章 5: chapter 5
Chapter 16 Comparison
Klein didn't even know how he left the Blackthorn Security Company.
Dunn's words seemed to have penetrated into his brain, like a detonator, detonating the reality he had been avoiding for the past few days.
"Actually, Captain, they are a little anxious." Leonard casually brushed away the wind-blown hair and snapped his fingers in front of Klein.
He ignored the protests of his "cohabitants" and enthusiastically extended a helping hand to the confused college students.
"You weren't supposed to have any interaction with Feifan, but you showed excellent talent. To be honest, if it weren't for you yesterday, we might have killed a few people before we could deal with that monster. You helped us a lot. ."
Klein, who was counting the stone tiles on the ground, slowed down and said in a heavy nasal voice:
"I thought I was already a member of the Nighthawks."
Leonard, who was drafting the next sentence, couldn't help but choked, and his movements of stroking his hair were no longer cool. His loose poet temperament was only left with embarrassment for a moment.
"Of course I'm not saying that you are not a member of the 'Nighthawks'. What I mean is..." He thought for a moment, "Actually, joining the 'Nighthawks' generally requires team members to complete an action independently. You are skipping You have taken this step, but your performance yesterday has proven that you are a trustworthy companion."
"Captain, what he told you today, ah, is he old? Please understand, but Archbishop Chanis's words are indeed the most straightforward portrayal of the extraordinary world..."
Leonard's voice became smaller and smaller. He glanced at Klein, who was bowing his head in silence, and suddenly spoke his true thoughts at a very fast speed, giving up on himself.
"Actually, I was observing you until just now."
"Why?" Klein stopped.
Leonard did not dare to look into Klein's eyes and took a few deep breaths, "Because I also have my own secrets and I am also special."
He suddenly spoke faster, "My special ability told me that you have a very strange connection. This connection may be related to the Southern Continent. When the monster rushed towards you in the cemetery yesterday, its behavior verified my thoughts."
The "Midnight Poet", who is not good at spirituality, did not realize that there was a subtle change in the expression of the "Magician", and he continued to talk to himself.
"But now that I think about it, maybe I am too narrow-minded. Really, who doesn't have some secrets? The opportunity for you to become extraordinary is so outrageous. Even if you leave some strange things behind, it is normal. Anyway, you have passed the review of the Holy Church. ...."
Leonard suddenly turned around and opened his mouth. A serious expression appeared on his face that always showed a casual look, which seemed a bit inconsistent.
"Klein, what I mean is that the impact of that accident on you may be more than that...you, be careful."
Klein's hands behind his back froze.
He and Leonard are not familiar with each other, and so far they only regard each other as a companion who is good at providing happiness to everyone, nothing more.
He didn't expect to get relief from Leonard - and Leonard's words just now did inadvertently point him in a new direction.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Leonard saw that Klein hadn't spoken for a long time, so he misunderstood. "I just want to tell you as a person who has been exposed to the extraordinary earlier, the dangers that the extraordinary may bring to you. It's funny to say that my sequence is not as high as yours..."
"No," Klein calmed down from his previous contemplation and replied with a measured tone, "Every gain must come with a price. You and the captain, as well as everyone in the company, just used their own ways to help me see the possibilities in advance. The price of encounter."
From the first moment he opened his eyes, he had been in a state of extreme tension. Whether he was facing the scrutiny of the church or the "mysterious god" who claimed to have given up his authority and just wanted to die, the situation was further deepened. Due to his nervousness, even when facing his actual relatives, he could not calmly accept the selfless love of Benson and Melissa, as if poor Klein Moretti was still alive and could look for him at any time. It's like he's asking for his life.
Fei Fei brought him nothing to be happy about, only fear of the unknown.
"I think I may need some time to digest it and adjust my mentality." Klein said in a negotiating tone.
"No problem, I think the captain will agree." Leonard took note of this matter carefully and prepared to report to the captain when he returned.
Klein nodded and headed back towards Narcissus Road. After walking a few steps, he followed the sound behind him and turned his head to ask a sincere question.
"So you agreed to ask for leave for me, right?"
...
"Who gave them a break!"
A figure covered in mud and cannon fodder jumped up from his trench and hugged the machine gun that was about to collapse.
The new cylindrical weapon was mounted on a low wall. The overheated barrel was steaming, burning the dragon scales on the soldiers' hands.
The soldier who had just been promoted to "Psychiatrist" straightened his machine gun with a ferocious expression. His fierce eyes were fixed in the gap between the roadblock and the barbed wire. Every time he saw a corpse, he got up and pulled the trigger. His golden vertical pupils flashed. With cold light.
Explosions, smoke, flames, everything on the battlefield seems to be alive, roaring in different forms. You can hear the screams of despair, the soldiers roaring furiously, and extraordinary power descending on the fortresses and positions. A loud bang that crushes life.
Facing the increasingly anxious war, the grassroots officers on both sides are doing their best to use extraordinary power to make up for the gap that cannot be stopped by manpower. Majestic orders and ear-piercing screams come one after another. The flaming spears of the "hunters" almost cover the sky. , the "psychiatrist" was dumbfounded by the almost miraculous saturated coverage. He couldn't help but make the sign of the cross on his chest, praying to the Creator to take him out of this purgatory.
He wanted to close his eyes, but the extraordinary knowledge in the "Psychiatrist" trait told him that allowing the fear caused by ignorance to rage in his mind would only accelerate his slide into loss of control, so he could only show his eyes in a flinch. , peeking through the gaps in the earth wall is an art that only belongs to the "hunters".
In the sky woven with flames, his unfamiliar comrades uniformly attacked the same target. Under the will of the leader, the various faces were diluted, lost their names, and lost their meaning. Everyone was laughing, Participate in the concrete attack under the link of the fog of war, some of them crush the arms of the "revenant souls", some of them crush the thighs of the undead, and some of them laugh wildly in the face of the cursed head.
This is just the "War Bishop"!
The reinforcements of just two hundred men easily reversed the situation on the battlefield, advancing the front line that had been anxious for nearly two days without moving for three hundred meters. Moreover, the more powerful "Weather Warlock" had not yet arrived, and was leisurely floating on the battlefield at this time. Outside, looking down at the enemy's movements, they seemed to be waiting for something.
The "psychiatrist" wiped his face that was stained by cannon fodder, looked around, and saw that other comrades had already poked their heads out of the trenches, so he couldn't help but let go of the hot machine gun.
He suddenly remembered the original owner of the machine gun, frowned, and pretended to insult the coward who was huddled silently beside him.
"You..." "Psychiatrist" couldn't stop scolding him before he started.
In the trench covered with broken bullet casings, the soldier huddled up in a ball had lost half of his head. Looking at parts of his body that had been deformed by flesh and blood, the "psychiatrist" easily used his own experience to deduce that he had just become an extraordinary person. Not long after, he might have just received a subsidy from the church, and then he died here without even having a chance to worry about losing control or worrying about how to digest the potion.
"Rest..." The "psychiatrist" took a long breath and covered the soldier's body with a sack used to hold ammunition.
The scorching heat wave hit his face, and the "psychiatrist" who was about to express a few words couldn't help but change his face. As soon as he turned his head halfway, his body was driven by a crazy screaming spiritual intuition, and his hands locked his chin.
Can't see, can't see, can't see!
It will kill you to watch... The "psychiatrist" was covered in cold sweat, and warm water flowed from his crotch, making the color of the land darker. He trembled and lowered his head, and once again praised the Creator crazily.
The "Weather Warlock", whose body was half-immersed in the fog, stepped over. His body made of flames carried huge amounts of heat. He himself was a symbol of disaster and the flag of the battlefield, dragging the newly cooled front line into the furnace again.
