"Tuesday, July 10th. Today's 'night fishing' is still not going well, and I am a bit too optimistic to expect this to be resolved within a week. Since I'm leaving Beckland on Thursday, I've entrusted the 'witch' with taking over my job and continuing the investigation, which she does easier than I do. ”

Grandin sat at his desk, and after filling the pen with ink, he continued:

"It's not my solution, of course, it's because the people in the East End have been distracted by other things, which has caused the black market business to be sluggish."

"I've been wandering there these days and I've noticed that the discontent of the workers in the East End is growing. They used to march to protest that food was too expensive, so the Grain Act was repealed. The peasants of the kingdom suffered a large influx of cheap grain from foreign countries into the kingdom's market. ”

"And now they're protesting again against bankrupt peasants coming into the city and stealing their jobs? Alas, they can't be blamed. They just lack guidance and don't recognize who their enemies really are. It's a terrible time. ”

Grandin looked to the right and left with a weak heart, then got up and closed the curtains, keeping out the crimson moonlight.

He sat down and flipped a page of his diary:

"I didn't have a problem with my plan, but I thought I had to do something different. Perhaps consider starting with Remy's notebook to continue your investigation. I'm not full of divination skills, but I think I have something else to do. ”

"Smack."

Grandin closed his journal and turned to look at the altar he had set up, where Remy's notebook lay beside it.

Earlier, he had prayed at the request of Mr. Fool. However, he felt that Mr. Fool could have done more, and now he was patiently waiting for Mr. Fool's response.

Mr. Fool, who had high hopes from Grandin, was a little distressed at this time.

Because he felt that his strength was insufficient, Klein, who had been working hard to learn occult knowledge recently, had just spent a large amount of money to buy various spiritual materials. Coupled with all kinds of living expenses, these drained his wallet.

Today he finally found a chance to enter the Nightwatcher's data room and learn a lot about the sequence pathway.

I also found the information of the 'Aurora Society' as I wished, but because his level of secrecy was not enough, he could only access a small part. This information is completely useless!

"The 'Aurora Society' believes in evil gods and is all crazy...... I don't know if this piece of information can get a sole from Mr. Fate. ”

Destitute and insane, Crane shook his head, and after making sure that his brother and sister were asleep, he climbed aboard the gray mist, ready to deal with the supplication of the Tarot congregation.

Above the gray mist, the red stars that symbolized the Tarot congregation were shrinking and expanding.

"It seems that everyone has done my bidding, and the ceremony does point to me." Klein is pleased with the results of this trial.

Three stars twinkled side by side in front of him, and the star that symbolized 'destiny' was the most active, even expanding and contracting a little more than the others.

"Mr. Destiny is still so different......"

Klein thought about it for a while, but decided to start with 'fate' first:

"Deal with this first, I'd like to see what work you've done for me."

He unfolded his spirituality and spread towards the 'destiny' stars.

In the distorted image, Crane sees a young man in a shirt sitting at a table praying. Then the illusory and overlapping sounds of supplication poured into his ears in an instant, and these voices made his spirit irritable and chaotic, but he still heard the content of the supplication:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

"I pray for your help, I pray for your favor, I pray for you to let me have a good dream."

It's actually a normal prayer......

Klein settled down and >> himself

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The answer was passed on to Mr. Fate through the star:

"I see."

Having made a good start, Crane was just about to make more efforts to deal with the other people's prayers, when the 'fate' star twinkled again.

"I knew ......"

Crane, who was about to get used to Mr. Fate's style, clicked on it again with some headaches.

"I pray for your help, I pray for your favor. I ask you to accept his offering. Pray that you will open the gates of the kingdom. ”

Mr. Destiny has changed the content of the prayer!

This time Klein saw Mr. Destiny sitting in front of an altar with his hands crossed into fists, with a shiny ...... next to him Gold!

Klein's breath faltered, and then he immediately became heavy.

The noise couldn't bother him anymore, and his brain was spinning.

He said dedication...... He's going to give me this gold coin! What am I going to do......

As he thought, he saw an illusory door in front of him that was stretched out by a mixture of gray mist and light.

Pushing open the door meant that I had accepted his sacrifice, and this realization appeared in Crane's heart.

His heart was pounding, and every cell was stirring him to accept the gift.

But his finger stopped at the light gate, and he suppressed his excitement and decided to hear if Mr. Fate had any requests.

Sure enough, after a pause, another prayer was heard.

"I beg you to tell me where the owner of this item is hiding, his name is Remy."

Klein saw a worn-out notebook appear on the altar in the picture.

Mr. Fate wants to know where this man is hiding? Could it be that this guy is one of the 'Aurora Society' he was checking recently? But there's nothing I can do......

Klein reluctantly looked at the yellow, shiny, cute little thing.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind:

Wait, maybe I can try my hand at divination!

First, bring the notebook and perform divination. If it succeeds, accept the coins. If not, his dedication is not enough!

Crane made up his mind to push open the door of light and take the journal from the altar.

"How can you still pass items like this......" Crane looked at the diary in his hand with an inexplicable expression, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.

He placed his diary on the bronze table and began to try to find clues using the 'dream divination method'.

"Remy's hideout."

"Remy's hideout."

After repeating it seven times, his consciousness came to a bustling harbor with a huge crane to his left and a bell tower a little further away. He saw a warehouse with '072' written on the wall. But before he could take a closer look, his body plummeted and entered the warehouse.

"Koria! You have to control your temper! ”

Crane's consciousness came to the warehouse, and when he looked up, he suddenly found a monster with blurred flesh and blood!

"I*! It's fake...... It's a dream......"

His consciousness nearly collapsed with fright, and it took a while for him to calm down and begin to take a closer look.

The monster was skinless, red, with bare teeth, more than 3 meters tall, one arm thicker than his own waist, and a few broken human forms at his feet.

Dangerous! Very dangerous! His scalp was tingling, and spirituality brought him a warning.

Mr. Fate is going to deal with this kind of?