City of Tingen, Daffodil Straße 2.

Klein Moretti snapped his eyes open.

He could feel the whisper in his ears that suddenly buzzed, and his head was dizzy for a few seconds.

"Someone is praying to me."

He realized this, and looked out the window, where the crimson moonlight still covered the ground.

"It's so late, is it justice, the hanging man, or the new sun?"

He stood up, put on a garment, and walked into the bathroom.

Four steps backwards, he came to the top of the gray mist.

The crimson stars were still there, but they weren't the three he was familiar with.

"New people?"

Crane frowned, letting his spirituality spread, touching the crimson.

But unlike every previous one, through the link of the crimson star, he did not see any picture, only endless darkness, and in the darkness, a voice sounded:

"I see you!"

Klein froze.

Not an invoker, this short sentence sounds more like a threat?

Is there a being who notices itself?

How can it be? This place was above the gray mist, and the person here was strong enough to withstand the gaze of the gods, who had once looked directly at the true god of the Eternal Sun here, and had not been harmed by any subsequent injuries.

Is there anything higher than the gods?

Klein only felt a chill run through the back of his head, and he quickly disconnected from the crimson spiritual touch.

He couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, almost trying to escape the range of the gray mist, but he resisted the urge and stood patiently where he was.

The gray mist is his greatest reliance, and he is not willing to give up unless it is a last resort.

The surrounding halls were still quiet, and the gray mist was still calm, as if the sound had not yet appeared.

"Just a word?"

The imaginary follow-up danger did not happen, and Crane breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself to calm down and analyze the current situation.

"Three possibilities, the first is that someone in the tarot will leak the secret words that connect to the gray mist."

"But whether it's justice, the hanged man, or the sun, they all have deep faith in the person of the fool, and the presence of the Tarot Society is beneficial to them, so it is unlikely that they will do such a thing."

"Even if it is an accidental leak, ordinary transcendents would not dare to pronounce the name of an unknown existence, let alone in the form of a threat."

"Moreover, it can also block the perception of gray fog, so that I can't see him."

"The second possibility is that there is a high-order transcendent who has connected to the crimson star through some means unknown to me, maybe some item, he is tempting me, and he is strong enough that I can't snoop and maybe have the ability to counter-divination."

"The third possibility. There are higher levels of beings who have discovered the Grey Mist. And really saw me. ”

"But if it is a higher level being, what is His purpose?"

All three are possible, but Klein prefers the second one, after all, if it is a higher-level existence, even if it is just a simple language, it is impossible to have no effect on himself who has just been promoted to Sequence 8.

The time he looked directly at the eternal sun before, if it weren't for the existence of the gray mist, he would have died in an instant.

"I need to do a divination."

Klein's sequence, the name of Sequence 9 is Fortune Teller, drinking this potion can allow people to master abilities related to divination, such as astrology, card divination, pendulum, spiritual vision, etc.

Of course, it is not that drinking potions immediately makes it possible to understand and master these abilities, but only that the potion user is qualified to learn and is easy to master.

After being promoted to Sequence 8, the ability of Sequence 9 will naturally not disappear, but will be enhanced.

Klein sat down at the long table, removed the pendant from his wrist, and used the "pendulum method" for divination, and he meditated in his heart:

"The act of contact just now is dangerous."

“.”

"The act of contact just now is dangerous."

After seven consecutive meditations, Crane opened his eyes and saw the pendant rotate slowly, counterclockwise.

Crane frowned.

If the pendant rotates clockwise, it means that its words are correct, and the faster it turns, the greater the danger, while if it rotates counterclockwise, it means that there is no danger.

"It's not normal."

Klein knew that there was danger in coming into contact with any unknown being, but it was a big or little dangerous.

He embodied a piece of paper on which he wrote a sentence in Hermes: "The source of that voice." ”

He recited the words silently, over and over again, seven times, and then he grabbed the piece of paper in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and quickly entered a meditative state.

This is "dream divination", which allows the soothsayer to see concrete situations.

But Crane saw nothing, just as he had been when he had touched the crimson mass, and there was silence and darkness in his dreams.

Klein's eyes snapped open.

Divination failed.

Although insufficient information can also lead to the failure of divination, it is impossible to see nothing if you have been spiritually exposed to the other person's voice.

"My divination has been interfered with."

He was convinced of this, though he was reluctant to believe it.

In the real world, with his personality of sequence 8, it is normal to be disturbed by certain people or things, but here is above the gray fog, his biggest dependence!

