On Sunday, on the gloomy East End of Beckland, Grandin crossed out another wrong spot with a pen. He was looking for the house where the Listener was.

After yesterday's full sleep, he had regained his spirits, but he couldn't report the matter to the church, so he had a hard time finding it on his own.

Grandin could only take the map and check the location along the border between the eastern district and the factory area.

It was close to noon, so there were a lot of food vendors on the road.

Nutritious paste, clam soup, baked pancakes and other flavors were mixed together, constantly reminding him that he hadn't eaten lunch today.

Beside him, Wiggins was holding aloft the information that Grandin had given him to read:

"Sir, do you have more specific information? Bije and Remy are suspected to be operating in the vicinity of the East Bailang Docks...... There are quite a few people on the other side of the dock...... But this sketch is so realistic! This person's name is Kolya? But the scope of the East Side is too big. ”

Grandin looked at the map for a while and identified the next place to check:

"Except for Koria, I know so much about the other two. What's wrong, isn't it difficult? However, these three people should have a connection, and finding one will bring out more. ”

As soon as he finished asking, he instinctively stopped. At the same time, he grabbed Wiggins by the back collar and didn't let Wiggins go any further.

As for himself, he took another step back.

The next moment, a carriage with what appeared to be a rocket behind its ass sped past them, its wheels rolling over puddles and splashing muddy water.

Grandin's expression remained unchanged as he watched as the mud spots flew up and eventually landed two centimeters away from the tip of his shoe.

But Wiggins wasn't so lucky, as mud splashed on his trousers and uppers, and the dotted stains were very conspicuous.

"You***!"

The boy who lived in the East Side blushed instantly, and he burst out of Rune's foul language at the departing carriage, and his vocabulary was surprisingly rich.

Grandin took advantage of this to select a few more places on the map that needed to be checked.

Wiggins vented before answering Grandin's question:

"The two men at the dockyard in East Bailang are fairly easy to find. But this Koria, even if there is a portrait of him, it is more troublesome, and the East End is so big, it is not easy to find someone. ”

Wiggins was a little embarrassed.

Grandin rolled up the map and tucked it under his armpit, and he lifted his half-height hat and said in a deep voice:

"That's why I need to try my luck."

As he was promoted to the 'Lucky One' in Sequence 7, his instincts sharpened and his spirituality grew even further, in game parlance, the blue bar was longer. This allows him to use magical items such as 'Steal Gold' with much more ease.

'The Lucky One' didn't give him any new attack skills. But the original abilities have been enhanced, and there is an additional passive ability on the body - 'Little Luck'.

In his daily life, he will encounter good things from time to time, or avoid some dangers.

As long as this luck is triggered, he will instinctively choose the optimal solution when he encounters some problems.

The 'Numerology Tree' also saw a new change, after his promotion. Two arms stretched out from the dead tree, and they held a fruit, which belonged to Grandin's own good fortune!

With the blessing of the 'Numerology Tree', all the good fortune he has gained can be quantified and stored.

For example, when he faced the carriage just now, if he didn't avoid it, he let the dirt splash on him. Then the good fortune that 'happened to be avoided' will be stored by him and waited for him to use it on his own initiative in the future.

Luck has now become a kind of possession for him, and he has an additional means to improve his luck. Although the source is still unstable, it can be regarded as a huge improvement.

"Wiggins, I hope you can help me find Bijay and Remy. As for this Koria, I will investigate it myself. ”

Grandin bought two burritos from a roadside stall, handed one to the boy, and added, "We're still meeting here at four o'clock this afternoon." ”

"Yes, sir." Wiggins put away the information, grabbed the burrito, and ran away.

Grandin, on the other hand, continued to walk around the East End, inspecting homes with water towers and nearby factories.

Fearing something terrible about a fire, Grandin decided to stay in the East Side for the rest of the day and try to find the time bomb as much as possible.

Throughout the afternoon, his 'little luck' was triggered twice more, and these were stored by him. M..coM

So he had the misfortune of encountering a pickpocket, and then ran into a vicious dog in an alley. But none of these little troubles bothered him, and the pickpockets were handcuffed to the radiators by him. After the confrontation, the vicious dog ran away with its tail between its legs and whimpering.

