Chapter 3 Drawing Cards
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Above the endless gray-white fog, in front of an ancient and mottled stone table, twenty-two solemn and majestic high-backed chairs were placed around the stone table.
There are ten on each side of the stone table, and only one on the top and bottom of the stone table.
At the top, in front of the patient's stone table, Klein sat there. A gray mist surrounded him, and only his outline could be seen, but his expression and details were difficult to discern.
"A fool who does not belong to this era.
"The mysterious master above the gray fog…"
"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck.....
"It's Siatas's voice. Cao Beite is also here "It's Siatas's voice. Mobet is also chanting the honorific name." Klein looked at the image in the crimson star in front of him.
"Fortunately, they chanted the name today, otherwise they would have missed the Tarot tomorrow.
After saying this, he extended his hand towards the two crimson stars, and spirituality gushed out. Just a moment later, the crimson stars emitted a bright light.
As soon as Siatas and Mobet finished reciting the Fool's Honorable Name, they saw a crimson light gushing out. The next moment, they were no longer in the hotel room, but above the endless gray fog.
Then, they saw the Fool in the depths of the gray fog.Trembling. The moment he laid eyes on The Fool, Mobet began to tremble uncontrollably.
It was not the power of the gods that made him tremble. As early as the early Fourth Epoch, he had personally seen and worshiped the Black Emperor Solomon, who was the true god.
He knew very well what it felt like to tremble before the power of a god, and that trembling was different from the trembling he felt now.
The trembling nowadays comes from the sense of oppression from those at the top of the sequence, and from the absolute pressure that those at the top of the same path exert on those at the bottom.
Is the Fool the god of the Thief's path?' His thoughts raced wildly through his mind. "No, I feel like something is wrong... It's quite different from the feeling the old man brings to me.""Is it an adjacent path? [Apprentice] or [Fortune Teller]? Or is it the special path other than the 22 divine paths that the old man mentioned by chance before?"
Mobet tried hard to recall his knowledge of mysticism, trying to figure out the source of the trembling, while Siatas beside him also began to tremble uncontrollably.
'He is the Fool... Due to the Sailor's Path's keen perception of the higher beings, Siatas can clearly sense the extremely high status of this being.
"But he seems to be inferior to His Majesty the Elf King... Is it because he is relatively weak? Or is he in trouble?"
Unlike other members of the Tarot Club, both Mobet Zoroast and Siatas have experienced the time when the gods walked the earthPeople of all ages have witnessed the dignity and power of the gods.
Because of this, they are more able to understand the Truth behind The Fool than other members of the Tarot Club.
Of course, Klein had expected this and was already prepared.
"Why are you chanting my name?" Klein asked calmly, "What do you want to achieve?"
Of course, he already knew the reason why they chanted the Honorable Name, but he still asked knowingly. This was based on the experience of the Faceless Man. He believed that everyone had his own falsehood and truth.
Only by pondering and analyzing from different angles can we get the result closest to the truth.At the same time, he could see that above the back of Mobet's chair, the crimson stars were arranging and reorganizing until they formed a pattern of multiple clocks and small insects. This was undoubtedly the symbol of the Thief's Path.
On the back of Siatas's chair, the same pattern as the Hanged Man appeared: waves, lightning, and anchors. This was undoubtedly a symbol of a sailor's passage.
"Respected [Fool], please forgive us for our presumptuousness in reciting your name," Mobet recovered and spoke first, "We hope you can meet our request."
"Say your request."
"I hope to revitalize the Zoroast family." Mobet said without hesitation.
"I hope the storm will belong to the spirit again. hope to revitalize the Zoroast family." Mobet said without hesitation.
"I hope the storm will belong to the elves again." Siatas said without any hesitation.
The words of the two echoed in the gray fog until they disappeared without leaving any lingering sound.
Until there was only silence above the gray fog.
"It's a very ambitious wish." After a while, Klein finally spoke again.
"That's why it's so expensive. If I agree to it, what can you give me in exchange?"
This question instantly stumped Mobet and Siatas. They looked at each other, totally unable to think of anything they could do to impress such a god-like secret existence.
