The "Dark Angel" Sasliel is likely to be a negative personality separated from the ancient sun god...... and Mr. "Gate" was once the most powerful angel king...... The Abraham family also has at least two "0" level seals, corresponding to the extraordinary characteristics of the angelic level of the "apprentice" path...... The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness...... Pieces of occult knowledge echoed in the mind of the "hermit" Gadelia, shocking her and feeling the heavy weight.

If it weren't for the Tarot Society, if it weren't for the blessing of Mr. "Fool", and if it weren't for the "world" Gelman Sparrow, it would never have been so easy for her to understand this knowledge, and she would have taken a great risk, and if she was not careful, she would have attracted the attention of some high-ranking beings, or would have been entangled in madness and pain.

"Thank you for the advance, it will help me immensely in my digestion of potions. Gardelia opened her eyes and thanked her sincerely.

According to her original plan, after meeting the "Mystery Queen", she should be able to gain some occult knowledge, plus Gelman Sparrow's current advance, the "Occultist" potion is likely to be completely digested, but unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Beckland, the "Mystery Queen" Bernardette followed a clue and left the metropolis, which made Gardelia very disappointed.

Hearing the words of the "hermit" lady, Klein, who was pretending to be "the world", laughed hoarsely:

"This gift has a price. ”

As his voice echoed, he nodded to the two young ladies "Justice" and "Magician", indicating that this sentence was also addressed to them.

When the private meeting was over, and the members had left the "Source Castle", Crane stood up, walked back from the bottom of the mottled table, and sat down in the place of the "Fool".

He leaned back in his chair and rested his elbows on the armrests, and the void beside him rippled and condensed in circles of light.

This is the point of prayer, the secret puppet controlled by the historical pore image from Klein's summoning, which existed before the gathering, but the corresponding area was shielded by Klein, no one can perceive it, and it has not returned to normal until now.

Klein set his gaze on the aperture and used it as a base point to expand his vision into the distance:

In the real world, a dark mountain rises with a hole in its waist that extends underground.

It was once home to many humans who survived the cataclysm, and was later turned into his secret puppet by the dark wolf Kotal.

During this time, Crane continued to trace back from various traces, and found three places where the dark demon wolf used to hide, but the harvest was not too great.

The reason was simple, as now, there was a stone at the mouth of the cave, on which sat a young man in a classical black robe, a peaked soft hat, a wide forehead, and a thin face.

Amon.

The "Angel of Time" seemed to sense the gaze from the "Source Castle", raised his head, straightened the monocle made of crystal, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"......" Klein retracted his gaze, and the "muscles" of his face twitched slightly, and whispered, "It's really ghostly...... Isn't this guy ignorant of the dark wolf's past, is it necessary to destroy all the clues I need......?

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, he would want to hang Amon up and smoke it now.

Call...... Crane let out a sigh and immediately returned to the real world.

Wearing a black top hat and carrying a dim lantern, he lifted the maintenance of the projection of historical porosity, and left the mountain without looking back, deep into the dead wilderness.

Klein didn't hesitate at all, because he had already received detailed information about the dark demon wolf Kotal from the "Goddess of the Night", and he had enough knowledge of the personality, style, and habits of this "God of Wishes".

The reason why he is still chasing the past of the dark demon wolf is mainly because he wants to make a verification, after all, the Eastern Continent has become a "god's abandoned land" for two or three thousand years, and the dark demon wolf has been out of the gaze of the "goddess of the night" for a long time, and it is very likely that some personality alienation and style changes will occur.

"Under the strong pressure from the 'True Creator' and Amon, the possibility of the transformation of the Black Demon Wolf is not low...... Maybe he's perverted, maybe he's so depressed that he's half crazy......" Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The "dark wolf" in his words can actually be seamlessly switched to "Klein Moretti" and "Zhou Mingrui", but the sentence needs to be changed to the future tense.

Another reason Klein insisted on pursuing the dark wolf's past was to try to deceive Amon so that he could not guess that he had the key information.

Of course, this may not have deceived the "God of Fraud", Crane's main purpose is to obtain a spiritual victory, so as to regulate the overly depressed psychological state, and not need to constantly seek treatment from Miss "Justice".