But 'Little Lucky' didn't help him find a 'listener'.

The investigation made no progress, and he only ruled out half of the wrong answers. When it was nearly 4 o'clock, Grandin showed up on time on the East End street where he and Wiggins were separated.

Wiggins was already waiting, Grandin beckoned to the boy, and together they walked into the back alley of a restaurant. The smell here is a bit unpleasant, but it's quiet, after all, no one comes here.

"Sir, I've found both of them!"

As soon as Wiggins spoke, he brought good news.

Grandin perked up and said, "Good job!" ”

Wiggins also found things going a little strangely, and he said in more detail:

"It didn't take much effort for us to find Bijer, he was so conspicuous. It seems, it seems, is it proselytizing? We followed him and found Remy, who was working in the port dispatch shift. ”

"The content of Bijer's mission is a bit strange. He said that we all have divinity. Our bodies are in a sea of suffering, and our spirits are going through a journey...... As long as you are willing to listen to the teachings, you can understand yourself and eventually transcend reality. ”

How dare Bijay profess his faith in public? This seems to be a fanatic, and he is not lightly crazy, I am afraid that he is about to lose control.

Remy seems normal, but he came to Beckland to work? Port of Enmat...... East Bailang Pier, is it to pick up his companions?

After hearing this, Grandin frowned and analyzed, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt.

Wiggins stumbled over the sermon he had heard, and finally he asked:

"Sir, Bijay is promoting a cult, right? Are we going to the police department to call the police? ”

When Grandin heard this, his eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly said:

"No, not at the moment. We'll have to get Coria out, and calling the police now will alert him. ”

But Bijie is a big trouble, and even if they don't go to the police, someone else will always do it for them.

When the time comes, it will definitely attract the Storm Church substitutes stationed in the docks.

Grandin remembered the sky-high firelight again.

He gritted his teeth, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible:

"Wiggins, you're doing a great job. Next, please help me keep an eye on their ,-->>

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Find another of their accomplices. But don't get too close, they have a keen sense and may spot you. ”

The 'Secret Prayer Man' doesn't have much frontal combat ability, so he's not at ease.

"Leave it to me, sir!"

Wiggins accepted the assignment.

......

The morning sun was shining in Beckland, and the lawn of Grandin's house was full of laundry to dry.

In the opaque workshop on the third floor, Grandin exhaled as he put away the utensils and materials on the table. In front of him, there was a 'Primary Destiny Charm'. There are also some yellow bullets scattered on the table, and the bottom of the bullets is engraved with mysterious patterns, which are doom ammunition.

Grandin had been busy with these things since he came home from church in the morning, and he was preparing for a possible battle.

He dispelled the spiritual walls and opened the windows, allowing the wind to take away the remaining smell from the workshop. After packing it all up, he looked at the pendulum clock in the workshop, and the time had quietly reached 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Well, it's time for the meeting......"

Crimson light erupted simultaneously on the diamond-shaped stars in his eyes and forearms, and Grandin, who had had experienced it once, gave up his resistance and let the light lead him into the unknown.

In the gray mist, Crane was touching the stars of the three of them one by one, summoning them all in this way. He was full of anticipation for today's tarot meeting, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but speed up a little.

Especially now that he has become an extraordinary, eager to learn more about the extraordinary.

But when his fingers touched the star representing Mr. Destiny, his spirit suddenly tightened, and his spirit was instantly drained. But before he could exclaim, there was a trickle of spirituality that kept coming in.

Why is it so evil?

Now Klein can already be sure that the last time he met in Tarot, his sudden spiritual depletion had something to do with Mr. Fate!

Why don't you just find a reason to kick Mr. Fate out of the Tarot Club?

He thought so.

Grandin, who had just ascended the gray mist, suddenly felt a chill all over, and he looked left and right for some reason, but did not find any danger. In the end, he had to put it down to the humidity here, so he tightened his dark gray tuxedo.

