Upon seeing this scene, Katarina's body involuntarily took a step back, her mind going blank.
Two seconds later, her mouth opened on its own, and a male voice came out:
"Hey, little crow."
Before the young man opposite could respond, " Katarina " laughed to herself:
"Only a few clones came? Aren't you underestimating me?"
"Are you the postman, delivering some extraordinary materials to me?"
"Speak, what do you want to cooperate on? I don't hate you too much. After all, what happened back then was orchestrated by that paranoid maniac, and the mastermind was Alista Tudor. You were just an accomplice."
The man opposite him caught the rusty and bloodstained crown, straightened up, shook his head and laughed:
"The moment I heard your voice, I started to lose interest in cooperating. How about this, have Sauron and Einhorn come out and talk to me."
"Tsk tsk, after all these years, you're still as willful as a child. Do you even remember who held you when you were a baby? Who burned your hair?" The Evil Spirit " Red Angel " mocked without backing down.
The young man opposite adjusted his monocle with his free hand, turned around calmly, and walked towards the door without hesitation.
During this process, He murmured a sigh:
"Childish."
Seeing that Amon truly had no intention of staying, " Red Angel " remained silent for a few seconds. Before he left the room, Manipulation Katarina's body and uttered a soft "Hey!"
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, but that's okay. Since you and that fanatic have different ideas about completing the Lord, there's room for cooperation."
Amon stopped and turned halfway around to look at the " White Witch " Katarina, who was possessed by the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit.
A slight glint seemed to flash in his right monocle.
Inside a bar in Awwa County, a city undergoing post-war reconstruction, bearing many signs of fire.
" Toby, did you add too much damn water to this beer?" A man wearing a worn-out baseball cap took the glass, took a sip, and couldn't help but complain.
The owner, who was also acting as the bartender, wiped the glasses while humming a snort:
"Remember the Prohibition era? Orich, you're lucky you even have alcohol to drink!"
The burly man, nicknamed Orich, muttered a few words, then stopped talking and focused on drinking his beer.
The man next to him, with his sleeves rolled up and a bronze complexion, looked up and glanced around before saying:
"I've heard that the prohibition will be lifted soon, because Feynapotter's grain will be delivered soon, and also, Feysac and Intis will compensate with a large amount of grain!"
"All I can say is, I hope so, may God protect us." Just as Toby, the bar owner, responded, the sound of the door opening filled the air.
He looked up and saw a young man who appeared to be a wandering Magician walk in.
The man, dressed in a black robe and wearing a more classic top hat, walked to the bar and sat down on a high stool.
"A glass of Southville beer." The man held out several copper pennies.
The burly man named Orich glanced at the stranger and asked with a hint of curiosity:
"Are you from out of town? A Magician?"
The young man, whose appearance was unremarkable and easily forgotten, chuckled and said:
"Yes, my best magic trick is to grant people's Wishes."
Orich immediately whistled:
What did I hear?
"Fulfill people's Wishes!"
"Lord, there's a charlatan here!"
Such a joke immediately drew laughter from those around them.
The young man who claimed to be Magician wasn't angry at all, and smiled as he said:
"That was just a special magic trick."
Orich gulped down a beer and laughed loudly:
"Then grant me one Wishes: have this stingy boss buy me a beer."
"Alright." The young man in the black robe raised his right hand and tapped it lightly on the table.
With a thud, bar owner Toby poured a beer, pushed it in front of Orich, then withdrew his hand and repeated the action of wiping the glass.
This scene seemed familiar, causing Orich to freeze for a moment, and he called out somewhat blankly:
" Toby, do you know him?"
"Don't know him." Boss Toby glanced at Orich as if he were an idiot.
"..." Orich raised his glass uncertainly, took a careful sip, and tested Toby's willingness to let him pay.
Seeing that the bar owner was no longer paying attention to him, the burly man turned his head in surprise and looked at the young man in the black robe and top hat:
How did you do that?
"I already told you, it's a special magic trick." The young man casually took a sip of his Southville beer.
As Orich remained bewildered, the man next to him, who had rolled up his sleeves, chuckled and said:
"I bet you and Toby had already planned this out. Your banging on the table meant you were paying for the beer."
"You can make another Wishes," the wandering Magician replied nonchalantly.
"My brother's and my home was destroyed in a previous bombing and is being rebuilt. My Wishes is that it will be back to normal before I return," the man with his sleeves rolled up said with a hint of pride.
