First class, room 310.

Crane helped Angel back to the suite, watched her stagger into the bathroom, and a moment later staggered back to the living room, falling headlong on the couch and not moving.

"Angel?"

He called softly, and the other hand slowly raised and lowered, and then remained motionless.

I didn't expect what Cleves said to be true, this sweet but full of stamina Sunia blood wine really put her down......

Crane wordlessly looked at Angel, who had enjoyed a whole bottle of blood wine, sighed softly, stepped forward to pick her up, pushed open the door of the master bedroom with his foot, and gently placed her on the double bed.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, feeling the unconscious touch of her arm, and smelling the faint smell of wine in the air, Crane's already floating mind calmed down.

It was indeed his original plan to let Angel unknowingly drink the blood wine and fall into intoxication, but at this time Crane was a little hesitant. Whether it is the modern age where Zhou Mingrui is located, or the time when Klein is located, it is not a gentleman's act to do something out of the ordinary while a woman is drunk.

Although he knew that Angel would not blame him afterwards, it was his own level that was the saddest thing......

Alas, the first time it happened in that situation, how could I still have the face to say that...... Crane remembered the choices he had made the night after he had killed the Apostle of Desire, and his face felt as red and hot as if he had been drunk.

He sighed, helped Angel put the quilt on, and turned to leave the master bedroom to sleep in the servant's room next to him.

"Now I've really become a servant Gelman......

He couldn't help but think of the little joke the two of them had made after boarding the ship in the morning.

As he reached the door, his spirit suddenly alerted, but before he could react, a slender but powerful arm reached behind him, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back to the bedroom and threw him on the double bed.

Above him, a pair of clear, angry eyes stared at him.

"Wait, you, aren't you drunk?"

Crane opened his mouth, and he didn't know why Angel, who was still drunk just now, straddled him with a radiant look at this time.

"Tell you a little, secret, secret," Angel leaned into his ear and whispered, the breath brushing the short hair next to his ear, the slight itch running from the scalp to the heart, "Witch, you won't get drunk......

"And you just now?"

Klein subconsciously asked, but suddenly understood everything tonight.

It turns out that she is the hunter, and he is the prey.

"Wait, wait......"

"I'm going to ...... above"

"Don't ...... there"

Fortunately, there were no passengers in 308 and 312, otherwise the suppressed voice of the young adventurer Gelman Sparrow would surely have become the talk of the dinner table the next day.

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The tedious but occasionally surprising life at sea has been spent for two full days, and on Monday evening the White Onyx will dock at one of the route's key supply points, Damir Harbor, where it will be restocked with food and fresh water, before setting sail again the next morning.

But the most important issue now is the tarot meeting to be held in the afternoon......

Angel looked at the "Trensoster Empire, Legend or History" in front of him with some boredom, and secretly yawned.

“…… As a result, the empire inherited part of the original territory of the Solomonic Empire, with the capital at Beckland. ”

Crane's deliberately louder voice woke her out of her lethargic state.

It was a Monday afternoon, and after a sumptuous lunch that had already been somewhat repetitive, the two returned to the suite and sat down at their desks to continue their morning studies.

Angel was interested in the history of the Quaternary because he had listened to the treasure legend of Captain Erlan the night before, and borrowed a few related books in the recreation room, and Klein, a history graduate who happened to be preparing to make up for her shortcomings, volunteered to give her a lecture in person, and by the way, through the occult interpretation of the Quaternary Age, Angel understood the age of strife when the gods were still walking in the world.

It's a pity that after a day of tutoring yesterday and this morning, Angel, who is full of fresh content such as "Six Great Gods", "Five Great Families", and "Battle of the Four Emperors", already feels that his brain can't stuff more things.

Although this top student in the history department, the occult master's course was indeed effective in improving her knowledge.

As if he didn't think cramming was good, Klein sighed and closed his notes.

"I'll talk about it the rest of the night," he glanced at the pocket watch on the table, and suddenly frowned, covering his stomach, "I'll go to the bathroom......"

Angel, who was thinking about how to break up Klein so that he could participate in the "Tarot Meeting" to be held later, was overjoyed, but said with a regretful expression on his face:

"Alright then, I'll go back to my bedroom and rest for a while."

Seeing Klein walk into the bathroom, she crept back to her bedroom, locked the door, and sat on the bed waiting for three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Maybe I should have confessed to Klein earlier, otherwise this situation happens once a week, will he ......"

……

"Will she doubt it......"

In the cramped bathroom, Klein glanced at the door with some concern.

Although Angel, as the "queen" of the Tarot Society, will inevitably take the initiative to find an excuse to be alone for a period of time every week, "Mr. Fool" has to come to the gray fog space in advance to remind the "Sun" in Silver City to prepare in advance, so he must reserve more time, and in the long run, it is easy to expose his strange behavior of overlapping with the time of the Tarot Club.