As the "Weather Warlock" entered the battlefield, the sky that was originally dominated by flames instantly fell to one side, taking the initiative to make room for the "Rose School" troops who continued to be suppressed. Chaotic weather followed closely behind, or hail, Or a thunderstorm, or more of a thick milky white fog, pouring down to cover one's own positions, bringing a glimmer of hope to the friendly troops huddled in the trenches.
Evel Medici looked at the "undead" who used the small "underworld" he contained as a medium to summon strong reinforcements. He watched the half-human, half-snake body falling from the sky, and his pale and inorganic hands tore apart the door and dragged it. Coming to reality with his body, he touched the air silently.
The gravityless spirituality quickly heated up, and the underlying rules of the entire battlefield were grasped by the commander of the "Red of War" here. The flames formed a wall and surrounded the plain where the two sides faced off.
He looked at the giant puppet that was about to crawl out of the door, and suddenly snorted coldly, with the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably.
The illusory wall of fire was shaped by the temporarily added information of the underlying rules. Countless flaming swords pointed at the gate of the underworld. Ignoring the temperature of the flames, blue-purple butterflies peeled off piece by piece from the edge of the sword closest to Ivel, entangled with each other. Flying and weaving into human shapes.
The angel of the "God of Mysteries", Edmund Jason, made no secret of his disgust for "ancient evil things". He raised his arms flatly and made a hug. Aiweier glanced at this "virtuous man" from the corner of his eye. "The person" made the same action almost simultaneously.
Dozens of flaming swords intertwined with each other under the control of the two angels, sealing the sky and the spiritual world, and then crashed into the gate of the underworld at extremely high speeds.
The smoke clouds produced by the collision of flames dyed the sky black, and the long sword disintegrated in the destruction. Blue-purple butterflies flew out from it, flapping their wings and picking up the pollution scattered in the air. They lined up in an orderly manner and flew towards Shi The magician, on the hell-like battlefield of the world, weaves a Milky Way flowing through the day.
"The materials that Antigonus and the others used to build the new city were all used up this time." Edmund looked at his feet, feeling a little regretful.
"Waste utilization..." Different from Edmund's focus, Aiweier is more concerned about the casualties of the troops and how much pension money needs to be spent.
He eagerly drove his subordinates in the spiritual link to confirm the battle situation on the ground and collect the loot, as if he was afraid that the dead body would jump up and escape with the loot.
"Have you heard the Lord's news?" Edmund asked seemingly unintentionally.
"I heard that it was said that the little worm from the Zarath family was responsible, and it would be difficult for others to help." Awell continued to count the casualties without raising his head, pointing his fingers.
"You don't have any ideas?"
"I'm only responsible for fighting."
Edmund, who was a little annoyed by the lackluster answer, frowned slightly, and then smiled maliciously.
"Forget it, children don't understand anything. I'll find a chance to ask His Highness Medici."
"Jason, what do you mean?" Aiweier was hit by this childish provocation, his anger index soared, and his long red hair exploded into a hedgehog, "You are at most twenty years older than me, don't keep picking on me. Father is suppressing me. The Lord's meaning is very clear. He understands your concerns about the 'God of Mysteries', so he will act naturally when it is time to act. That Lord is not a softie like the Seven Gods!"
"It's been two days since Ulman City arrived here. Don't you have anything else to talk about?"
"I am..."
Phew... The smile on Edmund's face became even brighter, he sighed with a smile, clapped his hands and said:
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, little princess of the Medici family..."
The flaming giant sword pierced the sky, causing the soldiers who were gathering their trophies on the ground to look above their heads, but soon they returned to the task at hand. UU readingｗww.uukａnshu.net
There is nothing to see, that is the business of your Highnesses.
Angels also have a human side... This is common sense to most people in the Second Empire of Trunsoest. They spend their free time praying to the Lord on weekdays and praising the angels who often walk on the earth. This concept has been integrated into the prayer.
There is nothing wrong with this. If I have to make some fault, perhaps it is just that the humanity of angels has become extremely abundant, just like now.
...
"Congratulations to everyone, you are one step closer to the Lord."
On the high platform in front of the temple, the Pope of the Church of Storms, Gad II, held his scepter high, and the low sound that rolled away, set off by the thunderous musical instruments, brought fear to everyone crawling in the square.
Alger, who was at the end of the queue, was trembling all over. He felt a strong hand pressing down on his neck, which stopped him from looking up at the angel.
Today is the day for the unified promotion of church members who have digested the potion. It coincides with the formal commissioning of Roen's armored fleet. The top leaders of the Church of Storms and the royal family hit it off and launched this redistribution project with the intervention of Storm Pope Gad II. Loen sea power, a gathering to expand the interests of the royal family and the church.
"...Under the care of the God of Storms, the ironclad ship will walk with the wind and wipe out the evil spirits entrenched in the corners of the ocean..."
His Majesty the Pope was preaching meaningless political speeches. Alger, who was lying on the ground without any thoughts, just stared at the gray-white floor tiles under him. For no reason, he thought of the Fool who was sitting in the hall that day, the "God of Mysteries". ".
His blue eyes turned around, and suddenly he felt that the Pope's loud voice was no longer so terrifying.
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Chapter 17 Divination
"Inspector Moretti, is there anything else?"
In the cold morgue, two corpses covered with white cloth lay side by side on the iron bed. The liquid leaking from the bones dyed the shroud yellow and red. Judging from the folds and undulations of the white cloth, this Both corpses seemed to be missing some body tissue, their limbs were incomplete, and even their heads had obvious depressions.
"Thank you," Klein was silent for a long time. The corners of his stiff mouth turned up slightly, and he imitated Dunn's tone and said, "Have you notified their families?"
"Ms. Naya's family members came to the bureau earlier. As for Mr. Welch, his family members are out of town..." The forensic doctor in charge of managing the morgue smiled coquettishly.
The police had no direct contact method and needed to communicate with the Conston City police station first, which meant that it wasn't too late... Klein understood the other party's difficulties and did not deliberately make things difficult.
"Excuse me, please be sure to notify his family."
As he spoke, he glanced at the two corpses lying on the iron plate. The slightly raised corners of his mouth quickly calmed down and he pursed his lips.
"There's nothing else to do. Please let me know when the funeral date is confirmed."
"certainly."
Accompanied by the forensic examiner, Klein walked out of the police station. When he passed through the lobby of the police station, the sharp contrast between the bright silver six-pointed star on his shoulder and the bookish young face attracted many police officers to look at him.
Klein couldn't help but speed up his pace with his curious and probing eyes. He didn't even have time to thank the accompanying forensic doctor again and quickly walked out of the police station as if he was running away.
There was obvious dust in the air in Tingen in the morning, which cast a dark filter over the entire city. Klein breathed in the somewhat pungent air and suddenly felt a little confused.
After saying goodbye to Leonard yesterday, he first returned to Narcissus Street, sat alone in the living room and waited until Melissa and Benson got up, and then went out after breakfast.
Although Melissa wanted to ask why Klein stayed out all night yesterday, she suppressed the question when she saw her brother's empty eyes. She just told him to take rest while working.
"Melissa seems to have mentioned that her classmates invited her to a party this weekend." Klein patted his head and suddenly had a direction for his next goal on today's trip.
At the dinner table today, she heard Melissa mention that her classmate was an avid occult enthusiast who often went to places like fortune telling clubs and even learned astrolabe divination.
Naya has a few friends who study occultism. When she and Welch were studying history, they seemed to have mentioned the Soothsayer Club... The vague memories in her body gradually became clearer, and Klein recognized the street signs. , his moving eyes stopped on the waiting sign for the tram.
The club wasn't far from Welch's home.
...
