruction was terrifying, but actually it was not painful. Soon, he felt that his right hand could move freely.

Suddenly, he felt a strange threat. This threat was neither fatal nor dangerous. It was light, but it did arouse his spiritual warning. Above the Source Castle, the right hand that was about to encounter the next black line paused in the air.

, the skin and flesh on the back of the hand parted, revealing eyes without pupils. When the eyes looked upward, they saw a night sky with a red moon.

"——."

The symbol behind the seat of Origin Castle immediately began to twist, and the vines and ruins disappeared, turning into a five-pointed star and a sheep's head - the symbol of the devil's path.

Klein's pupils shrank and he suddenly thought of that person.

The night sky shrouded.

In Klein's horrified gaze, the shimmering starry gauze gently floated above the abnormal seat. The ceremony of the seat obviously paused, and the two sides seemed to be confronting each other. This was undoubtedly a good thing.

Opportunity, but having tried his best to stop it just now without success, he really doesn't know what else he can do now.

At this moment, he felt something keenly.

A very strange feeling...like...application?permission?spiritual contact made Klein stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the message actually came from the black gauze. The gauze seemed to be seeking his "permission", and then

Only then will he help him suppress the chair that is trying to invade.

"Allow" seems to mean to allow the black veil to stay above the gray mist? Just like I pulled the Tarot Club up... This... leads the wolf into the house? Drives the tiger to devour the wolf? Then how will I face it after swallowing the wolf?

To the tiger? No, at least the black veil looks like it is helping me, rather than directly invading like the chair... The two of them may be able to suppress each other, and the black veil conveys such a feeling to me, which is a good thing for me

...But why do I always have to make this kind of decision? Can't I really just leave this fog to others?

I had no choice. Klein made a decision.

The black veil got permission, and it fell gently, covering the entire seat. Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of everyone in the Tarot Club, because in their spirituality, this was a whole starry night sky suppressing it, making them

The demons with terrifying appearances had to retreat into the darkness. They marveled at the sublime beauty of the night sky, and were even more horrified at the great existence that the night sky might represent and its relationship with the mysterious Mr. Fool.

Klein also saw it. After the black gauze covered the seat, what flashed above was a crimson full moon.

Mr. Fool almost praised the goddess on the gray mist.

Their confrontation was over, and the black veil and the seat became quiet at the same time, as if they were temporarily balanced because they could not suppress the other.

The gray fog gradually returned to calm. Klein breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He put away the Holy Emblem of the Sun and the Card of Blasphemy again. He sat enigmatically at the top and continued to control the dummy "world", almost touching his forehead.

The people leaning against the table spoke calmly and calmly, smiling:

"You can raise your head now."
To be continued...