"The Hermit of Destiny?" Justice's curiosity made her bold as she subconsciously asked, "What kind of organization is this?"

"It is a *** that is only openly within the 'thieves', founded by the descendants of the Jacob family and the Zoroasd family of the Quaternary Age. The organizational requirements are looser, but they are only open to those who share common interests and enemies. As for this enemy, it is the 'Angel of Time' of the Third Age, and under his unrestrained search, many extraordinary people have been killed in this way."

Esther paused for two seconds, giving the others time to digest the information before turning to the "Fool" at the head of the seat:

"I have already participated in their *** two days ago, and the extraordinary people with the highest sequence and status in *** are not at the angel level. I...... My friend once warned me that if I saw an angel in the 'Thief Sequence' outside of ***, it was probably Amon's doppelganger.

"I'm afraid that their organizational situation will not change much in the short term, and the time interval is very long. Except for the two families, which are relatively close and wary of each other, most members of the organization are more concerned about their own safety, and they only exchange information and materials with the organization, and there is not much sense of belonging."

The "Fool" bowed slightly, and after this brief report, Esther looked at the thoughtful "magician":

"The advice I can give to 'Thieves is,'' don't believe a word!

"They have very little integrity to speak of, and the sequence eight of this pathway is called 'The Scammer. In the absence of trust guarantees, you must be sure that what the other party says is false, otherwise it is easy for them to catch loopholes in your words or thinking and shake your mind."

"The Magician" nodded vigorously, "Thank you for the explanation, 'Madam Lovers, I understand why' Mr. World would use a trap to describe this."

"The World" tilted its head: "'Lovers, how much do you know about the arrest of the thieves?'"

Asked not privately but in public, was it the instructions of the "fools", or did Klein want me to further emphasize the dangers of Amun, so that the members of the Tarot Society would pay attention to stay away from the "thieves" in their lives?

While thinking in her heart, Esther also answered this question:

"To be honest, I've never seen anyone else who would have hunted frantically for the extraordinary characteristics of the low-mid sequence. On the one hand, it may be that the 'Thief's sequence is special,' and the Angel can make clones that contain extraordinary characteristics, so it will not affect the main body.

"On the other hand, it may be because He was born a mythical creature with certain singular qualities in him...... 'Thief Uniqueness.' To be honest, I don't know what it is, but to Him, it's in the form of a monocle."

Esther frowned and didn't continue.

Even when Benjamin talked about it, she didn't quite understand the essence of it, and could only reduce it to some kind of "exclusive object of high character".

The "Hanging Man" reacted quickly, and this matter seemed to involve a lot of secrecy, but listening to the "lover", she also knew nothing about it, so the "Hanging Man" just silently kept this information in his heart and didn't ask anything.

The "hermit" looked at the "lover" twice, and she was more curious about the true identity of this member, but she didn't know that she had already seen the "lover" in reality.

"Justice's" reaction was half a beat slower, but she was more curious about whether that kind of "uniqueness" was different in each sequence. What is the "audience" sequence?

The "magician", "sun", and "moon" all reacted similarly, and although they sounded understood, they still felt confused.

The "demon" had his hands on the edge of his pockets, but he was the calmest, after all, there were no cigarettes to smoke here.

"World" nodded, "Thank you, me."

Resolved."

Esther's words gave Klein some confidence, and he felt that the ancestor of the Zoroaster family would be interested in the "parasite" stranded on Berlund Street, and might help him recover.

He could have used the "thief" angel to get rid of the "parasite" that was snooping around.

After a few seconds of silence at the long table, the communication continued until the end of the simple make-up time for the "sun", and today's tarot meeting came to an end.

Thanking the "fool" and saluting, the light in front of her eyes faded, and Esther opened her eyes in the hotel's easy chair.

She stared at the ceiling of her room for a moment, and outside the window was a lively street, with many vendors selling seafood and fruits during the day, and from the open windows there was a commotion and the damp and salty smell of the sea breeze.

Esther listened to the sound outside for a long time, and she turned a coin in her hand and made it dance at her fingertips, but hesitated not to perform a divination.

Should I leave or not?

It wasn't until the sky outside the window became overcast, and the smell of toast wafted in from nowhere, that Esther slouched up from her easy chair.

Stay two more days and let me think again.

