At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Esther took the rabbit back to the hotel where the two had stayed.

She didn't run into the Jacob descendant again, much to Esther's relief.

But she will not forget that the other party is a "thief", and if the other party parasitizes some animal and hides in the shadows and keeps following her, it will be difficult for Esther to catch Benjamin Jacob.

After telling the rabbit not to disturb herself, Esther returned to the room and immediately marked the area with a light spot, sealing the room.

After that, she lay in bed leisurely, and waited until three o'clock, which was the time of the week for the tarot meeting.

The light rose and dissipated, everything in front of them became clear, and the hall above the gray mist revealed itself to the guests.

Now Esther knows where this is, a special place controlled by Mr. Fool, the Source Castle.

Deeper, however, apart from a name and its incomprehensible powers, Amon "thought about it day and night", Esther did not know where this place was, nor did she know what it was.

The object who could give her an answer was hanging above everyone's heads, gently pouring light, even if the attendees often subconsciously ignored its presence, Esther would never forget it, glancing over her head every time she climbed the gray mist.

Today, however, there was another place that caught everyone's attention, and in the empty seat next to the "moon", a new member sat down.

Like the normal members of the meeting, he is also an illusion formed by the condensation of red stars, and the others can only see a black tuxedo and shredded hair of the same color.

However, the man's movements were a little strange, and he habitually raised his hand, first touched it twice in his arms, and then realized that something was not right, and then put his hand down.

What is this new gentleman looking for? Esther had a subconscious thought, and then she noticed that the bronze high-backed chair behind the newlyweds - on it was a symbol, consisting of half a pupilless peeping eye and half a line of change - the same symbol as Mr. "Fool".

Because of this particularity, most of the members were slightly stunned.

The "Fool" smiled and spoke, "Let me introduce you, this is a new member, the 'Demon'. ”

Then Mr. "Devil", without any reverence for the pre-divine council, chuckled casually, and spoke in a languid and flirtatious tone, but with a condescending tone:

"It's an honor to meet you, just call me Mr. 'Demon', and heck, this meeting is bigger than I expected. I don't know what to call you? ”

Before the "Demon" spoke, Esther thought to herself was that this code name was really unlucky, and after the "Demon" spoke, the familiar Intius language that made people want to punch him and tone it up, made Esther's face twitch uncontrollably.

It's Banabe......

For Esther, at least, it was hard for her to imagine a second person who could perfectly combine the weird temperament of Banabe.

The honorific name of "Fool" was still given by her.

"Justice" tilted her head to the end of the table suspiciously, noticing the fists that the "lover" had clenched inexplicably, Miss "Lover" did not seem to be nervous, her sitting posture was still very relaxed, and it seemed that she only disliked Mr. "Demon".

Considering Mr. "Demon's" attitude, "Justice" sat in a more dignified posture, and she muttered in her heart:

"You have to pay attention to your image, Audrey, you must not be like this gentleman, and I am too disrespectful to Mr. 'Fool'......"

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Fast forward three to five days, and Banabe is still floating on the sea.

Due to the instability and chaos of the Tempest Sea, the safe passage from Baiam to Intis had to twist and turn many times.

Of course, Banabe had to change trains, he couldn't find a route that could go all the way, and Banabe even regretted for a few seconds when he thought of the "thief" lady who could rub the ticket and eat the rice.

However, after a week passed, Banabe realized that there was an inexplicable hole in his memory.

He was a man accustomed to examining the halls of his mind, which helped him keep his mind tight, providing spring-tight action and deduction, but now, it seemed as if something was oozing out of his mind, as if a crack had appeared, and some kind of anomaly was being filtered out.

He had some vague and detached impressions, but in the small, shaky cabin, some memories seemed to pass through an invisible barrier, and were leaving his cognition little by little, like beer being shaken out of a cup.

Banabe sat up from the bed, there was no moonlight outside the window, and the top of the sea was cloudy.

Once it rains, it is likely to turn into a storm, which is a commonplace change for the Raging Sea. Every ship that crosses this sea is prepared for sudden weather upheavals, and the record of safe passage remains not only in the books, but also in the head of every experienced captain.

It's a lucky thing that there is no direct rain like now.

Fortunate?

Banabe subconsciously touched into his arms, and his fingers touched the iron shell of the cigarette case.

When he thinks, the smell of smoke is his thoughts, and when he is nervous, he relaxes, and even if he doesn't smoke in the cabin, he can simply bite the cigarette holder......

However, something was stuffed in his cigarette case, and when Banabe opened it, what popped out was the folded paper.

