In the crimson rippled flames in the corners, two blurred figures could be clearly seen.

They were, in turn, Mr. Fool, who was located on top of the High Source Fort, and Amun, who was "praying" from the Fool's spirituality.

Flames burn silently inside the intricate lanterns.

Inside was Yager, who was secretly observing.

Perhaps the reason for the further deepening of the link between the Source Fort and the Dream Realm, he now has taken away some of the authority of this place, and can observe the progress above the gray fog at any time by mentioning it.

Although it doesn't involve manipulation, it is still quite a terrifying thing for the fool.

Like, he's been caught right now.

The corners of Yager's mouth twitched in reality, and he was silent about the nickname Klein had given him, and he had a new subtle impulse.

What? You say the word 'tentacle monster' is not named?

I've been in Beckland for so long, do you think I'm going to wonder who the tentacle monster is?!

He is very self-aware.

But leaving out the fool's backstabbing naming, it's the content of their communication that matters.

Yager looked at the figure not far away that was obscured by gray mist.

The majestic, mysterious, misty man was clearly conveyed to his eyes by the lantern, no different from what he saw at every tarot meeting.

He is a fool who still appears to be the true God.

Of course, this layer of identity has become more and more unreliable in constant contact.

Especially after the word 'tentacle monster' appeared-

Mr. Fool, you're OOC.

In the person of a fool and in the image he has always presented, he will not speak in such a tone.

Combined with Klein, who went to the bathroom very frequently, and the reason why Tarot, who he hadn't had time to ask but had always wondered, would come to the dream world......

It's you! Sherlock Moriarty!

Yager's eyes sharpened for a moment.

The most direct evidence of this is that Sherlock claims to be a Fool's Friend, but when they first meet, they can see that there is a strange connection to the Grey Mist.

Now that I think about it, it's just an excuse to bully him for not having occult common sense......

Although the Source Fort itself doesn't seem to be of much use to him, the things that can reach the true god personality are of great value.

In that case, then he, as a tentacle monster, will be merciful and take over this place, right?

Yager stared at the Fool faintly.

Not far away, Crane, who was talking to Amon, suddenly had a chill down his spine, and couldn't help but look around with trembling.

The long table was as silent as ever, except for a few extra traces of blood from the dream, stretching around it.

'No surprises......

'In short, it must be Amun's pot!' ’

Looking at the monocle in the blurred prayer screen in front of him, Klein couldn't help but shudder, and pressed the alarm of the spirit.

Ever since the last time he saw the picture behind Xiao Sun, Amon has been his psychological shadow, not to mention that he almost lost his life in Yanan!

This proposal must have been unkind.

Turn it off, turn it off right away!

"We don't have anything to say."

The figure wrapped in gray mist said decisively to the smiling Green.

There was no reason to hesitate, and after putting aside the conclusion of non-cooperation with a loud voice, Crane quickly withdrew the spirit from the stars in the gray mist.

It wasn't until he couldn't see Amon at all that he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the tension in my heart is not less at all.

With Amun's character, he would definitely not do anything that was unreasonable, especially when the source fort seemed to be related to some higher being.

There must be something to do.

"What is it...... "Klein muttered anxiously, "is this just a temptation?" But he should know that the Source Fort can't get in. What the hell does he want to do......"

As he spoke, the pale flame in the lantern in the distance suddenly trembled slightly.

Reflected shadows flickered ominously on the long table.

"What's going on?"

Yager on the inside and Crane on the outside discovered this at the same time.

Good news, this was not Jager's doing.

It would take two days to sneak into the Source Fort, after all, he felt that his original erosion methods were extremely effective, and there was no need to immediately rub and persecute Crane, who knew the source of blood.

He was going to find out why the lantern was last seen and try a few more times.

So Yager, like Klein, showed a look that was first dazed, and then began to look left and right.

Crane stood up, crept off the Fool's barstool, and took a few steps to the lantern.

Yager's spirituality looked with him through the flames.

“…… Traveler from an illusory dreamland......"

“…… The curse of the cycle of blood and killing,"

“…… Twisted Crescent! ”

"Allow your patrons to travel through your new land."

The illusory sound of prayer sounded again, but this time, it was in Yager's ear!

Yager looked back blankly.

The source is indeed on his side.

But outrageously, it's not exactly on his side.

Confused prayers echoed above the gray mist, sending shocked expressions to both of them.

The sound is very familiar.

…… Bad news, Amon again!!

Worse news –

The tip of the pale flame swelled, emitting bursts of scarlet light, cutting a twisted space above the gray mist.

The next moment, a figure wearing a monocle appeared out of thin air on the side of the long table!

The delicate silk black robe, the peaked top hat, and the smiling expression underneath, this is undoubtedly Green.

Now, his dark eyes behind his monocle glowed an eerie red.

He appeared out of thin air in Fort Source!

The scarlet threads belonging to Yager flowed uncharacteristically around him, separating him from the rest of the long table.

His dark red eyes crooked, he glanced around the long table, and then looked at Klein not far away with satisfaction:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Surprised?"

Through the gray fog, you can feel Klein's shock, his face change suddenly, and his pupils shake his body language.

Green happily admired the result and pulled out an illusory card from his body.

"I heard you're holding a party here called the Tarot Society, can I join in?"

"Lovers."

"What do you think of this card?"

Crane's face turned pale, and he knew that he had moved the energy of the source fortress in vain.

Sure enough, it didn't work.

Green in front of him was still leaning comfortably on the empty high-backed chair, smiling and pushing his glasses.

He seems to have some connection to the energy of the Crimson......

"Oh, I forgot, you might be curious how I got in." Green looked at Crane with a smile, "Don't worry. ”

"I'm just joining your best friend's side."

"It's a bit risky, but since you're not willing to hand over the Source Fort, I'll have to start from the other side."

He blinked, as if adjusting to some of the vision that changed as his eyes turned red.

Obviously, he, like the source castle, has been eroded by dreams. It's just that one is passive and the other is active.

As a sub-Mongolian who signed an unequal contract with all of Mongolia, he was well aware that his enemies almost included himself, plus the characteristics of Zoroaster, who was still in the hands of Yager, so he ......

He was voluntarily polluted.

As part of the power of the outer gods, he naturally obtained the authority of the former source fort. Although only the permission to observe, it is sufficient.

Moreover, he has now changed his name to the Outer Gods.

Yager and Klein both had toothache expressions on their faces.

The beginning of the school year and the exams are finally over. Recently, I will change it when I am free, and it will look like it will be more every few days!

(End of chapter)