"The Hanged Man" Alger restrained his slightly out of shape at this time, took a deep breath, and said to Abner:

"Thank you for your answer, Mr. Tower."

He didn't say exactly what he had learned, fearing that he would be punished by Mr. Fool.

Don't peep into God! After repeating this in his heart a few times, Alger finally calmed down completely, and in order to hide his previous gaffe, he deliberately changed the subject:

"In the early hours of Friday morning, the military resealed '1-025', which originally belonged to the Storm Church, and did not return it to the Storm Church, which seems to have another purpose."

“1-025”？ Early Friday morning? Really...... At that time, the "Conva" Baron broke out of the encirclement after "1-025", no wonder only his head was left, it seems that he was beaten badly before.

Abner nodded thoughtfully, he had actually guessed about this, after all, if the "Level 1" seal was still on the baron, even with the help of Furth's bracelet, it would not be so easy for them to get out.

Crane, who was sitting at the top, couldn't help but look at "Tower" and "Judgment" twice, and thought: So there was still such a terrible thing that night? Luckily, I wasn't there, just watching the "live......

"Justice" Audrey is happy that the lost "1" level is finally under control, she doesn't want the Beckland she lives to suffer a major loss because of the loss of control of the seal, she has been worried about it since she heard about it before, and she finally relieved her heart at this moment.

As for whose hands the "Level 1" seal ended up, she didn't care.

Hugh wanted to mention that Baron "Conva" was chasing the breath of "Mister Fool", but after thinking about it, he felt that this was purely Abner's speculation, and there was no basis for it...... And Abner himself did not report to Mr. "Fool...... What's more, with Mr. Fool's near-godlike power, I am afraid that this has long been known......

Therefore, she opened her mouth and did not say it in the end.

At this time, Klein's spirituality had almost been consumed, and seeing that no one was sharing anymore, he decisively ended today's meeting.

Watch as the figures of "Justice", "The Hanged Man", "The Tower", "Judgment" and "The Sun" disappear before your eyes.

Crane didn't stay long, wrapping himself in spirituality, simulating the sensation of a sharp fall, leaving only the majestic palace, the ancient long table, and twenty-two high-backed chairs standing quietly and unchanging above the gray mist.

Crane, who "returned" to reality, lifted the spiritual wall and just wanted to go out to buy some spiritual materials for rituals

- As a result of becoming a "clown", his weekly salary has grown to 10 pounds, reaching the level of a veteran night watchman, plus the 300 pounds from the sacrifice of Mr. "Tower" lying in the debris pile on the gray fog and the 100 pounds he received from selling recipes, which is very confident.

But just as he arrived at the living room on the first floor, he suddenly felt something touch his arm.

Nothing in the living room touched his arm but him!

The hairs exploded, Crane's arm shrunk, and when he turned his head to look, he saw five small, pale fingers, which grew on the top of the red tongue, and there were irregular fangs one after another below!

Klein reached into his pocket, where there were the "Sleep" and "Requiem" charms, and then saw the five baby-like fingers grasping a neatly folded piece of paper.

Letter......

Messenger!

Crane breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the five pale fingers grasping the paper touched his arm lightly again.

Crane took a deep breath and grabbed the letter with his left hand. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw pale fingers, red tongues, and irregular fangs instantly dim and disappear.

With a movement in his heart, Klein tapped his left tooth and quietly turned on his vision.

He saw the five fingers that were abnormally small, and he saw the long red tongues with white fangs, and he saw them retract into the transparent eyeless and noseless face on the ground.

A second later, the face burrowed into the ground, as if it had never come.

It seems that when spirit creatures are willing to be seen and have the ability to do so, ordinary people can also spot them......

Crane thought thoughtfully as he unfolded the letter and read the letter from the "Necromantic Master" Daly:

"The Joint Investigation Team's 'Occult Mentor' Stewart will be back to Tingen on the afternoon steam train, and he may come to your door to ask you something......

"You don't have to be nervous, just answer truthfully.

In addition, this person seems to have a bad reputation for the relationship between men and women, and let him have as little contact with Dunn as possible.

"Of course, if they really talked about something, if you can, remember to write to me and tell me......

"I'll give you some of the money you're looking forward to."

Seeing this, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, confirming that the writer was Dali herself.

"Mystic Teacher" Stewart...... Why did he go and come back? Isn't there no more Esoteric members in Tingen?

Is he suspicious of me about something?

With this in mind, Crane decided not to meet the deacon of the Storm Church alone, lest he use secret techniques to dig out some secrets from himself, and he was afraid that he would not even be able to extinguish his mouth when the time came.

