Upon receiving the recognition, " The Sun " Derrick paused for two seconds, his initial shame fading, and said somewhat embarrassedly:
"I will investigate this matter further."
I'll try my best to make two more friends—no, one more—before the next Tarot Gathering... Derrick quickly set another goal in his mind.
Seeing this, Klein prompted "World" Gehrman Sparrow to speak in a low, hoarse voice:
"If it involves the realm of Death, you can consult me."
"And I can ask Mr. Azik..." he silently added to himself.
As for Frank Lee's new mushroom, he doesn't plan to hand it over to Little " The Sun " for the time being, because it's only a semi-finished product, and the final "fruit" is full of poison and madness.
"Thank you, Mr. 'World,' The Sun," Derrick replied gratefully.
After discussing other matters, the Tarot Club move into the "learning" phase, which will continue until the end.
Back in the real world, Klein immediately set about dealing with the Demigod " Marauder," but he found that his plan encountered problems right from the start:
He had no idea where to find Leonard Mitchell and the old man Parasitism his body!
Saint Samuel Cathedral? Leonard is most likely underground there, but I can't get in... He only goes to the church to pray once or twice a week, and the time isn't fixed. I can't possibly go three times a day, seven days a week, just to meet him once? What kind of ridiculous plot is this? Is this some kind of waiting game? Even if I did, it might not work. As the " Red Gloves," he might have already left Backlund... Klein complained while deeply regretting that he had focused too much on guiding the conversation and convincing Leonard Mitchell, forgetting to ask how to contact him.
I should have told Leonard then, "I'll tell Klein Moretti about my identity being exposed, and I'll pass on any messages he has to say," and used that as an excuse to arrange a private way to contact him... Klein slowly exhaled; this was the only option left.
That is, ask the " Magic Mirror "!
After drawing a symbol combining "voyeurism" and " Concealment " on the paper, Klein turned his gaze to the full-length mirror, where he saw shimmering water and emerging pale Loen language:
"Great, supreme, and noble master, your humble, lowly, and fearful servant Arrodes has come at your summons."
Before answering the question, I want to say:
"I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Klein raised an eyebrow and said:
Why the sudden admission of wrongdoing?
On the mirror, the pale Loen language Distortion and writhed, transforming into something new:
"In short, I was wrong..."
After a series of ellipses, the pale words trembled and took shape:
"Recently, quite a few people have been inquiring about you and have learned about your current reputation..."
So, the image of Dawn Dantès as a womanizer who's willing to accept anything as long as it's pretty has already spread, even Miss " Justice " knows? Luckily, my explanation was a public persona; more than one Blessed is Acting Dawn Dantès, a wide range of interests can totally explain it... Hey, look, this mirror is so scared it's turned pale... Klein seemed to understand, chuckled inwardly, and then said:
"It's your turn to ask a question."
On the full-length mirror, the words remained pale, forming new phrases:
Have you forgiven me?
"No, what I mean is, would you like to see how I perform afterward?"
This attitude... Klein clicked his tongue inwardly, but outwardly remained calm and said:
"Then you should try your best."
"Yes, great master!" On the mirror's surface, the pale words shone with a silvery light. "You summoned me here because you have questions to test me?"
Klein nodded:
"Yes.
Where will Leonard Mitchell stay for the next few days?
The silvery traces twisted and turned rapidly, forming new characters:
7 Pinster Street.
Beneath the words, the mirror-like surface rippled, creating a picture:
That was a row of houses with the house number 7, and that was a black-haired, green-eyed young man taking out his keys.
