Gehrman: Can I use divination?

Lorry got up and walked towards the bar.

Klein asked calmly, "You didn't address me as 'The World' just now because you didn't want to mention the Tarot Club in front of him?"

Fors nodded, biting the straw, and gulped down a mouthful of wine.

"Certainly.

"Although he is, well, my 'friend,' he is not a member of the Tarot Club, which is the most basic respect for Mr. Fool."

"The Blessed' are the Blessed,' Tarot Club ' is the Tarot Club

"Mr. World, you know other Blessed, would you really tell them about the Tarot Club if they didn't know?"

She seemed to be admonishing me to respect myself... Klein thought to himself, a strange feeling creeping over him. After a couple of seconds of silence, he shook his head and said:

"Won't."

Then, he silently added in his mind, "Because from beginning to end, Mr. Fool only had 'the World' as his true Blessed..."

"That settles it then?" Fors smiled, seeing that Lorry had already returned this way, and didn't continue the topic.

A moment later, the Attendant brought Klein the Southville Beer he had ordered. He picked up the glass, took two sips, and looked across at the other side:

When can we begin?

I'm in a hurry.

Fors thought for a moment and said:

"I'm going to the Washroom to wash my hands. I can come back anytime."

She had just ordered a few skewers of specialty grilled meat, and her hands were a little oily. Although it wouldn't affect her performance, it still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The Washroom ... Klein's heart skipped a beat. He glanced subtly at Lorry, who seemed engrossed in drinking, and nodded slightly.

"No problem."

Fors then left.

The two people diagonally opposite each other drank in silence.

"Ahem..." Klein cleared his throat, speaking casually, "I heard from Ms. Fors that you also believe in that great being?"

"A great being... well, he will be considered one in the future, but to say it like that now, have you no shame, Mr. Moretti. Great Klein Moretti?" Upon hearing this, Lorry chuckled, guessing that Klein might be trying to test him while they were alone, and cooperatively raised his head, saying:

"Yes.

"Even earlier than her."

Long before the "Magician" lady? How come I, the person directly involved, didn't know? Don't you "Marauder" feel any remorse for lying to people?

Klein almost couldn't stop his eyes from twitching slightly.

It's no exaggeration to say that if I weren't the "Fool" himself, I might have been fooled by the other person's sincerity and earnestness!

The "Flower Bow Tie" also gives me a similar feeling of trustworthiness... Could this be a characteristic of those with Beyonder Pathway, like "Marauder"?

Klein guessed this, silently noting down the possibility, intending to ask "Vice Admiral Iceberg" or Mr. Azik about it later.

Both of them had some understanding of this Pathway.

He exhaled silently and changed the subject:

"Where did you learn the Honorific Name of that great being?"

Lorry smiled and replied, "Mr. ' Fool,' you know, this is a little secret between Him and me."

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense... Do I know you? What do I know? And who the hell has a secret with you... Klein held his breath for a good ten seconds before he could barely keep his expression in check, then took a deep breath and completely gave up on trying to get information out of him.

Forget it, since it's clear this person has no malicious intent, there's no need to waste time. Which Beyonder doesn't have their own little secretaries...

Pshaw, privacy!

Besides, only someone with nothing better to do would waste time getting angry and trying to get information out of a guy who used to be a "Swindler"!

To be honest, they have the attitude; they answer all questions. But the problem is their nonsensical responses, blatant lies, making me feel like I'm being mocked...

Thinking of this, he silently raised his glass and continued drinking with his head down.

At noon on February 1, 1350, "The Fool" broke through his defenses once... Lorry smiled, took a sip of wine, and silently noted this down.

When it comes to the ability to observe details, "Marauder" are second to none.

"You two, are you serious? Didn't you chat or anything? You've been drinking silently for several minutes?" Fors sat down and glanced at the two men next to and across from her. She felt that even their posture was the same as when she left, and casually teased them.

Feeling like he was being relentlessly pursued, Klein almost had the urge to just walk away. After a silence of seven or eight seconds, he said in a deep, hoarse voice, "When can we begin?"

I'm in a hurry.

"Now." Fors towards Lorry with her lips, as if to say: This is just his personality, don't mind it.

Lorry stared at Fors's glistening lips, pausing for a couple of seconds.

... Will this ever end? Klein had accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, felt like he had been force-fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and a brief feeling of inexplicable heartache arose.

"Things..." Fors said reproachfully, her face slightly flushed.

Lorry hurriedly pulled out her props from her pocket and carefully explained the rules of the Trick. Klein secretly thought to himself, "Isn't it just 'Three Immortals Returning to Their Cave'..."

"Mr. Gehrman, if you can see through my methods, what will your reward be in Pound, or... that method?" Fors asked.

Pound... Lorry answered in his mind.

"Pound," Klein said in a deep voice.

Fors nodded, said no more, and picked up three white Ceramic Cup and a Small Ball of the same color, gesturing for the Tarot Club members opposite to inspect them.

After confirming there were no problems, she inverted the three Ceramic Cup, placed the Small Ball in the middle one, and began rapidly swapping their positions. (Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!)

Half a minute later, she coughed:

"Mr. Gehrman, guess which cup the Small Ball is in?"

Klein took a sip of his drink and said without hesitation:

"Middle."

"Are you sure?" Fors asked.

Lorry and she exchanged a glance, a slight smile playing on their lips, and Luo Rui picked up his glass to drink.

Klein glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye and frowned slightly.

He carefully recalled the process of the "Magician" changing the position of the cup, confirmed that his answer was correct, and nodded silently.

Fors smiled and lifted the lids of the Ceramic Cup one by one.

The Small Ball is in the cup on the left.

The Potion's name, "Trickmaster," is quite something... Klein was momentarily taken aback, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved. He considered letting the other person play another round, but then felt it wouldn't fit his character.

At this moment, Fors spoke up, "Would you like to come again, Mr. Gehrman?"

Klein put down his Southville Beer and nodded slightly.

Then Fors placed the Ceramic Cup on top and began changing its position again:

Which one?

"Right," Klein answered succinctly.

Fors smiled slightly, then abruptly lifted the middle cup, revealing a Small Ball: "Want another one, Mr. Gehrman?"

Klein remained silent for a few seconds, then glanced sideways at Lorry.

He suspected this guy was behind it.

Lorry shrugged, consciously moving further away, and then slowly sipped his wine with his hands fully exposed above the table.

"Which one?" Fors removed both hands from the Ceramic Cup.

Klein pondered for a moment, "Left."

This time, the Small Ball is in the Ceramic Cup on the right.

Fors: "Again?"

Klein nodded silently, then after half a minute. "Middle."

Fors lifts the Ceramic Cup on the left:

"Want to come again?"

As she spoke, she began to move.

Huff... Klein looked up at Fors: "Can you tell fortunes?"