The long period of silence in his mind made Leonard a little anxious. He felt uneasy about recruiting his own "Minor Arcana Brand" within Goddess Church and worrying about being reported to Archbishop.
He stood up from the sofa, poured out the coffee that was no longer drinkable because of the grease, and boiled a pot of water again. Only then did he hear the voice belonging to Pallez in his ear:
"Please tell me in detail what the situation is. Is it the request of 'Fool' or your idea?"
He didn't reject it outright?
It sounds like if Mr. "Fool" personally requested it, Old Man would be prepared to agree?
Leonard was surprised and delighted. He returned to the sofa and told Pallez the details of "Empress" Angel's suggestions and everyone's opinions., including "the world" Klein's position of clearly standing on the side of Angel, and how "Hanged Man" seemed to realize something and quickly changed his attitude.
"You mean, although 'Fool' didn't express his position directly, he probably has his own tendencies?"
Pallez asked rhetorically.
"I think so. His final conclusion was obviously that he agreed with our resolution. Although he made some restrictions, he also gave corresponding permissions, especially allowing 'Minor Arcana' to chant his name when necessary. This is tantamount to promising to provide certain help. For example, the 'Angel's Embrace' last time came from one of his Angels."
Leonard recalled the "punishment" operation he participated in last week, and was quite impressed by the Angel figure that resisted the twelve pairs of wings of a certain Sanguine Demigod.
"Remember, believe in the power of God, don't believe in their kindness," the old voice in his head lamented, "That 'Fool' must have His considerations in making such a decision. Maybe not long after, we can really see 'Church of the Fool' appear in front of the world... But before that, don't get too involved in this matter."
"What?" Leonard asked in confusion.
"I mean, don't think about developing your own 'Minor Arcana' randomly! This includes not only me, but also several other candidates you have in mind, such as your dear captain, and the extremely talented female Spirit Medium who may become Demigod..." Pallez reprimanded angrily, "You can join Tarot Club and become a believer of 'Fool'. It is already a church, and it is the limit of what that existence can tolerate. If you have other thoughts, I can't guarantee that there won't be 'Red Gloves' knocking on your door in the middle of the night."
"That one"... is this what Old Man is referring to?
Leonard The long string of Honorific Name flashed through his mind, and his heart tightened. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and clicked four times to draw the outline of Crimson Moon.
"But Klein, and Angel, what about their situations?"
He suddenly thought of his two former colleagues. They were both believers of Goddess and believers of "Fool". They seemed to have a close relationship with this secretive God.
This discussion on "Minor Arcana" happened to be initiated and supported by the two of them.
"Can you compare with them? I guess they have become the favored ones of Evernight, and joining Tarot Club and becoming a 'Fool' believer may mean some kind of tacit understanding, some kind of deal... In this way, you can also understand the reason why your colleague 'resurrected' from the dead..."
Pallez murmured, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
"Resurrection, isn't that the ability of 'Unaging' Demoness?"
Leonard couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I'm talking about another one, and that female colleague of yours is definitely not 'Unaging' Demoness at Tingen City."
The old voice in his head sighed, then ignored his call and stopped responding.
Seeing that Old Man declined the offer to get a "Minor Arcana", Leonard curled his lips, made a new cup of coffee, came to the study, looked at a blackboard with a East Borough map and several case reports fixed with thumbtacks, and his eyes moved between various words and marks.
Those were the times, places and characteristics of the five previous homicides.
Next to the map, there is also a portrait with only the lower half of the face, which Leonard drew based on the appearance of the murderer he saw in his dream. It has no effect as a wanted order, but for Spirituality, who is alert, Beyonder will definitely be able to recognize the murderer as long as he sees him again.
"There have been no new cases for almost two weeks. Is it because the murderer has achieved his goal or discovered that the official is paying attention to this matter..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes resting on the keywords such as "Witch" and "Acting Feedback" on the blackboard, thoughtfully.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he hurried to the bookshelf, pulled out another file that had fallen a little dusty, opened it, turned out a page, and returned to the blackboard where the clues were posted.
That page of documents records Capim Case that happened in Backlund in October last year. In the case of the death of the rich man suspected of human trafficking, "Black Emperor" left behind a piece of Tarot Cards, and made a gorgeous curtain call in front of the onlookers, making the headlines of almost all newspapers.
"This matter has been confirmed to be related to Angel and 'Irene Watson'. If she is like Old Man said, she is indeed not 'Unaging'Demoness, then she should be performing the role of 'Witch'... Murder, misdirection, and some kind of religious performance are all symbols of 'Witch'?"
Leonard murmured, having an idea in his heart.
After the authorities deliberately reduced relevant reports in order to avoid panic, will the name "Witch" of East Borough plan a large-scale case like Angel, complete the performance in front of the public, and digest the last Potion?
On the Rhoside Islands, on the route between Bayam and Midway Island, the "Future" is sailing slowly.
"Admiral of Stars" Cattleya was still wearing the classical robe painted with various symbols and magic signs, with the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, and followed the hidden passage to the damp and dark bottom cabin.