"Sir, your last name is really special." The lady behind the front desk has brown hair in a bun. She looks mature and elegant. It is difficult to judge her age from her appearance. Her smile is very friendly.
"My ancestors are not Loen people. In my hometown, my last name is actually not special."
The gentleman who was leaning on the front desk to sign the name smiled slightly, counted out a few coins familiarly, and paid the rent for the divination room he had just rented.
"Praise the goddess, I wish you good luck, Miss." He clicked four times on his chest. Whether it was his manners or the smile on his face, they were all perfect, and he looked very good at pleasing women.
The gentleman picked up the cane placed aside, gently raised his hat, said goodbye to the lady behind the front desk, and walked quickly to the stairs, just passing by a guest who was about to go upstairs.
Um?
Klein, who was going upstairs, suddenly stopped. He felt that the gentleman he had just passed by gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but it was difficult to tell the source of this familiarity.
Could he be an acquaintance of Klein Moretti?
His eyes stayed on the gentleman for a second or two, but soon he realized that such behavior seemed a bit rude to the conservative Loen, and took another step.
It shouldn't be someone "I" knew before, otherwise I wouldn't just feel familiar and have no specific impression... He touched his chin, put away his sourceless doubts, and moved in front of the beautiful lady in charge of reception.
"Sir, do you want to do divination, or do you want to join our club?" the lady with brown hair smiled.
"What's the price for divination?" Klein noticed that the brown-haired woman had a hard-covered roster with "Member List" written on it.
"The price of divination is related to the fortune teller you choose. Our fortune tellers have professional teachers and some members are also part-time. Depending on the person you choose, the corresponding price will be different." The brown-haired lady familiarly introduced the club's fortune telling. Charging standards, he spread out the roster at hand, "For example, Mr. Heinus Vansant, he is a famous diviner in Tingen and our tutor here. He is familiar with various divination methods, and the price is also more expensive. He needs four Soule."
Klein glanced at where the lady was pointing and said without thinking:
"What about the other soothsayers?"
"There are also Mr. Brenton and Miss Vina. They are also excellent diviners, but their qualifications and feedback are not as good as Mr. Vanersen." The brown-haired lady turned a page and smiled mysteriously, "But According to students who have taught Mr. Brenton, his divination has a more mysterious atmosphere, and although it often does not give too detailed results, it is very accurate."
"Both he and Mademoiselle Vina only need two soles."
Not giving too detailed results, but they are all accurate... Klein chewed on the brown-haired lady's words, smiled and nodded.
Isn't this similar to the fake fortune teller downstairs in my house, who likes to use some vague images and broad questions to trick customers, and then gives answers. It is not so much divination, but more about using psychology to dig out customer information bit by bit. .
Alas, I asked him to calculate it once before I performed the transfer ceremony, and the result said nothing to me. This was my chance to improve myself and transcend social classes. It was the auspicious sign of a carp leaping over the dragon gate... Klein clicked on the roster. The fingers on his hand trembled.
It seems that in a sense, the guy was right.
"Also..." He instinctively wanted to skip Mr. Brenton, who was recommended by the brown-haired lady, "Also, I would like to ask why this place is called the Soothsayer Club and not the Soothsayer. I saw just now When you introduced me, you always used the title of fortune teller."
I don't know if Brenton's description triggered Klein's association, but he suddenly changed the topic.
Upon hearing this question, the brown-haired lady's smile was a little stiff, but she still patiently explained:
"Because it will look more professional."
She was silent for two seconds, and then continued: "Actually, Mr. Vanassen also mentioned a similar problem. He said that his level is not enough to be called a soothsayer compared to Intis and the active wandering fortune-tellers at sea. Fortune teller, but Mr. Brunton and the owner of the club both believed that this would be more conducive to attracting more friends who like fortune telling to join, so they did not name it after Fortune Teller."
"Intis and the wandering soothsayers active on the sea?" Klein asked with a certain degree of curiosity.
"Don't you know?" The brown-haired lady covered the roster with her hands, "In fact, in the circus that comes to Tingen every autumn to perform, they have a gentleman who can truly be called a fortune teller. Even Vanner Mr. Sen is very impressed."
circus? Klein became even more confused.
The real fortune tellers in the circus, why does this sound so familiar? "Foreteller", "Clown", and "Magician", aren't Sequence Nine to Sequence Seven of the "Soothsayer" path the three giants of the circus?
It's impossible, this is too ridiculous... Klein shook his head slightly.
If it is true as he thinks, the circus that comes to Tingen every year is composed of extraordinary people of the "divineer" path, and the "divineer" happens to be the path mastered by the True Creator Church in the Southern Continent. The three major churches in Tingen How could the Extraordinary allow them to perform for so many years?
Klein remembered that he had seen a similar performance when he was a child. Except that the tricks performed were more novel, there was nothing special about it.
"Sir, do you need to see any other soothsayers?"
The calm voice of the brown-haired lady sounded softly. Klein looked around and landed on the roster.
"I choose Mr. Brenton in the hope that he can answer my questions."
"Okay, two soles." The brown-haired lady neatly collected the fee, stood up, and led Klein into the door next to the reception hall.
There is a corridor that is not too long, and at the end is a closed conference room, which seems to be in use. On both sides of the conference room, there are several rooms of different sizes, which are said to be based on the metals corresponding to different gods and commonly used in divination. Several mediums arranged for inspiration.
"What are your beliefs?"
The brown-haired woman asked when she was still two rooms away from the conference room.
"I believe in the goddess." Klein replied with a smile and skillfully drew a crimson moon pattern on his chest.
"Praise the goddess." The brown-haired lady's smile became closer. "You, like Mr. Morcerf just now, have good qualities that the goddess appreciates."
"Mr. Morseff?" Klein nodded and suddenly realized, "The gentleman who left before me."
"Yes, he is probably a foreign immigrant, so his last name sounds a bit special." The brown-haired lady responded briskly, then motioned for Klein to wait where he was, and walked into a room next to the conference room.
Morseff, such a familiar surname... Klein blinked. With the Extraordinary's powerful memory and the "Joker's" sensitivity to movements and facial expressions, he quickly restored the image of a gentleman with only one side.
It's a French surname, one of the enemies of the Count of Monte Cristo... Klein didn't find any clues from the "portrait" of Mr. Morcerf in his mind, but he just found it a bit interesting.
Not to mention the influence brought by Emperor Roselle... He irresponsibly thought of the Emperor who was suspected of being a fellow countryman. After all, the surname Morcer was originally forged by Fernan to conceal his background as a fisherman. It's a fake surname, just in case Roselle, a meme-loving maniac, might use it.
"Mr. Moretti, Mr. Brenton is already waiting for you in the Citrine Room."
The brown-haired lady walked out of a room with a yellow tag hanging on the door and pointed behind her.
"Okay." Klein smiled again, knocked on the door, and then walked into the room.
This is a room with closed curtains and dim light. Mr. Brenton is sitting at a small round table in the middle of the room. In front of him are pendulums, compasses, mirrors and other items used in divination.
He stood up with a kind smile, and there were a few wrinkles on his forehead with a slightly receding hairline. He looked like he was in his forties.
"I'm glad you can trust me to divine for you."
"I'm honored too." Klein silently turned on his spiritual vision and looked at the gentleman in front of him, who had no strange halo flickering on his body and the colors of the spirit body corresponding to each organ were normal. He nodded and smiled back.
They sat on both sides of the round table. Brenton took out another stack of tarot cards from his pocket before continuing.
"I just made my old tarot cards wet for fortune-telling with the last gentleman. I hope you don't mind if I use the new cards to fortune-tell for you."
"What's the difference?" Klein glanced at the white tower at the top of the card pile.
"Many people are superstitious that the fortune teller's cards should always be old. The old cards look more mysterious and can reveal the veil of fate better. Of course, there is actually no difference."
