Ademisor looked at Soratak with a cold face, and found that the other party was completely different from what he had imagined.

Originally, he thought that Mr. 3 was an unruly and arrogant young man, especially judging from Mr. Butler's performance, he seemed to be a rather cold and stern person.

But now it seems that he is a middle-aged uncle who has no temper and is submissive, with a sloppy appearance and a cowardly personality, maybe this is just a disguise for Solatuck, but in any case, in addition to the suspicion of neglect in not greeting him in person at first, judging from his various performances after entering the house, his attitude is very humble when facing himself.

Ademisor closed his eyes and felt carefully for a moment, not getting any negative feedback from Soratak, and then he laughed at himself in his heart, he was a Sequence 5, and he was the head of Farah Heights personally appointed by the School of Life, Soratak would naturally be cautious in front of him, which did not conflict with his harshness and coldness towards Mr. Butler, or his unruliness towards others.

After thinking about it, he reached out and pulled out the image of the teenager that "Mr. Cardip" had used before from his arms.

"You can help me inquire if anyone has seen this teenager recently."

"Don't make a noise, spy on it."

Soratak took the portrait from Ademisor's hand, nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, don't worry, I will inform you as soon as there is news." ”

Ademisor nodded, "Also, what are the extraordinaire gatherings in the city?" “

Soratak was stunned for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "My lord, are you going to attend the extraordinary party in person?" “

"Any questions?"

"No, it's fine, but if you need anything, tell me and I'll take care of it."

Ademisor shook his head lightly and said, "No, I'll go and see for myself." ”

"Okay, please wait a minute, I'll write you down a few extraordinary gathering messages that I know."

Ademisor snorted, "And..."

Soratak listened.

"I heard Mr. Butler call you Your Excellency, but I don't know which country you canonized as a Lord?"

"It's Sukarabang." Soratak replied softly, "I have renounced my Intis citizenship and joined Suklabang. “

"yes," Ademisor nodded, not saying anything more.

He took the information provided by Solatac and returned to the inn.

In the afternoon, he received a letter from Bernadette asking him to help translate a few pages of his diary.

In the evening, Mr. Councillor sent a letter with the potion that could change the appearance to a certain extent, and after Bena drank it, she put on a rough servant's costume, which was very different from the photo on the wanted notice provided by Alger, and I believe it was enough to hide most of the eyeliner.

For several days after that, Ademisor attended all the extraordinary gatherings according to the information provided by Soratuck.

The reason why he insisted on attending in person was because he had high hopes for his inspiration, and maybe he would find something unusual and trigger his own inspiration to give feedback.

Of course, this method is not reliable, but Ademisol has no other way.

He tried various divination methods to find "Mr. Kadepu" entrusted by the Taka family to find to no avail, and according to the information provided by the Taka family, this "Mr. Cadpull" is no different from a normal person, and he will not easily do anything harmful to others, not at all like ordinary seals, he will always cause some extraordinary incidents, and he can easily be locked down.

And this harmless... It's like a drop of water melted into the sea, and there is no other valid news other than knowing that it is in Farah Heights.

Ademisore had thought of finding another way, and Louis had previously said that there was a traitor who had betrayed him and caused "Mr. Cadpool", so he tried to target "Mr. Cadpull" by locking the traitor's location, but the divination was also fruitless.

On Sunday evening, Soratak, dressed in a black robe and hooded, arrived at Ademisor's hotel and reported in detail to Ademisol the results of the investigation over the past few days.

It can be seen that Solatac is very confident in his power in Costello City, and he has come to a categorical conclusion: the person he is looking for is not in the city at all.

"I will never dare to deceive you, my lord, this person must not be in the city, otherwise I would not have found him." Soratak said with confidence.

Ademisor was silent for a moment before nodding, "Good work. “

"Yes, I don't dare to say that it is hard, what else do you have to say, my lord?"

"I'll contact you if so."

"Your Excellency, are you still staying here?"

Ademisor frowned when he heard this, and asked, "What?" What's the problem? ”

"No, no, it's me who is too talkative." Soratak smiled and bowed and exited the room.

Is there something wrong with this guy? He looked at Solatuck's departing figure and pondered in silence, but the inspiration still didn't give any feedback.

The unfortunate attribute of the "Priest of Calamity"? Ademisore suddenly thought that maybe this was the possibility, and put the matter aside for the time being.

After lunch the next day, he excused himself by going out to find out the news, avoiding Bena and opening a room next door.

After a morning break in bed, Ademisor woke up at about 2:50 p.m. and sat in bed quietly waiting for the weekly meeting to arrive.

According to the original book, this gathering of the Tarot Club will be further strengthened, officially absorbing the "magician" Fals. Wall became a full member, and his thoughts were swirling, and the wall clock on the wall slowly pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon.

Ademisore suddenly went into a trance in front of his eyes, and saw the gray mist gushing out in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself once again in the mysterious gray mist, in the majestic palace, in front of the ancient mottled bronze table, surrounded by a series of misty figures that were difficult to see.

Really!

He keenly noticed that there was an extra figure at the party, and it seemed that Miss "Magician" had officially joined the Tarot Society according to the original process.

Ademisor's muttering Firth was watching all this cautiously, watching the figures at the long bronze table.

This is what Mr. "Fool" is talking about?

She had a new instinct that the members who could participate in this kind of secret gathering were very, very powerful extraordinary.

Except for me... Miss Salted Fish was very self-aware, and thought weakly and fearfully.

But she quickly adjusted her mentality, and the good logical ability cultivated by writing made her push back all of a sudden, since she can join this sequence 9, the other members may not necessarily be very powerful, and the requirement of this party is obviously not to be strong, but to establish a connection with Mr. "Fool" for some reason...... Foer's mind relaxed a little at this point.