As she continued to approach a door whose surface was densely covered with mycelium and seemed to be slowly changing shape and color in the candlelight, a calm yet slightly excited voice came to Pirate Admiral's ears:
"With your help, this experiment has made new progress. You see, this mushroom has a strong propensity to reproduce, which will give rise to some kind of autonomous foraging instinct, allowing it to exhibit some kind of carnivore behavior, such as hunting, or digesting proteins through chewing instead of secreting mucus to obtain nutrients!
"You don't have to worry. Whether it's roasted or cooked, the high temperature will completely inactivate it and it will not continue to multiply in the human stomach... Of course, if someone swallows it alive, the risk will become uncontrollable... Well, what do you think it tastes like?" Don't you eat them every day? Some are as crispy and salty as Dici Grilled Fish, and some are as juicy as steak. Yesterday, I also found a variety that stores milk inside, with a milk content of over 70%!
"In the last breeding, we have solved the problem of it accumulating toxins after devouring the meat of other creatures. As long as it is exposed to the sun Moon, its vitality will become extremely tenacious and it can self-Purification toxins... Next, I will solve the problem of its activity decreasing in pure darkness, Sharff, this will be hard on you again."
Hearing this, Cattleya opened the wooden door and walked into a slightly stuffy cabin with no portholes or vents.
In front of her eyes, a mushroom about as tall as she was standing firmly in the center of the room. Its huge cap was as white as snow and dotted with a few bright red spots, like human facial features. Spores of different sizes grew out of the fungus, and tentacle-like hyphae of varying thicknesses protruded from it, floating in the air.
In addition to this big mushroom, there are various small mushrooms scattered on the walls, floors and ceilings throughout the room. They are similar in shape to their "mother", white and red, with mycelium, but of different sizes, and are carefully hung with signs that read "Beef", "Grilled Fish", and "Wheat".
The cup of hot milk I drank in the morning couldn't have come from here...Cattleya Deep Purple's eyes behind the glasses were momentarily absent-minded, and then he looked at a figure kneeling next to the mushroom.
That was the "Artisan" Sharff she accepted from "Queen Mystic" last month from Bayam, because this person accidentally became the letter of "Primordial Moon" The descendant of the disciple Emperor Roselle cannot be exposed to the moonlight for a long time, so Cattleya entrusted him to his own First Mate, and Frank Lee as an assistant, asking him to stay in the bilge where the moonlight cannot shine as much as possible.
But at this time, Sharff's cheeks were thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were dull, as if he had been tired for a long time and lacked basic sleep and nutrition, which made Cattleya a little worried about his health.
"Frank, what's going on?"
She looked at another man wearing overalls with his shirt cuffs pulled down to his elbows and asked.
"Captain, my recent experiment schedule is a bit tight, and Sharff is also very enthusiastic. This has caused him to suffer from sleep deprivation, but I already have a solution," Frank said, pulling down a mushroom with a "Nutrient-Rich" sign from the wall. "Through this nutrient-rich mushroom, I can help him quickly regain his energy and physical strength. This will not only make him healthier, but also help the success rate of subsequent experiments."
"I don't want to eat... the mushrooms produced by this guy... yuck..."
Hearing his words, Sharff, who was sitting on his knees, suddenly trembled, muttering in a low voice, and vomited before he finished speaking.
"It doesn't matter. There are many creatures in nature that will eat their own offspring. This is not a taboo."
Frank comforted with a smile and handed the mushroom in his hand to Sharff.
"Okay, Frank, let's talk about these things later," Cattleya interrupted First Mate unbearably, "I came to you to ask you something: If given the opportunity, are you willing to accept the gift of a mysterious existence and become his believer? I cannot guarantee that he is absolutely safe and harmless, but I will bear any risk together."
"Will this gift be helpful to my experiment? If so, I agree."
Frank answered without hesitation, which made Cattleya, who had prepared a lot of rhetoric and prepared to deal with the other party's various questions, a little stunned.
"Wait a minute, what gift? Is it the same as 'Primordial Moon'? He's already like this, and you still want him to believe in some mysterious existence? You're crazy... You're all crazy!"
Sharff, who vomited a handful of acidic water, jumped up from the ground, stared at Cattleya with wide eyes, and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was looking at an evil god believer who was preaching, completely forgetting that he also believed in "Primordial Moon" and was one of them.
Suddenly, he squeezed Frank and Cattleya away and rushed towards the still open door, but the huge mushroom that was originally as quiet as a normal mushroom stretched out its thick mycelium and wrapped him around him. Fell short came back.
"Let me go! I'm going to get my Mystical Item. I'm going to blow up this ship and die with them... wuwu... ugh..."
Sharff yelled crazily and was pulled under the mushroom body in front of the two people. With the help of the mycelium, they stuck to it tightly and couldn't even speak.
This... I really need to consider the necessity of giving Frank the "Minor Arcana" card to make him believe in "Fool"... If Mr. Fool is interested in his research and gives him more power, I'm afraid my "Future" won't be able to live in anyone.
Looking at all this, Cattleya pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, feeling a little regretful about his decision.