Thinking about it in his heart, Roman thinks that he still has a certain understanding of Mr. Fool, knows his character, and should not do anything to be unreasonable, but he should do it by collecting tolls or something.

Thinking of this, Roman once again set up the spiritual wall and sacrificial rite and began to pray to Mr. Fool.

"A fool who does not belong to this time,"

"You are the mysterious lord above the gray mist,"

"You are the king of yellow and black who rules good luck......"

It's just that Roman subconsciously ignored that it was already late at night, and due to the time difference, Mr. Fool in Bakeland had just fallen asleep......

Who's this!

Crane, who had just warmed up the bed, really didn't want to get up, and he was afraid that some gentleman or lady had something urgent......

Alas.

Crane got up wrapped in the quilt and walked four steps backwards to the gray mist.

I saw that the red star representing Mr. "Power" was constantly shrinking and expanding.

Spreading Spirituality......

Hey?

Crane heard Mr. Force's report, thought for a moment, and pulled him above the gray mist.

As soon as Roman felt a flash of red light in front of him, he found that he was already sitting on his own seat at the bronze long table, and when he saw the majestic figure under the gray mist above, Roman still got up and saluted.

"Good evening, Mr. Fool."

It's not good......

Crane was guilty in his heart, but thinking of Mr. Force's words just now, he still chuckled and said:

"Good evening, Mr. Force, you just said you have information about the Esoteric Order?"

When Roman prayed, he naturally didn't say that he was because he couldn't store the magical item of the seal, but changed it to a euphemism:

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

"I killed a 'faceling' from the Esoteric Order in the southern waters of the Moby Dick Sea, and I got a lot of information about the Esoteric Order from him."

"Their president, Zarathu, for unknown reasons, has not appeared for a long time, and the members of the middle and lower classes do not know why, but they firmly believe that Zarathu is not dead, and the members of the Tantric Order generally respect and fear Zarathu, and some even call him an 'immortal monster'."

"The current Esoteric Order is active in Intis, and some of its members serve in the intelligence services of Intis, a tradition that has been handed down since the time of Russell the Great."

"Most of the Esoteric Orders are chasing the relics of the House of Antigonus."

At this, Roman looked up at Mr. Fool vaguely, and his tone seemed to become a little hesitant, as if he was wondering or guessing something.

"The vast majority of the members of the Esoteric Order are 'Fortune Tellers', and the 'Facelings' I killed are the follow-up sequences of the 'Fortune Tellers' path, and according to the information I have received, the ritual of the 'Facelings' to be promoted to the 'Master of the Secret Puppets' requires the mermaid to take potions to the singing of the mermaids."

"But strangely, the Esoteric Order doesn't have mermaids of their own."

"The vast majority of mermaids are controlled by the Church of the Night."

"Wild mermaids may be encountered on the route from the Gargas Islands to the depths of the Sunia Sea, and there are certain opportunities to find them in the sea areas full of dangers that have not yet been explored by humans."

"The 'Faceling' I met was the one who was planning to find the mermaid in the depths of the Sunia Sea, and I killed him on the way."

"Mr. Fool, are you still satisfied with this information?"

Crane under the gray fog nodded, the information provided by Mr. Power was really valuable.

Whether it's Zarathu's current situation, or the last paragraph about the follow-up promotion of the "Facelings".

Although he is only a "magician" now, the progress of potion digestion is not bad, and he has asked for the purchase of "Faceling" materials in several ways.

Just haven't gotten the news yet.

Mr. Power had just killed a "Faceling", and Crane was a little excited......

But in the person of Mr. Fool, it is impossible to ask about the extraordinary characteristics of a "Faceling".

Alas, it would have been nice if it had been at a tarot meeting.

Crane regretted in his heart, but he still chuckled and said:

"Very good, I'm satisfied, what do you want to exchange this information for?"

"Mr. Fool, in the process of killing that 'Faceling', I harvested a seal, I don't have a good way to seal it in the real world, I want to exchange this information for its qualification to stay in your kingdom."

Seals?

Will there be any danger? It's too late for divination......

Roman was afraid that Mr. Fool would think too much, and then said:

"It probably corresponds to the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Secret Puppet Master', which can turn the people around you into rigid puppets, but if it is within your divine kingdom, you don't have to worry about it at all."

"Master Puppet?"

Crane under the gray fog perked up, and said in a calm tone:

"Yes."

"Thank you for your kindness, I'll sacrifice it to you later." Roman saluted.

"It's an equivalent exchange."

The voice under the gray fog was leisurely and casual, as if it were just a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.

Roman returns to reality, performs a sacrifice ceremony, and sacrifices the bracelet to the gray mist along with the tin box, and then cleans up the room.

Broken...... My tin box.

Roman thought a little hindsightly.

Crane on the gray mist did not know Roman's regret, he looked at the pitch-black bracelet in front of him with great interest, and wrote the divination sentence with great interest:

"The origin of this black bracelet."

In his contemplation, Crane entered a dream, and his surroundings were gray and misty.

In this scene, Crane sees an adventure ship with sails and chimneys, and a tall captain who is controlled, gradually stiffened, and then replaced.

He saw a reddish figure, using his staff to shatter a gray shadow that danced in continuous flames, and picked up the pitch-black bracelet.

The gray-white mist around him suddenly became thicker, and Crane seemed to sink heavily with his dreams.

In such gray pores, he seemed to see a vast expanse of wilderness, and saw many extraordinary people who were constantly fighting.

Crane seems to have become one of them, jumping with fire to fight his enemies.

Suddenly, all the flames seemed to lose control and converge in one direction.

All the concepts and things related to "fire" on the battlefield, the source of the destruction is concentrated in one place.

There was a towering figure as tall as a mountain, cloaked in a cloak as red as blood, surrounded by flames that seemed to carry the ultimate in destruction, chaos, and madness.

"Crane" just glanced in that direction, as if he had lost his mind in an instant.

The flames seemed to spread along the line of sight, filling the pores of the gray mist.

Rumble!

It's like pouring a bowl of cold water on a boiling oil pot, which explodes in an instant and splashes in all directions.

Crane's dream shattered, and he sat on the high-backed chair, his left hand clenched hard, and his right hand covered his forehead, as if he was experiencing some great pain.