"I don't care about the psychological effects. I just want to divine the future direction." Klein said calmly.
"Very good, then we can skip the pendulum and astrolabe." Brenton picked up the tarot cards on the table with familiarity and spoke in a very soft voice, "What I am best at is tarot divination, but Since this is our first time working together to get a glimpse of destiny, I thought we could keep it simple."
"Of course, no problem." Klein nodded, focusing entirely on Brenton's shuffling action. UUkanshuwww.uukanshu.net
It can be seen that this gentleman is quite skilled, even better than Klein, a professional "magician" in terms of proficiency.
Soon, Brenton shuffled the order of the cards, counted three at the same time, and placed them in front of Klein.
"This is my personal habit," he explained. "If you just predict the future, mirrors and astrologers are actually good choices. However, a real fortune teller who directed my prediction once told me that if you want to peek into the future, , you must understand the past and see the present, so we start in this order."
"You come and turn over these three cards."
Klein deliberately turned off his spiritual vision, cleared his mind, touched the first card, and gently turned it over.
"The Hermit, and it's reversed." Brenton read out the pattern on the card softly, his tone was somewhat solemn, but he didn't say anything and asked Klein to continue.
The second card is "Temperance".
Reversed again... Klein's breathing slowed down a little, and he hesitated for a while before turning over the third card.
"Tower." Brenton took a deep breath, with a complicated expression on his face.
He first touched his forehead, his light eyes flashing with confusion.
"Sir, with all due respect, could you tell me what you have been going through lately?"
"These three cards respectively represent that you have made a fatal mistake, which has resulted in you currently being bound by the trouble caused by this mistake and unable to escape. Although your future corresponds to the tower, which means change, but This kind of change requires breaking the present, and often means paying a price."
Brenton tapped his chest three times.
"Sir, I see tsunamis and mountains in your destiny."
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Chapter 18 Interpretation
"Sir, I see tsunamis and mountains in your destiny."
Brenton's tone was serious, but what really attracted Klein's attention was that this soothsayer, who had no extraordinary characteristics in his body, actually predicted the direction of his fate.
Except for the future, even I can't be sure about it, and the divination of the past and present has all matched my experience... Klein held up the tower card that symbolized the future, hesitating a little.
"Mr. Brenton, are the tsunami and mountains you are referring to vague images seen in divination, or are they simply metaphors?"
Brenton crossed his hands and rested his chin, a little embarrassed:
"Normally, the diviner cannot reveal more specific content, because this may break the established direction of the future. For example, now we can see that your future is just like what this tower card represents, and you are facing choices. , there will be an opportunity to break your current life, it may get better, or it may get worse."
"You mean, if I inquire about the details of divination and learn more about it, it will affect my subsequent judgment?" Klein thought of the real divination science taught to him by Old Neil.
In the science of divination, which is based on ritual magic and extraordinary abilities, most of the divination results are projections of abstract symbols in the spiritual world. They are extraordinary people's special leverage on the spiritual world. Because they involve higher realms, Therefore, the results often obtained are vague and incomplete, and are slightly similar to the mundane divination in front of us.
"You can understand it this way." Brenton didn't know what Klein was thinking and clapped his hands. "Of course, our divination does not touch the real mysticism after all. You can just use it as a reference. If you really want to know More details are not impossible."
"Forget it," Klein smiled and shook his head, "We should be in awe of divination."
Hearing Klein's answer, Brenton also had a smile on his face. With approval in his eyes, he whispered:
"You have captured the essence of divination."
"But although I can't tell you more details, I can give you some suggestions."
"for example?"
Brenton collected the scattered cards on the table and said while shuffling them:
"Tsunami and mountains often mean ups and downs and disasters, which exactly correspond to the changes in the tower card, which means that you will encounter many difficulties in changing your destiny."
"The 'hermit' and 'temperance' that symbolize the past can provide you with a reference for how to deal with such difficulties. For example, what the hermit symbolizes is that past crises have impacted your thinking. In modern psychology terms The explanation is that it may change your views on many things, and even change your personality. Such changes may make you self-righteous, lonely and exclusive, and incompatible with the current environment..."
Brenton didn't notice that Klein's breathing was much heavier. Perhaps he was confused by the opponent's poker-like calm expression, so he continued to interpret:
"As for moderation, it shows that you have recently been troubled by a strong sense of nothingness and meaninglessness, and have lost contact with your own origin. This may also be the cause of your difficulties in the future, so my suggestion is that you should learn to channel Regarding your own feelings, communicate more with family and friends, learn to trust people who are willing to help you again, and improve your own spirit. This will also be more beneficial for you to fight against confusion and personality swings."
The newly opened tarot cards were put back into the carton. Brenton slowly leaned back and tapped his chest three more times.
"If you really can't find your way, seeking enlightenment from the gods is also a way."
God's enlightenment... Klein thought for a few seconds and wanted to shake his head, but felt it was not polite, so he just smiled.
How dare I let the goddess hear my secret? If I am looking for the "Secret", I can go home and walk a few steps backwards to see Him... Klein suddenly wanted to ask Mr. Brenton, looking for the evil god What is the effect of the solution?
"Thank you for your divination, I will consider it carefully." In the end, Klein did not ask the question in his heart, and walked out of the room after saying a simple farewell.
He walked through the not too long corridor and entered the lobby, where he saw the brown-haired lady behind the front desk making coffee.
Klein thought for a while and walked up, "It's a wonderful divination."
The brown-haired lady readjusted herself when she noticed Klein, and responded with a smile:
"Mr. Brenton is a professional fortune teller. I am glad to be able to help you."
"Are there any tarot cards here?" Klein's eyes fell on the front desk and scanned around.
"certainly."
What the Fortune Teller Club sells is a relatively exquisitely packaged Tarot deck, with gold embellishments on the edges of each card.
After paying the money, Klein couldn't wait to open the playing cards, disrupting the order with a touch of his hands. As he went downstairs, he used occult methods to do a divination for himself.
What he wanted to divine was the future.
Swipe, swipe, swipe... The "Magician"'s nimble fingers crossed the side of the deck, stopped suddenly, and then pulled out the selected card.
The "Fool" in his rightful place...Klein looked at the result that was completely different from the divination just now, and a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"What a fool."
...
After leaving the Fortune Teller Club and walking on the street, Klein suddenly lost his direction.
He was preoccupied with the divination that Brenton had done for him, and his body was moving based on instinct. He didn't even notice that he had walked to the former rented home of the Moretti family instead of Narcissus Street.
The sky was already dark, and Klein, who had just realized that he was going in the wrong direction, was angry and funny. He habitually looked at the orange window where the gas lamp was shining.
It had only been a few days since they moved out, so naturally the vacant house had not yet found a new tenant.
Of course, Klein has no idea of going up there to take a look or revisit his old place. Not to mention whether the landlord Mr. French, who is always willing to spend money, would agree to it. Klein himself has no response to this house. After all, he has traveled to After moving, I only stayed here for three nights in total.
Speaking of which, I was able to convince Melissa and Benson to move, as well as the Southern Continent believers. Thanks to their appearance, the recent security situation in the area has become even worse... Klein shrugged, no Stay again.
He noticed that there were still stalls selling mutton on the roadside. It was just before four o'clock, so there was just time to cook.
...
"Where have you been?"
Mr. A knelt in front of a simple hanging statue, closed his eyes and said solemnly.
"Of course it's divination. What would a diviner do if he didn't do divination?" Jerry Zarath said naturally, without feeling that there was anything wrong with him.
"We should lower our presence now instead of showing off." Mr. A climbed up from the statue. There was still blood on his mouth, and it looked like he had just chewed his finger.
