Rumble!

The mysterious space above the gray mist shook violently, the majestic palace collapsed inch by inch, and the ancient and mottled bronze long table was smashed out of the pit and smashed into several sections.

The terrible change lasted only three seconds, and silence returned to the gray mist, as if nothing had happened.

The golden flame that had been burning on Crane's body was gradually extinguished, and his surface was scorched and rolled, screaming until the ability to think was first returned.

Then, holding on to the armrests of the high-backed chair, he stood up with difficulty, frightened and dazed by what had just happened, completely unaware of such consequences.

He took a few breaths, looked up and saw that the imposing palace and the ancient long table had been destroyed, which was an unprecedented damage to the "gray mist", which had never been abnormal.

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly looked at the clutter pile in the corner, until he saw that the 100 gold pounds he had earned from selling the "mind reader" formula was safe and sound.

As for Mr. "Tower"'s "Heart of the Elder Tree"?

So advanced things shouldn't break so easily, right? At least it doesn't look the same...... Klein thought to himself with trepidation.

It took a while for Crane to recover a bit, and at the same time guessed that he might have soothed on the Eternal Sun.

He pondered for a moment, then let the scorched black on his body fall off as he summed up the harvest of this "accident".

How to make the advanced spell "Sun Flame Charm", the recipe for potions for part of the sequence of the "Sun" path, and a few other things about the gods.

Thinking back to this, Klein rubbed the corners of his forehead, and seeing that there was no other movement above the gray mist, he finally put his mind at ease and confirmed that the "Eternal Sun" had not found this place along the vine, and then thought again:

"The Eternal Sun's hostility to the Lord of the Storm, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, is so strong that it is so strong?

"What is a pure white angel?

"Mr. 'Tower' seems to be familiar with all three churches, and he probably knows ...... Well, I can find an opportunity to bring this up when the tarot meets tomorrow, and then sit back and wait for Mr. 'Ta' to play freely.

"Although the character he showed at the tarot meeting is likely to be disguised, even if it is to maintain the 'personality', I don't think he will let go of the opportunity to show off."

……

Beckland, Bottom of St. Samuel's Church.

"As soon as we have a plan that threatens his life, we will immediately be perceived by the other party...... The demon's abilities are really troublesome. Crestai Cessima, pulling the collar of his shirt up, muttered to himself helplessly.

"Yes, Your Excellency. We had set up three targeted ambushes before, but all of them were evaded......," said a dark-haired lady in her thirties, solemnly.

She has a good appearance, no hat, wearing clothes similar to men's clothing, black jacket, white shirt, black tight pants and leather boots of the same color, but the cold temperament around her body is very obvious.

"Can it only be met by chance?" The one who spoke was an indifferent man with brown eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he asked a little unwillingly, "What about the detectives hired by the police department?" They have analyzed what they don't. ”

The lady from before nodded and replied, "Detective Isenger Stanton speculates that the targets of that demon should be women who have been street girls and have 'degenerate' experiences, and the police have been monitoring key groups of people......"

"How is it possible to spy on that?" The brown-eyed man sighed.

"The most important thing is that we didn't even witness a single murder scene, and the preconditions were insufficient, so some means of divination and prophecy could not be used......"

The night watchmen had discussed for a long time without a clue, and Sesima ended the meeting, and then left the Provincial Samuel Church and went about the neighborhoods alone.

Just now, Borgia, the cold, brown-eyed man, was right in saying that sometimes you have to rely on luck to deal with demons.

But as soon as he had walked two streets and came to a secluded alley, his spirit was suddenly struck, and when he looked intently, he found that Dali's messenger had come out of the middle of nowhere.

"This is a briefing from the Joint Investigation Team? Just give it to the Templar, why would someone from the Church of the Storm send it to me? ”

With doubts, Cesima opened the letter and frowned after only a few lines.

When he was done reading, he burned the letter that Daly had carried, then turned around and went back to the basement of St. Samuel's Cathedral, back to his office there.

Then, after a moment's hesitation, he took out a pen and paper and wrote a special application report in the voice of a night watchman.

……

Crane endured mental exhaustion and finally waited for the "corpse collector" Frye to come over and hand over "3-0782", and then he ran all the way back to the hotel.

When he returned to his room, he locked the door with great perseverance, and before he could even wash up, he collapsed directly on the bed.

In just a dozen seconds, his snort first became heavier, then long and steady.

In his sleep, Klein had just made a table of food with various spices when he noticed that someone had invaded his dream.

He was immediately startled, but before he could be alerted, he suddenly saw Captain Dunn directly push open the "door", put on a black trench coat, and quietly walked to the table.

He took off his hat, bowed his head gently, sat down, and unceremoniously picked up his knife, fork, and spoon, and ate the tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal bread on the table with great speed.

Klein stared blankly, unsure of what the captain was trying to do, and didn't come back to his senses until the other party had eaten and drunk enough and gave a thumbs up and turned to leave......

Then, with anger and amusement, he thought:

"Captain, you and Ms. Dai Li are a pair of lovers with a two-way crush!

"Come to my house in the middle of the night and scare me, come to my dream in the middle of the night and scare me......

"One made me afraid to sleep in the middle of the night, and the other made me unable to eat food in my dreams......

"Speaking of which, these meals have been completely 'devoured'? Is this the ability of 'Nightmares'?

"What a nightmare...... This 'nightmare' is really creative......"

……

Monday, August 20th.

At 2:55 p.m., Abner sat in the master bedroom of the villa, combing through the situations he might encounter when he got together and how to deal with them in a state of "mechanical mind".

After exiting this state, he sealed off the room with a spiritual wall, and then looked up at the hanging clock, the hands pointing exactly three o'clock.

The familiar gray fog and hazy figure came into view, and Abner had just regained his sight when the greeting of "Just" Audrey came to his ears:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man ~ ...... afternoon" Audrey was about to greet every member of the Tarot Society, but suddenly saw a figure sitting at the bottom of the "tower".

"Who is this?" Audrey looked at Mr. "Fool" with some confusion and some delight.

Will Tarot grow again?

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could tell that he wasn't too old...... This is the "sun", right? Abner thought after turning his head to look at the tall boy beside him.

At this moment, Mr. Fool chuckled and introduced in a voice that seemed to be forever steady:

"This is a new member with the title 'Sun'.

"This is Miss 'Justice', this is Mr. 'Hanged Man', and this is Mr. 'Tower'."

"The Hanged Man" Alger scrutinized the "sun" for a while, and his mind was racing, and secretly speculated: "It seems that he is just an ordinary teenager...... No, he must have something special, or some special background, otherwise he wouldn't have been chosen by a god-like being like Mr. Fool!

"Gods, every action must have a deep meaning!"

Audrey also entered the state of "audience" at this time, and quickly made some judgments:

"His body movements indicate that he is a little nervous and cramped...... But the whole person has always been silent enough to give people the feeling of, well, lone wolf, yes, lone wolf......"

Audrey thought as she turned her gaze to the fool at the top of the bronze table, and then spoke happily:

"Mr. Fool, I have collected two more pages of the diary of Russell the Great."

Crane perked up when he heard this, and pretended to be relaxed: "Very good, the 'debt' you owed in the last transaction is now offset." ”

Hearing this, Audrey's originally happy mood suddenly decreased, after all, the information obtained in the last three-way transaction was really useless, it was better to use Russell's diary to exchange some other information with Mr. Fool...... For example, what exactly does the tattoo of the person at the party represent.

"Mr. 'Fool', I also found two pages of the diary."