The children of the "primordial witch" must have been born female? Jaina thought of the sequence name "Witch" and vaguely understood why.

Even when the Son of God was first born, it could not be an ordinary person, or only Sequence 9 or Sequence 8, right?

"Okay." Jaina agreed.

The first task of entering the Tarot Club was that she didn't have to be separated from her companions, and she took risks on her own, which made her feel a lot more at ease.

The "Judgment" lady smiled back: "I'll give you a brief overview of our Tarot Society now......

Anthony. After Red left the 601 apartment at 3 White Coat Street, he felt sleepy that he hadn't slept all night.

As a "psychiatrist", his physical fitness has not improved too much, and last night not only stayed up until dawn, survived until now, but also suffered serious injuries, relying on the blood-sucking obsidian broken arrow to survive, but also lost a lot of blood and became weak, after that, he also experienced very physically exhausting things such as running and fierce battles, and now he is naturally exhausted and wants to find a bed to lie down immediately.

At this time, he was quite envious of the "Hunter", Lumian was only one sequence taller than him, and he had not slept until now, and was the main force in both battles, but he didn't see the slightest fatigue at all, and he seemed to be able to kill another Gardner. Martin.

Anthony. Red forced his way down the street, into a brown-gray house, and into the corner of the third floor.

This is his safe house, an apartment that has been left unused for a long time.

He felt that it was not so safe to find a landlord or broker to rent a room as a safe house, as long as he had contact with people, there was a risk of being betrayed and traced, he used the identity of an intelligence dealer to master several idle or abandoned apartments in the market area for different reasons, and whenever something was wrong, he would randomly pick one to hide and not contact anyone.

Anthony did not dislike the dusty bed and the moldy quilt, collapsed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In a foggy, muddy dream, he suddenly regained his senses and regained a certain degree of lucidity.

He saw a market avenue ahead of him, a café full of people, and business was quite good.

Following a strange intuition that comes from within, Anthony. Red passed by the big golden retriever squatting in front of the café and came to the D booth by the window.

There sat a lady in a light green and white dress, and Anthony felt that he should have seen her face clearly, and even left a stunning impression, but he could not form a clear picture in his mind.

It's like he's collecting all the information, but the brain or "mind-body" can't process it.

"Good morning, I'm 'Justice.'" The lady introduced herself in a soft voice, with a hint of lightness in her tone.

"Justice" ...... Anthony had already heard Lumian and Franca talk about the secret organization they belonged to called the "Tarot Society", and the members were codenamed by different tarot cards, among them, the big Arcana card represented the core members, each of whom was a demigod, and the small Arcana card belonged to the peripheral members and belonged to different large Arcana cards.

And "justice" is undoubtedly a big Arcana card.

"You're going to be my big Arcana?" Anthony sat across from him and asked respectfully.

"Justice" smiled: "You can also choose to change one, fate is not impossible to change."

"Of course, some people don't think so."

The big Arcana card on the opposite side behaved friendly enough, did not give a little oppression, and even took the initiative to make jokes, which made Anthony's tense heart relax a lot.

He quietly exhaled and said, "I can draw cards now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stack of tarot cards suddenly appeared in front of him.

Anthony habitually picked one from the middle and flipped it open to the table.

The card of the Junior Arcana card is a man with a sword, sitting under three suspended swords.

"Four of Swords"!

"The burden in your heart has been put down, the rest and accumulation now is to go further in the future, as a 'psychiatrist', this card is also telling you to always pay attention to your own heart, we may carry a new burden at any time, to know how to accept, accommodate and solve." The "Justice" lady "deciphers" the meaning of this little Arcana card.

She also had an extra stack of tarot cards in front of her, but the number was less than half of the previous stack.

She drew a card and placed it in the middle of the table.

The card depicts the goddess of justice sitting on a stone chair with a sword and a scale.

Big Arcana, "Justice"!

After pushing the "Justice" card to Anthony, the lady smiled and said, "Your current task is twofold, one is to cooperate with the 'Holy Grail II' to help her clear the 'Mirror Man' and investigate the problems of the Witch Sect, and the other is to try to contact a secret organization called the 'Psychological Alchemy Society'......"

Anthony chewed on the name ....... "Psychological Alchemy".

After finishing the task, "Justice" turned to ask, "Did they tell you which great being we are following and the specific situation of the 'Tarot Society'?"

