Martin's eyes were closed, the green flame on the tip of his left finger was still beating, and his head was full of the piper's tragic death.

But as time passed, he found that nothing had changed.

He turned his back, slowly opened his eyes, and touched his neck with his right hand.

After making sure nothing had changed, he swallowed his saliva and breathed a sigh of relief, and began to think about the weirdness of it.

He was so frightened by the monster's dying appearance that he didn't realize that the cards were one thing, but the strange presence of the first two cards also gave him a certain misconception, making him mistakenly believe that the cards would automatically return to their original places when they were picked up.

But the strangest thing is that after also looking at the third card, the piper died but he was still fine.

It seems that above his head, there is a hidden aura.

......

Just then, Martin noticed a noise coming from the depths of the tent.

He wanted to leave at first, but remembered that Juncker was still on the ground, and while maintaining the green flame, he crouched down to help Juncker up, and at the same time used the corner of his eye to bypass the cards on the ground and glance into the depths of the tent.

He saw the mirror of the floor-to-ceiling mirror begin to vibrate, and then countless colored bubbles floated out of the mirror. They shimmer in magnificent colors, constantly floating out of the mirror, expanding and then shattering in mid-air outside the mirror.

Martin held the green flame, ready to throw, though it was still a bit far away.

A gust of wind blew, and he felt a fishtail with the salty smell of the sea swimming past him.

He turned his head to look at the exit of the tent, where the light seemed to be distorted, revealing a vague figure wrapped in purple mist.

The figure turned its head to look at him, and seemed to smile at him, before disappearing.

"Interesting."

In the air, an ethereal woman's voice came.

And the special fragrance that had been lingering in the tent also dissipated at this moment.

Before Martin could figure out what was going on, the mirror of the floor-to-ceiling mirror shook again.

It's a lot stronger than the one just now.

Then, a huge crack appeared in the mirror.

Two.

Three of a kind.

Countless strips.

The mirror shattered with a thud, and a figure slowly emerged in front of the mirror.

It was a spirited old man, wearing a gentleman's hat, a black coat, gray hair, and a thin cane in his right hand, carved from willow wood, with a metal wrap at the bottom, and a closed all-seeing eye carved at the top.

When he saw Martin on alert, he lost his mind for a moment, then smiled and said to Martin:

"Well done."

The old man straightened his coat and staggered to Martin with his cane, and he stared at him for a moment, then said:

"You have the breath of [yesterday] and [tomorrow] at the same time..."

"Could this be the seventh-order [Twin Flames] card of the [Chariot] deck... It's no wonder that [perfumery] can give up on action. ”

He caught a glimpse of the green flame in Martin's hand, his drooping eyes as if he had seen some treasure, and his gaze became like substance.

Martin noticed that the old man's left foot seemed to be injured and that he was walking a little unnaturally, but he remained defensive and did not believe the sudden appearance of the old man.

He saw that the mist on the old man's body was actually cyan and orange and yellow, blending back and forth between the two colors, sometimes violent and sometimes quiet.

This is something he hasn't seen before.

The old man looked at Martin's appearance and said with a smile:

"But the madness of the [Angel] is not easy to bear... Maybe it's just some illusions and whispers right now, but maybe in the near future, you'll grow fangs and claws and become a believer in the moon. ”

"Trust me, I can see vaguely."

The old man said these words in a flat tone that made Martin's hairs stand on end, which hit the heart of Martin's concern.

In the process of using the red and green flames these few times, he clearly felt that the whispers that lingered in his ears gradually became clear and persistent, and it was because of this worry that he wanted to temporarily stop using the flames last night.

It's just that things are getting too fast, after all, the red and green flames are the only thing he can rely on now.

He asked tentatively:

"Do you know where this flame came from?"

"It is said that the eyes of the 'little king' card of the [Chariot] deck, the [Seat Angel], are full of his divisive and crazy qualities... But it's hidden in the [secrets] of history, and I can't see it..."

The old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and he began to search for something in his pocket.

"Let me find... Where did the old owl give me my 'head'..."

"Here, I found it."

He took out a pocket skull made of white crystal and held it in the palm of his hand, and he pulled out a silver cigarette case, and took out a cigarette and placed it between the teeth of the skull.

Martin noticed that at the top of the skull, a symbol of a lantern was carved.

At this time, the green flame in Martin's hand shook without wind.