"Don't worry, it's just a normal act." Jerry Zaratul took out a pair of old tarot cards from his pocket and shook them, "Besides, the 'Happy Witch' of the Witch Sect here can't wait to We are looking for bad luck, and our peripheral members are also wandering around. How can the heretical believers have time to care about a little 'divineer'?"
He was obviously still worried about A preventing him from retaking the "Puppet Master" from the "Nighthawk" yesterday.
"The arrogant should be spurned, and the lazy should be whipped." Mr. A crossed himself devoutly on his chest and said in a serious tone, "With the help of Mr. Moretti, the 'Nighthawk' will soon notice the last time Divine descending ceremony."
"But what can they find out?" Jerry Zaratul raised his eyebrows, "Unless the Archbishop of Ahowa County is dispatched in the dark night, with their level of divination, they can't even hope to get any clues."
The last divine descent ceremony directly pointed to the "God of Mystery", and the notes used as a medium were written by His Highness Antigonus. Even the only survivor, Klein Moretti, passed the Temple of the Night. Review, should the "Nighthawks" still focus on those two unlucky guys and dissect their bodies?
Listening to Jerry Zaratul's nonchalant speech, Mr. A wanted to stop, but couldn't find a suitable reason. He could only make a note in his heart, thinking that when the second divine descent entered the critical stage, he would This arrogant "faceless man" is sent to the periphery to attract the attention of heretical believers.
Anyway, he has a lot of useful things in his hands and will not lose his life.
"By the way, I met Mr. Moretti again today." Jerry Zaratul was completely unaware of Mr. A's thoughts and leaned against the sofa leisurely.
"In the place where you divined?"
"He seems to need someone to guide him," Jerry Zaratul nodded, as an answer, "I just glanced at each other, and he didn't recognize me, but I looked him through. ."
"You are only one rank higher than him." Mr. A frowned.
"But I found a way to monitor his situation regularly without arousing the suspicion of the Nighthawks." Jerry Zaratul conjured up another set of Tarot cards as if to take credit, with blood stains on them, but It can still be seen that this is a new set of cards and has not been used a few times.
"I have found a new identity." At Mr. A's signal, he continued, "Moretti did a divination in a club today. It may be that the notes made by His Highness Antigonus are still having an impact. That The extraordinary Loen Soothsayer who has not come into contact with gave a very professional answer, and I can confirm that he captured the part that Moretti was most worried about. There is a high probability that our poor Mr. Moretti will go there again. club."
"So you killed the soothsayer," Mr. A said lightly, ignoring the fact that his companion killed someone, "but how are you sure that he will go? If not, how do you get rid of this identity that may become a burden."
"He is very talented and will soon realize the existence of acting. Moreover, according to the information from the informant, there is a 'psychic' within the Nighthawks who understands acting. As for the identity I just obtained , He is a person who lives alone without a family." Jerry Zaratul raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"No one will notice if you die."
...
Not brisk but rhythmic footsteps approached slowly. The person outside the door turned the key, opened the door, and placed the schoolbag in his hand on the right side of the entrance.
"It smells so good..." Melissa, who was walking home after school, held a bag of rye bread in her hand and sniffed the aroma in the air with some confusion.
She subconsciously glanced at the shoes on the floor in the entrance hall, and her frown deepened.
Benson and Crane are both at home, but neither of them can cook!
When she thought of this terrible fact, Melissa immediately quickened her pace, picked up her schoolbag, and rushed into the kitchen.
In the living room facing the street, Benson was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. He heard footsteps coming from the door. Just as he was about to pay attention to his dusty sister, he saw the black-haired girl rushing into the kitchen without turning her head. , followed by an exclamation.
"Klein, how many condiments did you put in!"
Sensing that something was wrong, Benson scratched his head and cautiously came to the kitchen door. He tilted his head to guess his sister's current expression, and at the same time said a moment of silence for his brother in his heart.
"Don't worry, I specifically asked my colleagues in the company for advice. There is an old man in our company who is very good at cooking. He taught me the detailed process so that the mutton will not be wasted." Klein said to himself.
"It's not about the mutton," Melissa shook her head blankly, her eyes still fixed on the seasonings that Klein had placed in a prominent position, but a lot of them were missing, "I mean, I want to say. ....."
She glanced at the mutton soup that was exuding an alluring aroma with some guilt, and swallowed unconsciously.
Hey... Klein looked at his troubled sister, raised his head and smiled at Benson.
"UU Kanshu www.uukｎshu.net What I want to say is that you used too many condiments. I will cook next time." Melissa finally firmed up and said with all her strength without looking at the mutton in the pot.
"This time is just to celebrate my first successful job." Klein stopped teasing his sister and turned around to take out the lamb and mutton soup from the pot and carefully put them into the bowls prepared in advance.
Surrounded by his brothers and sisters, he brought tonight's dinner to the table. I don't know if it was to stimulate Melissa, but he also conjured up a bag of white bread.
"you!"
"Today is a day of celebration." Klein's tone rose, seeming to be very happy.
"Well, at least Klein cooks better than me." Benson pulled out a stool and sat down at the dining table first.
Melissa looked at her other brother, who was worse at cooking, and said nothing. She took two deep breaths of the aroma in the air and tried to convince herself with words like "It's all done anyway, it can't be wasted." Slowly He moved his steps and sat down.
Good, this makes it feel a little like home... The raised corner of Klein's mouth was slightly smoothed, but it soon rose again.
When he paid attention to buy mutton today, he probably still wanted to force himself to integrate into his current life, but after the meal was ready, Benson and Melissa returned home one after another. His sister's little thoughts, his brother's encouragement, and smooth things over , the familiar atmosphere quickly mobilized the dormant memories in his mind, echoing the source of his confusion, allowing those faded memories to gradually regain their luster.
Klein suddenly felt that having a memory that did not belong to him was not all bad.
He breathed a sigh of relief and naturally joined the battlefield.
"Okay, leave some for me, Benson, you don't have to let me, I remember that mutton seems to be able to cure baldness..."
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Chapter 19 Diary
"Good morning, Roxanne!"
"Good morning, old Neil!"
"Good morning, Leonard!"
Klein seemed to be in an unusually happy mood this morning. He seemed to have adapted to the rhythm of the extraordinary world all of a sudden. He was walking around in circles greeting people from the Blackthorn Security Company.
"Good morning...Ms. Daly."
Finally, the little "magician" who let himself go hit the iron plate. Dai Li, who had just come out of Chanis Gate and had not had time to put on makeup, glanced at him with a teasing face. The playfulness in her green eyes made him feel guilty. .
However, the experienced and mature Dai Li did not expose Klein's true psychology. Instead, she smiled lightly with a sympathetic attitude.
"Good morning, handsome Mr. Magician."
She glanced at Klein's brand new and slightly exaggerated black dress, and reached out to straighten the slightly crooked top hat.
"...Good morning, Captain!"
Klein finally no longer had to hold his breath and ran towards his savior in a hurry, making Dunn, who had no idea about the situation, even more confused.
"I said, is he really okay?" Leonard's hand holding the coffee cup froze in the air and he asked without turning his head.
He still remembered the day before yesterday when Klein asked him to help him ask for leave with a melancholy look on his face. He couldn't deal with the somewhat excited "magician" today.
"Haha, young man," Old Neil ate his breakfast leisurely and wiped off the sauce that had just stuck to the corner of his mouth. "It's normal to adapt quickly. I think Dunn was still at Sequence Nine back then. He I just drank the magic potion the first day, and the next day I went to fight the undead in the cornfield, and when I found him I was almost strangled to death, and then I just did what I was supposed to do."
Dunn, who had just figured out what happened in the distance, seemed to cough, accompanied by Dai Li's unabashed ridicule.
