In the early morning, Klein was woken up on time as always. He opened his eyes and was a little dazed, but still instinctively lifted the quilt and prepared to take four steps backward to respond to Mr. Demon's wake-up call.
But the moment the quilt was lifted, the strong cold made him shiver violently, and he suddenly woke up. Knowing that someone who was covered in fog like this would definitely catch a cold, he immediately changed his clothes, and then reversed the situation.
After taking four steps to rise into the gray mist, and confirming that it was indeed Mr. Devil's prayer, he immediately completed the answer and returned to reality without stopping, seemingly planning to take a nap before the bed was cool.
But at this moment, the air around him suddenly became colder, and a brown spirit flashed away. Then, Klein saw an extra piece of letter paper in his arms.
The above content is very simple——
[Come to my house before 9 a.m. today, and don’t mention anything about faith before I speak.]
The content was very concise, but Klein noticed something wrong. It did not mention faith, but it was obviously referring to the Fool, but just now this gentleman had prayed to Mr. Fool.
Moreover, it was stipulated that before 9 o'clock, Mr. Demon had not contacted him through a messenger before, but this was the first time for such a precise time.
"Is it because this is the only time I can speak?" Klein felt uneasy, but he immediately put on his clothes. He believed that Mr. Devil would not target the target unintentionally, even if he was indeed very mean at times, but as long as he was looking for him, he would definitely do it.
There is something important.
Facing the cold wind, I walked onto the damp and cold streets of Backlund. The morning mist, which was almost covered with icy stubble, kept getting into my collar under the cold wind.
Klein spread his spirituality slightly, triggered the sun collar needle, and allowed the substitute spirit body to overlap with his own body, and then he felt the warm feeling.
I have to say, this lapel pin is really useful in winter.
The only problem is that the consumption is a bit high.
Feeling the rapid loss of his spirituality, although he was still far from exhausted, Klein still gave up this extravagant use. After summoning a ball of "Holy Light" in his arms, he took back the avatar.
With a touch of warmth against the severe cold, Klein finally resisted the desire to go home and arrived at Snow's residence in the West District. As the doorbell rang, the delicate door handle also turned.
"I always feel that the way this cat looks at me is a little weird." Seeing the black cat looking at him with its beautiful amber eyes, Klein felt a little baffled because he found that every time he came here, the little guy's eyes would change.
Everything seems to be changing.
"I don't know if I will become a witch..." Klein thought with some malice in his heart. Under the guidance of the cat, he walked into the room with ease, only to find that the cat was not leading the way to the living room this time, but to the living room.
…
Dining room?
"You haven't eaten yet, right? Sit down together." Seeing Mr. Demon constantly taking dishes out of the lunch box, although Klein wanted to complain, "You called me here in such a hurry just to have breakfast?", but
Despite his unsatisfactory growling stomach, he obediently came to sit down at the dining table and put a napkin around it.
"Mr. Devil's meal is so rich! High-quality jams from the southern continent, Intis foie gras, soft white bread, caviar..."
After mentally appraising the prices of the dishes on the table, Klein showed a distressed look, while Mr. Devil clasped his hands together and rested his chin, as if he was silently reciting something in his mind.
"..." Klein was a little embarrassed as he listened to the layers of prayers in his ears, but considering his personality, he followed Mr. Devil and began to pray to himself before the meal.
When the voice of prayer slowly faded away, Mr. Devil also picked up a piece of bread, spread caviar on it, and said:
"Last night, the True Creator issued an order to find the Fool's followers and gave his complete honorary name."
"Ahem!" Klein, who was enjoying the feeling of top-grade foie gras slowly melting in his mouth, almost didn't choke, but he also realized that this was the reason why Mr. Devil came to him. In line with the idea of not wasting food,
He spread the bread with jam and caviar like Mr. Devil, and replied:
"Perhaps it's because Mr. Sun destroyed the true creator's conspiracy yesterday?"
"It's possible." Snow nodded, and then explained, "Tonight at the latest, I will issue a commission to find the Fool's followers at the extraordinary gathering I organized, and this will also lead to the Fool's belief becoming official.
In the sight of the extraordinary."
Klein took a bite of the bread, crushed the roe with the tip of his tongue, and felt the roe breaking open. Then he asked, "Why did you tell me?"
"Because I cannot tell the fool through prayer. In fact, my current prayer is encrypted by a sealed object. In the eyes of others, I am actually praying to the fallen Creator, but this does not change the purpose of my prayer.
Content, in other words, if I convey a message through prayer, it will be perceived.”
Snow "frankly" introduced some of the abilities of White Horse and Feima, and then continued:
"The official church will soon associate the Fool with Tarot cards, which is why I came to you."
"What can I do?" Klein listened to Snow's words, and the delicious food in his mouth suddenly stopped tasting because he didn't understand what Mr. Demon meant at all.
He had indeed been mentally prepared for Tarot to enter the official spotlight, but what could he do?
"Help me tell Mr. Fool, and ask Mr. Fool to tell all members of the Tarot Club that before praying to Mr. Fool, you must arrange a spiritual wall to close the space, especially do not pray within the confines of churches, prayer halls, and holy symbols.
"
"How could anyone..." Klein wanted to say how could anyone pray to other gods in the church, but he suddenly remembered that he made the Sun Flame Talisman and Miss Justice prayed in the Storm Lord's prayer hall, and forcibly used the clown's ability.
Suppressing his embarrassed expression, he nodded lightly and said:
"I will convey it on your behalf."
"Well, after we talk about the business, let's talk about something lighter." Snow nodded, his tone softened, he forked a piece of foie gras and put it into his mouth, with a warm smile on his face.
In fact, according to Roen's etiquette, communication at the dinner table should be limited to before and after the meal, and the only topics that can be discussed during the meal should be the food itself. But for Klein, Snow's behavior of chatting at the dinner table,
But it gave him a sense of comfort like his hometown.
But before he could enjoy the atmosphere, he heard Mr. Devil suddenly ask:
