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Crane sat down in the main seat, and was about to try to pull people, when he suddenly saw his own pile of debris exposed in the gray mist flowing in the distance. He gasped, shame welled up in his heart, and he quickly moved it away.

After moving the pile of debris and grabbing a few gray mist to cover it, Crane returned to the position of the "Fool", looked around to make sure that it was correct, and waited for a while, he took out the pendulum, took a deep breath, and tried to divination.

Traditionally, all you need to do is find a divination topic and fall asleep, but after being killed by his own divination subject, Crane now has a "hot potato" feeling about the gray fog. It can provide itself with more help than it can do, making itself as omnipotent as a god, and at the same time, it also subtly makes itself lose its awe of the world and become emboldened.

But...... Why is it that only Edward Vaughn will find me accurately? Before the Eternal Sun and the True Creator were ...... Is she stronger than the true gods? Shouldn't this be, or is it actually a question of whether the true angels of God who have been divined by me can actually see me, but whether it is clear or not, or whether they are willing to teach me a lesson? This can explain that the real creator asked Aurora to directly post the matter of the search commission.

He was holding a citrine pendulum, and he was a little torn between two sides.

Divination is necessary to know whether the tarot meeting can be held smoothly, but if something is really divined, it is very likely that you will be found again. On his side, he may not be able to avoid the disaster, but the rest of the Tarot Society is innocent.

"What a hassle......

Crane sighed secretly, but he didn't have much of a desire to repel the gray mist. Because if it weren't for the gray fog, he would have been killed in Tingen a long time ago, really killed. And the captain can't deal with the heirs of the evil gods, and I'm afraid that unimaginable tragedy will happen to Tingen.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, Crane shook his head, threw all kinds of uneasiness and frustration out of his mind, embodied pen and paper, pondered for a long time, and wrote down the divination sentence:

"Today's tarot will go smoothly."

It's a matter of success or failure! I have already left a suicide note, and if I die suddenly this time, I will be buried as Sherlock Moriarty, and there is no need to give Melissa another pain of separation...... Of course, I left myself the cost of burial, please don't cremate ......!

After reciting it seven times, Crane took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

This time the dream was very short, and Crane felt as if he had just closed his eyes and opened them, not even remembering any details of the dream, but the time showed that a minute had indeed passed. He lowered his head, only to see his citrine pendulum spinning clockwise at a moderate amplitude.

Dangerous, but can it go well?

Crane cautiously divined again, and a minute later, he opened his eyes, and the citrine was still spinning steadily clockwise.

Is it really safe?

He didn't put it into practice right away, quietly waiting for time to pass and adjusting his mood and state. waited until three o'clock to pull everyone up on time.

A crimson and illusory light rose, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Last night, she finally got the coveted Sequence 7 "Psychiatrist" potion recipe, and at this time there was still that mixed feeling of excitement, excitement and steadfastness, and the psychological alchemy society did not ask her to contribute immediately, saying that it was an advance. But they are fully convinced that Miss Audrey has an excellent ability to "repay".

There were no new members...... "Just" Audrey stood up, looked at the top of the bronze table, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed:

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool', ...... afternoon"

The gray mist suddenly shook, and an empty chair far away suddenly lit up, and everyone was attracted to attention.

Behind the chair there was a sign that had never been seen before, not belonging to any of the 22 paths, layers of vines like snakes or withered fingers, and the ruins of buildings loomed in the gaps. Crane suddenly felt his spirituality take a hit, and felt that the all-black eye that controlled the dummy's "world" was also drawn, and the black lines began to twist in the direction of the chair, as if to be sucked in.

The figure of the "world" shook, and it seemed that it would disappear in the next second.

If all these "black lines" fall on that chair, then the controller of the dummy "world" will not be me! Chances are the mystery guy who came up before and flipped the blasphemy card!

Crane looked at the others, and saw that whether it was "Justice", "Sun" or "Magician", all of them showed painful appearances, staggering from side to side, and the star spirits all appeared red to symbolize emotional instability, and the "Hanging Man" who was higher than them struggled to support the long bronze table with his elbows, struggling, as if he was also extremely uncomfortable.

Dots of light emerged from everyone's astral spirits, pouring into the empty seat, and silently, there seemed to be an incomparably shallow figure on the empty seat, fluctuating like a water mark, and the swirling black lines shook even more violently at this moment, almost breaking away from Crane's control and attaching to the transparent figure!

That chair should be some kind of ritual passage! It is absorbing the spirituality of everyone, and even wants to use the "All Black Eyes" as a substitute!

Crane understood in an instant, and at the same time broke out in a cold sweat on his back. It was the first time he had encountered such a dangerous situation, and he faintly heard a strange sound of wind, as if the breeze was gently blowing the leaves, or the dry branches rubbing against each other. The sound grew louder and more pronounced, more and more distinct, like an incomprehensible song echoing over and over again in the concert hall, and it made Crane's scalp tingle when he heard it.

This ritual cannot be allowed to be completed!

Without hesitation, he triggered the gray mist, picked up the "Sun Brooch" and the "Black Emperor" cards, and poured his spirituality into it without reservation, just like the blazing sun at noon instantly descended in the mysterious space, the figure of the paper angel swelled, the black wings opened, and the twisting power made the fluttering black line temporarily change the trajectory. The spirituality of Grey Mist and Crane took some of the pressure out of the crowd a little. Tarot would be able to breathe, and feel the unimaginable coercion and the breath of the gods fall above their heads, and their spiritual instincts would simultaneously paint such a picture—

Behind Mr. "Fool", an illusory gate slowly emerged, like an angel made of light and gold walked out of it, landed beside Mr. "Fool", spread twelve pairs of burning wings, and another divine and invisible being walked out of the gate and appeared on the other side, the black shadow forming a majestic but distorted figure.

Angel......

The Tarot congregation thought, watched, and felt in shock.

Two angels!

At the top of the bronze table, two angels stand silently. The ancient and mysterious, as calm as the waves of time, Mr. "Fool" stretched out his hand, and the light and shadow rushed to the seat at the same time, and the light and shadow intertwined, turning into a gorgeous and grand rain of light.

This is the power of the gods!

Everyone was so shocked by the scene that they forgot to breathe.

Crane was not in a calm mood at this time, and he found that the ritual that was going on there was only a slight pause, and the paper angel that had taken him a full half of his spiritual construction did not even buy two seconds. The first black line seems to have fallen on the body of the transparent outline, the place where the black line falls is the arm, I don't know if it is an illusion or reality, Crane saw that the transparent outline's right hand suddenly had a substance, and then, this right hand stretched out to the other black lines, as if he wanted to connect them one by one!

I simply can't stop this. Crane immediately made a judgment that he should leave immediately now, and at the same time return everyone's spirits to their original places, and from now on, the tarot meeting can be directly abandoned!

He was about to act, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a black veil shining with starlight appear on his body.

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"Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon...... At this point in time, there was indeed an anomaly again. The Decayed King muttered to herself, she was concentrating on communicating the occult connections she had left on the Grey Mist, the greatest repulsion coming from the Source Castle itself, and all that remained was negligible resistance. In ten seconds at most, she'll be on top of the Source Fort.

"It's weird...... Crane Moretti is dead, who is summoning these people on time? He's not dead? Or is it not actually him who is the convener, but the Source Fort itself? The next heir has already appeared? ”

It was smooth, the obstruction was terrifying, but it didn't hurt, and soon she felt her right hand move freely.

Suddenly, she felt a strange threat. The threat was neither deadly nor dangerous, fluttering, but it did cause her spiritual warning. Above the Source Fort, the right hand that was about to touch the next black line paused in the air, and the flesh on the back of the hand parted, revealing an eye without a child's hole. When I looked up, I saw a night sky with a red moon.

“——。”

The emblem behind the seat of the Source Fort immediately began to distort, and the vines and ruins vanished, turning into pentagrams and sheep's heads, the hallmarks of the demonic path.

Crane winced, and thought of the man.

The night sky was overcast.

Under Crane's horrified gaze, the starlit tulle floated softly above the anomalous seat, the ritual of which came to a noticeable halt, and the two sides seemed to be facing each other. This is undoubtedly a good opportunity, but he really doesn't know what else he can do now, after trying his best to stop it but not succeeding.

It was then that he sensed something keenly.

It's a strange feeling...... Like ...... Application? Permission? The spiritual contact stunned Crane for a moment, and then he realized that the message actually came from the black tulle. Tulle seems to be seeking his "permission" before helping him suppress the chair that is trying to invade.

"Allow" seems to mean that the black veil can stay above the gray mist? It's like I'm pulling the tarot up. …… This...... Set the fox to keep the geese? Driving the tiger and devouring the wolf? How do I face Menghu after swallowing the wolf? No, at least the black gauze looks like it's helping me, and it's not a direct invasion like a chair...... The two of them might be able to suppress each other, and the black yarn conveyed that feeling to me, which is a good thing for me...... But why do I always make this decision? Can't I just throw this gray fog to someone else?

I didn't have a choice. Crane made a decision.

The black gauze was given permission, and it floated softly, covering the entire seat. Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the Tarot congregation, for in their spirituality, it was a whole starlit night sky that pressed down, forcing the terrifying-looking demons to retreat into the darkness. They were amazed by the sublime beauty of the night sky, and even more shocked by the great existence that the night sky might represent, and the relationship with the mysterious Mr. "Fool".

Crane saw it too. After the black veil covered the seat, a crimson full moon flashed above.

Mr. Fool almost praises the goddess on the gray mist.

Their confrontation was over, and the black veil and the chair fell silent at the same time, as if they were both temporarily balancing because they couldn't suppress each other.

The gray mist gradually regained its calm, and Crane breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, put away the Sun Emblem and the Blasphemy Plaque again, sat down inscrutablely, continued to control the dummy "world", and spoke calmly and calmly to the people whose foreheads were almost against the table, and said with a smile:

"You can look up."

Hearing this, "Justice" Audrey was the first to move, she looked left and right, slowly raised her head, and then she looked at the "Fool", and Crane felt a substantial awe and praise.

Miss "Justice" is an aristocratic woman...... She probably believes in the goddess of the night, and I can understand the look in her eyes...... I always think it's strange that I, as an "evil god", are now suspected of being helped by the goddess as an "evil god"...... Does the goddess know what this place is? And when did you notice me?

Come to think of it, Crane didn't have the courage to ask while praying.

Immediately afterwards, the "magician", the "sun", and the "world" also raised their heads one after another, and the "upside-down hangman" looked in the direction of the fool, but did not dare to look directly, only at the blasphemous card in the fool's hand.

"Praise you, Mr. Fool!"

None of the others dared to speak, but Audrey's light and cheerful voice broke the eternal silence above the gray mist, and let Crane, who was already a little depressed, temporarily get rid of his troubles.

He bowed his head slightly, rightly responding to her compliment.

"Can you tell me what just happened?"

Her heart was pounding: "If you want, I'll do what I can, um, pay as much as I can." ”

This question may be very offensive, but after seeing the two angels under the command of the Fool, and even the power of the suspected goddess of the night, Miss "Justice" has come to believe from the bottom of her heart that Mr. "Fool" is a great being like the righteous god, benevolent and powerful.

What happened? I would like to know too. Safe? Is this the safety of divination results? Which door is this safe? …… Crane laughed incomprehensibly and said calmly, "No. ”

"It's just a visit from an unlicensed guest."

He tried his best to use the most concise words to fully mobilize the imagination of the Tarot congregation, and sure enough, he saw that several people leaned back slightly.

"Thank you for your answer!"

Miss "Justice" stood up and saluted the "Fool". When she sat down again, Audrey took in the figures of the other members and formed a dynamic scene with the images she had observed earlier:

The Sun is emotionally stable and somewhat unusually excited. Ah, is it because of the angel of light? Just like the "sun" in ancient books, he should have felt a spiritual resonance.

Furth was a little depressed when he relaxed...... She passed the test of that Abraham family member and became a student of the other party, but was forced to accept something that was not good for her?