"All I know is that you follow a righteous god named 'The Fool', and use the tarot card code after his name."

Tony said truthfully.

Before he officially joined the "Tarot Society", Lumian and Franka didn't have much to say.

"Justice" laughed, "Then allow me to introduce you to our sign and Savior, the great Mr. 'Fool'........"

There was a hint of pleasure in her tone.

From Lugano. After Toscano's safe house left, Lumian rode a horse-drawn carriage to the Botanical Garden, turned into the street of the same name as the stone street in the market area, and entered the safe house that he had rented earlier.

He glanced at Ludwig, the little boy who was sitting on the sofa and eating dessert, and said with a sneer: "Although you have escaped from the Church of Knowledge, you can't be so depraved, you just know!"

"There's a grumpy guy who has sent you a letter, right in the bedroom." Ludwig directly changed the subject.

"Grumpy guy?" Lumian frowned slightly.

"Wearing a golden dress...... Like a doll. Ludwig replied without raising his head, pausing halfway to take a bite of the carrot cake that was said to be a specialty of the Kingdom of Rune.

Lady Magician's messenger........... Lumian asked, puzzled, "Why did she lose her temper with you?"

"I saw her, and we got into a fight." Ludwig said without paying much attention.

Just a fight? She didn't hang you up and beat you? Lumian grunted into the bedroom and picked up the letter paper on the desk, folded into squares.

This letter is different from the previous one that was rewarded, and mainly answers the question that Lumian asked after getting the "0-01" information:

This should be the hint of the Church of Knowledge: "If you can get to a high position, they are willing to offer some help, even acquiescing to you taking the seal."

"Of course, there are two prerequisites for this, one is that you must at least become a Sequence 4 Sage, have divinity, and be qualified to enter the chessboard, and the other is that you have the means to carry that seal without causing harm to the humans and environment around you.

Without these two things, it is impossible for the Knowledge Church to give explicit support.

"Becoming a demigod and not being able to get close to '0-01' above Sequence 5 is contradictory, and there may be a message hidden in this, which is to tell you that after you prove that you are capable of advancing to Sequence 4, before actually performing a ritual to take potions, enter the 'Exiled City' Morola, get close to '0-01', leave a mark or accomplish something, and lay the foundation for mastering it when stepping into a higher sequence.

"I can't see exactly what I'm going to do yet.

"The above is simply as follows: If you show and prove your potential, is it a surprise that the Church of Knowledge is willing to support you and Medici the 'Red Angel' for the position of 'Red Priest'? Excited?"

Surprise? Scare! Lumian had never really thought he could become a true god before.

Although his beliefs are not so religious, he grew up in such a social environment after all, and he has not been in the occult world for a long time, so he is unlikely to have the idea that "I can become a god, and I must become a god".

And the horror and strength of the "Red Angel" Medici, Lumian has seen it in Trilne in the Quaternary Age.

The thought of competing for the position of "Red Priest" with such an being, he instinctively felt absurd, and thought that it was meaningless: "What is the essential difference between this and what Aurel joked about during his martial arts class, 'Okay, you have mastered the basic fighting skills, now you can go to God Slaughter'?"

In the flash of thought, Lumian suddenly whispered to himself: "If I become a true god, can I resurrect Aurel........

After a moment of silence, he laughed self-deprecatingly, "The gods will also fall, and they may not be able to resurrect themselves."

"Madam Magician mentioned that the curse of betrayal of the 'Arrogant Armor' came from the hatred and hatred before the fall of the gods........ according to the information she provided, the first appearance of the 'Arrogant Armor' was at the end of the previous all-out war in the Northern Continent, when the true gods fell?

"The ability of the 'Arrogant Armor' clearly belongs to the 'Warrior' path...... But in the Vorsack Empire, the Church of the God of War is fine, uh, that's what the newspapers, magazines, and merchants say..."

Lumian thought for a while without a conclusion, and then turned his gaze back to the letter: "Actually, I never thought of you going to pursue the god position of the 'Red Priest' before, I just think that you have the hope of becoming a high-level person with an angel sealed and your fate has changed, now, if you follow your inner thoughts, our Tarot Society can also support you."

Also, there is one caveat: "I took a walk around Lenburg and asked several scholars in the area who were known for their great knowledge, but none of them had ever heard of Morola, the 'city of exile'.

"In the eyes of the common people, and even the middle and lower clergy of the intellectual church, this is a non-existent, undocumented city."