It's the same old place, nothing's changed... If I were to visit Leonard directly, it would tarnish his image of Dawn Dantès and lower his status... Should I send Emlyn White? Anyway, my poet friend should have already found out that this Vampire has a connection with Sherlock Moriarty, also known as Klein Moretti... The current problem is that the old man's stance is hard to determine... Without knowing his true purpose, giving him a big gift in his current state might not be appropriate, and could bring Leonard great danger... Since it doesn't involve me personally, going to the Gray Fog for Divination might not yield any effective insights... Klein's mind was wavering, and he considered changing his plans:
Rather than directly informing the old man inside Leonard about the existence of the " Marauder " Demigod, using the names of Pallez Zoroast or Amon to warn the target and keep him away from the neighborhood is a gentler and less risky approach!
Of course, that's assuming I don't expose myself... Klein pondered for a few seconds, then asked again:
Where is the Demigod beside Hibbert Macht hiding?
On the surface of the mirror, ripples of light spread out in layers, and the scene changed:
On a thick carpet embroidered with ornate patterns was a set of small leather sofas. On the surface of one of the single sofas was a cushion covered with dense, white fur. In the center of the cushion lay a gray mouse, whose eyes were closer to dark red than those of its kind.
A rat... That Demigod " Marauder " Parasitism a rat's body? And he's even sleeping brazenly in Hibbert's room, with that expensive-looking mat... Is it because I disrupted his plans that he had to become like this? Klein was first stunned, then almost laughed.
The scene settled, and a line of silvery-white words emerged:
"Great master, is there anything else you wish to command?"
Very perceptive... Klein hummed in agreement.
"Use the mirror in the room to warn the Demigod,"
"Tell him that a heartless ' Marauder ' is Angel through this area, and that the ' Blasphemer ' Amon could come at any moment."
"Yes, Master, I'll do it right away!" The words on the mirror shone brightly.
In Hibbert's bedroom, the gray mouse was suddenly struck by Spirit Intuition and stood up abruptly, casting its gaze upon the full-length mirror in the room.
On the surface of the full-length mirror, words that appeared to be written in still-warm blood stood out:
"Get away from this neighborhood!"
The gray mouse's gaze froze for a second, then it remained silent for a moment before saying:
"Why?"
The words, seemingly still flowing with blood, slowly dissolved, forming new characters:
"There is a ' Marauder ' pathway Angel lurking in the surrounding area that desperately needs replenishment. This pathway is the natural enemy of all High-Sequence. ' Blasphemer ' Amon is on his way."
I'm reminding you because I don't want them to benefit.
The gray mouse squeaked softly twice and asked in a hoarse voice:
Who exactly are you?
He was extremely frustrated at the moment, frustrated that the power he had accumulated was always being wasted. Otherwise, he could have used " Astrology " to check the situation.
The blood-red words on the full-length mirror, which had darkened at some point, suddenly disappeared, only to reappear abruptly, replaced by new content:
"I've already answered one of your questions. Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask one."
Immediately following, a new line of blood-red text appeared below:
"After hastily Parasitism the mouse's body, you should have been affected by its body structure and hormones. The object that now arouses your mating desire is:"
"Human female, human male, female mouse, male mouse, or, all of them?"
Please answer.
Just then, Hibbert opened the door a crack, and the gray rat inside, seemingly affected by something, didn't notice.
The door opened a little wider, Hibbert saw the Demigod who claimed to live in legend staring blankly into the mirror, seemingly mesmerized by his current appearance: a gray mouse.
Uh... Hibbert frowned slightly and subconsciously stopped Door Opening.
Then, she saw the gray rat tremble all over, its red eyes revealing a clear ferocity.
"Don't joke with me!" the gray rat growled in a low, hoarse voice.
He turned to leave the room, but an invisible shackle suddenly bound his rat-like body!
He wasn't afraid of such power when he was in good condition, but now, his accumulated strength had been depleted time and time again, most recently in a dream he received from the Beyonder bodyguard hired by Dawn Dantès.
Snap!
A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck the gray rat on the head.
Hibbert's eyes were first blinded by a bright white light, and she could not see anything else. Then her vision returned, and she found a gray mouse lying on the ground with its fur charred black, its four legs twitching.
P. S.: Updated first, revised later.