Chapter Twenty-Nine: Monday Arrives Again
Noon the next day.
Having asked Arodes and the Spirit Red Light about the Spirit Realm Calderon City, Crane made all the preparations he could.
Yet he sadly found that no one seemed to be able to help much with this dangerous adventure:
Mr. Azik had fallen into a deep sleep, Will the "Serpent of Mercury" was still preparing to be born, and Miss Messenger Renette Tinicol could not get close to the city that once belonged to Gregaret, the ancestor of the undead birds, and with Crane's familiarity with the "Mysterious Queen", it was not enough for the other party to take such a risk.
As for the forces of Silver City and the Blood Clan, it is not suitable to participate in this kind of thing, and it is not appropriate to pray to the goddess of the night, Miss Sharon replied in the letter that she still has to prepare for a month or two, and there is no time for the time being......
Crane turned around the half-height silk top hat in his hand and glanced at the lark standing by the window, blowing a warm breeze.
It would be nice if the fellows were here.
Perhaps because of Crane's subtle sigh, Nornes turned his head, blinked his bright light eyes, and happily whipped at Crane, flapping his wings twice.
Sometimes Klein was quite envious of Nornes' carefree appearance.
He smiled and retracted his gaze, continuing to think about his exploration of CalderΓ³n City, and finally finalizing his decision to go it alone.
Klein was going to make a brief exploration to find out if he could set foot in the "City of the Dead", because the information that everyone had given him was very general, and without the current situation inside the city, he could only go to the coordinates located in the depths of the spirit world alone.
Oh, and he's got to add his two secret puppets.
Although, strictly speaking, it was all him.
ββ
Klein collapsed limply in the "Fool's" seat.
He casually threw the "Sea Body Scepter" back to the clutter pile, lifted the state of merging the spirit with the "Tyrant" card, and exhaled a long breath:
"I really escaped ......"
His trip to the city of CalderΓ³n had too many unexpected twists.
The fatigue caused by the excessive consumption of spirituality made Crane not even have the strength to drive the secret puppet to massage, this time he was "extremely lucky" to kill the sneak attack spirit predator, and collected the required materials in one go, Crane was also a little surprised.
But he also met someone he absolutely didn't want to meet, the family of the true Creator, the "Tail Eater" Ulorius!
This can only be because the "wriggling hunger" recites the name of the true Creator and draws the other person over......
Either way, at least the crucial materials are in hand, and by the way, I'll have to write a letter to Miss Sharon and tell her that she doesn't need help for the time being. Klein thought to satisfaction as he received the true souls and dust of the Spirit Marauders into the box.
It's just that the "Angel of Destiny" looked a little confused at that time?
No, it must be my delusion, if I had escaped one step slower, I would have been brought to the "true Creator" by now. When the time comes, the "creeping hunger" will surely praise its Lord with great joy, and then what will happen, that no one knows.
As soon as Klein thought of such a possibility, he pinched a cold sweat at the result of his successful escape.
The ball of light hanging above the long table rotated slightly, and the soft light was more focused on Crane, and he clearly felt that his lack of spirituality was regaining stability in steady growth.
This effect is much better than meditating in the real world, but it does not restore Klein's mental fatigue.
He leaned back and leaned back on the back of the bronze chair, staring at the ball of light with a slight frown.
It wasn't until the empty spirit was completely stabilized that Crane's figure abruptly disappeared from the first seat and left the place.
The light converged silently, and everything returned to a dead silence filled with gray mist.
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The meeting time is 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
The red light condensed one illusory figure after another, but the differently colored figure at the end of the table did not reappear.
"Lovers" are absent.
The gazes of "Justice" and "Demon" quickly swept over the end of the table, but their eyes were very hidden, as if they were casually looking around the long table.
It's just that unlike the pure curiosity of "Justice", "Demon" seems to be worried.
The "demon's" hand rested under the table, tapping on the edge of the bronze high-backed chair, occasionally pinching in the air, in stark contrast to the very casual attitude of the past.
The "Hanged Man" and the "Hermit" have a lot of speculation in their minds, including the abnormal state of the "lovers" when they attended the meeting last time, but it seems that it is not surprising that they are occasionally absent from a tarot meeting.
"Justice" once again led the crowd to greet Mr. "Fool", this time "The Magician" and "Demon" each presented two pages of Russell's diary dedicated to Mr. "Fool".
But there was nothing important in the diaries, and Klein noticed that one of them was the one he had read.
As he collected more and more diaries, it was normal for such things to happen, and Russell did not write a running account date every day, and "Huang Tao" often only left a note from memory when he was full of desire to talk.
