Klein paced back and forth a few times within the small firing range, pondering the Church of the Evernight Goddess's intentions regarding the " Seer " Sequence:
"They don't want the Nighthawks to choose this path, or rather, they don't want them to become powerful through it, so they only issued the Sequence 9 ' Seer,' which has a clear auxiliary effect? The captain also said that the Holy Cathedral might have subsequent recipes..."
"No, in the classified documents I've seen, they haven't even provided the names of the corresponding Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 Potion, only describing their combat characteristics... In other words, they don't want their subordinates to know that the higher-ups possess this information..."
"Could it be that all Nighthawks who choose this path could become the 'vengeful Evil Spirit ' of the Antigonus Family? Is that why the church leadership made such a decision, or is there another reason?"
For a moment, Klein was filled with suspicion and wariness towards the higher-ups of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and began to reconsider whether he should make a special application to openly become " The Clown."
"If there's some terrible secret hidden here, wouldn't I have jumped into a volcano? I'm not the kind of person who can easily accept a rigorous investigation..."
"However, the Tingen branch submitted the ' Clown ' formula. As members of the ' Seer ' group, knowing this, isn't it normal for them to want a promotion? Besides, Sequence 8 is still considered Low-Sequence, so it shouldn't attract too much attention..."
"The only problem is that I completely 'mastered' the Potion in just one month and submitted a special application. If the higher-ups know and understand the ' Acting Method,' they will immediately understand the key... Of course, my reasons are also sufficient. After all, I know the ' Spirit Medium ' Daly and am friends with the ' Mystery Pryer ' Old Neil, who strictly adheres to the maxims. Drawing inspiration from them and further perfecting the ' Acting Method ' is not too difficult to understand."
"Well, even Daly spent three years at the Sequence 7 ' Spirit Medium ' rank, showing signs of digestion, before truly entering the higher-ups' sights and being groomed as a future archbishop and high-ranking deacon... I certainly won't attract much attention at the ' Clown ' stage unless I digest the Potion within a few months, convincing them that I've truly mastered ' Acting Method '..."
"In other words, applying for the ' Clown ' Potion isn't too risky, so we can continue. But we need to be careful afterwards. Sigh, we can only take it one step at a time. I'll go home and do another Divination to decide."
Klein gathered his thoughts, took out the revolver from the holster under his arm, and performed his usual shooting practice and maintenance.
The pistol that came from his classmate Welch was of better quality than he had imagined, and it would likely last a long time, thanks in part to the gun maintenance methods he had learned from Dunn and Leonard.
"It's not a big deal if it breaks; these are supplies we can apply for." Klein glanced at the target, put away his revolver, and left the "shooting club."
He took a trackless public carriage back to No. 2 Daffodil Street. Before he even got close, he saw a young girl lingering at the door.
The girl, wearing a long blue dress adorned with beautiful lace and a hat with dangling fine tulle, was none other than Elizabeth, Melissa's classmate, with her adorable baby fat.
Upon noticing Klein approaching, she quickly went to meet him, took off her hat, and beamed with joy.
She paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and spoke:
Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.
"I bet you just got back from Ramde Town, right?"
"I'm sorry, I got back this morning..." Klein said with a smile.
"No, I came back from Zouteland Street."
"Hmm, that's a very honest answer..." he thought to himself with amusement.
Elizabeth paused for a moment, then said with a hint of excitement, "Well, I guessed Error. I came to see you today and waited here to tell you that I didn't have any more nightmares last night, and I didn't dream about that knight in full black armor! This is exactly what your Divination said!"
Of course, that Wraith was completely Purification by the Sealed Artifact "3-0782." Even I couldn't perform Spirit Channeling on the spot, let alone your dream... Klein chuckled and responded gently:
"I'm so glad you're free from your troubles, and I'm also happy with my Divination yesterday."
"Thank you, thank you again! Well, I must take my leave now, I have class this afternoon. Bye-bye, Mr. Moretti, I'll find time to visit Melissa ~" Elizabeth walked away briskly and got into a taxi nearby.
Watching the scenery slowly recede outside the carriage window, a smug smile crept onto her lips as she thought, " Melissa certainly doesn't know she has such an amazing brother..."
I feel like my explanation just now had no effect at all... Young girls always tend to believe their intuition and the facts they conjure up in their minds... Klein watched Elizabeth get into the car, shook his head, took out his keys, opened the door, and went back to his bedroom.
He took a short break and began to sort out and summarize the events of the previous week, including those that had not been resolved.
After completing this daily task, he burned the paper, took out his silver pocket watch, and snapped it open to take a look.
"Two-thirty? Wait another fifteen minutes..." Seeing that there was still time, Klein simply put on his oldest suit jacket and went to " Slin Bakery " on Iron Cross Street to buy a cup of sweet iced tea from Wendy. Wendy.