If he were an ordinary Sequence Seven, I might not worry about him anymore... Leonard thought calmly, his eyes glued to Klein's back, and he followed him in cut off.
He thought about the few examples his "cohabitant" had given when chatting with him, frowned, put down his coffee, and followed.
Entering the lounge, he saw Klein sitting in an easy chair with freshly brewed coffee in his hand.
"The captain's collection seems to have been forgotten here. Do you want to try it?" Klein raised his glass and asked Leonard.
"No, I just drank." The "Midnight Poet" shook his head with a complex expression and sat opposite Klein.
"I tried some things yesterday and found that the potion had a lot less interference on me." Klein took a sip of coffee and took the initiative to explain his abnormal behavior.
"try?"
"Well," he nodded slightly and took off the top hat on his head, "I found that if I imitate those fortune tellers and try to interpret divination, and use divination to determine some choices and judgments, the mumbling in my ears will be much smaller. ."
In fact, from the time he became an Extraordinary until now, except when he climbed into the gray mist, he had never heard any murmurs. However, judging from the experience shared by Old Neil, this was how a normal Extraordinary should behave.
Trying to do divination and imitating the behavior of a real soothsayer, he has unconsciously completed a certain level of impersonation?
Combined with his own experience, Leonard's worries were partially broken down.
"Then I was wondering if if I try to imitate the 'Clown' and the 'Magician' again, I can reduce the impact of more potions on me." Klein spread his hands with a helpless smile on his lips, "But I used to...you know, I didn't have much chance to go to circus performances before, so my impression of clowns and magicians was only about sensationalism and catching people's attention unexpectedly."
"Unfortunately, I don't seem to have the talent for this."
No, you were very successful today... Leonard curled his lips, thinking of his inner activities just now, he wanted to give himself a slap.
However, he did not show it, but carefully considered his words and said seriously:
"I have had this feeling too, but when I tried to imitate the 'Midnight Poet' after digesting 'Sleepless Man', Ms. Daly warned me that rather than imitating blindly, I would summarize the core meaning of the potion's name. Finding the way that suits you best is the safer way."
Half of this passage was heard from the "cohabitant" and also contained his own thoughts.
"Digestion?" Klein's raised corners of his mouth seemed to be stuck, and he spoke in a clear tone.
"Um..." Leonard suddenly realized that he accidentally let something slip while he was thinking about it, and hurriedly added, "Yes, the magic potion to digest you, Old Neil should have mentioned it to you. , only by digesting and controlling the magic medicine in the body can the risk of promotion be reduced."
"Indeed, Old Neil also said that individuals like me who directly become Sequence Seven need to be more careful..." Klein nodded in agreement, "Is this all your own experience?"
Leonard cautiously replied, "Just a little experience."
He seemed to feel that it was not appropriate, and added, "Because this is just my own case, I rarely communicate with other team members. It's just that your situation is quite special, so I hope I can help you..."
"I understand, I understand," Klein raised his coffee again, "I will keep it a secret."
...
In the literature room, Klein put down the records about the historical customs of the early Fifth Age in his hand, and said as if unintentionally:
"Mr. Neil, only after digesting the magic potion can you stop hearing those weird murmurs and prepare for promotion, right?"
"Who did you listen to?" Old Neil, who was writing and drawing on a copy of the document on a piece of paper, raised his head, "Didn't I tell you that you must fully master the potion to stabilize your state and try to get promoted?"
"I heard what Leonard said," Klein's eyes were innocent and full of curiosity. "I had a chat with him this morning and talked about the babble I heard yesterday when I tried to be a real fortune teller. It's much less. He said that he had a similar experience, and he thought that rather than using the crude word "mastery", "slowly getting used to the potion" is more suitable to be described as "digestion".
On the way to the document collection room, he had already confirmed through divination that this part of the content would not pose any risks.
"Digestion..." Old Neil slowly opened his eyes and exhaled, "I remember Daley said something similar about a year ago."
He glanced at the documents on the bookshelf with some melancholy, his voice low.
"And the information we got from members of the Psychological Alchemy Society and the Moss Ascetic Society also has similar descriptions."
Klein's eyes suddenly lit up.
The Psychological Alchemy Society and the Morse Ascetic Society are both well-known secret organizations. The former tends to harmless academic research and is only hostile to the Church of Storms, while the latter is an ancient organization that is said to have been inherited from the Fourth Age and controls many extraordinary people. 's secret.
"But these are all the theories of cultists," Old Neil shook his head angrily, as if to convince himself, "It may indeed be helpful to mastering potions, or there may be some hidden dangers that are difficult to detect, otherwise the church would not be able to The reason is not told to us."
Old Neil's concerns coincided with Klein's. He also felt that if there were still many unknowns about this method, there might be hidden dangers lurking there.
"Where did you find that the potion had less interference on you?" Old Neil asked.
"The Fortune Teller Club is not far from Iron Cross Street." Klein answered truthfully, "I was a little confused yesterday, so I wanted to do a fortune telling for myself."
"Why do you, a 'divineer', ask others to do fortune-telling..." Old Neil chuckled. As soon as he raised his hand halfway, his face suddenly darkened a lot, "A fortune teller club?"
"Is there any problem?" Klein was confused.
"No, it's nothing," Old Neil waved his hand, then frowned and said, "You haven't already joined that club, have you?"
"No, their membership fees are too expensive." Klein's face fell when he thought of the club's expensive membership fees.
After dinner yesterday, he tried to divine his own destiny and the more important things that had happened recently. It was at that time that he discovered that being a real "divineer" would help him master the magic potion.
"Then why don't you tell Dunn that these are all reimbursable." Old Neil shook his head with an amusing smile. "A place related to mysticism like the Fortune Teller Club is very likely to be confused. Enter Dangerous Elements, what if there are cultists from the Southern Continent working as undercover agents inside? This is necessary for your work."
Can it still be like this? He was simply stunned when he heard the sufficient reasons given by Old Neil.
When he was still working in the original world, his company was a private enterprise and there was not much room for such operations.
No wonder that guy Peng Deng always has so many benefits. He is also a member of the public sector...
"I'll go now." Klein stood up neatly, eager to get that "huge sum of money" now.
"Wait, wait," Old Neil pulled him back to the chair, "As far as I know, Orianna hasn't gone to work yet. Even if you go to Dunn now, you won't get the money."
"Young people are just impatient." He handed Klein the document in his hand and stood up slowly. "I'm going to the bathroom. You can read these Roselle notes first. You can also deal with the funding in the afternoon... ...."
Old Neil's voice gradually disappeared at the door of the literature collection room, and Klein had not yet reacted to the shock that the "adult world" had brought to him.
He didn't expect such an operation... He slowly lowered his head, looked at the document that Old Neil had just thrust into him, and stayed where he was.
The half-old parchment was filled with dense text, and it was the text that Klein was most familiar with.
Emperor Roselle is actually a Chinese! His breathing stopped suddenly for a few seconds.
Speaking of which, "Secret" couldn't be Chinese... He found that he had completely fallen into a misunderstanding.
Because most of the jokes and imitation objects that Russell played were very representative of the West, he did not speculate on the possibility that the other person was a compatriot with himself. He just thought that this interesting "Caesar" might be from the earth like himself.
But now looking at the Chinese language in front of his eyes, Klein's interest was suddenly aroused.
Thanks to the date Russell wrote on the footer, he quickly adjusted the order of several "notes" and read them carefully.
"December 26th was such a wonderful night. Although it was still snowing in Trier, my newly rented apartment in Little John Street was warm. It was worthy of my 1,000 felkin years. The house we rent is just right for Mrs. Teresa's beauty..."
Klein immediately took the "note" away, his face full of question marks.