Every stroke is the text of his hometown, and he can understand the feeling of loneliness in front of the pile of old papers.
But he definitely won't leave this kind of thing, serious people who write diaries, in case someone suddenly turns it out one day, then there is no need to see anyone again.
"If you have any conditions you want to mention, you can say it." "Fool" said indifferently.
The "magician" wanted to accumulate the diary this time, and the "demon" suddenly raised his head: "I hope to exchange it for your protection in the future." β
"No problem."
The Devil's shoulders lowered slightly: "Thank you for your kindness and generosity. β
For these subtleties, the most sensitive "justice", I have already noticed the state of this gentleman's restlessness, and the rest of the people do not feel too much, at most they feel that today's "demon" attitude is more serious.
The "Fool" waved the diary in his hand and bowed slightly to everyone: "You can start." β
The World, the Moon, and the Sun made a deal for the properties of the artificial vampire, the Hermit bought a few spells from the Hanged Man that only circulated within the Church of the Storm, and the Magician requested to buy some of the extraordinary materials on behalf of his roommate, and the Moon agreed to inform her of the price of the materials next time.
The "Fool" hid behind the gray mist, smiling at the crowd, only occasionally glancing at the empty seat when his gaze crossed the "world".
When it came to the exchange session, the "demon" couldn't wait to raise his hand: "Mr. 'Fool', I have something I want to tell the members of the Tarot Society, but it has something to do with you, and I don't want you to think that I am disrespectful. β
"It's okay, let's hear about it." The attitude of the "fools" is mild.
But Klein was a little helpless in his heart.
After a few meetings, Mr. "Demon" had a clear attitude of fear of the "gods" rather than respect, what happened to him in the real world that he had a more definite inclination towards the "fools"?
Could it be related to the spiritual restrictions that had been left on the "demons" before?
The "lover" mentions a "friend of the Esoteric Order", who does not think anything but of knowing Esther's "demon". And the leader of the Esoteric Order, Klein had also seen it, and in that misty town, Zarathu even gave him the recipe for the "Sophist".
And the next words of "Demon" confirmed Klein's conjecture, even if the tone of "Demon" was as pompous as ever, it did not prevent what he said from being deterrent enough:
"Dear members of the Tarot Society, at least a few in Beckland, it is best to be nervous and prepared for your protection these days. All I can say is that someone is looking for you, and by no means for any good thing, they are going around on the hunt for people related to Mr. Fool, and for what happened in Beckland's calm. β
After a few seconds of silence, "Justice" raised his hand: "Mr. 'Demon', who are you talking about?" β
The "demon" bowed slightly to the "fool" at the top of the bronze table: "He is an angel of the 'soothsayer' path, his whereabouts are hidden, he is good at divination and disguise, but he can directly control any of us without disguise. β
The "Justice" that was ignored was a little unhappy, but the "Demon" gave enough information that "Justice" didn't plan to care about it for the time being.
The "Hanged Man" focuses on the last sentence: "Is there anything going to happen in Beckland?" β
The "demon" chuckled twice: "Hehe, who knows? β
The "World" squinted at him, and the "Demon" fearlessly turned to the end of the table: "'World', are you still in Beckland?" β
A hoarse voice floated out from under the hood and fell clearly in everyone's ears: "Not there, but I can return at any time." β
"In short, this matter cannot be some tabloid gossip, and Intis is deliberately infiltrating spies into Beckland. There will certainly not be many of them, but the matter of the investigation is related to the royal family of Rune. β
This time the silence lasted even longer, until "Justice", who had a stable identity in the aristocratic circle, spoke: "Mr. 'Demon', are you from Intis? β
The "demon" whistled and said with a playful smile, "I didn't deliberately restrain my accent, what else can't I hear?" You're asking me if I'm one of those spies, right? β
Before the "Justice" could reply, "If you are embarrassed, you don't have to tell us", the "Demon" has already spoken to himself:
"Because I am. Otherwise, how could I give such a secretive but vague information about the mission? β
Both "Moon" and "Sun" are a little dazed, it's just that "Moon" is anxious because Beckland is mentioned, and "Sun" doesn't even know what "spy" is.
If something big is going to happen in Bakeland, it is likely to involve the relationship between the state between Rune and Intis, and the "Hermit" silently writes down this information, intending to write to the "mysterious queen" as soon as the meeting is over.
The "magician" only felt dizzy, and no spy, royal family, or predictable war would dare to write like this...... This made the "magician" a little frightened in a daze, and this matter should probably be discussed with Hugh.
In the past two years, Beckland doesn't seem to have been completely at peace.