Mr. "World" is as cold and deep as ever...... It's incredible, such a big thing happened, he can still be so calm, how strong is he? Maybe I get Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6, to grasp his mood changes and thoughts......

Mr. "The Hanged Man"...... Hey? Mr. "Hanged Man" looks a little impatient? His body movements showed panic, but he forcibly suppressed it, and he kept quietly looking at Mr. "Fool", as if he was expecting something, could it be that he needed help in a serious incident? I don't know if there is another big event happening at sea...... He also looked at Mr. "World" and looked forward to it, it is very likely that the extraordinary properties of "Werewolf" that Mr. "World" entrusted him to sell seem to have come to fruition, and it is likely that he also found one of the two materials, the properties of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep sea Naga......

Well, the "Fool" is still so mysterious and powerful that it is impossible to speculate.

A series of thoughts crossed the mind of "Justice" Audrey, and she looked at the figure shrouded in gray fog and said:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', I have obtained three new pages of Russell's diary."

This is the transcript she asked for from the "Psychological Alchemy Society", because it was only mentioned last night, and the time was relatively short, and Yin Sirant only had time to give her three pages.

"What do you want?" Crane asked with a smile.

Audrey replied sincerely, "It's as if you were paid for answering my question, okay?" ”

When she said this, she was inexplicably a little show-off:

Mr. "Hanged Man", you don't know the existence of the "Dusk Hermit Society"!

Huh, I'm really envious, Miss "Justice" doesn't know what kind of problem she asked in private...... When I got back, I wrote to my teacher and asked him if he had any of Russell's diary there, and no, I have to say that the notes ...... "magician" Falth suddenly had a desire and motivation.

Under the suspicious gaze of the "Hanged Man", Crane nodded indifferently:

"Yes."

Audrey quickly revealed three pages of tawny diaries and passed them on to Mr. Fool.

Crane took it and looked at it, and saw that on the first page it was written:

"On January 13, I was able to contact Mr. 'Door' steadily."

Just as Crane picked up the diary, Audrey added, "Mr. Fool, there are ten more pages of the diary to be given to you in the future, in return for your previous protection." ”

She repeated her private promise, lest Mr. "Fool" think that she had forgotten this matter, and the reason why she deducted the news of the "Dusk Hermit Society" first was because she wanted to settle the "arrears" first, and she was in a slightly show-off mood.

In payment for the protection...... "Magician" Furth chewed on these words, and suddenly realized that he had missed an important question.

In the affairs of the Abrahamic family, Mr. "Fool" sent "angels" to help me interfere with divination! I should also be paid accordingly...... Well, I didn't even think about that...... I thought that like any other ceremony, it would be over completely...... Furth was a little apprehensive for a moment.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

In normal ritual magic, when praying for help from the gods or corresponding beings, sacrifices will be offered in advance, and the essential oil hydrosols and herbal essences that please the target will be burned, which is equivalent to paying the reward in advance, while in the rituals related to the "fool", many steps can be omitted, and the price can be paid afterwards, or even without giving, which makes Furth, who is used to the former, subconsciously just say thank you.

She hurriedly looked at the top of the long bronze table, and said sincerely:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', your interference with divination has helped me immensely, and I will collect ten pages of Russell's diary for you as soon as possible."

Seeing the performances of Miss "Justice" and Miss "The Magician", it dawned on Darek "Sun" Berg that he had found a way to fully express his gratitude.

However, Silver City does not have the so-called diary of Russell the Great...... Well, Mr. "Fool" is very interested in history, and I would like to read more similar materials and documents...... Darik thought about it and made a promise to Mr. Fool, who was at the top of the list.

The "Hanged Man" watched all this, and no longer had the slightest doubt about the greatness of the "Fool" and the fact that he had an "angel" as an attendant, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally caught the driftwood that saved his life.

TBC

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Finally arrived at Fort Source.

Goddess/Decay: Getting a place in the Source Fort (how can there be someone else in this position) is like attending a tea party in kindergarten, six days a week is silent, only a few faint signals come from Monday...... Terrifying...... Gold Pound ......