Immediately, the flame escaped Martin's fingertips and flew onto the cigarette butt in his skull's mouth.

The cigarette was lit by a green flame, and the smoke rose in a curling wave.

The skull shook its head suddenly, its expression became vivid, and it took a long puff of smoke as two green flames ignited in its eye sockets.

"Hmm... This familiar smell of madness......"

The skull actually began to speak.

"How long... I've never tasted such sheer madness..."

It took another puff on its cigarette and then took a look of enjoyment.

The smoke was inhaled into its nasal cavity, slowly swirling in its transparent brain, and looking beautiful and mysterious through the crystal.

"You can ask a question about [Chariot]."

It said to Martin, looking a little drunk.

Martin saw the old man holding the skull tilt his head and gesture to him, and he understood that he was asking himself to ask the question he wanted to know.

He saw that he thought for a moment, and then asked the skull:

"How do I get rid of the negative effects of the [Twin Flames]?"

Martin didn't limit the problem to solving the "whisper" or pulling away from the [Twin Flames], he was a bit greedy and wanted to get rid of the negative effects while keeping this killer feature.

"Hah!"

The skull had a cigarette in its mouth and let out a strange scream, but the cigarette in its mouth was still burning steadily.

"You're wasting this question."

"You already have a high-ranking [Bell] product on you, as long as you find the [Artifact Master] who made this item, you can extract the [Twins]."

The skull took another drag on the cigarette, then opened its mouth to swallow the burnt cigarette into its mouth and chew it.

As the last bit of flame of the cigarette disappeared from its mouth, the two pulsing green flames in its eye sockets became more and more fluttering, and its expression gradually stiffened.

"Compared to [Madness], the taste of [Calculation] is really too pale..."

As the two green flames were completely extinguished, it reverted to the appearance that the white-robed old man had just taken out.

The old man put it in his pocket, looked at Martin's puzzled expression, and smiled kindly at Martin:

"You seem to have some doubts about his answer."

Martin had already let down his guard against the old man, after all, if he was the manipulator behind the piper, he could do it to himself after seizing the green flame just now, and he had no ability to resist at all.

"Yes, sir."

He got a little closer.

"I don't quite understand what [Bell] and [Artificist] mean."

"Oh? You have more than one magical item on you, and you even have twin flames that the [Garden of Eden] gang covets, but don't you even know the [Artifact Master]..."

As he spoke, the old man picked up the card on the floor that Martin had been afraid to look at, and the flute that the piper had left behind, turned to the long table, covered it again, and sat down behind it.

He motioned for Martin to sit across from him, then set the coffee pot on the table and began to boil water.

"I'll tell you the truth, I've wanted to be a 'savior' since I was a child, and that's why I'm wearing it. But although I was given a few items, I didn't know anything about the magical power behind them. ”

"So, could you please briefly describe to me the world of the 'Rescuers'?"

Martin tried to appear as inquisitive as possible.

Ever since he came to this world, he had heard the words "deck", "polluter", "fourth order" and so on from the people around him, and even now had a [Hand of Glory] in his hand, but he knew nothing about it except that he was a "xenomorph" or "polluter".

He felt like he was groping his way through the night, not knowing when he would bump into someone he couldn't mess with.

He was in a hurry.

Belisarius had mentioned "savior" and "master" last night, but this was only a small piece of the puzzle in a vast world.

So this opportunity is very precious, he can see that the old man in front of him has a certain kindness to him, and Martin wants him to reveal more information.

The coffee in the pot was already boiling, and the water vapor kept coming out of the spout, and the old man took the pot and poured out a cup, but he did not filter out the residue, and the fine coffee powder settled directly at the bottom of the cup.

"Savior... It's been a long time since I've heard anything like that..."

"First of all, tell the old man what you just experienced, and I'll hear about it, thanks to you for getting rid of the Pied Piper, otherwise these [Great Arcana] may fall into the hands of that cunning [Perfumer]."

He took a sip from his coffee cup.

Martin told him about what had just happened, and concealed details that he didn't react when he heard the flute, saying only that he was manipulated with his friends and then deceived the piper at a critical moment.

"Hmm... Being able to get rid of the 'catalytic' effect of the flute on his own alone, and use the mask to 'deceive', and then cooperate with the 'twin flames' to achieve counter-killing, this performance is ...... You seem to have an affinity for the Pollution Card that rivals that of a xenomorph..."

Hearing the old man mention "xeno", Martin held his breath.