Here, he was even able to look directly at the gods through divination!

What beings can interfere with divination above the gray mist?

A third possibility arose in his mind, and he shuddered, and quickly suppressed the thought.

"Never respond to that voice!"

Klein admonished himself: "No matter what kind of existence it is, what purpose it is, since he is only communicating through the stars, it is possible that he has no other means to interfere with the gray fog. ”

"As long as I ignore him, he can't do anything."

He was about to leave the gray mist when he saw the crimson star begin to twinkle again.

The being sent a message again!

Klein stared at the twinkling stars for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, deciding not to listen to what the other party had to say, his mind sank, and he left the gray mist space directly.

Beckland, Arka Street.

Townsend ended his second communication with the "Fool".

There was no response from the other party, which was not surprising to Townsend.

If Klein responds, it will be unreasonable, after all, it is his biggest dependence, his biggest secret.

It's like if the text suddenly appears in your vision: "I see you." ”

Townsend would probably have been horrified, too.

"The seeds have been planted, and the harvest requires patience."

Tang Sen muttered to himself and stood up: "Before that, I also need to make some preparations. ”

Professor Red didn't sleep all night.

He missed his large soft bed, the hard dining table that hurt his spine, and the night in Beckland, even in September, had a chill that lingered like fear in the depths of his bones.

"What did I do!"

He forgot how many times he had lamented in his heart that he should not have done that stupid ceremony, or even organized that stupid society.

Where can I control these gods and ghosts?

Well, now there is a deceased living in the house, although the other party seems to have no malicious intent for the time being, but who knows what his secret intentions are? What good things can be brought about by crawling out of the grave?

When it was slightly light, he got up and stood in front of the door and hesitated.

He wanted to escape like this, away from the deceased, and never come back, but he was reluctant to do so, and the books he had collected for many years, as well as the savings of many years, were still in the room.

Moreover, will running away anger the deceased? Who knows what the other person is capable of, and what if they can find themselves?

In the midst of hesitation and entanglement, the steam roar of buses and the noise of pedestrians could already be heard in the street outside.

And on the stairs, footsteps also sounded at the right time.

Professor Red was shocked, turned around palely, and saw the black-haired, black-eyed, human-looking deceased looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Professor Red, you don't look good." His tone was brisk, and he was obviously in a good mood: "Are you ready to go out?" ”

"No, no." Professor Red stiffened out of the door, "I don't have a class today, I have a whole day to answer your questions. ”

"There's no need to rush, Professor Red." Tang Sen smiled: "The coming day is long, there are more important things to do today." ”

The corners of Professor Red's mouth drooped unconsciously.

Damn, he really wasn't going to stay overnight and leave!

I'm entangled in the dead!

He wanted to cry and said, "What is it? ”

"A lot." Tang Sen opened his arms and said, "For example, I need to buy a few sets of clothes, this set of clothes brought out of the grave smells earthy, too unseemly. ”

What decency do you talk about as a dead man!

"I'm about the same size as us, you can wear mine." Professor Red whispered, "There's no need to go out at all, although there is very little sunshine in Beckland, it will obviously be a good day today." ”

"Professor Red, I'm not afraid of the sun, if that's what you mean."

Tang Sen said: "Moreover, your clothes are not decent. ”

Professor Red opened his mouth, eager to retort.

I'm a senior professor anyway, and every set of those clothes is worth a few gold pounds!

Moreover, what does a deceased person need to do with their clothes? Shouldn't the decency you need be a gorgeous, gold-carved coffin?

He didn't dare to say these words, but said with a sad face: "I don't have much money"

Tang Sen glanced at him in surprise: "Why do you think I'm going to spend your money?" ”

"Are you humiliating me?"

Professor Red was slightly startled, quickly waved his hand, and said quickly, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. ”

"I mean, it's all your money, and it's in the innermost part of the second cabinet of the desk, and it's seventy-two pounds and five sules."

Afraid that the person on the other side would feel that it was not enough, he said weakly: "It costs me too much money to buy books, if it is not enough, I can sell it. Selling miscellaneous books. ”

“.” Townsend looked at the frightened professor and silently took out his wallet and pulled out a stack of bills from it.

Professor Red's gaze was unconsciously attracted and instinctively calculated.

It was a large bill of 10 gold pounds, and there were probably thirty or forty in such a stack

"Shhhh

Townsend flicked the bills and asked, "Professor Red, I forgot to ask." ”

"How much should I pay in return for letting me stay overnight last night?

(End of chapter)