In the majestic palace like the abode of giants, Crane's figure appeared at the top of the long bronze table.

He responded to his sacrificial ritual first, delivering the flaming blow to the gray mist.

Just as Crane was about to test the weapon, he saw a crimson star shrinking and expanding.

"Miss Justice's Prayer...... No, did she really meet Ziringus at the prom? Crane said in some surprise.

Curiously, he raised his right hand, spread his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized "justice".

Suddenly, he saw the picture of the Twisted Mold, and saw Miss "Justice" wearing an off-white court dress, sitting on a chair in a dark corner, clasping her hands against her buried forehead.

At the same time, the slightly immature and tense sweet female voice is superimposed illusory, echoing layer by layer:

"O fool who does not belong to this age;"

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

"You are the Yellow and Black King who rules good fortune."

"I pray for your attention;"

"Hear, please;"

"I met someone suspected of being Chillingers at a ball held by Duke Negan......"

I rub! Zilingers actually went to that ball, this plate herd wouldn't have been a fortune teller before, was he a soothsayer or was I a soothsayer...... After listening to Miss Justice's prayer, Crane couldn't help but think in surprise.

Surprised, Crane began to think about what kind of help he could provide in this matter.

Although he was unable to participate in this incident personally, he could pass on the information of Miss Justice to Gawain and the Hanged Man.

As for what happened after that, Crane couldn't care so much.

He pondered for a moment, then began to respond to the plea for "justice."

…………

In the small prayer room of Duke Negan's residence.

Audrey prayed several times, finally paused, straightened her clothes, and walked briskly to the door.

She knew she couldn't disappear for too long, or she would worry her father and mother, misjudging the situation and responding incorrectly.

Standing behind the door, Audrey took a deep breath and stretched out her right hand, wearing white tulle gloves, with trepidation and uneasiness, to release the lock.

Leaving the small prayer room, she walked down the hallway towards the "dining room", and saw the guests with wine glasses and plates getting closer and closer.

In the center of the thick gray mist was an ancient high-backed chair, on which sat a mysterious existence that made people unable to see their appearance and figure, and looked down on everything.

Mr. "Fool"! Audrey almost blurted out in surprise.

Immediately after, she heard a familiar deep voice:

"I see."

The sound was still echoing, the gray fog had disappeared, and Audrey was still in front of her long tables with food and drinks, and it was still a lively scene.

The apprehension and uneasiness in her heart disappeared, she subconsciously straightened her back, entered the "restaurant" with calm and light steps, and walked to the lounge here.

…………

Above the gray mist, inside the majestic palace.

After responding to Miss "Justice", Crane began to think about how to convey the matter to "The Hanged Man" and "Power".

"It's definitely not okay for me to repeat the narrative myself, it's out of character, and there is no mysterious being who personally acts as a microphone!" He whispered to himself.

Crane pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.

He embodied the images and sounds of Miss Justice's prayer and turned them into mosaic-like movie scenes.

Crane stretched out his hand and threw the replayed curtain of light into the two crimson stars, symbolizing "Hanged Man" and "Strength".

…………

Beckland, Joewood District, King's Avenue.

"The Hanged Man" Alger. Wilson looked out at Queens at the end of the road, looking a little distraught.

At the previous tarot meeting, Mr. Power guessed the general purpose of Ziringers based on that extremely thin bit of information.

And with Alger's understanding of Chillingus, he thinks that what Mr. Power said is probably the truth.

But the biggest problem was that although he knew the purpose of Ziringers in advance, he couldn't convey the news.

Because Alger couldn't explain how accurately he had predicted Ziringers' whereabouts.

And speculation is only speculation after all, and it cannot be used as a basis for action.

If Alger hastily reported the news, and after mobilizing a large number of substitute punishers, only to find out that Ziringers did not come at all, then he would definitely be blamed and suspected by the church.

Alger, who was depressed and could not calm down, had to come out for a break.

I can only hope that those nobles will not be too wasteful, so that they can have some effect...... Alger sighed silently.

At this time, he found that his eyes had become illusory, showing a thick gray-white mist.

In the depths of this fog with no end in sight, there is a high-backed chair that will always exist there, and on the high-backed chair sits a faint figure.

Mr. "Fool" ...... As soon as Alger had the idea, he saw a figure in a court dress in a court dress in the hazy gray mist.

Maintaining a posture of prayer, she kept saying:

"I was at Duke Negan's ball and met someone who seemed to be Zielingers."

"He disguised himself as Baron Gramir......"

……

Alger was startled at first, then showed a surprised expression, pressed his hand to his chest, lowered his head and said:

"Praise you, Mr. Fool!"

Before he could finish speaking, everything he heard and saw vanished, as if it had never appeared.

Alger didn't hesitate, turned and ran quickly towards the church.

He was going to find one of the cardinals of the Storm Church, the archbishop of the diocese of Beckland, the "singer of the gods" Ace. Snake!

For Alger. For Wilson, killing "Lieutenant General Hurricane" Ziringers with his own hands was the best development.

But if you can't do it, it's acceptable to be able to confirm the death of the other party!

……

On the outskirts of Queens, in an aristocratic mansion.

Gawain sat at his desk, quietly waiting.

Arthas lay in his arms, curled into a fluffy black and white ball, and fell asleep, like a black sesame rice ball with a missing filling.

Soon, he noticed that his eyes had become illusory, taking on a familiar gray mist.

After receiving the news from Mr. Fool, Gawain reached out and poked Arthas twice as he fell asleep.

When he woke up to the Alsace Lost Lake, he shook the stick figure of Mr. Azik that he had drawn before his eyes.

Alsasson realized and jumped into the spirit realm with a slight jump.

Gao Wen stood up at this time, and Shi Shiran walked out of the house.