In short, the person involved, "The Fool," deeply regretted it now. Had he known, he would never have asked Qin Sheng to help inspect the bookmark.
"I should have asked Miss Justice for help. She's also the daughter of a great noble, and her status isn't low. Maybe she would have had a way." Klein sighed.
More importantly, Miss Justice's appearance fee was cheap!
Unfortunately, even though gods existed in this world, there was no medicine for regret.
The Lord of Mysteries was also known as the King of Space-Time, yet he still lacked the ability to reverse time and alter history. The underlying logic of this world simply did not support such actions.
For the first time, Klein felt that Tarot Club members being too efficient was not necessarily a good thing!
"Miss Justice still owes me five thousand pounds. If it comes to it, I can only transfer the debt—hm, money I've never seen doesn't count as money."
Klein felt that his heart hurt even more now than when he had first transmigrated and let his imagination run wild.
"I understand."
"The Fool's" calm voice sounded beside Qin Sheng's ear. He gave no further response, as though he did not care about any Blasphemy Card at all.
The Gray Fog before Qin Sheng's eyes vanished. He took one final look at the descriptions of the Black Emperor's ritual and abilities on the Blasphemy Card before putting it away.
"Establish a strict and complicated set of rules that nevertheless violates normal circumstances, and compel the populace to secretly build mausoleums resembling nine pyramids—
"As long as the mausoleums remain, the Black Emperor remains immortal. Even if the mausoleums are truly all destroyed, as long as some remnant of the established order remains, the Black Emperor still has a chance