I don't know how much time passed, but still no one spoke.
"Ha ha...
Klein smiled silently in his heart, muttering that these two wishes were too difficult.
The Zoroast family is an angel family of the [Thief] Path, and has followed Solomon [the Black Emperor] since the time of Solomon's First Empire.
Even after the fall of the Black Emperor, when Tudor and Trunsoest inherited Solomon's legacy and became the Order-killing Princes and divided the Northern Continent, he remained loyal to Solomon and did not submit to Tudor and Trunsoest.
After Solomon was resurrected, the Zoroastrian family was the first family to declare their allegiance again.
As a powerful angel family that has mastered a Sequence 1 characteristic, the Zoroast Family is bound to be in opposition to Amon, the King of the Angels of the [Thief] Path. Revitalizing the Zoroast Family means becoming an enemy of Amon.
And the storm that Siatas mentioned belonged to the elves again, which made it even more difficult, because that meant directly becoming an enemy of the Lord of Storms.
According to the theorem that there is no Sequence 1 if there is Sequence 0, even if Siatas grows to her limit, she can only become a Sequence 2 angel at most, unless she changes her path.
However, among the four paths adjacent to the [Sailor] path, namely [Prayer for Light], [Reader], [Secret Prayer], and [Audience], only [Audience] remains without the existence of the true God.
Jumping to the Sequence 1 of the [Audience] would mean becoming an enemy of the [Twilight Hermits], because the leader of that organization is most likely a Sequence 1 angel of the [Audience] pathway.
"It seems that you can't come up with anything of equivalent value," Klein said as he had expected. "Revitalizing the Zoroaster family means facing the threat from the Blasphemer Amon. Yes, he is still alive."
Seeing Mobet's head suddenly raised, The Fool nodded to him, then looked at Siatas.
"Let the storm belong to the elves again,"Letting the storm belong to the elves again means becoming an enemy of the Church of Storms and the Lord of Storms. Even Sonia Solem cannot be sure of victory when he is against the true God."
"What can you offer me that would make me fight against both the King of Angels and the True God?"
Silence once again enveloped the entire gray fog.
Seeing that the two of them didn't speak and even had some negative emotions, Klein knocked on the table and spoke again.
"In fact, you shouldn't pray to me for [results], what you should really pray to me for is [the process]."
"Process?" Mobet repeated, "Great Fool, please forgive my ignorance. I don't understand what process means."
"Everything has a beginning and an end," Klein said slowly. "For you, the beginning is the [Purpose], the end is the [Result], and what's between the beginning and the end is the [Process]."
"I appreciate the process. Everything is beautiful because of the process, and all beauty is sublimated because of the process."
"For example, you, although you can't give anything that matches your long-cherished wish, I am happy to give you a chance, a chance to grow enough to achieve your goal."
"Are you willing to take this opportunity?"
"I do!" Siatas and Mobet said at the same time.
"Very good," Klein immediately manifested a deck of tarot cards, "I have tacitly agreed to the establishment of a secret party. You will look for that opportunity there. Each member of the party will use the name of this deck of tarot cards as a code name."
"Choose a card, then join the party and pursue your wishes."
They took the stack of tarot cards, looked through the cards and the names, and soon made a decision.
"Pope," Siatas picked up the Pontiff card, "I choose Pontiff! Mobet, hurry up and choose!"
"Okay," Mobet shrugged, and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Siatas and smiled softly, "[Lover], I choose [Lover]."
Above the endless gray fog, in "Groselle's Travels", in the empty Levished, there are two murals. On one of the murals, the encounter between a book and a pen is depicted.
On the wall between this mural and the previous one, there is this text:
"On April 24, 1350 of the Fifth Era, the elves from the Second Era and the nobles from the Fourth Era joined the organization codenamed Tarot Cards and became members of the organization...
Their decision seemed a little hasty and imprudent, but in the end they decided to put aside their caution and take a chance. They recited the name of the Fool that day and took the risk of meeting the Fool.
