On Monday afternoon, aboard the tranquil Golden Dream, Klein barely convened a tarot meeting on time.

Seven figures appeared above the gray mist.

In addition to the justice, bishop, and hanged man as in the previous few times, on the right side of the bronze table, a new member appeared again.

Long, silky black hair, deep red eyes, and whiter skin.

It was Emlyn White.

Pushed by the surviving Blood Elder Nibes, he finally mustered up the courage to pray to the Fool and become a member of the Tarot Society.

"This is Mr. Moon." The fool bowed his head on the high platform and said.

But before paying attention to him, everyone, including Yager, who always reacts to the moon in particular, was the first to notice the strange changes in the gray mist!

From behind the seat symbolizing the Fool, several scarlet blood lines inexplicably spread, floating in the air and wrapping around the entire palace. The lines are illusory, but they have extremely vivid colors, which abruptly catch the attention of the members of the Tarot Society.

A faint grayish-white smoke swirled around the blood, as if it had devoured the white blood cells that had invaded the virus, struggling to digest them.

"What's that?" Miss Justice asked, stunned.

She asked everyone's thoughts.

"The product of an accident." The fool at the top of the long table chuckled and responded seemingly indifferently.

Because the fool did not mean to explain further, the members of the Tarot Society did not ask questions, but could only hide their doubts and speculations in their hearts.

Everyone looked different and fell silent.

Miss Justice looked abrupt, obviously considering whether this new extraordinary knowledge could be exchanged for merit and gold pounds, and her usual curiosity did not allow her to look at it like this.

And opposite her, the hanged man Alger has similar thoughts, only more frightened and shocked:

'The Fool is indeed an existence that is incomprehensible to man! ’

There is no analogous description of the occult knowledge taught by the Church of the Storm, which in itself suggests that the person of such a change is beyond the realm of the ordinary extraordinary.

There was obvious horror in their expressions—

Only Yager is an exception.

He was dressed in a white healing church robe, raised his eyes slightly, and cast a slightly puzzled look at those blood lines:

Was it his delusion?

Although there is a gray fog barrier, but.

How do they feel so affectionate, as if they belong to him?!

And this doubt was keenly captured by Crane under the shell of the fool.

The seemingly calm fool smiled bitterly in his heart:

'No doubt, Mr. Bishop. ’

'They're yours!' ’

There was grief and indignation in his eyes.

The origin of this sad conclusion begins before the tarot meeting begins.

This morning, after days of being crushed by the evil Outlanders, Crane finally found an excuse to escape from Yager's package of problems for a while, and returned to the gray mist exhausted to relieve his mood.

Then he was critted again.

Behind the Fool's Seat, the entire towering palace wall was stained red!

It's certainly not a natural change in the gray fog!

That wasn't the case here when he landed in the gray fog two days ago to answer the prayers of the members.

So what the culprit is is already obvious:

Bloodborne Hunters!

Just as members of the Aurora Society who have heard the gospel of the true Creator will fall into madness, and objects that have touched the eternal sun will praise the sun, he strongly suspects that he has been contaminated by the other party after encountering Yager's anomaly head-on!!

Even if the body is healed by an unknown force, the gray mist still retains the state of being impacted.

The only good news was that, similar to the one he had used to soothe the Eternal Sun, the gray mist was still slowly recovering, and the scarlet walls were banished into tangled blood threads, the result of Crane's efforts.

The pseudonym had hurt him too much.

The fool behind the fog wept silently.

"Mr. Fool, I found four pages of Russell's diary this week." Miss Justice bowed softly and reported in a cheerful tone.

"I found six pages." Alger continued.

Surprisingly, this time, even Miss Furth, who had just joined the company, and Yager, who had been lacking interest in finding a diary, submitted a few pages each.

This made Klein's mood quickly get better again.

Well, although the part of Yager can be called Russell's silver diary.

After reading it, he said, as always:

"You can communicate freely."

However, before starting the transaction, Yager asked another question: "Mr. Fool, can I pay the price and exchange the Russell Diary with you?" ”

There was silence at the long table.

After the gray mist, Mr. Fool's eyes widened slightly again unconsciously, and he fell into a new round of thought.

A guess unconsciously popped into his mind:

What...... In fact, you are also a traverser?!

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why Yager did not want the contents of the diary, but the diary itself. Only those who can read will chase the diary.

But this was a conclusion that he didn't quite believe in originally, after all, the other party behaved very much like the natives of the Bloodborne Cursed World after his amnesia, rather than a time-traveler who had a special interest in the words of the familiar world.

If yes...... Why do some people come over and are full grades!

He couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and then quickly snuffed it out himself.

Forget it.

Yager had obviously killed all of Yanan's beasts, including Gelman and Luna.

Let him go to this kind of hunting night, he must have collapsed a long time ago.

It's better to be rune, it's better to be rune.

The fool suddenly felt more satisfied with life than ever before.

But whether it is a traverser or not, more definite evidence is needed, such as the reaction after getting the diary, etc., so Klein is not in a hurry to make a conclusion.

"You can get it in exchange for the merit of the mission." He replied, "For example, my dependents sometimes need help. ”

"Okay." Yager's palms rubbed weakly under the long table, apparently remembering the Sherlock detective he had just finished persecuting

You are persecuting fools!

If he could hear his heart, Klein would inevitably complain in his heart.

Fortunately, after a brief explanation of the meritorious affairs, the normal process of the Tarot Society finally began to advance, and there were no special incidents, and the members traded extraordinary materials and information with each other.

Crane's potion materials, as well as Audrey's props to disguise her identity, have been found.

"By the way, Mr. Sun, did you make it out of the prison in Silver City?" After the trade, the hanged man remembered something and turned to look at Darik.

What he meant was to ask Silver City about how Amon had been treated.

Whether the parasitic will be re-absorbed or will be reincarcerated, regardless of the direction chosen, will show Silver City's understanding and attitude towards the 'blasphemous'.

"It's out." Daerik nodded.

But he soon added to the new dilemma: "The Chief asked me to join his team, and we are now exploring a strange temple without encountering immediate danger......"

"However, we never walked out of this experience."

(End of chapter)