Well, for now, the Ebony Demon Wolf did still maintain its sobriety and sanity in the mid-to-late Second Age, and was not as manic, bloodthirsty, and crazy as it was when it first fused other extraordinary traits...... His most important personality trait doesn't seem to have changed, he is still so suspicious, even his secret mate is not so trusted, and once he decides to move, he will leave behind all the secret puppets he had before and erase all contacts...... Also, the Ebony Demon Wolf seems to have migrated here from the east...... Thinking about it, Klein suddenly stopped, and in the darkness with no stars and no red moon, relying on spiritual intuition, set his eyes on somewhere.

His expression gradually became solemn, and his right hand was raised, and he pressed the half-height silk top hat.

Then, Klein adjusted the direction of his head, and walked step by step towards the direction of his gaze.

There is the East.

In the endless darkness, the lantern he was carrying dragged out the shadow of loneliness, and the knee-length trench coat on his body was almost the same color as the night in the distance, and his steps were a little faster than before.

............

Inside the luxury villa of the Hall family in Beckland, Queens.

Audrey sat down at the dresser and began to think seriously about how to make the release of the "bait" seem reasonable.

In the process, she suddenly thought of something.

That is, if you want to go to the vicinity of the Extraordinary Gathering to "listen" to the voices of the participants, there is no way to do it quickly and conveniently.

As a demigod in Sequence 4, she can neither fly, nor "teleport", let alone "jump" with the help of flames, and if it is good at night, she can use dreams as a springboard to "shuttle", and can only rely on her feet during the day and evening.

"Hmm...... Actually, I'm not slow, but if I run faster than a steam train, I'm sure to attract attention...... There are so many strong people in Beckland, there will be no shortage of beings who can see through my 'psychological invisibility'...... In the same way, I can fly in the state of the dragon, but this image is too conspicuous...... At present, I can only let the consciousness and spirit into the sea of the collective subconscious, and I can't bring the body into it......" Audreys thought about it, and could only consider acquiring seals or magical items with the ability to "travel", and at the same time decided to travel through the dream where there was a dream, and if not, walk, take a car, or take the subway.

What a rustic demigod...... Well, no wonder the full name is demigod and half-human, those terrifying extraordinary abilities are the side of the gods, and these are the side of people...... Audrey laughed to herself and pulled her thoughts back on track.

............

Beckland, Hilston District.

Sitting by the fireplace, Foirth spread a book on his lap as a base for the letter.

She held the pen and stared at the horizontal lines on the paper and the tarot cards scattered on the ground, which could not fall for a long time.

"What's wrong? I don't want to lie to your teacher? No, you're telling the truth...... Don't want to design your teacher?" Hugh walked over, crouched down, and looked up into Folth's eyes.

Furth shook his head:

"No, not because of the problem.

"I feel a little guilty, but I know it's a good thing for him to the Abrahams.

"I was just hesitating, always feeling that after writing this letter, our fate would change. ”

"Hugh?" Hugh was a little stunned, not quite understanding what his friend meant.

Furth exhaled slowly:

"The previous and current wars are actually not so dangerous for us, and we have enough ability to avoid them, obtain the corresponding supplies, and continue to live peacefully, so I don't feel it so deeply.

"We are like people standing next to a torrent, who could safely watch everything, but when we write this letter, we may be swept into the torrent by the rising tide. ”

Hugh listened quietly, opened his mouth, and pursed again:

"If it weren't for this, do you think we would have been able to avoid this torrent of fate?"

As she spoke, she picked up a tarot card from the ground.

The surface of this card depicts an angel blowing a trumpet and the dead.

"Judgment" card.

Forth looked at the tarot card for a while, closed his eyes, pulled his hair together, and said with a smile:

"I see.

"This is our inescapable fate. ”

After praying to Mr. "Fool", after getting the "Magician" card, he is doomed to an inescapable fate.

The pen in Furth's hand finally fell and landed on the letterhead.

............

Port of Prieze.

Dorian Gray Abraham, who had long since left the Fishermen's Association and changed his identity, opened the letter sent by his students.

In a quick glance, his expression gradually changed from shock, joy, and doubt to horror.

Bang!

Dorian dropped the letter in his hand and knocked over the table in front of him, like a curse on the piece of paper, hiding a monster.

He stepped back to the other side, pulled open the drawer, took out something, and then, rushing to the door, ready to leave.

When his right palm rested on the brass handle, Dorian's movements suddenly slowed down, and finally froze.

He turned slowly and looked at the letter lying on the ground, his eyes rather complicated.

After a few seconds, Dorian Gray Abraham walked slowly towards the letter, hesitating, hesitating, struggling, but not stopping, as if tempted by the devil.