“…… After talking to Adam, I suddenly remembered an old thing.

"In the days when the sun god was shining brightly, I once met a traveler who called himself a 'shaman'.

"The 'shaman' is strangely dressed and taciturn. We had been in parallel for a while, until the court of giants was close at hand, and the 'shaman' suddenly asked me if I wanted a prophecy.

"I can't remember what I thought at the time, but I remember rejecting him. The shaman didn't dwell on it, wished me a smooth journey and left.

"So when I stepped into the court of the giants alone to meet the sun god, the god stared at me for a long time and asked me who I had recently met.

"I can't hide it from Him and tell the Shaman's affairs.

"The sun god listened and gave me the surname 'Abraham'.

"And today, when I realized that Adam was snooping into my memory, I was very surprised.

Although he was Amun's own brother, he rarely did such an offensive thing. I even felt that He was deliberately trying to draw me back to me, to ask questions, to confirm something.

So I asked Him, "But do you want to take back my glorious surname?"

"Ah, when Adam looks at you but doesn't say a word, that clear look in His eyes is more irritating than Amun's way of fiddling with uniqueness.

Sensing my displeasure, he smiled and said that although this surname is noble in the lost civilization, the story behind it may not be to my liking.

"Why should I care about this? Since 'Abraham' belongs to me now, there is no second interpretation of it other than me, and the glory of the past cannot shine today.

Hearing the answer, Adam simply put the golden cross hanging from his chest to his lips and tapped it. The audience and the Facelings are on the same level of boredom, and I can't feel the slightest fluctuation from him.

"After this......

“……”

The slender fingers rested on the page, paused for a long time, and finally did not turn the next chapter. After casually taking a golden bookmark from the side, the brown hair was scattered, the blue eyes were blue, and the look was tired and lazy. With the last of his patience, Wall gently closed the old, almost decaying notebook, and then leaned back as if he had no bones, slumping into the wide chair.

Call...... She let out a long breath, rubbing her hands against the sides of her swollen eye sockets, and looked around with some fear, lest there was a mild-looking, clear-eyed blonde priest sitting in a corner of the great library.

However, when his gaze touched the faint gray mist that lingered at his side, Firth quickly settled down, and reverently bowed his head and praised the fool in his heart.

If she hadn't asked for Mr. Fool's protection in advance, she wouldn't have been able to keep her mental state normal to read "Mr. Door" Bethel. Notes left by Abraham.

Well, it seems, it seems, that I've been the Tarot member who gets the most response from Mr. Fool! For the first few Red Moons, I was able to climb the gray mist and receive the blessing of Mr. Fool face to face, but then I was replaced by the blessing of an angel...... Furth glanced at the black teacup, causing it to float to his lips, and swallowed a few sips of the tea at the right temperature almost without raising his head, before he showed a soothing expression and had the strength to sit upright.

Amun's unspeakable brother was almost the most innocuous high-ranking being mentioned in Mr. Men's notes, and the travelogues about the stars that had been sealed and preserved by the Abrahams were not even the courage to touch them, let alone read them, and decided to save them for his angelic personhood, which would be at least five or six years later.

The pendulum of a noble vertical clock, more than a man tall, at the desk trembled and hummed melodiously, and after a short rest, Furth got up, straightened out the wrinkled skirt of the long stacking, and walked slowly through the huge bookcase that reached to the ceiling. The Abraham's library is as large as the Municipal Library in Trier, and it would take a few minutes to walk to the door without using the power.

For a writer, such a well-equipped library is very precious and comfortable, so Furth is happy to measure it with his feet again and again. Whenever she came to Abraham's family, she almost stayed in the library to fulfill the two tasks assigned to her by Mr. Fool – to explore the history of the Quaternary and to write a biography of Gelman – rarely interfering with Abraham's daily lives, unless someone wanted to be protected by the demigod when they were promoted.

In order to demonstrate the generosity and benevolence of Mr. Fool, Furth would not refuse such a request.

Occasionally, of course, she would share afternoon tea with the young Abrahams.

In terms of food, in the words of Russell the Great, Intis literally threw Rune out of the realm for two hundred years......

Leaving the library and descending the hallway, Forth came to a large, bright hall that was decorated like a church, with the Fool's emblem hanging from the wall at the end of the wall, made of pupilless eyes and twisted lines. At this moment, many members of the Abrahamic family gathered here to tell the stories recorded in the sacred book of the "Fools" to the children around them who were still at an ignorant age.

Seeing Forthth coming, they all got up, saluted briefly, and then exited the prayer hall with their children.

As agreed, on the afternoon of the first Monday of the month, this prayer hall is exclusive to Forth.

She was not very used to such a pomp and circumstance, after all, she was only attending a tarot meeting, and it made no difference in which room she was in. However, members of Abraham's Presbyterian Church believed that such ritualistic practices would deepen the family's faith in the fool and strengthen Forthth's position in the family, and she accepted the arrangement.

Sitting facing the Fool's emblem, Folth whispered Mr. Fool's name as he watched the time: "O Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious lord of the gray mist, and you are the king of yellow and black who rules good fortune......"

With the chanting, a flower suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and the crimson light flooded her out of thin air.

When I opened my eyes again, several towering stone pillars supported the extremely high dome, and in the legendary temple, the heavy bronze long table swayed horizontally, and the crimson stars twinkled on the left and right of the long table, and then familiar figures appeared.

Furth subconsciously counted the number of people and confirmed that no one was absent.

Immediately after that, Miss "Justice", who was close to the top, took the lead in getting up as usual and leading everyone to greet the empty high place, and this time the tarot meeting officially began.

Leonard "Star" and Emlyn "Moon" are still in the Southern Continent; Alger "The Hanged Man" once again embarks on a journey to explore the Misty Sea after a brief pause in western Fursac; "The Sun" Derick continues to be in charge of church affairs in the Roth Islands; "Justice" Audrey's investigation in East Chester County has come to an end and has returned to Beckland......

After Furth shared some of the Quaternary secrets from "Mr. Door's" notes, Gardelia, the "Hermit" on her left, withdrew the decorative glasses on the bridge of her nose and said in a deep voice: "The mysterious queen recently shared a piece of information with me: there are many people in this world who have mastered the method of interpreting Russell's characters. ”

The crowd immediately cast a slightly stunned probing gaze, urging Gardelia to continue.

In their minds, the only person who could decipher Russell's text was Mr. "Fool"!

Even the Mysterious Queen, the biological daughter of Russell the Great, did not possess similar abilities.

"We don't know where these people came from. I mean," Gardelia, who had already been shocked by everyone's gaze, continued to state calmly, "Their past experiences are all very normal, and there is nothing to pay special attention to, but even after a certain day, they all show more or less strangeness. The mysterious queen established contact with some of them, and came to the conclusion that the souls of those were replaced, and that those who had mastered the Russell script claimed to have arrived from another world. One more point is that they are interested in Gelman. The name Sparrow was very interesting. ”

"This ......," Audrey mused, feeling a mixture of surprise and shock when she flipped through fantasy stories as a child.

In a matter of seconds, Furth conceived the beginnings of several thriller stories around these visitors from another world, and his thoughts were so strong that he wanted to take out his pen and paper now.

Leonard, who was on the other side of the long table, seemed to remember something, and coughed lightly: "There are similar cases in the Church of the Night, these people probably died first for various reasons, and then were ...... Resurrected by souls who claim to be from another world, their behavior and personality are quite different from before, and several of them have been reported to the church because of this. ”

He himself had discovered this situation as early as last year, and after praying to the goddess at the instigation of the old man, Leonard also deliberately paid attention to the relevant information in the church, but he didn't get a lot of information.

Although it was once thought that this had something to do with the slumber of Mr. "Fool" and Klein, none of the cases that Leonard knew of showed the ability to read Russell's words, and he could not summarize the patterns, and over time he put them behind because of the heavy workload, until Gadelia brought it up at this moment.

Emlyn glanced sideways at the Red Glove and said to herself, "How come I haven't heard anything like this?"

The first parents also did not give revelation......

Alger's brow furrowed deeper than they did, not knowing what he was thinking.

Derick has only been in the outside world for a little more than a year, and has no reverence for Russell, except that Mr. "Fool" once collected the former's diary. He had some thoughts about the so-called "other world": "Could these people, like us, come from places like God's forsaken lands that have been divided by divine power?" ”

Gardelia shook her head with some regret: "It should be possible to rule them out, they ...... The world they are describing is unimaginable with no gods or extraordinary powers. ”

The Tarot congregation was speechless for a moment, first subconsciously simulating a world where gods did not exist, and then stopped thinking in shock or fear, subconsciously looked at the empty high-backed chair at the long table, and stopped their thoughts.