The moment he saw the Chinese text, he didn't pay too much attention to it, so he didn't roughly browse the contents on the paper, and he didn't expect that the so-called Roselle notes turned out to be a diary.
And it's still a peach diary!
Klein looked at the diary in his hand with pain in his eyes, as if he was about to eat a piece of cake with a shiny appearance. Then he took a bite, only to find that it was actually filled with mustard.
However, holding that this was the only relic left by his fellow villagers that he could come into contact with, he endured the discomfort and continued to read.
"...Mrs. Theresa is the same as she was five years ago. Her appearance has not changed at all. She is indeed a demigod of the Witch Sect. She has a talent in this area that is unmatched by other means."
"However, although her appearance has not changed, her attitude towards me has changed. I can feel that she is only showing enthusiasm for the mission of the sect. In fact, she is not willing to reveal more to me. information, I really don't know what they are afraid of. I'm not asking them to help me infiltrate the Sauron government. I just want to find a channel that can connect with the Southern Continent more freely. Isn't that what they do by funding pirates at sea? Why are you so secretive?"
Klein quickly read the diary, which was filled with Russell's heartfelt complaints about her lack of enthusiasm for her lover. His eyes lingered on the name of the Witch Sect for a few seconds, and then he quickly turned to the next page without any nostalgia.
"April 3rd, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Damn the Secret Order, damn the donkeys, why do you want to put a 'faceless man' in my house? Do they think I won't fall out?"
"This is a provocation to me!"
"If it weren't for the alliance against me that almost surrounded Intis, I swear I would expel these shameless guys from my country, along with their god who always wants to sit on my head and point fingers at me. ."
The huge smear cut off the diary. Klein noticed some trembling straight lines on the shapeless and illegible words under the smear. He guessed that this might be because the copyist thought that these smudges were also part of Russell's notes, so he did it. Restore compared to one.
He browsed through it carefully twice, but could not decipher what the smeared part was, so he could only continue reading.
"The influence on me is getting bigger and bigger. What was I writing just now? Although that guy is hateful, it is not enough to make me fall out. At least I can't fall out until I complete the ritual and complete my goal. I still need them. Holding back the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', as for the steam, hehe, I have never been able to see through that guy. Sometimes he behaves like a real machine, with powerful calculation and logical deduction capabilities, but he does not understand human hearts. , I really don't understand where this guy's humanity is reflected..."
"Anyway, this is my last chance."
When this diary was written, Russell should have reached his old age, before he was assassinated?
Klein could feel the strong emotions hidden beneath the words.
He continued to flip through it and found that the second part of the diary was completely different from the first two parts. It seemed that it was written in the era when Roselle was called the "Son of Steam", and it recorded a considerable amount of knowledge about basic mysticism. Among them It just includes "digestion" and "performance".
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Chapter 20 Unskilled Reimbursement
"The key to potions is not to master them, but to digest them, nor is it the ability to mine potions blindly, but to act..." Klein was a little confused.
If the name of the potion is not only a core symbol of the sequence ability, but also a specific image and a "key" to digestion, then the unknown source of gibbering and the risk of losing control that ordinary extraordinary people face should be to prevent extraordinary people from mastering the potion. 's door.
But I haven't experienced the gibbering caused by the potion yet. It's like before I traveled through time, Klein Moretti's body had already adapted to the potion and reached a stable state described by normal extraordinary people, so there was a lack of feedback. ...Klein was even more confused.
However, combined with his wonderful experience of increasing his spirituality after trying the divination role yesterday and making his body lighter when using extraordinary abilities, Klein still secretly memorized this knowledge.
So what Leonard said about "digesting" was not a slip of the tongue, he really knew about "playing"...where did he know that?
Putting down the notes, he couldn't help but think about another question.
Just like Old Neil, it has been nearly forty years since he became an Extraordinary and he is still stuck at Sequence Nine, and his mastery of potions can be said to be stable. Most of the other members of the team are only at Sequence Eight or Nine. Moreover, it does not take a short time to become an Extraordinary. From this point of view, Leonard, who has no intention of revealing that he knows how to "play", and Ms. Dai Li, who is suspected of using "playing" to advance to Sequence Seven, are both "Nighthawks" The odd one out in the squad.
But where did they know about "acting"?
Was it exploration, or was someone telling them?
In other words, if there is such a good method, why does the church not share it with the grassroots personnel who are most likely to lose control, but choose to let them fight against the risks of gibbering and loss of control caused by the magic potion?
Doubts boiled in Klein's mind, leading him to come up with a blasphemous conjecture.
What the church does in this regard is very similar to the royal government's cover-up of history. I'm afraid only the truly big shots understand the considerations behind it, such as... "secret"?
"What are you thinking about?" Old Neil, who had just gone to the toilet, came back at some point.
His eyes fell on the notes placed in front of him by Klein, and he lightly glanced at the header. A moment of confusion flashed through his groggy blood-red eyes.
Klein woke up with a start and hurriedly covered his smile and said:
"I'm wondering if that smear-like mark is also part of the content of the note?"
"Or is it really just a simple daubing? Why do you even have to copy such a part?"
"What a young man." Old Neil picked up the notes that Klein had rearranged and nodded. "Many scholars who study Roselle believe that everything about this emperor is magical, and his notes are even more... It is a secret text written with special mysterious symbols, so few people will question it, so that the smear-like part has been copied many times."
"Actually, I have also doubted whether the smeared part is really useless. However, several of my old acquaintances in the 'Machine Heart' accidentally revealed when chatting with me that their bishop said that smearing does not necessarily mean meaninglessness, but it may also mean that it is meaningless. It is a completely different message that Roselle wants to convey, otherwise the originally painted out parts would not look completely different from other symbols."
What a difference?
Klein wanted to take another look at the diary, but he couldn't get it from Old Neil again, so he could only recall in his memory the smudges he had carefully examined.
Strange, I can't remember anything... He scratched his head and asked casually:
"Is this all we have?"
"I think if there are more samples, maybe we can really decipher the meaning of the Rosell ciphertext."
"Hahahaha," Old Neil really couldn't hold it back this time and patted his thigh and said, "Young man, I thought about this kind of thing when I was your age. I always felt that I was the most special one. Get what you want from Roselle's notes."
"But..." Old Neil, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, suddenly looked a little sad, "but there are only so many occult events every year, and there are even fewer related to Roselle. The only thing that may be related to Roselle is The Esoteric Order with which you are closely connected is even more like a rat in the gutter. You can't trust a word of what they say. If you want to see more notes, you can basically only try your luck in the temple."
Listening to Old Neil's sigh, Klein was immediately discouraged.
How could he take the initiative to run to the church when he was carrying a secret?
"Well, there's no need for this expression. You're still young, younger than me, and have more opportunities." Old Neil looked at Klein, and he might have misunderstood.
He rubbed the manuscript, resting his elbows on his knees, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes narrowed into a line.
"The insights you just mentioned about mastering magic medicine remind me of a motto of our 'Peepers', which is called 'Do whatever you want, do no harm'. This is a secret saying spread by the Moss Ascetic Society. Then At that time, they did not believe in evil gods, and the church also cooperated with them to a certain extent. This sentence is called the 'key' that opens the 'door to secrets and knowledge.'"
Old Neil paused deliberately and said softly: "Just like Dai Li said she wanted to be a real 'psychic', you young people are in better shape and have more opportunities for trial and error. If you succeed, Woolen cloth?"
As he spoke, Old Neil suddenly stopped talking. He looked at Klein, who was sitting opposite him, with a gradually suspicious expression. His dark blood-red eyes blinked. After a brief moment of confusion, he let out a sneer.
"Oh, I am indeed old..."
Can this be said casually?
The "key" to open the "door to secrets and knowledge" and to be a true "psychic" are basically the same as what Roselle said. Old Neil also knows about "acting"?
