First class cabin, Room 310.
Klein helped Angel back to the suite, watching her staggering into the bathroom. After a while, she also staggered back to the living room, fell down on the sofa, and stopped moving.
"Angel?"
He called softly, and the other person slowly raised and lowered his hands, then remained motionless.
Unexpectedly, what Krivis said was true. This sweet yet powerful Sonia Blood Wine really knocked her down...
Klein looked at Angel speechlessly, who had a whole bottle of blood wine to himself. He sighed softly, went up to pick her up, pushed open the door of the master bedroom with his feet, and gently placed her on the double bed.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, feeling the unconscious touch of her arms, and smelling the faint smell of alcohol in the air, Klein's already floating mind calmed down.
It was indeed his original plan to let Angel drink the blood wine unknowingly and fall into intoxication, but at this time Klein was a little hesitant. Whether it is the modern era where Zhou Mingrui lives, or the current era where Klein lives, it was not Gentlemen who did something outrageous when a woman was drunk.
Although he knew that Angel would not blame him afterwards, the saddest thing was his own situation...
Alas, it was the first time that it happened in that situation, how could I have the nerve to say that... Klein remembered the choice he made that night after intercepting Desire Apostle, and felt that his face was as red and hot as if he was drunk.
He sighed, covered Angel with the quilt, turned around and prepared to leave the master bedroom and sleep in the servant's room next to him.
"Now I have really become a servant Gehrman..."
He couldn't help but think of the little joke the two had made after boarding the ship in the morning.
Just as he walked to the door, his Spirituality suddenly sounded alert, but before he even had time to react, a slender but powerful arm stretched out from behind him, grabbed Klein by his collar, dragged him back to the bedroom, and threw him on the double bed.
Above his body, a pair of clear but sullen eyes stared at him.
"Wait, you're not drunk?"
Klein was speechless. He didn't know why Angel, who was still intoxicated just now, was sitting on his body in high spirits.
"Let me tell you a little secret," Angel leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, his breath brushing the short hair next to his ear, and the slight itch went from his scalp to his heart, "Demoness will not get drunk..."
"What about you just now?"
Klein asked subconsciously, but suddenly understood everything about tonight.
It turns out that she is Hunter, and he is the prey.
"Wait, wait a minute..."
"I want to be on top..."
"Don't go there..."
Fortunately, there were no passengers in 308 and 312, otherwise the suppressed voice of young Adventurer Gehrman Sparrow would definitely become a topic of conversation at the dinner table the next day.
The boring but occasionally surprising life at sea has been spent for two full days. On Monday night, White Agate will dock at one of the important supply points on the route, Damir Harbor, where it will replenish food and fresh water before setting sail again the next morning.
But the most important issue now is the Tarot Club meeting to be held in the afternoon...
Angel looked at "Trensoest Empire, Legend or History" in front of him with some boredom, and secretly yawned.
"... Therefore, the empire inherited part of the Solomon Empire's original territory and made its capital Backlund."
Klein's deliberately louder narration woke her up from her drowsy state.
It was Monday afternoon. After having a sumptuous but somewhat repetitive lunch, the two returned to the suite and sat at the desk to continue their morning study.
Angel became somewhat interested in the history of Fourth Epoch because she listened to Captain Erlan's treasure legend the night before. She borrowed a few related books from Recreation Room, and, a graduate of the history department, happened to be ready to make up for her shortcomings. Klein volunteered and planned to give her a lecture in person. By the way, through the interpretation of Fourth Epoch in mystical science, Angel could understand the Age of Strife who God is still walking in the world.
Unfortunately, after tutoring yesterday and this morning, Angel, whose mind is full of fresh content such as "Six Gods", "Five Families", "Four Emperors War", etc., feels like he can't fit anything more into his mind.
Although this top student in the history department, the courses taken by the master of occult studies have indeed effectively improved her knowledge level.
It seems that cramming teaching is not very good. Klein sighed and closed the notes in his hand.
"Let's talk about it for the rest of the night," he glanced at the pocket watch on the table, suddenly frowned and held his stomach, "I'm going to the bathroom..."
Angel, who was thinking about how to spend Klein in order to participate in the "Tarot Club" to be held later, felt happy, but said with a regretful expression on his face:
"Okay then, I'll go back to the bedroom and rest for a while."
Seeing Klein walking into the bathroom, she tiptoed back to the bedroom, locked the door, sat on the bed and waited for three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Perhaps I should have confessed to Klein earlier, otherwise this situation would happen once a week. Would he..."
"Would she be suspicious..."
In the narrow bathroom, Klein glanced at the door with some worry.
Although Angel, as the "Empress" of Tarot Club, will definitely take the initiative to find excuses to spend some time alone every week, but "Mr. Fool" has to come to in advance Grey Fog Space, remind "Sun" who is in City of Silver to prepare in advance, so reserve more time. In the long run, it is easy to expose your own weird behavior that coincides with Tarot Club's hosting time.