Next, after burning the letters, Crane changed his clothes and headed out for the underground market of the "Dragon Bar".

On the way, he suddenly heard the voice of a newsboy shouting for the additional issue of the "Tingen City Honest People's Daily".

Supplements? Special issue? Did something big happen? Crane's heart moved, and he pulled out a penny coin to buy a newspaper.

Then he saw in the title of the supplement:

"The steam train from Beckland to Tingen derailed due to extreme weather, and the exact number of casualties is unknown."

Train derailment? Blessed by the goddess, may the passengers be all right...... Crane subconsciously drew a crimson moon on his chest, but he didn't pay much attention to it, got into the public carriage, and went to the docks.

……

Outside the town of Maple Leaf, about 60 kilometers from Tingen, after helping to rescue the passengers trapped in the train carriage one by one, Stewart found that the sun had set, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I only have a little more than a day off and I don't have time to go to Tingen...... Rest overnight in Maple Leaf and head back to Beckland tomorrow...... I'll have to wait until next Monday to find out what's hidden.

"Well, my luck seems to have been bad lately......

"Does this portend anything?"

……

In the evening, Hugh, who had taken off his disguise and washed his cosmetics, ate and drank at Abner's house.

Abner watched her stuff a piece of pie into her mouth three or two times, and joked with a smile: "Miss 'Justice' would never have imagined that the well-mannered Miss 'Trial' would be like this in private." ”

"****, *** good?" Hugh puffed out his cheeks and slurred words.

Although he didn't understand, Abner subconsciously felt that it was not a good word, so he didn't ask, but asked:

"How did it feel to be attending the Tarot Club for the first time?"

Hugh had swallowed the pie by this moment, and she thought for a moment and replied, "Mr. 'Fool' is much gentler than I thought, and Miss 'Justice' is more intimate than I have been in contact with before......"

"That's because she doesn't have an identity bonus in the Tarot Society, you are equal members, so it's naturally easier to get in touch." Abner analyzed with a smile.

Hugh pondered for a moment, felt that this was indeed the case, and after briefly talking about the characteristics of the "sun" and the "hanged man", he asked Abner with a little solemnity: "Can you tell me some things that you have not been able to tell me before?" ”

"Partially, but the ins and outs of your father's incident are too dangerous, and now is not the right time, and neither can you and me, even if you are told at the tarot meeting, if you can't forget, leaving the kingdom of Mr. 'Fool' will also lead to danger." Abner said after a moment's thought.

The most troublesome thing about this matter is that it was arranged by the king of angels who could not say his name, and the more you know, the easier it will be to be noticed.

Hugh didn't have a very high golden finger like him, and he didn't have a god behind him to help cover it......

And Mr. "Fool", who is regarded as dependent, is still a "parallel import".

"Sure enough." Hugh sighed slightly. She had already guessed this result and was not disappointed.

……

In a warehouse in the docklands of Beckland, Jane calmly flipped through a copy in the dark, her eyebrows curled as if she saw a happy place.

At this moment, the color in her eyes instantly turned dark, dotted with countless sparkles.

It was as if a starry sky was reflected in his eyes.

Soon, the "gravel" composed of stars spun rapidly, and in a trance, it seemed to converge into a black-haired lady wearing a classical robe.

"Captain!" Jane put it down, stood up and said hello happily.

The person who came was none other than the "Star General" Gardelia, a beautiful lady in a white shirt and a tuxedo, lifted her glasses, frowned, and said, "Why do you stay in such a place?" ”

"'Psychics' have to keep some mystery." Jane explained with a smile.

"'Psychic'......" Gardelia was dumbfounded for a long time before she said, "There are also people in such places who come to 'psychic'?" ”

"Black, drunk and strayed into a dark warehouse, met a mysterious and beautiful 'psychic', solved the problem that had been bothering him through psychics, and when everything was over, he woke up and found that he couldn't find which warehouse he went to before...... Isn't this script great? Jane said with gusto.

"I remember there was a similar plot in Stormstorm." Jiadelia Yawu Qing debunked the road.

"Ahem......" Jane coughed dryly and changed the subject, "Captain, I'm asking you to come here for business. ”

"Well, you said in your letter that you wanted me to help round up a Sequence 5 'janitor'? While the one of your Necromantic Master's potions has promised to help gather materials, it's too early to consider the 'Gatekeeper' trait, right? Gadelia narrowed her eyes slightly, cautiously asked.