Heaven and earth fell silent, with only the howling wind in the distance.
All that destruction and thunderous noise had been shut out by the projection's appearance, as though a tiny greenhouse had been carved out within a world filled with turmoil, firelight, thunder, and storms.
The instant the projection announced his identity.
Yet in such a solemn atmosphere, Huai Shi's shoulders could not help but tremble.
He turned his head away.
Then snorted with laughter.
Awkwardness was like a muffled fart—it always came out of nowhere. At that moment, even Alastair, or perhaps... The Fool, frowned slightly in confusion, unable to understand Huai Shi's reaction.
"Sorry, I just realized this had somehow crossed over with a story from the Present Realm in a weird way. Couldn't hold it in."
Huai Shi waved a hand. "Too bad Woodman died early. Otherwise, the Ashen Mist of Original Sin would've suited you pretty well... Anyway, never mind. Go on, go on. Are we about to skip ahead to giving me a codename and holding a meeting together?"
"If that is what you wish, we naturally would not refuse."
The Fool ignored the mockery in Huai Shi's words and instead replied with inexhaustible patience. "Among Alastair's current Golden Sequence, Death, The Hanged Man, and Judgment all possess extremely high compatibility with you. If you are willing to come, we are willing to yield our positions. With your talent, even a vital vacancy such as The Wheel of Fortune would be within your capabilities."
"Sounds like you've all started little departments inside Golden Dawn?"
Huai Shi could not help shaking his head. "What is this? An inner circle within an inner circle? Nesting dolls to this extent—do you get an extra ribbonfish at year-end?
Since you're being so generous, why not give up the