"Mr. Neil, I remember that the church doesn't seem to have the recipe for the next sequence of 'Peeper'?" Klein deliberately changed the subject.
As a Sequence Seven Beyonder, even if his confidentiality level is not equivalent to that of a team leader like Dai Li, he is still qualified enough to know some things that are not confidential, such as how many starting paths the church has mastered and which of them are relatively complete.
"Yeah, no more." Old Neil half-smiled, half-sighed, and put down the manuscript.
"Moreover, there are fewer and fewer extraordinary creatures in the Northern Continent every year. Even if there is a magic potion formula, it is quite a problem to gather the materials."
He glanced at the clock on the wall and straightened up slightly unnaturally.
"Aren't you going to apply for reimbursement of membership fees? Orianna should have finished sorting out yesterday's income and expenditure records by this time, so everything will be fine."
"I almost forgot," Klein stood up smoothly, "Should I go now?"
"Remember to explain the situation to Dunn first." Old Neil winked mischievously.
He watched Klein say goodbye and leave, his fake smile fading away little by little, leaving only a hint of loneliness.
"Soothsayer Club, acting, order of notes..." Old Neil covered his face with his hands, sighing from between his fingers, "This kid has hidden a lot of secrets."
He dug his fingers hard at his face. After sighing again, he untied the white crystal pendulum wrapped around his wrist and repeated the divination he had just done when he excused himself to the toilet.
The white crystal swayed slowly clockwise... The clown in the circus didn't lie to him.
...
In the corridor of the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein's thoughts were ups and downs and he could not calm down.
He didn't expect that the official Beyonder team with standardized management would be so complicated... He let out a breath, stopped, adjusted his expression, and then leaned outside the captain's office to confirm that there was nothing disturbing coming from inside. After an awkward sound, he knocked lightly on the door.
"Please come in." Dunn's voice and tone were as low and gentle as ever.
"Good afternoon, captain." Klein walked into the office with a smile on his face and naturally sat down opposite Dunn.
Dunn, who had just returned from church, was sitting behind his desk. There were pipes and coffee cans scattered on the table, but the pipe that had been touched a little shiny in front of the holder seemed to have not been lit for a long time, leaving only the smell of tobacco that could not be washed away. .
"What's the matter?" Dunn said with a smile in his gray eyes.
"I just talked about potions with Old Neil." Klein decided to take it step by step. Even if Old Neil prompted him, he was embarrassed to directly ask for "reimbursement."
"You feel that there is something wrong with your body. Have you heard murmurs of unknown origin recently?" Dunn straightened up immediately and said rather seriously.
"No, no," Klein waved his hand hurriedly, "It's just that normal extraordinary people take one potion and wait until their condition is stable before drinking the next potion, but because of the cultists' rituals, I , directly turned into Sequence Seven..."
He paused and said half-truthfully:
"I'm a little worried about whether there will be any sequelae."
"Well..." Dunn leaned back in his chair again and touched the pipe habitually, but did not light it. "It is true that this situation is very rare, and it is difficult for us to give useful suggestions."
"But since Crestel didn't find anything wrong, it means you don't have to worry too much about your body. You just need to master the potions normally and be careful about hallucinations and gibbering." He put the pipe back on the table and muttered, "It's just that you may not have the opportunity to be promoted for quite some time in the future."
He did not choose a more subtle statement and did not want to leave Klein with too many illusions.
"Actually, like Old Neil, like other members of the team, including me, it is the norm for Extraordinaries to stay in the middle and low sequences for their entire lives. Cresty and the elites of the 'Red Gloves' who are responsible for more dangerous missions can become sequence five. Even demigods will always be a minority among the minority."
"I know," Klein nodded solemnly. After a brief conflict of thoughts, he left all control of facial expressions to the "Joker" ability. "So I have been looking for ways to help me master potions better these days. ."
He started talking seriously, "I asked Leonard, Old Neil, and heard about Ms. Daly. I was wondering if I could start by becoming a real 'divineer'. Exercise your abilities and become proficient in the changes brought about by magic potions."
Dunn, who was about to open the coffee can, withdrew his hand and remained silent for a second or two. Then he nodded slowly, signaling Klein to continue.
"There is a divination-related club in Tingen, and I want to give it a try."
"Old Neil taught you this?" Dunn said coldly.
"Yes...no!" Klein, who had been exposed before Tu Qiongdiao could see him, was at a loss. Just as he was about to explain, he found that Dunn was looking at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
With a mixture of helplessness and relief in his gray eyes, Dunn took out the pen and paper from the table and pushed it towards Klein.
"You need an application form for reimbursement. Write your name and reason for reimbursement, then stamp it and go to Mrs. Oriana."
Klein looked in disbelief at the captain who was trying to teach him how to be more proficient in reimbursement, and suddenly felt a little guilty.
However, he only regretted for a second that he had used public affairs for personal gain. Then he picked up the dark red pen on the edge of the paper and wrote out the application form.
"Let me guess, what Old Neil taught you must be a place related to the occult like the Fortune Teller Club. There must be shadows of cultists, so you go to the club to patrol the parish and maintain law and order?"
Dunn took the application form, signed it and stamped it, and looked up at Klein.
"yes..."
Dunn smiled helplessly again, and returned the application form to Klein after checking that there were no problems with the format.
"Actually, he is right." He suddenly said, "I had a conversation with the bishop of the church today, and we all agreed that the cultists in the southern continent are still hiding in Tingen."
"Ms. Naya and Mr. Welch... the monster's appearance in the Raphael Cemetery is definitely not a coincidence, and it is not the style of the cultists in the Southern Continent to suffer losses silently. They are more likely to be planning a new conspiracy. At this time, as a mid-sequence 'divineer', and you have participated in their rituals, it is very likely that you will become the target of their surveillance or even try to kidnap again."
Come again?
Why are you kidnapping me... Klein sat upright and alert.
"Captain, you mean that if I go to the Fortune Teller Club, it will become a bait to attract them?"
He suddenly felt that the fresh application form in his hand no longer smelled good.
This is not cheap at all, it's like he found a talisman for himself!
"It's just a guess. After all, we didn't find the notes they used to bewitch you, and we couldn't stop their divine descending ceremony." Dunn pointed at Klein with his chin, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net "Although we can I'm sure they probably didn't have time to plant hidden dangers on you, but it was such a coincidence."
As he spoke, Dunn touched his chest, where there was still a bandage wrapped under the formal suit. Underneath was the trauma that the sequence of the unknown "Soothsayer" had left on him in his dream.
Although the wound was not fatal for various reasons, every time it hurt, Dunn broke out in a cold sweat and had lingering fears.
"It was such a coincidence that we were able to rescue you. It's almost like, like they deliberately made us think that they had defeated their purpose and ruined the ceremony."
...
"Uncle, are you leaving?"
In front of the colorful tent, a little girl was trying to stand on tiptoes and leaning on the railing to ask the clown who was packing his luggage.
"The traveling circus will not stay in just one city." The clown with a red smile on his face and two blue stars on his eyes touched the little girl's head, and when other companions were not paying attention, he casually conjured He picked up a small flower made of paper and pinned it on the little girl's hair. "Don't worry, we will come back. By then, you won't have to stand on tiptoe to watch the show."
"But I haven't seen enough," the little girl curled her lips, touched the paper flowers in her hair, and carefully brought it to the clown's ear, "Uncle, tell me secretly where you will go next, I will go back Convince your parents to go to that city to continue watching your performance."
The innocent look of the child made the clown laugh. He shook his head, stood up and carried his packed luggage, making a face.
"It's too far. Disco Coast is so far away from Ahowa County."
Sensing the little girl's obvious loss, he added.
"Don't worry, I will come back next year."
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