Above the Gray Fog.
Klein sat in the Fool's high-backed chair and extended his spirituality toward the Crimson Star representing Chariot, which was pulsing.
Mr. Chariot has been quite active lately. He only dealt with a low-ranking evil god a few days ago. What has he stirred up tonight?
In a relatively relaxed mood, Klein connected to the Crimson Star and immediately saw a scene. It appeared to be a hotel, its room brightly lit, allowing him to see a young, black-haired man praying. A photograph lay on the table beside him.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I am investigating a man whom I suspect was involved in the Great Smog Incident in Backlund. He is currently at Damir Port."
"I hope to obtain as much information about him as possible. I would like you to issue this commission to the members of the Tarot Club on my behalf. I will provide payment according to how detailed the information is, and I guarantee that it will be no less than a hundred pounds."
A man connected to the Backlund Smog Incident?
His relaxed mood vanished. Klein involuntarily straightened, his expression turning solemn. Chariot didn't mention his name. Is he worried about being detected through divination, or that mentioning it would alert him? Is this a high-ranking Beyonder of the Spectator Pathway?
His gaze naturally swept toward the photograph on the table. He enlarged the image, and a man came into view.
It was a middle-aged man with dark golden hair and one blind eye. His remaining eye was a blue so deep it was almost black. His nose was prominent, and his tightly pressed lips gave him