Gardelia understands this feeling. From the exchange of letters, from the description of those words, with her familiarity with each other, she was sure that the mysterious queen herself had also been shocked when she interacted with those visitors from other worlds.

Of course, nothing could compare to the translation of Russell's diary...... Gardelia waited patiently for her colleagues to come back to their senses before continuing, "Let's call these people 'visitors from the other world', most of them want to find a way back to their original world through extraordinary powers. The Mysterious Queen believes that the appearance of the 'Visitors from the Otherworld' has a certain connection with the 'Doomsday', and intends to secretly support them to become a new secret organization, which is also convenient for control, so as to prevent them from provoking evil beings when exploring the occult. ”

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly and looked at Forth, "And the place they chose is Trier, and they are going to use Russell's fame to find companions as much as possible." ”

Belch...... Fur's mind spun rapidly, both intensely curious and subconsciously resistant to trouble.

But in the end, she nodded: "Is there any work that needs me to do?" ”

"You don't have to do too much, just help them cover up some traces in Trier, regularly observe the status of the people involved, and be able to grasp the general flow of people. Given their interest in Mr. World, it's up to you to decide whether the information is open or confidential. I'll tell you more about those people later. ”

After that, Gardelia said that she had finished speaking. Hugh, who was in the latter place, put his hands on the long bronze table and tried to make himself taller, and said, "According to the information, the 'Red Angel' under the command of the Creator seems to have appeared in Fersak, and the members of the Witch Sect also have a tendency to move to the north......"

When the tarot meeting was over, Furth's blue eyes blinked a few times, watching the gray mist around him gradually fade into the air, and he exhaled silently, silently combing his work plan for the next month.

Well, the reading of Mr. Men's notes can be put first, which is too energy-consuming! In addition to the Hermit's request, I also agreed to Hugh to take her to the underground Trier, just now that the Witch Cult is focusing on Fusak, the guards in some places will be weakened......

It was only after he was stationed in Trier that he learned that the remains of the Quaternary Tudor Empire were still sleeping beneath the city. Considering that the true god of the Tudor Empire is the "Red Priest", and finding the whereabouts of its uniqueness and sequence one characteristics is the task given to Hugh by Mr. Fool, the two have actually tried to explore underground Trier a long time ago, but unexpectedly the Witch Sect also has a very developed root system in Trier, and it seems that there is something guarding underground.

In order to avoid being alarmed, the two of them did not force their way in, but after Hugh received information about the Witch Sect's shift in focus, Firth felt that it was time to start a second exploration.

As for the work at hand herself, the first part of Gelman's biography is large enough to be considered for the finish.

Because she was going to write a series, Furth deliberately controlled the length of the work, but nevertheless, she felt that it was also the fastest work she had written, and it only took eight or nine months from the beginning to the deadline.

Well, it is only by writing Mr. "World" that you can have such a fast speed...... His deeds, his stories, each one is very exciting, and there are so many parts that can be diverged......

It's just that, as far as my knowledge of Trier's popular literature is concerned, when Gelman's biography is published, there will be a peachy story featuring him, eh......

Thinking of this, Furth's expression was slightly embarrassed, and he silently defended himself in his heart.

It's really not that her portrayal of Mr. "World" is biased, but it can only be blamed that Mr. "World" himself is very charming!

And this charismatic person is particularly popular in Trier's underground literary market.

Reluctantly convinced, she sat still and waited for a few more moments, until the Spirit Messenger piggybacked on Gardelia's letter, which contained information about the "Visitor from the Other World" that she had mentioned at the Tarot meeting.

As soon as he opened it and read the first line, Furth frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice: "How could someone name a covert organization 'Curly Baboon Research Association'......"

Compared with the Tarot Society, the Aurora Society, and the Morse Ascetic Society, the name of the Curly Baboon Research Society is too unpretentious, but it has a sense of standing out from the crowd, making her feel that she can't evaluate.

It also made Forth really feel the difference in thinking habits between himself and those "visitors from other worlds".

