บท 195: Another Tarot Gathering

Boom!

The mysterious space above the gray fog began to quake violently as the majestic palace collapsed inch by inch. The ancient and mottled bronze table was smashed into pieces with holes in it.

This terrifying change only lasted for three seconds before silence returned above the gray fog as though nothing had happened.

The golden flames that had been burning on Klein's body gradually extinguished. His charred surface rolled as he screamed until his ability to think had returned.

Following that, he propped himself up on the armrest of the high-back chair and stood up with great difficulty. He was horrified and at a loss for what had just happened. He never expected such a result.

He took a few breaths, looked up, and surveyed his surroundings. He realized that the towering palace and the ancient long table, which had never changed since ancient times, had been damaged. This was unprecedented damage to the world above the gray fog, which had never been abnormal.

Suddenly, his heart tightened as he hurriedly looked at the junk pile in the corner. Only when he saw that the 100 pounds he had earned from selling the Telepathist formula were safe did he heave a sigh of relief.

As for Mr. Tower's Tree of Elders' Heart?

Such a high-level item shouldn't be so easily broken, right? At least it doesn't seem to have changed… Klein thought uneasily.

After a while, Klein recovered a little. At the same time, he guessed that he had divined the Eternal Blazing Sun.

He pondered for a moment, and then he let the charred skin on his body fall off while summarizing the "unexpected" gains.

The manufacturing method of the high-level charm, Flaring Sun Charms, the potion formula for certain Sequences of the Sun pathway, as well as some knowledge regarding deities.

Thinking up to this point, Klein rubbed his temples. Seeing that there was no movement above the gray fog, he finally felt relieved. After confirming that the Eternal Blazing Sun didn't follow the clues and find this place, he thought again.

"The Eternal Blazing Sun's hostility towards the Lord of Storms, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is extremely intense. Why?"

What's a pure white angel?

Mr. Tower seems to be very familiar with these three Churches. It's very likely that he knows… Yes, I can find an opportunity to mention this at the Tarot Club tomorrow and wait for Mr. Tower to freely express himself.

"Although the personality he displayed at the Tarot Club might very well be a disguise, even if it's to maintain his' persona, 'I believe he wouldn't miss the opportunity to show off."

…

Backlund, at the bottom of Saint Samuel Cathedral.

"Once we have a plan that can threaten his life, he will immediately sense it… The abilities of demons are really troublesome." Crestet Cesimir pulled up the collar of his shirt and muttered helplessly to himself.

"Yes, Your Excellency. We've set up three ambushes specifically, but they were all dodged…" A black-haired lady in her thirties said solemnly.

She had good looks. She wasn't wearing a hat and wearing clothes similar to men's clothing. She wore a black coat, a white shirt, black tight pants, and boots of the same color. However, the cold aura around her was very obvious.

"Could it be that we can only rely on luck?" The person who spoke was a cold man with sharp brown eyes like an eagle. He asked indignantly, "What about the detectives hired by the police? Did they figure out anything?"

The lady from before nodded and replied, "Detective Isengard Stanton speculates that the target of that Devil should be women who had been street girls and had the experience of 'corruption'. Currently, the police are monitoring the key people…"

"Then how can we monitor them?" The brown-eyed man sighed.

"Most importantly, we didn't even witness a single murder scene. The prerequisites were insufficient, so some divination and prophecy methods couldn't be used…"

The Nighthawks discussed for a long time without any leads. Seeing that the meeting had ended, Cesimir left Samuel Cathedral and began patrolling the streets alone.

Just now, Borgia, the man with the cold brown eyes, had said something right. When dealing with demons, sometimes one had to rely on luck.

But just as he crossed two streets and came to a secluded alley, his spirituality was suddenly stirred. He focused and saw Daly's messenger come through the opening.

"This is a brief report from the joint investigation team? It can be handed directly to the Holy Cathedral. Why would the Church of Storms send it to me?"

With doubts, Cesimir opened the letter. After reading a few lines, he frowned.

After reading it, he first burned the letter that Daly had brought with her. Then, he returned to the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral and returned to his office.

Then, after some hesitation, he took out a pen and paper and wrote a special application form in the tone of a Nighthawk.

…

Klein endured his mental fatigue and finally waited for Corpse Collector Frye to hand over 3-0782 before running back to the inn.

After returning to his room, he locked the door with great willpower. He did not even have time to wash up before he collapsed on the bed.

In less than ten seconds, his breathing became heavy, then long and steady.

In his sleep, Klein had just finished preparing a table of delicacies with various seasonings when he realized that someone had invaded his dream.

He immediately jumped in fright, but before he could take precautions, he suddenly saw Captain Dunn push open the "door" and walk to the table in his black trench coat.

He took off his hat, nodded slightly, and sat down. Without standing on ceremony, he picked up his knife, fork, and soup. He quickly finished all the food on the table—tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal bread.

Klein watched in a daze, unsure of what the Captain was up to. Only when the Captain was full and left with a thumbs up did he snap back to his senses…

Then, he thought in exasperation and amusement,

"Captain, you and Madam Daly are indeed a pair of two-way lovers!

"One came to my house in the middle of the night to scare me, and the other came to my dream in the middle of the night to scare me…

"One caused me to not dare to sleep in the middle of the night, and the other caused me to be unable to eat delicacies in my dreams…

Speaking of which, these dishes have been completely devoured? Is this the power of a Nightmare?

"What a nightmare… This Nightmare is really creative…"

…

August 20th, Monday…

At 2: 55 pm, Ebner sat in the main bedroom of the villa, sorting out the possible situations he might encounter during the gathering and how to deal with them.

After exiting this state, he sealed the room with a wall of spirituality. Then, he looked up at the clock and saw that the needle was pointing at three.

The familiar gray fog and the blurry figure came into view. Just as Ebner regained his vision, he heard Audrey's greeting.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man ~ " Audrey was just about to greet every member of the Tarot Club when she suddenly saw a figure sitting in front of the tower.

"This is?" Audrey looked at Mr. Fool in puzzlement and joy.

Has the Tarot Club expanded again?

Although I can't see his face clearly, I can tell that he's not too old… Is this The Sun? Ebner turned to look at the tall youth beside him and thought.

At this moment, Mr. Fool chuckled and introduced in a voice that seemed to go on forever,

"This is a new member, named Sun.

"This is Miss Justice, this is Mr. Hanged Man, and this is Mr. Tower."

Alger observed The Sun carefully as his mind raced. He secretly guessed, "He seems to be an ordinary youth… No, he must have some special traits or special background. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen by an existence that resembles a god like Mr. Fool!

"God, every move must have a deeper meaning!"

Audrey also entered her Spectator state and quickly came to a conclusion.

"His body movements indicate that he is a little nervous and uneasy… but he has maintained a sufficient amount of silence, giving off the feeling that he is a lone wolf, yes, a lone wolf…"

As Audrey thought, she cast her gaze at The Fool at the end of the long bronze table and said happily,

"Mr. Fool, I found two more pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."

Klein perked up when he heard that. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Very good. The 'debt' you owed in the previous transaction will be offset."

Upon hearing this, Audrey's originally happy mood instantly plummeted. After all, the information she had obtained from the previous three-way deal wasn't of much use. It was better to exchange Roselle's diary for some other information from Mr. Fool… For example, what the tattoo of the person at the gathering represented.

"Mr. Fool, I also found two diary pages."