"Maybe it's time to throw out the identity of the 'world', but then it will be inconvenient for me in Tarot to use this identity to issue some commissions that do not fit the identity of the 'fool'......"

Crane felt a little headache, but thinking that it was almost time for the meeting, he could only put the question aside first, skillfully took four steps backwards, and came to the world of fools.

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A crimson glow flashed, and the majestic palace once again ushered in the weekly tarot meeting.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

Miss Justice no longer had the frustration of last week, and regained some of her former vigor and took the initiative to greet everyone, but she immediately noticed that there was a new member in the male queue opposite.

"This is the new Tarot Order, Mr. Moon. Mr. Moon, they are ......"

The Fool's low, illusory voice came, and he began to introduce the original Tarot members in turn.

At the same time, everyone's eyes were focused on the "moon" on Mr. Sun's right, the new member was taller than the sun who had been ranked first, and his body was emaciated, and his face was also hidden behind a faint gray mist, and he could only make out his short black hair and the gaze of the people.

Directly across from him, "The Magician" Forth was about to present the Fool with the three pages of Rossell's notes she had obtained from Mr. Dorian of Prydzeau, when he noticed that something seemed wrong with the tall Mr. "Sun", who curled up in a high-backed chair in some pain, his hands clenched into fists, and pressed heavily on the table.

"Mr. Sun, are you okay?"

She asked.

The other members soon noticed the anomaly and cast concerned glances.

"I'm sorry, I, I just remembered a lot of things."

"Sun" Derick subconsciously wiped his forehead, and then remembered that he was currently in a spirit state and would not sweat. After summing up what had happened in the past few days in his mind, he said:

"Shortly after the last tarot meeting, I joined the expedition led by the 'Chief' to explore the aforementioned ruins, but in the depths of the temple in that ruined city, we found strange murals, seductive but actually flesh-and-blood mushrooms, and a little boy.

"He called himself Jack, and said that he had come here with his father from the other side of the sea to look for the Creator's sanctuary, and we asked him where he had come, but he attacked him, but fortunately, Lord Colin killed him and protected everyone in the team."

"Jack...... From the other side of the sea? ”

The hanged man beside him, apparently intrigued by this passage, muttered a repetition, and then asked:

"And then?"

And then ...... Then we returned to the camp, the closest camp to the ruined city, back to the moment before we were ready to set off exploring. ”

Mr. Sun had a subtle hint of horror in his tone.

"Five times! Five times in total! We entered the city over and over again, found the temple, went through the frescoes, burned the mushrooms, questioned the boys, and eventually, stopped after the Chief Lord killed Jack, and repeated the experience again.

"Had it not been for the fact that I had come here, and had been reminded by Mr. Fool, I am afraid that I would have continued to immerse myself in that repetitive exploration, until one of the moments His Excellency made a mistake and failed to save one of us, or gradually weakened and starved to death in the depths of the ruined city."

With that, he looked at Mr. Fool at the head of the long table, and bowed his head in thanks, but the latter did not say anything, as if it were a trivial matter.

Just listening to the description of the sun, everyone felt a little creepy, this kind of "repeating life" experience, even in the imagination of fantasy, has never been seen.

But Angel knows this more than anyone else, and she has also encountered things that she has "forgotten" part of her experience, and it is not until she enters this palace in the gray fog that she remembers everything with the help of the fool.

"After thinking about this, did you find the root of the problem?"

She asked with concern, trying to guide Mr. Sun out of his panic and find a way out of this strange cycle.

"I think it probably has something to do with that little boy from the sea, 'Jack', every time the Chief kills him, we go back to camp and start exploring again, he is probably the key to the incident, but I don't know how to fix it."

"Perhaps, you try not to kill him, communicate with him?"

"Justice" Audrey suggested with interest.

"It's hard, every time we try to ask something, but it won't be long before Jack will go crazy and take the initiative to attack, and only the Chief can resist and kill him, and I can't interfere."

The sun shook his head and dismissed the plan.

"Based on your description, I have thought of a possibility," said the Hanged Man, who had been pondering, suddenly with some excitement in his tone, "I mentioned before that I was hunting down a 'listener' of the Aurora Society, who had taken his children out to sea in search of the sanctuary of the 'true Creator'. ”

"The child he was carrying is very similar to the Jack described by the 'Sun', and Jack is also from the sea, from outside the area where Silver City is located!"

This means that the world between Silver City and the other members of the Tarot Society is not completely disconnected!

After a brief moment of stunnedness, "Sun" Derick felt inexplicable joy welling up in his heart.

(End of chapter)