Esther walked through the vendor room and bought a cup of mint sweet tea.

The creative vendor would mix a little chopped fruit in it, so Esther was here a lot these days.

Today's addition was apples, and she drank as she walked, munching on the sweet flesh as she walked slowly to the pier, which was very close to the hotel where she was staying.

A shaking bell came from the street, and it was getting closer to Esther's position, which made her subconsciously turn around.

Riding on the bicycle was a young man with blond brown hair, wearing a dark green postman's uniform and carrying a heavy satchel, but the black jazz hat he wore on top of his head did not match the color of his uniform.

Around his neck, a diamond-shaped badge hangs loosely, carved on both sides with a ghost orchid, the symbol of Jacob's family crest.

Behind the disc glasses was a dull lake green, and when she saw Esther turn around, a smile darkened her depths.

Esther couldn't help but laugh and waved at him.

"Why are you here?" The bicycle stopped next to it, and the man dressed as a postman flipped off the bicycle and asked.

"That's what I want to say, Pritz Harbor is so small that you can walk around it." Esther glanced at his satchel, the zipper modified by Russell was open, and it was stuffed full of letters, "This surprised me a little, so you have a serious career?"

The young man's smile was a little unhappy: "I have always had a serious career, and I can have many parts, the difference is only whether I want to do it or not. It's been too long for me to find something to pass the time."

"Sounds interesting, but what have you done?"

The young man pondered, "If you really want to talk about it, there are so many professions, bartenders, sailors, coachmen, peddlers, and so on...... I can't even remember it myself."

He looked at Esther again and asked her with a smile, "Are you interested in these things?"

Esther's attention shifted to the bike, and she spun around curiously, "No, it's just hard to imagine you sitting on a crate and haggling with someone who bought something."

"It's a new product that has been trending in Beckland for the past few months, and I think it's very convenient," the young man patted the letters on his back, "especially if my job requires me to move around."

Esther's brow furrowed in confusion, "Mainly I haven't seen much in Rune before......

But she soon gave a reasonable answer herself: "But times always change quickly, and there is no shortage of talented inventors in the world."

"If I'm an inventor too, that's a compliment from you, say 'thank you' in advance."

Esther glanced at the young man again and again, and finally just smiled and shook her head

, without refuting his complacency.

But the young man seemed to be thinking something, and he looked at Esther twice, "Actually, I wanted to ask just now, you seem to have something on your mind."

"Is there one?" Esther smiled and drank the last bit of mint sweet tea.

"I've noticed you from far away, you look lonely when you're walking alone."

Esther expressed her disdain for this utterly dishonest statement: "I hear the lie. Are you deliberately following behind?"

This time the young man happily admitted, "Yes, but I was on the way to deliver the letter before. Maybe that's the effect of extraordinary aggregation?"

Without waiting for Esther to reply, the young man shook his head at the back seat of the bicycle, "You don't seem to be okay anyway, we can go back and have a cup of tea." I got a new home, the last one

Esther was silent for two seconds, staring at the young man's eyes: "Obviously, you are also a doppelganger, is that okay?"

She would still inadvertently influence him, which was an abnormal change for Benjamin, and Esther wasn't sure if she should have too much contact with him.

"The memories between the clones are not shared, and if I don't tell them, will you still say it?" The young man looked at Esther amusedly, amused by her unwarranted concern, "Let's go, I bought a chocolate cake this time, if you don't want to discuss it with me, you can have a cup of tea or coffee."

After a pause, the young man hesitated and said, "Actually, I still have something for you...... But there are some things that are not suitable for talking here, and we need a quieter environment."

A smile appeared on Esther's face, and she sat sideways in the narrow back seat of the bicycle, because of her careless movements, the body swayed, and it was only under the control of the youth that she stabilized her center of gravity.

"If you shake around, I won't help you if you fall." The young man said seriously.

"It's okay if I fall, I can get up on my own." Esther replied with a grin.

It was as if He had heard something similar in his own memory long ago.

The young man's gaze was gloomy for a moment, and then his usual smile came back to his lips, and he stepped over the car and stepped on the pedal again.

As the wheels of the bicycle began to turn, the bell rang happily again, and the backs of the two men became farther and farther away in the dusk.

"Wait, isn't your letter delivered yet? Shall we go back to your house?"

"It's okay, it's too late tomorrow."