"Maybe it's time to throw away the identity of 'World', but then it will be inconvenient for me in Tarot to use this identity to issue certain commissions that are not consistent with the identity of 'Fool'..."
Klein felt a little headache, but thinking that it was almost time for the meeting, he could only put this problem aside and skillfully walked four steps backwards to arrive at the world of Fool.
A series of crimson rays of light flashed, and the majestic palace once again welcomed the weekly Tarot Club.
"Mr. Fool, everyone, good afternoon."
Miss Justice was no longer as depressed as last week and regained some of her previous vitality. She took the initiative to say hello to everyone, but she immediately discovered that there was a new member in the queue of men opposite.
"This is the new Tarot Club member, Mr. 'Moon'. Mr. 'Moon', they are..."
Fool's deep, illusory voice came, and he began to introduce the original Tarot Club members one by one.
At the same time, everyone focused their attention on "Moon" on the right side of Mr. Sun. This new member was taller than Sun, who was originally ranked first. He was thin and his face was also hidden behind the light Gray Fog. Only his short black hair slicked back and his gaze looking at everyone could be seen.
Directly opposite him, "Magician" Forsi was about to present to the Fool the three pages of Russell's notes she had obtained from Mr. Dorian in Pulitzer Harbour. However, she noticed that something seemed wrong with the tall Mr. "Sun". The latter huddled up in a high-backed chair in pain, clenching his hands into fists and pressing heavily on the table.
"Mr. Sun, are you okay?"
she asked.
The other members quickly noticed something strange and cast concerned glances.
"Sorry, I, I just remembered a lot of things."
"Sun" Derrick subconsciously wiped it on his forehead, and then remembered that he was currently in Spirit Body state and would not sweat. He summarized what happened in the past few days in his mind and said:
"Shortly after the last Tarot Club ended, I joined Expedition Team led by the 'Chief' and went to explore the ruins mentioned before. But deep in the temple in that ruined city, we found strange murals, tempting but actually flesh-and-blood mushrooms, and a little boy.
"He called himself Jack, and said he came here from the other side of the sea with his father, looking for the creation Lord's Sanctuary. We asked him about the direction of his coming, but he suddenly attacked him. Fortunately, the 'chief' Colin Your Excellency killed him and protected everyone in the team."
"Jack...from the other side of the sea?"
Hanged Man beside him was obviously very interested in this content. He repeated it in a murmur, and then asked:
"Then what?"
"Then...then we returned to the camp, the camp closest to the ruined city, and returned to the moment before we were ready to set out to explore."
Mr. Sun There was a trace of imperceptible panic in his tone.
"Five times! Five times in total! We entered the city over and over again, found the temple, passed the murals, burned the mushrooms, asked the boy, and finally stopped after Chief Your Excellency killed Jack, and repeated this experience again.
"If I hadn't come here and been reminded by Mr. Fool, I'm afraid I would have continued to be immersed in that repetitive exploration until one time Chief Your Excellency made a mistake and failed to save one of us, or gradually weakened and starved to death deep in the ruined city."
After that, he looked at Mr. Fool at the top of the long table and bowed his head to express his gratitude. The latter did not express any expression, as if it was just a trivial matter.
Just listening to Sun's description, everyone felt a little creepy. This kind of "repeat life" experience has never been seen before, even in fantasy novels.
But compared to others, Angel has a deeper understanding of this. She has also encountered things where she "forgot" part of her experience. It was not until she entered the palace in Gray Fog that she remembered everything with the help of Fool.
"Have you found the root of the problem after thinking about this?"
She asked with concern, trying to guide Mr. Sun out of panic and find a way out of this weird cycle.
"I think it is probably related to the little boy 'Jack' from the sea. Every time the chief kills him, we will return to the camp and start exploring again. He is probably the key to the incident, but I don't know how to solve it."
"Perhaps you try not to kill him and communicate with him?"
"Justice" Audrey made suggestions with interest.
"It's difficult. Every time we try to ask something, but it won't be long before Jack will fall into madness and actively attack. Only the chief can resist and kill him. I can't interfere."
Sun shook his head and rejected this plan.
"Based on your description, I have thought of a possibility," Hanged Man, who had been deep in thought, suddenly said with a somewhat excited tone, "I once mentioned that I was hunting down a Aurora Order's 'Listener'. He took his child to sea in order to find the sanctuary of 'True Creator'."
"The child he is carrying is very similar to the Jack described by 'Sun', and Jack also comes from the sea, from outside the area where City of Silver is located!"
This means that there is not completely no connection between the worlds of City of Silver and other members of Tarot Club!
"Sun" Derrick After a brief moment of astonishment, inexplicable joy surged from the bottom of his heart.