"Why don't you put up a spiritual wall? Is it because I'm right next door and I'm too relieved? ”

Before confessing that he was the "world", Klein would sneak into the bathroom or lock himself in his bedroom under various pretexts for each "tarot meeting", and at that time he would usually use a spiritual wall to isolate himself from the outside world.

But after the two sides revealed their identities, Crane rarely did so, although the two would still wait separately for Mr. Fool's call, but in different bedrooms, or one in the living room and the other in the bedroom.

Now he doesn't even use the Spirit Wall?

Angel chuckled, stepped forward, and gently poked Klein's waist, finding that the other party was unresponsive, and there seemed to be an invisible force protecting his body from falling.

"It seems that this is the blessing of Mr. Fool......"

Thinking about it, Angel gave up trying to move Crane to bed, which could disrupt Mr. Fool's summoning ritual or cause harm to Crane.

However, maybe you can draw him a face, such as a cat, to remind him to remember to protect himself with the spiritual wall next time...... Angel had just thought of this in his heart, and suddenly found that Crane's current standing seemed somewhat familiar.

"I've probably seen this before...... It was a long time ago, not long after I met him......"

Angel's eyes widened, and her mind was tumbling over, and she finally searched the corner for information that was about to be forgotten.

In Tingen, in the docklands, when the Night Watch Team tracked down Riel Bieber using Seal 2-049, Crane was accidentally controlled by the Antigonus puppet and fell into a state similar to "secret puppetization".

At that time, he was standing in this strange and stiff posture at present!

The train of thought was opened, and Angel immediately confirmed more details.

"It turns out that the role of the Antigonus puppet in controlling people in the vicinity is similar to controlling the thread of the spirit, and that stagnation is the reaction after being initially controlled...... Like when the 'King of the North' was controlled by Crane?

"Klein was controlled by the seal at the time, and then got out of the anomaly on his own, and although I excused him from the loss of control caused by contact with the notes of the Antigonus family, he was actually some distance away from the notes at the time......

"The same posture, this time I was pulled by Mr. Fool above the gray mist, but what about last time?"

Could it be that before I confirmed to Mr. Fool that the information submitted to Klein was an attempt to develop him into a member of the Tarot Society, he was ......

…… Have you been in contact with Mr. Fool?

……

After sending Angel away, Crane immediately stopped pretending, he waved his hand to hide the "world" in the gray mist, sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, and waited for the people who had made a deal at the previous tarot meeting to "sacrifice", and then "give" the corresponding item to the right person.

"I'm like an e-commerce intermediary now, waiting for the seller to ship the goods...... Hehe, Fool Express understands? ”

He teased himself and quickly waited for the first deal between Miss "Magician" and "Miss Hermit".

After a moment of busyness, he finished "sending" the corresponding items, until only a dark stinger about 15 centimeters long remained on the long bronze table in front of him.

This is the "Needle of the Black-veined Shadow Scorpion", the last missing auxiliary material for Angel's "Despair" potion, sacrificed by Mr. "Sun".

"Angel should be happy to get it...... But I can't be happier, maybe it won't be long before the first demigod of the Tarot Society will be born, and it's not my ......."

He said half happily and half regretfully, hoping that the other party could slow down a little and wait for himself who had just been promoted to Sequence 5.

After hesitating for a moment, Crane still clicked on the crimson star that belonged to the "Queen", and was about to pretend to be a fool and tell the other party that he could prepare to receive the "gift", but he was surprised to find that in the gray mist, next to the picture centered on Angel, his body stiffened in place after walking four steps backwards to the gray mist space.

What? What about my spiritual wall?

Even in the spirit state, Klein felt a chill in his back, and he broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't care about it, and communicated directly with Angel, interrupting her frowning, staring at his movements, and whispering:

"Mr. 'Sun' has completed his sacrifice, and you are ready to receive the gift."

This "harassment" successfully interrupted Angel's thoughts, and she looked up at the ceiling with some surprise, and after a moment looked down and responded:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Fool."

In the Gray Mist Palace, "Mr. Fool" let out a long sigh of relief.

He decided that in the future, he would go out to open the tarot meeting.

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After hastily setting up the temporary altar and obtaining the materials for the "sun" sacrifice from Mr. Fool, Angel placed the materials that had been sealed separately on the table one by one, and counted them with joy.

"Main materials: the eyes of the gazer, the complete sac of the black-veined shadow giant scorpion.

"Auxiliary materials: the poisonous needle of the black-veined shadow giant scorpion, 150 ml of the blood of the condenser, 10 drops of the sap of the blood mist tree, and 1 homemade highly toxic drug."

Now, just put them together in a container, or even hold them together in your hand, you can directly form a potion that can be consumed......

Angel's gaze swept over the pair of breathtaking pale eyeballs, the shriveled sac with a green tinge in the black, and other supporting materials, and finally settled on the poison needle worth 3,000 pounds.

