A few blocks away, layers of illusory prayers rang out in Klein's ear, who was already lying on the bed.

He reluctantly opened his eyes.

Who is ..... at this point in time?

Outside the window, the moonlight shines through the window, and today is not a full moon.

Is it the little sun? Or did Miss Justice's friend change her mind? Or are they in trouble?

In a sense, Klein actually got the truth.

He struggled to crawl out of the quilt and took four steps backwards.

The gray mist shrouded from above, and when he opened his eyes, he was already seated at the end of a long bronze table. On the side of the towering seat, a few stars appear and disappear.

Beyond the stars, a clear brilliance fluctuated.

It's someone outside the Tarot Society. Klein's spirituality spread toward it, trying to answer the prayer.

The person who prayed this time was.....

In a warm and tidy hotel room, a black-haired young man stood in the center of the wooden floor, wearing a dark green trench coat, his face was gentle, he looked very approachable, and he was holding a white paper in his hand.

However, the diametrically opposed to him is the overlapping blood shadows on his body.

In Crane's view, a scarlet, illusory figure completely overlapped with the youth.

On his body, the blood leaked through the pale skin, revealing an eerie brilliance, outlining a contour that was diametrically opposed to the expression of the body. Even if his face was blurred, he could still feel the murderous intent in those blood-made eyes.

When Crane's gaze was cast, both pairs of eyes raised at the same time, looking straight in the direction of his gaze!

He gasped.

Turn it off! Turn it off now!

Klein is scrambling to pull spirituality out of here.

"Evil spirits?" At this moment, the black-haired young man spoke out in confusion.

As Yager turned on his vision, he vaguely saw the silhouette of Crane sitting on the long bronze table, accompanied by endless gray mist and whispering.

It doesn't seem to be any different from the gods of steam and machines.

The blood shadow on Yager's body made the same movement as he moved.

Klein's strategic retreat hesitated.

Is this a mistake? Or did you deliberately say something wrong to deceive him? No, his present person seems to be the true God, and there is no point in deceiving him. He was secretly entangled.

But this shadow also looks like a high sequence!

In hesitation, Klein finally noticed the paper in the black-haired youth's hand.

It was the paper in the hand of Miss Justice's friend yesterday.

It dawned on him.

The young man in front of him was probably a transcendent person who Miss Justice's friend had asked to deal with the evil spirits. If he leaves now, the image he has created in the minds of the members of the Tarot Society may be flawed.

In a sense, he's the truth.

"You can call me, Fool."

"I'm not an evil spirit."

Yager, who was in the hotel room, heard the figure wrapped in gray mist reply.

Sure enough, it's not.

He nodded inwardly. As he guessed, honorific names can only be used by specific groups. For example, the misty gray mist in front of him gave him a feeling similar to that of the person of the Lord of Steam and Machines.

Another true God?

Compared to the true god figures who showed signs of hostility when they met, the name in front of them was particularly friendly.

"I'm so sorry for my offense, a young lady told me the wrong information." Yager rested his left hand on his chest, and his right hand was outstretched, leaning slightly.

Standard hunter etiquette.

Although he had forgotten all of his past, the subconscious etiquette was still engraved in his heart. Although, every bow he made in the past ushered in an ominous end.

Crane bowed: "Don't care. You call me, do you have a doubt that you want to solve? ”

The strange situation on the young man was something he had never seen before, and even if it was not of high stature, at least it involved a high level of mystery.

Pulling into the tarot will likely be rich in profits.

"There's a reluctant request," Yager replied after a moment of silence, "Can you tell me something extraordinary?" ”

"I don't know much about the mysterious world."

What do you mean..... Is the true God related to the mystic?

Crane hesitated for a few seconds, and Gram and Flathead fought fiercely in his mind.

As far as the purpose goes, they hit it off, the only problem is that the blood line on the young man's body feels too dangerous.

But Beckland who has no secrets.

In the end, it was the flathead who had the upper hand. When the yield is close to 300%, Klein tramples on all risks.

He gritted his teeth and agreed: "Yes." ”

For a new battle! Done!

In fact, his decision was not reckless, as far as the current information was concerned, the protection of the gray fog was enough to deal with any pretenders.

Although he wasn't, Grey Mist was indeed a true god, Klein thought bitterly.

Crane's spirituality frantically poured out, and the passage connecting the gray mist and reality slowly established, and in the next second, Yager's figure appeared in front of the ancient mottled bronze table.

In the distance of the long table, pillars supported the majestic palace in the fog.

Successfully pulled, no problem.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what he didn't notice was that from beginning to end, he subconsciously avoided using the power of the gray mist to spy on the bloodline on Yager's body.

[Human beings or not, their constant dripping blood is a medium, pointing to the end of the hierarchy, without the essence of the great will "Orton" of the body. Orton, and the believers he didn't realize it, secretly pursued the precious blood together. 】

Do not look directly at God. 】

Klein brushes shoulders with the horrific truth.

On the bronze table, he and Yager below looked at each other through the gray mist.

"I can share my knowledge with you, but in exchange, you will need to give me a certain number of fragments of Russell's Diary, and of course, I will share the contents of the journal with you."

"But there are a few other extraordinary beings who have come here for various reasons, and they have asked me to hold regular meetings. I promised them. ”

"Would you like to go to the party too?"

"Yes." Yager replied without hesitation.

Very good!

Klein clenched his fist happily in his heart: "The meeting is every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon, you need to eliminate all distractions, I will bring you here." ”

There is one more sheep in the Tarot Society.

"Now, let's choose a tarot card to use as a synonym for the party. Some of the ones that have already been selected cannot be selected again. ”

Yager nodded.

This extraordinary gathering just solved the defect that he now has no knowledge of the world, it is like pie from heaven, and of course he has no reason not to agree.

He glanced at the deck.

Emperors, chariots, lovers.....

A card grabs his attention. The intricate carving on the plaque depicts a praying figure with folded hands, a white silk scarf around his neck.

Who..... Who, or himself, used to wear that kind of scarf?

The devil sent the god to the ground, and Agger reached out and picked up the card.

"Bishop." * The head of the fool sitting at the end of the long table. "Well, look forward to your return."

Yager stood up and saluted again.

His figure vanished above the gray mist.

Crane, who finally sent the person away, sweated and was a little excited. The Tarot Club has finally expanded to five people, which is gratifying.

He fell back into bed and stared at the ceiling with joy.

Staring, his smile slowly faded, and sorrow crept up again.

Offended the ambassador, he had to find a bodyguard as soon as possible. I don't know if this new transcendent is strong enough to help him solve his problems.....

As the night went on, poor Mr. Fool fell into insomnia.