Crane, who sat at the top, frowned, and he thought back to the high-spirited Mr. Destiny in the newspaper. At that time, Mr. Fate seemed to be wearing a valuable formal suit, and today, he actually changed another set!

Alas, sure enough, let's kick him out of the Tarot Club.

Klein thought viciously.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

Audrey, who sat first on the right, spoke briskly. After greeting the host, she turned to the other side of the long table and greeted:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fate, Mr. Hanged Man."

Grandin and Alger likewise greeted each other.

Miss Justice's sunny voice pulled Klein's thoughts back, so he also responded smoothly:

"Good afternoon, everyone."

With that, Klein relinquished control of the meeting. Let the people of the Tarot Society communicate and discuss on their own, and they themselves began to act as a qualified mysterious being, no longer speaking easily.

But even without his speech, the tarot meeting would be lively enough. Klein heard them actually start talking about the weather in Rune?

Fortunately, this kind of small talk did not last long, and Miss Justice turned the topic back to the last time we talked about it:

"Mr. Hangman, have you received the blood of the ghost shark?"

Alger, the 'hanged man' who was named, said with satisfaction:

"Yes, I received it, it was perfect."

When Alger weighed it, he found that the ghost shark's blood was 10 ml more than he had requested, maybe Miss Justice was afraid that it would be spilled on the way to transport?

He turned his head to the side again, "Mr. Fate, your advice is very useful, thank you again." ”

Grandin silently endured the loss of his spirituality, and after hearing the thanks, he said disapprovingly:

"It's great to be able to help you, if you have any troubles next time, you can also come to me to talk to you."

Klein, who was silently listening, remembered the 250 gold pounds for the consultation, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull. Even the connected conversations are a little unbearable.

In his mind, there was a pile of gold-pound notes filled with the scent of ink floating around.

In order not to let himself be blinded, he decided to find something to do for himself.

Crane raised his left hand and tapped his brow twice, inconspicuously.

His spiritual vision, which he had just learned, suddenly opened, and in his field of vision, the aura of 'Justice' and 'Hanged Man' began to appear!

Klein carefully distinguished according to the knowledge of Professor Neal Sr., and finally found that Miss Justice was still an ordinary person, but Mr. Hanged Man's aura was very uniform in color, and he should be an extraordinary person.

He unknowingly ignores Mr. Fate.

At this time, Mr. Hanged Man began to teach various things after taking potions. Crane hurriedly turned off his vision and listened intently.

"Miss Justice, it's not all right after successfully drinking the potion, we still need a lot of practice before we can truly master the power of the potion...... Tapping into its symbolism will make us more stable and reduce the risk of getting out of control. And the name of the potion is its core symbol! ”

Klein's heart moved, remembering the contents of Russell's diary, so he curled his fingers and tapped on the table, interrupting the discussion, and after everyone had looked at it, he spoke in a low voice:

"It's not mastery, it's digestion."

"It's not excavation, it's acting."

"The name of the potion is the 'key' to digestion."

Audrey, who had not yet stepped into the world of the Extraordinary, froze in confusion, not understanding what the mysterious Mr. Fool had said, and she looked at her teacher for help.

Her stupid appearance made Grandin sigh again and again, and she made up her mind to make up for her lessons this week.

And Alger, who felt the deepest, he was like a thunderbolt, frozen on the high-backed chair. After a long while, he said hoarsely:

"Thank you, Mr. Fool, for your tips are as precious as my life!"

Klein was pleased with everyone's reaction, except for Mr. Fate!

He smiled and said:

"It's an advance payment, and I want you to help me collect Russell Gustaf's diary."

Whether it was the name Russell, or Mr. Fool's act of calling the notes a diary, it made waves again in the Tarot Society.

Except for Mr. Fate!

Grandin rubbed his eyebrows and sat in his chair without moving.

The maverick 'Fate' caught Klein's attention, and he found that Mr. Destiny was quite silent except for the occasional few words at first, as if he was more tired than himself, the convener of the Tarot Society.

Oh, weak!