"The easiest step has been done, and the next step is the hard part: how to kill a demigod and take the potion in his desperation......"

From sequence 5 onwards, promotion requires not only a complete potion, but also a corresponding ritual to assist, Angel, who has been promoted, knows that the ritual is by no means a perfunctory or skipping process, but an important means to stabilize the spirit, spirit and body after taking the potion, and if you are not careful, you will directly lose control under the interference of the spiritual imprint left by the potion, become a monster or die on the spot.

The same must be true of the "desperate" promotion.

As a result, Angel did not immediately configure the potion, even if it could maintain its effects for a long time with the right means of sealing.

Putting the materials away again, Angel heard the sound of the door opening from behind, and she looked back, and sure enough, Crane had walked out of the second bedroom.

He probably didn't find out that I was going to paint him a cat face...... Angel thought with some uneasiness.

But she was quickly relieved, after all, it was only her and Klein in the room at that time, and the latter spirit was still in the venue of the "Tarot Society", and he did not know what was happening in the outside world.

"Unless Mr. Fool told him...... But perhaps, he has a closer relationship with the Fool than we, the 'patriarchs' of the Tarot Society? ”

She muttered, and took the initiative to meet them, telling them the good news that she had gathered all the ingredients for the "Despair" potion.

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To the west of Byam, the "City of Generosity", in a private house near the Governor's Palace.

In the basement, stubby candles burned, the faint light illuminated the blood-stained floor, and mutilated corpses were piled haphazardly in the corners, their missing parts resting on a long, narrow stone altar.

A gloomy man in a black clergyman's robe, tanned skin, and sunken eyes faced the altar, his head bowed, as if lost in thought.

Suddenly, the movement on the altar woke him up, and the man squinted at the carefully selected pile of flesh and organs, and found that they seemed to be picked up one by one by an invisible hand and piled up towards the center of the altar.

The glimmer of the surrounding candles was dyed with different colors, red, blue, green, and purple, which seemed to correspond to different desires, making the man feel the tyranny, greed, resentment, and lust in his heart surging like waves of the ocean.

Even as a demigod of the "Rose School" who advocated indulgent desires, he couldn't help frowning.

"Jakes, was the ritual a success?"

He asked softly.

Gathering so many sacrifices under the noses of the "Aquaman" of the Storm Church and the newly arrived military demigods was not an easy task for him.

"God Has Answered......"

A cold voice came, and then the black curtain hanging on the side of the wall automatically covered the altar without wind, covering the wriggling and binding flesh.

Behind it, an emaciated figure turned from invisible to transparent, and then completely apparent from transparent.

He also had brown skin and facial features peculiar to the Southern Continent, with sparse white hair, deep wrinkles, and brown eyes staring closely at the altar.

The flesh under the black curtain gradually bulged, pushing the curtain into a sharp shape, and then swelled to form a thick shape, wisps of dark red blood soaked the curtain, and became colorful and evil under the candlelight.

Knock, knock, knock.

A heavy throbbing sound struck the eardrums of the two men, and the curtain became uneven, as if branches of different shapes stretched out from below, and more blood gushed out from under the curtain, flowing down the altar and spilling all over the ground.

When the old man named Jax couldn't stand the beating of the drum like his heart, the sound suddenly stopped.

The curtain collapsed suddenly, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to coalesce, except for two slightly bulging parts.

Hmmm-

The curtain was lifted by an invisible hand, and below it was a half-molten "Tree of Flesh", with a round "fruit" on its branches, gently shaking on the rotting flesh and withered branches.

"Mother Tree of Desire!"

Jax shouted violently, bowing his head reverently, repeating the name of the god he believed in.

"Smack!"

At the sound of his prayer, there was a soft sound, and the fist-sized fruit burst open, growing limbs and a head of its own, the shriveled and fragile limbs barely supporting the huge head, on which there were no normal facial features, only a large mouth that almost split the head in two when it grinned.

The palm-sized humanoid mouth spits out gray-white and dark red mist as if breathing, and before it dissipates, it inhales it in one gulp.

"From Verteck to the Berserk Sea, and finally to Byam, we have spent countless energies to finally obtain the gift of the gods, which can help us sense the existence of those two targets, capture them alive, and sacrifice them to the Mother Tree!"

Jax shouted again, and the crazy look made the other man frown slightly, but he quickly adjusted his state and asked in a low voice:

"Shall we do it now?"

"At the feet of Aquaman? There is no chance unless Lord S'ea comes in person...... Find a way to force them out of the city, it's better to separate them and break the ...... one by one"

Before the old man could finish speaking, the door to the basement was pushed open from the outside.

"Lord Jakes, Lord Zatwin."

The person who came was none other than the pale "Blood Admiral" Seigno, who wore a tricorne hat and greeted them respectfully, and then continued:

"Turani von Hermosiuin's position has been revealed!"

(End of chapter)