No matter how much he thought about it, Roman thought he still had a certain understanding of Mr. Fool and knew his character that he should not be able to do anything he was foolish, but he should be able to collect tolls or something.
Thinking of this, Roman once again set up a spiritual wall and a sacrifice ceremony, and began to pray to Mr. Fool.
"The fools who do not belong to this era,"
"You are the mysterious master above the grey fog,"
"You are the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck..."
But Roman subconsciously ignored it. It was already late at night. Due to the jet lag, Mr. Fool, who was in Beckland, had just fallen asleep...
Who is this!
Kelaien, who had just put the bed on the warmth, really didn't think about it, and he was afraid that some gentleman or lady would have something urgent...
well.
Klaien got up wrapped in a quilt and walked four steps back to the gray fog.
I saw that the red stars representing Mr. "Strength" are constantly shrinking and expanding.
Spreading spirituality...
Huh?
Klein heard Mr. Power's report and thought about it, pulling him to the grey fog.
As soon as Roman felt a red light flash in front of him, he found that he was already sitting on his seat on the long bronze table. Seeing the towering figure under the gray fog in the upper head, Roman still stood up and bowed.
"Good evening, Mr. Fool."
Not good...
Klaien felt sorry for his heart, but when he thought of Mr. Power's words just now, he still chuckled and said:
"Good evening, Mr. Power, you just said there is information about the Secret Practice?"
When Roman prayed, he naturally would not say that he was unable to store the magical object sealed, but instead changed to a euphemism:
"Yes, Mr. Fool."
"I killed a 'faceless man' from the Secretariat in the southern waters of the White Whale Sea, and obtained a lot of information from the Secretariat."
"Their president, Zaratu, has not appeared for a long time. The members of the middle and lower classes do not know the whole story, but they firmly believe that Zaratu is not dead. Members of the Secret Congregation generally regard Zaratu again
Respect and fear, and some even call it an "undead monster."
"The current Secretariat is active in Intis, and some members serve in Intis' intelligence department, which is a tradition passed down since the time of Emperor Rossell the Great."
"Most of the Secretariat members are chasing the relics of the Antigonus family."
Speaking of this, Roman looked up at Mr. Fool in obscurely, his tone seemed to become hesitant, as if he was wondering or guessing something.
"Most of the members of the Secretary Cult are the "Divider". The "faceless man" I killed is the subsequent sequence of the "Divider" path. According to the information I obtained, the "Facial Man" is promoted upward" secret puppet
The Master's ceremony requires taking potions in the mermaid's singing."
"But strangely, the Secretariat did not raise its own mermaid."
“Most of the mermaids are controlled by the Church of the Night.”
"Wild mermaids may be encountered on the route from the Gargas Islands to the depths of the Sunian Sea. There are certain opportunities to discover them in the seas that have not yet been explored by humans and are full of dangers."
"The 'faceless man' I met was preparing to find the mermaid in the depths of the Sunian Sea, and I killed it on the way."
"Mr. Fool, are you satisfied with this information?"
Klein nodded in the grey fog. The information provided by Mr. Power is really valuable.
Whether it is Zaratu's current situation or the last news about the subsequent promotion of "Faceless Man".
Although he is just a "magician" now, the progress of digesting the potion is pretty good. He has proposed to purchase "faceless" materials in several ways.
But I haven't gotten the message yet.
Mr. Power just killed a "faceless man", and Klaien was a little moved...
However, in the person of Mr. Fool, it is impossible to actively ask about the extraordinary characteristics of "faceless man".
Alas, this would have been great if it were at the Tarot Club.
Klaien felt regretful, but he still chuckled and said:
"Very good, I'm very satisfied. What do you want to trade this information for?"
"Mr. Fool, in the process of killing the 'faceless man', I have obtained a seal. In the real world, I have no good way to seal it. I want to exchange this information for it to stay in your God
Qualifications in the country.”
Seal?
Is there any danger? There is no time to divine...
Roman was afraid that Mr. Fool thought too much, and then said:
"It probably corresponds to the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Secret Master', and can turn the people around you into rigid puppets, but if you are in your kingdom of gods, you don't have to worry at all."
"Master of Secrets?"
Kelaien was in a state of fog and said in a calm tone:
"Can."
"Thank you Kang Qing, I will sacrifice it to you later." Roman said.
“This is an equivalent exchange.”
The sound under the gray fog was leisurely and casual, as if it was just a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.
Roman returned to reality and held a sacrifice ceremony, sacrificed the bracelet and the tin box to the grey fog, and then cleaned up the room.
Broken...my tin box.
Roman thought after all.
Kelaien on the gray fog didn't know Roman's regret. He looked at the dark bracelet in front of him with great interest and wrote the divination sentence with great enthusiasm:
"The origin of this dark bracelet."
In the midst of silent recitation, Ke Laien entered a dream, with gray and rich surroundings and misty.
In this scene, Klein saw an adventure ship with sails and chimneys, and saw a tall captain being controlled, gradually becoming stiff and then being replaced.
He saw a slightly reddish figure, smashed a gray shadow of continuous flames with his cane, and picked up the dark bracelet.
The gray-white mist around suddenly became rich, and Klaien seemed to sink heavily with the dream.
In such gray pores, he seemed to see a vast wilderness and many extraordinary people who were constantly fighting.
Klein seemed to have become one of them, leaping with the enemy through the leaping flames.
Suddenly, all the flames seemed to have lost control and were gathering in one direction.
All the concepts and things related to "fire" on the battlefield, the source of the destruction, are concentrated in one place.
There was a towering figure as tall as a mountain. He was wearing a bright red cloak, with flames jumping around him, as if with extreme destruction, chaos and madness.
"Klaien" just looked in that direction, as if he had lost his mind in an instant.
The flames seemed to spread along the line of sight, filled with pores of gray mist.
boom!
It was like pouring a bowl of cold water on a boiled oil pan, and it exploded instantly and splashed everywhere.
Klein's dream suddenly collapsed and exploded. He sat on the high-back chair, pinching his left hand tightly and covering his forehead with his right hand, as if he was experiencing some great pain.