Sipping his beverage, he leisurely returned. At 2:45, he used his Spirituality to seal the bedroom and took four steps backward into the Gray Fog.
In the silent, ancient, and vast palace, Klein wrote new Divination verses on the materialized parchment:
"The ' Clown ' Potion should be obtained through the Nighthawks."
He put the pen down, untied the pendulum from his wrist, held it firmly in his left hand, and held the citrine pendant just before it touched the parchment.
After silently reciting it seven times, his eyes deepened, and the pendulum in his hand began to rotate slightly, clockwise.
The answer is yes, it should be... but the Sequence after " The Clown " is hard to say, I still need to seriously develop my Tarot Club... Klein carefully went through the matter again.
Then, he pressed his hand out of the air towards the deep red star that represented the " The Sun ".
He needed to summon the boy from City of Silver in advance to confirm whether he had leaked anything about the Gray Fog to the " Council of Six." If not, he would provide them with a better way to schedule the meeting.
Inside a room in the Berg family's house in the City of Silver.
Derrick sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting for the " The Fool's" summons.
In order to keep himself away from other people as much as possible, he simply didn't go out after his "return," and he had already eaten all the food in the room.
Enduring his hunger and listening to his rumbling stomach, Derrick felt like Living Corpse wandering in a dark wasteland, but he still didn't speak or get up.
Just then, he saw a deep red aura spreading in the void, which instantly engulfed him.
A gray, boundless, desolate, and silent world appeared before his eyes once more, and the Fool, seated at the head of the table and shrouded in thick fog, appeared before him once more.
Klein was pleased that the "summons" had been undisturbed and was certain that he had not received any signs of danger.
"' The Sun,' we meet again," he said with a smile in the Jotun.
Derrick was once again stunned by what had happened, and lowered his head, saying:
"You are a the Fool who keeps his word."
"The other members will have to wait a while. Let me confirm something with you first." Klein spoke in Loenese this time, but he didn't intend to let this mysterious space translate it into Jotun.
So, to Derrick's ears, the other person was still speaking in Jotun, and he asked in confusion:
"What is it?"
Well, now that I've gained a basic understanding of Jotun, the mysterious space above the Gray Fog can provide simultaneous translation of that language. That way, I don't have to worry about " Justice " and " The Hanged Man " not understanding " The Sun's" speech... Sigh, why does I, the big boss, have to be so tired... Klein reached up and pinched his temple, shaking his head and laughing:
"I allow you to pronounce my name, and remember the following titles."
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era, Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune."
Derrick's pupils contracted as he listened, but he dared not be distracted, silently repeating the words in his mind before seeking confirmation from the Fool.
"Every time you return to City of Silver from here, you need to recite my name in a brief ceremony... I will notify you in advance of the gatherings afterwards. You don't need to worry about it or avoid other people. Just complete the time alone within a thousand heartbeats after receiving my notification." Klein revealed the solution he had been considering for a long time.
This is essentially a response to a prayer.
Out of concern for the situation in City of Silver and to save time, Klein skipped the other steps of the ritual, since it was a plea to him anyway.
"A thousand heartbeats?" Derrick muttered to himself, not as if he were asking a question.
Klein then gave the other party a general overview of the Tarot Club, before taking out his silver pocket watch and snapping it on.
Derrick paused for a moment, instinctively staring at the strange object.
As three o'clock approached, Klein gestured with his hand toward the deep red star that symbolized " Justice " and " the Sun ".
Derrick watched the scene without blinking, seeing bursts of light erupt from the opposite side and the side, stretching out two blurry figures.
Audrey Hall looked around halfway, then suddenly froze, and then heard Mr. The Fool's ever-steady voice:
"This is the new member, nicknamed ' The Sun '."
"This is Miss ' Justice,' and this is Mr. ' The Hanged Man.'"
A new member? Audrey was first surprised, then filled with joy.
She was very happy to see Tarot Club grow and thrive, showing a strong sense of ownership.
Alger, the " The Hanged Man," frowned slightly, somewhat displeased that the Fool had suddenly brought in a new member.
They should at least have told us in advance... But Mr. The Fool, such a big shot, certainly wouldn't consider our feelings... He thought helplessly, and gave a brief greeting to " Justice " and " The Sun ".
During this brief period, Audrey entered " Spectator " mode, carefully examining the new member, " The Sun."
"He can't be that old... his body language suggests he's a bit nervous and uneasy... but he remains remarkably silent, giving off a, well, lone wolf vibe, yes, lone wolf feeling..." Audrey thought to herself as she looked at the Fool at the head of the bronze table.
She spoke with delight:
"Mr. The Fool, I have found two more pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
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