"My child, I'm glad to hear that you're back to your senses."

In the clean and tidy room, the elderly Dean Wilson wore a pair of metal-framed glasses, and his silver white hair was sparse and meticulous, and he looked like a scholar.

The wooden wheelchair he sat in was a good explanation of what Dimon had said.

"Come closer and let me see, this is the first time you've come back to see me in so many years."

Ademisor stepped forward as instructed, letting the old man drag his hand and look him up and down.

Not accustomed to this kindness, an unnatural look appeared on his face.

"There is no feedback on the inspiration, Dean Wilson is likely to be an ordinary person, but to be able to serve as the dean here, if not a 'substitute for punishment', is definitely a member of the church."

Ademisore made a judgment as soon as he felt it.

Looking at the silent Ademisor, Wilson slowed his tone and made himself appear more amiable.

"Kid, is there anything going on with your coming back this time?"

Ademisor quietly withdrew his hand from Wilson's palm, his amber eyes revealing a hint of inquiry.

He looked directly at Wilson and asked:

"Dean, what do you know about my background?"

The smile on Wilson's face remained unchanged, and a trace of remembrance seemed to flash in his eyes, and he slowly spoke:

"Why did you suddenly ask about this, I told you when I was a child, well, it's okay to talk about it again, that night nineteen years ago, you were still a baby and you were put at the door of the orphanage..."

Ademisor raised his hand and rudely interrupted Wilson's reminiscences: "No, I remember." ”

If you don't want to tell the truth, forget it, so why continue to cover it up with a clumsy story.

He snorted silently.

Based on the fact that he was born with half of Sequence 9, Ademisore has some speculation about his origins.

His parents are most likely middle-to-high-level extraordinary people in the path of fate, perhaps members of the School of Life.

I just don't know how to get involved with the Storm Church, and of course I could have been arrested or killed by the Storm Church.

He took a deep breath and chose to be open and honest based on his previous assumption that the church already knew about his promotion to "monster".

"I've become a Sequence 9 'monster'."

The smile on Wilson's face froze for a second, then he retracted his smile and asked curiously, "You actually took the initiative to say it?" ”

His gaze instantly sharpened, staring at Ademisor, "You know the church has found out? ”

Wilson did not know that Ademisor had been replaced, and in his eyes, it was impossible for an orphan with no occult foundation to deduce that the Church had discovered his "secret".

Ademisore was apparently aware of this as well, and he feigned surprise:

"The Church Discovery? I don't know, I only know that the old Svein who took me in is a former 'substitute punisher', and I came from the Breeze Orphanage, so to speak, raised by the church..."

The further back he spoke, the deeper his tone became, until it was faintly audible.

The sharpness in Wilson's eyes faded, and the smile reappeared, his gaze kind.

"You are a good boy who knows how to be grateful, and the church is kind to you, you should remember that."

Immediately, under Ademisor's gaze, Wilson raised his withered palm and clenched it into a fist and hammered it lightly in the chest.

"The storm is with you!"

Ademisor hurriedly followed his example and responded, "The storm is with you!" ”

Wilson nodded in satisfaction and shook the rattle in his hand.

Dimon, who was quietly listening at the door, pushed the door open and entered the room.

He raised his head and poured a sip of wine, with a smile on his face, the roots of his yellow and black teeth exposed, and nodded slightly:

"Reacquaint yourself with the punisher, Dimon Sith."

Ademisor did not show a look of surprise, he carefully controlled his emotions, deliberately showed a trace of pride that should belong to his age, and raised his head slightly:

"I know, I'm a 'monster' and I can feel things that others can't."

Wilson and Dimon looked at each other quickly, and then Dimon laughed dryly:

"Indeed, you are already extraordinary, do you want to join the Church?"

"It's an informal invitation, you can go back and discuss it with Svein before making a decision."

Wilson interjected at the right time.

Dimon glared at Wilson dissatisfied, and said angrily:

"He's already extraordinary! If you don't join the church, you will only be imprisoned! ”

Wilson was silent for a moment and said, "That's just your idea. ”

"I'm willing to join."

Ademisore interrupted their argument without hesitation, which was exactly what he had come to the Breeze Orphanage.

"A wise choice, and a decisive choice." Dimon looked up in appreciation, and poured his wine again.

"I'll write a letter and bring it to Svein when you get back."

Dimon said, glancing at Wilson defiantly.

Then he chuckled at Ademisor:

"You don't seem to be curious at all? To extraordinary powers, to 'substitute punishment'? ”

The corners of Ademisor's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled for the first time since he crossed over.

"Believe me, anyone who has been tormented by hallucinations and whispers in his ears for more than ten years will know how to restrain curiosity about the extraordinary."

"Very good, you are better than I expected." The color of appreciation in Dimon's eyes was even stronger.

At this time, a mysterious premonition suddenly appeared in Ademisor's heart.

His heart moved, and before the two of them could speak again, he said softly:

"I need to use the bathroom."

"On the left hand side of the stairs."

Dimon shrugged.

Ademisore nodded, and walked out of the room into the bathroom next to the stairs.

As soon as he locked the door, his eyes and ears burst into a deep red at the same time, obscuring his vision and drowning his surroundings for a moment.

……

In the gray mist, Ademisor slowly opened his eyes.

"This is being pulled into the fog, and the feeling of a whim just now is a revelation of fate?"

"Uh, the revelation of fate, heh, I have to say that this path really has the potential of a god."

While complaining, Ademisor quietly looked around.

In front of him are the "Justice" Audrey with a blurred head and a hazy figure and "The Hanged Man" Alger.

Of course, there is also the "fool" Zhou Mingrui, who is shrouded in gray mist.

Well, it looks like I'm going to be the patriarch of the Tarot Society too.

But I don't have any medium around me that can connect to the gray mist, is it from the care of my fellow countrymen?

Or... Is it a choice of fate?

Ademisor hurriedly restrained his thoughts and avoided drifting in the direction of the godstick.

"Your Excellency, where is this?"

"What do you want to do?"

The stunned Mr. "Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice" spoke at the same time, breaking the silence.

Everyone is talking, does it seem wrong if I don't speak?

Ademisor's thoughts turned in his heart, and he subconsciously followed the two and whispered, "Good afternoon." ”

This drew the attention of the other three.

"Good afternoon? This gentleman doesn't seem to be alarmed? Isn't such a thing weird to him? ”

"Justice," Audrey thought subconsciously.

The same doubts arose in the mind of "The Hanged Man" Alger.