The other thing is a half-truncated horn that looks like a rhinoceros horn, and where it breaks has mysterious patterns that form naturally. This pattern symbolizes calamity, and Grandin also depicts this symbol when making doom ammunition, so he is familiar with it.

This extraordinary material comes from the Calamity Wildebeest.

No craftsman is required, and with a little polishing, it transforms into a magical item – the 'Calamation Horn'.

Blowing the horn can summon calamity, but this type of area attack does not distinguish between friend and foe, which is its only drawback.

Grandin held it in his hand for a moment and admired it, then put it back in the clutter pile along with the witch's extraordinary properties, and he had been in the bathroom a little too long.

When he returned to the living room, he found Rowena sitting quietly on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little tired of the seafood dinner in Antlers." Grandin sat back in his seat, "Let's continue with the topic we just talked about, and I'll figure it out for myself this 'Witch of Pleasure'. Will it cause you trouble if I kill her? ”

"How could you think that? Something that will cause trouble for yourself, how can I possibly tell you? But if you can kill her......"

Rowena chuckled twice, her body trembled, she seemed to be very optimistic about Grandin's strength:

"You can bring back her extraordinary traits, I just need that. Oh, your expression tells me that I don't need to explain to you what extraordinary properties are. ”

Grandin nodded, acquiescing to knowing what it meant to be extraordinary. He asked:

"Did you also disclose my personal information to the 'Witch of Pleasure'?"

"Of course." Rowena didn't feel a little ashamed, "It's not a normal thing. ”

Bet on both ends and never lose.

"If you want all my loyalty, you'll have to work harder." Rowena's expression was very seductive.

As for how hard to try...... Grandin didn't answer the conversation.

Through the carriage of Antlerstown, Grandin returned to his home late at night, and the night was uneventful.

Bakerland was foggy on Monday, but that didn't dampen Grandin's enthusiasm for learning. When he finished his morning study, had lunch in the night watchman's cafeteria, and was about to fish and leave work, Captain Al stopped him:

"Gran, we're going to Tingen on Thursday, if you have any unfinished business, please take care of it in advance."

"Tingen ......" Grandin held his plate, thoughtful.

"Actually, Tingen is not far from Beckland, and the steam train can reach it in just four hours." Al clearly misunderstood what Grandin meant, "So we don't need to bring much with us, if things go well, we'll be back that day." ”

"I see, Captain."

Grandin didn't say anything more, he followed his plan, took a short break in the team's office, and then went home with his cane in his hand and his hat on.

In the study, he sorted out his study notes, and went up to the black lake to take stock of yesterday's harvest. As he began to lie idly on the table and stack blocks with bullets, a vast gray mist surrounded him.

......

In the gray mist, Crane, who had arrived one step ahead of the Tarot members, was already sitting in his own chair. He stretched out his right hand, passing over the familiar illusory stars, but he paused as his finger moved to 'Fate'.

"Well, forget it, I didn't think of an excuse to kick him out for the time being. And the bounty he posted is very appealing to me, just find a chance to check out the inside information of the night watchman......"

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After convincing himself in his heart, Crane took a deep breath, got ready, and pressed it anyway.

His spirituality was suddenly exhausted, and he began to slowly rise again. It's a rollercoaster, but Klein is already familiar with the feeling.

Three stars glowed red at the same time.

Three more people appeared on the gray mist.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, Mr. Fate, Mr. Hanged Man." The first to greet everyone was Miss Justice.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

"Good afternoon......

The other two men should do the same.

However, Crane's gaze fell on the back of Miss Justice's chair, and his gaze was like a camera that could be moved. Because everything here exists according to his will, he can easily do this kind of thing.

He noticed that Miss Justice's high-backed chair had changed. The bright stars behind the chair rotate rapidly, forming a constellation that does not belong to reality.

Klein, who had already learned about the occult, instantly recognized it as a symbol of the 'dragon'! He quietly turned his gaze to the other two members of the Tarot Society.

Behind Mr. Hanged Man is the symbol that represents 'Storm'. And behind Mr. Destiny is ...... Quicksand rings wrapped around dead trees and books? What is it...... Is it called 'fate'? Wait, I remember that the fate symbol wasn't like that...... Is this another 'fate'?

Klein looked closely, only to find that his head was throbbing faintly, like a symptom of spiritual deprivation.

Why do you always have problems every time you go to Mr. Fate!

He thought to himself.

At this time, the Tarot congregation, who were sitting around the long bronze table, had finished greeting each other.

Klein could only give up the inquiry and began to brace himself to host the meeting:

"Good afternoon, everyone, congratulations on you, Miss Justice, you are already an extraordinary. Ma'am, gentlemen, have you collected Russell's diary? ”

Audrey, who had just become an extraordinary person not long ago, unconsciously used her 'audience' ability to observe everyone. Alger was uncomfortable with her staring, so he was the first to speak, "I got two pages of the diary. ”

"I have a page." Audrey's tone, which entered audience mode, was a little detached.

"I didn't find it." Grandin's answer was a bit blunt. Because he found that after Audrey became a 'spectator', his burden actually increased! The rate of spiritual consumption has become even faster than the last time.

Grandin was puzzled. Some of the spiritual consumption caused by others to Mr. Fool was borne by himself?

Can this be reimbursed by Mr. Fool? new

Grandin expertly held his forehead and began to silently endure the headache caused by the spiritual withdrawal.

Klein first took back the diary contributed by the other two, and then glanced at Mr. Fate, he always felt that Mr. Fate was a little unconcerned about his commission, and he fished every time he had a meeting. Couldn't the reward he gave impress him?

Alas, in the end, it is still merciful to himself.

Klein thought as he looked at the diary.

As Mr. Fool finishes reading the diary, the tarot will enter the normal process. Although none of the people who participated in the gathering were high-order extraordinary, at least in terms of the content of the discussion, they were very high-spirited.

They discuss everything from the cosplay to the desecration of the tablet, and Mr. Fool also issues his own commission for everyone to help find the news of the Antigonus family.