Fuck, where's my cigarette!?

It was a subconscious thought for Banabe, but it was impossible for him to forget to bring a cigarette, so he reached into his arms and felt for another cigarette case that was pressed more inward.

Instead of pulling out the other cigarette case, Banabe quickly opened the mass of paper, which was casually folded in half several times, the creases were not symmetrical, and it could be seen that someone was doing this with a hidden annoyance.

Another, smaller note fell from it, and Barnabe grabbed it in his hand, but he chose to read more of the note first, because it was all his own handwriting:

"The ritual of the sequential promotion, the singing of the mermaid, the light that affects divination, the strange reward of seeking history, the parasite, the dog of Fugen, to be investigated.

"Trustworthy honorific name, the point is unknown.

"Hope?"

On the last word, it was heavily circled and almost pierced through the paper.

Banabe's brow furrowed, subtle memories coming up, salvaged from his previously scattered consciousness, and he remembered what had happened when he had written the note.

At that point, his spiritual instinct reminded him that it was best to keep them all, so Banabe stuffed the note into an empty cigarette case.

But why did he forget about it?

Banabe's gaze fell on another short piece of paper, on which the delicate but regular handwriting seemed to be circled by an invisible box, and the words were more compact:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

the mysterious lord above the gray mist;

The Yellow and Black King who rules good fortune. ”

His spiritual instinct was touched, and Banabe's breath froze, and he immediately realized that this was the point, and that the words he had written down before, once compared to the memories in his mind, reflected a hollow like insect erosion.

Banabe was uncomfortable, and it gave him the feeling that things were out of his control.

Hopefully? A few days ago, I questioned this, and the rest of the words clearly ran through my previous memory, but I was gradually forgetting the key ......

If a few more days pass, I will forget the meaning of this note?

His fingers rubbed against the word "hope," suspiciously, but a word he would never put on his lips, let alone write it down.

"What a desperate choice."

Banabe's face flashed into a flamboyant smile as he said this, and his fingers struck harder on the note.

Banabe, sitting solemnly on the edge of the bed, at least not in a posture of cocking his legs, hung his head, took a deep breath, and recited the honorific name in Hermes:

"O Fool who does not belong to this time, Mysterious Lord above the Grey Mist, King of Yellow and Black who rules good fortune, I pray to you, to bear witness to my lost memories, to pray that a copy will be gained...... Good luck ...... hope"

Banabe finished reciting the prayer and remained silent for a few minutes.

Nothing happened.

He looked up and around in confusion, then finally hung his head again and laughed softly, his smile exaggerated to the point of distortion.

The note with the honorific name of "Fool" on it fell from between his fingers.

It seems that this is the case. Banabe wiped his face vigorously and lay back on the bed in despair.

Suddenly, his heart felt a feeling of almost shattered oppression.

No, it's not the heart, it's the depths of the spirit......

A crimson glow instantly flooded Banabe's vision.

His perception of his body was completely cut off, but in the depths of the spirit body, something seemed to be shattered, easily crushed into pieces by another, more majestic force.

Everything became clear in front of Banabe's eyes, and in the gray mist of the grand hall, the huge old pillars held up the endless time, not empty, but it just gave a feeling of coldness and silence.

And those gray mist gave Banabe even more wonderful feelings, including the old long table in front of him, the bronze high-backed chair under him, and the gentle ball of light above his head, all of which made Banabe instinctively awe.

His body was not here, and his spirit was feeling the gaze of those in high places.

There was a figure on the first seat, dressed in a rune suit, but the gray mist obscured his face.

Banabe subconsciously closed his eyes and lowered his head, not to look directly at God was a teaching he had been listening to since he was a child.

But Banabe also noticed that his once-vague memories became clearer, and he clearly remembered the "thief", Esther, by very strange name.

The "man" sitting at the front of the long table was silent, so Banabe spoke: "Honorable gods, thank you for helping me recover my lost memories, and thank you...... Helped me deal with the hidden dangers on my body. ”

When the god spoke, his voice was surprisingly gentle: "A small thing. ”

Why haven't I heard rumors about this one?

Banabe's mind turned to many thoughts, but he had never and would never have had the experience of dealing with the true God, so he simply let go.

Banabe bowed his head respectfully in the direction of the figure, "Don't you know if there's anything I can do for you?" ”

The figure in the gray mist tapped the armrest, and seemed to take a moment to make a decision: "As I said, a small thing, it doesn't matter. ”

"What shall I call you?"

The god was hidden behind the flowing fog, his eyes full of prying eyes: "You can call me 'Fool'. ”

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