This is no easy task.
The wandering Magician raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and then said with a smile:
"Alright, your Wishes has been granted."
The people watching in the bar burst into laughter, no longer paying attention to the stranger and his clumsy magic show.
After finishing their drinks, the man with his sleeves rolled up and Orich left the bar, drunk, and walked towards the streets near the suburbs.
Fifteen minutes later, they returned to the vicinity of their home, which was being rebuilt, and prepared to crawl into the tents provided by the government.
Just then, a cool breeze blew by, making them all shiver at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, a well-preserved two-story building came into view. It was a house they were very familiar with, the one they had built with their savings over many years.
Orich and his brother instinctively turned their heads to look at each other, and saw the same bewilderment in each other's eyes.
"I didn't drink that much... That damn Toby diluted the drink with so much water!" Orich muttered, sounding like he was hallucinating from drunkenness.
His brother didn't respond. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he suddenly took off running towards the house, touching the walls and the door.
"Really, really..." he kept muttering to himself, like a madman.
Orich did the same, finally confirming that his house, which was being rebuilt, had been restored to its original state, which surprised, delighted, and frightened him all at once.
Just then, his brother suddenly spoke up:
"My Wishes has come true, that Magician, that Magician..."
Before he could finish speaking, he turned around and ran, sprinting towards the bar he had just left. Orich realized what was happening and followed closely behind.
Bang!
They pushed open the bar door and rushed inside, their eyes immediately fixed on the bar counter.
However, the wandering Magician in the black robe and top hat was nowhere to be seen; he had left sometime earlier.
Orich and his brother looked around, feeling both relieved and as if they had lost something.
In the city square, the young, wandering Magician was squatting in front of a little girl who looked to be about ten years old.
"My magic trick is to grant you one Wishes," he said, glancing sideways at the Evernight church not far away.
The little girl had run away from the night mass; she seemed to prefer the empty square.
She thought for a moment, then looked at the gentle Magician opposite her and said:
"My Wishes is to bring my father, uncle, and brother back to life; I don't want their compensation..."
The wandering Magician didn't respond; his gaze suddenly became deep and fixed on the little girl in front of him.
The little girl twitched her lips and forced a smile:
"I was just joking. My mother said that even the gods couldn't grant such Wishes..."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and looked at her toes:
"I just want, I want Daddy to hug me one more time..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly noticed a shadow in front of her and instinctively looked up to the side.
There stood a Loen soldier in a red shirt and white trousers. He wasn't carrying a gun, but had a hearty smile on his face. As always, he bent over and opened his arms.
"Daddy..." The little girl suddenly lunged forward, throwing herself into that warm embrace, "I missed you so much..."
At that moment, the wandering young Magician adjusted his top hat, straightened up, and walked towards the exit of the square.
His black robe swayed gently in the night breeze across the empty square.
Monday arrived in the blink of an eye. Inside the ancient palace above the Gray Fog, the members of the Tarot Club appeared simultaneously and greeted Mr. The Fool in unison.
Klein looked around and suddenly felt a pang of emotion:
" The Hanged Man " is now a cardinal of the Church of Storms, in charge of the diocese of the Rorsted Archipelago; " Justice," although temporarily out of contact with the Psychology Alchemists, is now qualified to become a member of the council; " The Sun " is an elder of the " Council of Six " of City of Silver; " The Moon " is Sanguine Count; " The Star " is a high-ranking deacon of the Church of Evernight, the " Nighthawks "; and " The Hermit " is a hidden king on the high seas, one of the ten Pillar of the Moss Ascetic Order.
Apart from " The Magician " and " Judgement," who are only at Sequence 5, the rest of the Tarot Club members are already Demigod, high-ranking members of different forces in the mystical world.
With the support of the Abraham Family, the " Magician " has a strong chance of advancing to the Sequence 4, " Secrets Sorcerer," within the year.
In other words, the most difficult thing to improve her strength right now is " Judgement ". She is only one of the middle and high-ranking members of Military Intelligence Section 9, and it will be very difficult for her to become Demigod.
The Fool Klein, shrouded in a grayish-white mist, quickly averted his gaze, inwardly chuckling to himself:
Finally, it's starting to look like a high-class Concealment organization... but it still gives me the feeling that this is a meeting of various powerful factions...
He then nodded slightly to the members of the Tarot Club and said:
"Let's begin."
P. S.: Updated first, revised later.