...This is reasonable, because from a realistic perspective, the organization established by the Fool is indeed their best choice. Only in this way can they most likely fulfill their long-cherished wish.....
.........Should have disappeared in the torrent of timeThis is reasonable, because from a realistic perspective, the organization established by the Fool is indeed their best choice. Only in this way can they most likely fulfill their long-cherished wish.....
.........The person who should have disappeared in the torrent of time survived for unknown reasons and has not disappeared since then. This is undoubtedly a gift from fate.
The price has been secretly marked. It's very reasonable, isn't it?3:35 PM
Chapter 4 The Origin of the Death Bell
On the surging sea, inside an old dark sailboat.
Alger Wilson was standing at the window, just about to think about what to pay attention to when he returned to Pasu Island to report on his work, when he saw the endless gray fog and a figure towering above everything.
He immediately saw the deep red light, the vague figure that seemed to be [World], and heard the other party's calm and indifferent words.
After listening carefully, Alger's eyes widened little by little, and he felt both uncontrollable joy and strong surprise and astonishment in his heart.
He remembered very clearly that at the last Tarot Club, [World] only promised to help [Sun] get the [Notary] potion formula within three days, and did not say anything about [Ocean Singer]. As a result, only a few days later, this gentleman got the rarely circulated Sequence 5 formula.
"Is this the benefit of being a Favored One? Hmm... He and the [Hermit] went to the sea area in the east, where he might have completed his promotion and become a Sequence 5 warrior...!"
Alger recalled the information he received yesterday and the information from the last Tarot Club, and made a reasonable inference.
"But where did he get the formula? Sequence 5 potion formulas are rarely circulated. Could it be that he killed a Sequence 5 church quasi-high-ranking official or a big pirate?'
"No, in that case he would have sold the characteristics to me as well...
"Could it be that a church quasi-high-ranking official was killed?" Although he knew that the possibility was not high, Alger still couldn't help thinking about it.
Sequence 5 extraordinary people are existences that cannot be ignored in any organization. If they are lucky enough to hold a holy object, they can even become real high-ranking officials and enjoy the same status as those Sequence 4 saints.
And that position is exactly what Alger has dreamed of and pursued for many years!
When Alger thought of that shining position and the position of dominating countless people, his heart was overwhelmed. 2
He couldn't help but imagine himself wearing a church robe, in charge of many [Manufactured Punishers] and even [Wind Walkers].
"Just like Lord Courtman..." Alger muttered to himself.
Wind Walker is a special organization affiliated with the Mandated Punisher. Like the Red Gloves of the Church of the Goddess of Night, it is an elite team of Beyonders. Each member is at least a Sequence 7 Beyonder, specializing in cross-diocese cases.
When Duke Negan was assassinated, the bishop of the Bayam Diocese, Chogori, asked him if he wanted to join the Wind Walker team and join the investigation of the real culprit of the Duke Negan assassination.
There is no doubt that Alger, who was unwilling to leave the sea and deliberately concealed himself, refused.
Ending his divergent thoughts, Alger began to think about what he could exchange for a Sequence 5 potion formula.After thinking it over carefully, he found that he didn't seem to have enough money to exchange.
'Just pay it back for now.' Alger soon thought of a solution. 'When the World wanted to sell me the incomplete formula of Sequence 4 Darkless, could it accept the debt? I'm sure it will be no exception now.
'The formula for Sequence 5 is around 5,000 pounds, which is barely affordable. If he sells me the Beyonder characteristic this time... I'm afraid I can only exchange it for the coordinates of that island...
Just as Alger made up his mind, he saw two crew members coming up with a large box of shells.
These two crew members were the ones who had followed Alger the longest. They were also the ones who came out of the orphanage in his hometown with him. Strictly speaking, they were the two last survivors who had fought on the sea since they came out of the orphanage.
"Cassil, Delas, how many shells do we have left?" Alger asked while greeting them.
"149, Captain, we need to buy some more shells," replied the brown-haired Kasher.
"I will apply to the Holy Church for this matter. It should be reimbursed... I will also apply for a raise for you and even allow you to become Beyonders." Alger said with a smile.