She complained and quickly read the information, and after burning it casually, she decided to go back to her room to rest for a while, and then follow the contact information to contact the members of the Curly Baboon Research Society in the evening.

The covert organizations only meet at night, and that makes sense!

……

In Beckland, on Pacefield Street, diagonally across from the Rune Charitable Scholarship Foundation, Douglas took a sip of his coffee, but finally pouted and put down his glass.

He still couldn't get used to the bitter and sour drink.

He didn't have a shift this afternoon. Recently, the focus of the church's work has been on the establishment of pharmaceutical factories, and after the previous incident caused by the blood cult and the witch, the major churches have inertly swept a wave of underground markets, resulting in the recent covert organizations have been relatively peaceful, and there have been no serious and extraordinary accidents.

This made Douglas, who had just received the establishment a short time ago, happy to take a leisure, and took advantage of the time to come to the vicinity of the Foundation according to his previous idea to observe Audrey. Miss Hall.

Flipping through the investment advertisements in the newspapers, Douglas kept an eye on the movement at the entrance of the foundation, noticing a bright golden color at halfway past three. He laid the newspaper flat and looked over the edge of the paper.

It was a tall girl with soft blond hair, her eyes were green, her face was outstanding, but it was not sharp, and her whole body was filled with an easy-going and friendly atmosphere.

This made Douglas uncontrollably stay on the other party for a few seconds before slowly moving away.

I can't fault the shortcomings...... I saw about Audrey in the newspaper. Hall's description, Douglas was sure that it was Miss Audrey herself who had just walked out. While he sighed about why people and people perceived it so much, he concentrated on his observation, and found that Audrey did not take a private carriage, but took out a bicycle from the parking apron not far away, and pedaled away easily.

Bicycle...... Wouldn't it be too environmentally friendly for one of your count's daughters to travel by bicycle?

Douglas smacked his lips and didn't try to keep up, as he noticed the slightest disobedience.

The whole street was full of people, but no one paid special attention to a beautiful girl like Audrey, and stared at her for too long!

It is impossible for everyone on this street to be blind, and it is impossible to see beauties of this level every day.

Appreciating beauty is a gender-neutral thing, and it is difficult for women to resist this natural beauty, let alone men, and it is quite normal to can't help but take a look or two at such a passing moment.

Miss Audrey herself is likely to be extraordinary!

Moreover, it doesn't look like a "spectator" performance, maybe the other party has reached Sequence Eight or higher.

Make bold assumptions and verify them carefully...... Well, my performance just now is conspicuous enough against the backdrop of so many "eye-catching" passers-by...... Douglass sat still, turning another page of the newspaper in his hand.

At this time, he heard a soft female voice from the booth behind him, who couldn't tell the age level: "Are you looking for me?" ”

Douglas instinctively wanted to turn his head back, but only turned his face to the side for a few minutes before he stopped, and even withdrew his gaze from the glass window.

Although these actions did not come from the heart, Douglas did not resist in any way, as if it were all natural.

It's not going to be higher than I thought it would be...... He sneered in a calm mood while whispering: "Without knowing your name, I can only answer: maybe." ”

"What if not?" The female voice was not angry at his indecent answer, but asked curiously.

Douglas smiled and raised his hand to point out.

There is the Church of St. Samuel of the Church of the Night.

The voice behind him was silent for a few seconds, and then a smile rang out: "Okay, sir, you can go back." ”

"Forget it." This time, Douglas voluntarily refused, partly out of respect for beings who may be higher than his own sequence, and partly because the basic occult knowledge told him that face-to-face was more susceptible to mental hypnosis and interference, "I just heard something from my friends that I cared about, and I wanted to know more, but I lacked the right way to contact him." ”

"I understand. So, what do you want to know? ”

"I want to know the origin of the phrase, 'May you still have the courage to love the world after seeing everything clearly.'"

After another moment, the voice carried a certain sense of memory, and said leisurely: "This is a blessing from a friend." Of course, I made some changes to Melissa's words when I explained him. ”

Douglas tightened his hand in the newspaper and asked in a low voice, "I want to ...... Get to know that friend of yours. ”

"It depends on what you want to know about him." The female voice said this, but did not refuse to answer or end the conversation, "First of all, his name is Gelman. Jack sparrow. ”