At three o'clock in the afternoon, rays of light rose up in the palace that looked like a giant's residence. Justice, the Hanged Man, the Sun, the Devil, and the Magician respectively projected blurry figures dyed with a hint of blazing red.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, good afternoon, Demon..." Before Audrey could say her second greeting, her eyes suddenly caught sight of the figure sitting at the end.
It was a stranger wearing a hooded black robe, he was also illusory and hazy.
"Who is this?" Audrey was a little confused, but looked at Mr. Fool with joy. She watched the Tarot Society grow up little by little. She felt proud of the growth of the Tarot Society.
Yan.
"It was Forsi who joined last week, is it Xio this time? No, no, the height doesn't match. Judging from the width of the shoulders and the sitting posture, it should be a male..."
Audrey remained in the audience silently, trying to analyze something from this new member, but Mr. Fool had already leaned back leisurely and said in a leisurely tone:
"This is the new member, Mr. World."
"Hello, Mr. World." Audrey greeted politely, and the other members nodded in turn, but Mr. World didn't seem to appreciate it and said in a hoarse voice:
"Mr. Fool told me that I can issue tasks and collect materials here, right?"
"Yes." Audrey nodded gracefully, "But you must wait patiently. Next is Mr. Fool's reading time."
When Audrey mentioned reading, the Hanged Man immediately bowed humbly and said:
"This time there are still six pages. The last page will be given to you next time."
"Okay." The Fool nodded lightly and looked at Mr. Demon again. Noticing the Fool's gaze, Snow immediately said respectfully:
"I also memorized a page of Russell's diary this time."
"That's not Russell's diary..." Mr. Fool complained in his heart, but he still expected the two of them to realize the diary. As always, Snow, who had fewer pages, completed the realization first and sent the diary to Mr. Fool's hands.
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"On July 4th, the evil spirit transformed into a high-ranking extraordinary person actually has a chance to retain the memory and consciousness of his life! Although I myself can be regarded as a resurrected corpse, this discovery still makes me excited."
After reading the first paragraph, Mr. Fool immediately recalled the evil spirit in the underground ruins the night before yesterday. Although there was no actual contact, the nightmare and the powerful sense of oppression still left a deep impression on him.
However, he was still in the Tarot meeting now. Seeing Mr. Hanged Man send over his six-page diary, Klein continued to look down——
"On July 6th, after having an in-depth exchange with a certain puppet lady, I learned that in the Rose School, there is a certain method of transforming oneself into a spirit world creature in case of death. Although this
It's very dangerous, but it can be regarded as a life-saving trump card. However, this method is only suitable for high-level prisoner pathways... Maybe I can try to improve it... I happened to get a Secret Puppet of the Secret Technique Mentor before..."
"???" Klein used his clown ability to control his expression to prevent himself from turning into "Subway Old Man Cellphone.jpg". Although he had long known that this senior had special intelligence-finding skills, when he saw it again, he still felt
Somewhat speechless.
However, Mr. Fool is more curious about this life-saving trump card than the tidbits of his predecessors. Although he has come back from the dead for the second time, he also finds that his recovery speed is slowing down. Next time, or the next time, maybe
He will really die, and no one has too many ways to save his life.
Klein thought this and turned his attention to the last paragraph of the page——
"With the assistance of my secret art tutor, Secret Puppet, I developed a highly versatile immortal secret art. I named it [Substitute]. As for its principle and method of mastering, of course I will not name it [Substitute]."
Write it in the diary!"
"..."
Klein's expression suddenly stiffened as he watched the senior ruminating in the diary. A feeling of embarrassment that he wanted to complain but didn't know how to complain suddenly came to his heart. In order to relieve the resentment that was stuck in his throat at this time, he took
I picked up the six-page diary handed over by Mr. Hanged Man.
Looking at the strange Chinese characters with claws and teeth dancing, Klein read silently.
Pages of diary contents flowed in front of his eyes. Klein knew that Russell's daughter was named Bernadette that Panridax's ancestor had mentioned before. He knew that she seemed to be a big shot in the mysterious world. He also knew that Russell had participated in a group.
An organization that is extremely secretive and hostile to the true Creator, and a blasphemous playing card that records the secret of Sequence Zero.
However, since he had already learned the secret of Sequence Zero from Penridax's diary, Klein did not dwell on it for too long. He suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, tapped the edge of the long bronze table, looked to the side and said:
"Mr. Devil, you did a good job. You solved Beiklang in less than a week. According to the agreement, what kind of reward do you hope to get?"
"Becklund is dead?" Alger looked at Snow with increasingly complicated eyes. Although he had long suspected that Mr. Devil had considerable resources and strength, in less than a week, he had eliminated the ambassador of a country.
Such power still shocked him.
At the same time, he also noticed that the attitudes of Justice and Magician seemed to be different. Magician was in a normal state, probably because he was in Loen, so he had learned the relevant information, but Justice looked proud...
...She really has a deep relationship with the devil.
Alger felt that he seemed to be isolated, but as a "pirate" wandering on the sea, he could not have any trusted friends to recommend. If he wanted to form a gang in the Tarot Club, he would be with Loen, or even
It is very likely that the magician recommended by Zhengyi is obviously not a good choice.
Then, only the sun is left...
A large number of workplace battle plots flashed through Alger's mind, but in the next moment, these complicated thoughts were gathered together again. He looked at Mr. Fool in the thick gray fog, and said respectfully and humbly:
"I'm sorry, I just contacted the good people and couldn't help."
"This is a commission, not a favor, so don't worry about it." Mr. Fool chuckled and turned his attention to Mr. Demon again, but he was praying crazily in his heart, hoping that Mr. Demon, who was not short of money, would not make a request that he could not afford.
of remuneration.
Mr. Devil thought for a moment, then bowed slightly and said:
"Dear Mr. Fool, you have provided me with a lot of shelter. I shouldn't ask for more, but recently I am in urgent need of money for some reasons, so I hope to use this contribution in exchange for 8,000 gold pounds."
"Crack!" Although Mr. Fool remained motionless, Snow felt that he seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak...