The poor still have to rely on reimbursement
"Yeah." Delas nodded quietly and blinked his dark red eyes.
"A revolver cost 9,000 pounds. My current savings are only 2,683 pounds plus 6 gold coins... I can't even afford a nice manor... I'm really spending money like water."
Klein was lying on the bed in the hotel, playing with the Deathstroke revolver while thinking.
Having said that, even though Klein is now poor again, if he no longer gets involved in the extraordinary world, he can still live a safe life with this money.
But obviously, this is impossible.
"I really hope Mr. Hanged Man can pay the fee for the [Ocean Singer] as soon as possible.......
His scattered gaze began to focus as he carefully examined this extremely expensive revolver.
"This gun should correspond to the Sequence 5 of the Hunter Path, the Reaper. We can get a glimpse of this from its powerful power."
'I don't know which one is more destructive, this pistol or Siatas's lightning-filled arrows.
He recalled the heroic battle between Siatas and the King of the North a few days ago. The power of the lightning arrows could even penetrate the scales of a demigod dragon.
I don't know what this gun is.
He was just thinking about this out of boredom, but he couldn't help but have the idea of fortune-telling about the origin of the gun.
Soon, he was no longer just daydreaming. He immediately stood up, took four steps backwards, and came to the top of the gray fog.
After confirming that the origin of the divination [Death Knell] would not bring any danger, Klein quickly wrote down the divination statement and, with the help of meditation, quickly entered a dream.
In the dream, it was originally gray and hazy, but soon the gray fog began to dissipate, revealing the picture.
Klein saw a brown-haired man, who was controlling the flames and fighting with another person. The enemy seemed to have many extraordinary abilities or magical items.the dream, it was originally gray and hazy, but soon the gray fog began to dissipate, revealing the picture.
Klein saw a brown-haired man, who was controlling the flames and fighting with another person. The enemy seemed to have many extraordinary abilities or magical items.
The battle was soon decided. The brown-haired man was pierced by a spear emitting a purifying light. He fell down and died, and his extraordinary characteristics began to emerge.
Just then, the man who killed him spoke.
"…..............The evil bloodline of the Tudor family… ends here.........."
The scene changed, and the man who had spoken before was holding a scarlet Beyonder in one hand and a brand new revolver in the other. He was sitting in a ritual spell, muttering something, and then combined the two objects together.
At this point, the dream divination ended and Klein woke up.
"Tudor? [Blood Emperor] Alistair Tudor? It turns out that the extraordinary characteristics of this revolver originated from Tudor's descendants." Klein looked at the [Death Bell] and said slowly.
"This descendant of Tudor seems to have died at the hands of a [craftsman] of the Steam Church. Of course, he could also be an [astronomer]... I thought that Raft Pound was the last descendant of Tudor, but I didn't expect there was someone else..."
In fact, it is not wrong to think so. After all, the original owner of this revolver has died long ago. Maybe Pound is really the last descendant of Tudor.
"Not necessarily," Klein rejected his previous guess. "After all, the Blood Emperor has gone mad, so it's not surprising that he would do anything. For example, his brain was dominated by the desire to reproduce…"
"I guess he has many lovers and many children... So, it seems that I made a profit by buying this revolver for 9,000 pounds?"
"Let's put this aside for now. No matter what, let's first find a way to play the role of [Master of Secret Puppetry]. We must summarize the rules of playing the role as soon as possible... Let's first find a pirate who has committed a heinous crime to conduct an experiment.
Then, Klein immediately stood up and left the room, just like taking a deposit slip to the bank to withdraw money, and went straight to the nearby "Seaweed Bar", where famous pirates often appeared.
He did not find any pirates to experiment on, because all the pirates ran away the moment they saw him. After that, the fair Ireland came to warn him and told him the name of the mad captain.
Just as Klein was about to use Poseidon's Scepter to look for the crazy captain, someone on Backlund's side was also busy like him.
Backlund, White family.
"Where are those original Moon believers?" Emlyn White muttered to himself irritably, pacing back and forth.