Start with the Readers Chapter 197: Another Tarot Club

Boom!

The mysterious space above the gray mist shook violently, the majestic palace collapsed inch by inch, and the ancient and mottled bronze long table was smashed out of holes and broken into several sections.

This terrifying change only lasted for three seconds, and the silence was restored above the gray mist, as if nothing had happened.

The golden flame that had been burning on Klein's body also gradually extinguished. His surface was scorched and rolled, screaming until his ability to think initially returned.

Then, he supported the armrest of the high-back chair and stood up with difficulty, terrified and at a loss for what happened just now, completely unaware of such consequences.

He took a few breaths, looked up and looked around, and found that the immutable towering palace and the ancient long table had all been destroyed. This was an unprecedented damage to "Above the Gray Mist", which had never had anything unusual .

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he quickly looked at the debris pile in the corner, and he was relieved until he saw that the 100 gold cash he got from selling the "Mind Reader" formula was safe and sound.

As for Mister "Tower"'s "Heart of the Elder Tree"?

Such advanced things should not be so easy to break, right? At least it doesn't seem to have changed... Klein thought anxiously in his heart.

It took a while before Klein recovered a bit, and at the same time guessed that he might have divination on "Eternal Blazing Sun".

He pondered for a moment, and then let the scorched black off his body, while summarizing what he had gained from this "accident".

The production method of the advanced spell "Sun Flame Charm", the potion formula of the partial sequence of the "Sun" pathway, and other knowledge about the gods.

Recalling this, Klein rubbed his forehead. Seeing that there was no other movement above the gray mist, he finally let go of his mind and confirmed that "Eternal Blazing Sun" did not follow the clues to find this place. Then he thought again:

"Eternal Blazing Sun's hostility to the Lord of Storms, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is extremely strong, why?

"What is a pure white angel?

"Mr. 'Tower' seems to be very familiar with these three churches. He probably knows well... Well, I can find an opportunity to raise this point at the Tarot meeting tomorrow, and then wait for Mr. 'Tower' to play freely.

"Although the character he showed in the Tarot Club is likely to be disguised, even if it is to maintain the 'personality', I don't think he will miss the opportunity to show off."

…

Becklund, at the bottom of Saint Samuel Church.

"Once we have a plan that can threaten his life, we will be immediately perceived by the other party... The ability of demons is really troublesome." Cresta Sesima pulled up the collar of his shirt He pulled, and said to himself helplessly.

"Yes, Your Excellency. We set up three targeted ambushes before, but we were all avoided..." a black-haired lady in her thirties said solemnly.

She has a good appearance. She doesn't wear a hat. She wears men's clothing, a black coat, a white shirt, black tight trousers and leather boots of the same color, but she has a very obvious cold temperament.

"Could it only be by chance?" The man who spoke was an indifferent man with keen brown eyes like an eagle. He asked a little unwillingly, "What about the detectives hired by the police station? What did they analyze? No."

The lady before nodded and replied: "Detective Essinger Stanton speculates that the demon's targets should be all women who have been street girls and have had a 'depraved' experience. Key populations have been monitored..."

"Then how can it be monitored?" The man with brown eyes sighed.

"The most important thing is that we haven't even witnessed a single murder scene. The prerequisites are insufficient, and some methods of divination and prophecy cannot be used..."

The Nighthawks discussed for a long time without any clues. Seeing this, Sesima ended the meeting, then left the provincial Samuel Church, and began to patrol the various blocks alone.

Just now Borgia—that is, the indifferent man with brown eyes, said something right, sometimes you have to rely on luck to deal with demons.

But as soon as he walked two streets and came to a secluded alley, his spirituality was suddenly touched. He looked intently, only to find that Daly's messenger came out from the sky.

"This is a briefing from the joint investigation team? Just hand it over to the Holy Church. Why did the people from the Church of Storms send it to me?"

With doubts, Sesima opened the letter and frowned after reading only a few lines.

After reading, he first burned the letter that Daly carried, then turned and went back to the underground of St. Samuel's Cathedral, and returned to his office here.

Then, after hesitating for a while, he took out the pen and paper, and wrote a special application report in the tone of a nighthawk.

…

Klein endured mental exhaustion and finally waited until "Corpse Collector" Frye came over to hand over "3-0782", after which he ran all the way back to the hotel.

After returning to his room, he locked the door with great perseverance, and before he even had time to wash up, he fell directly on the bed.

In just ten seconds, his breath first became heavy, and then it was long and steady.

In his sleep, Klein had just cooked a table of delicious food with various seasonings when he discovered that someone had invaded his dream.

He was startled immediately, but before he had time to be on guard, he suddenly saw Captain Dunn push open the "door" and walk quietly to the table in a black windbreaker.

He took off his hat, nodded slightly, and sat down. He picked up the knife, fork and spoon without any politeness, and quickly put the tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oatmeal on the table. The food such as bread was eaten clean.

Klein stared blankly, not knowing what the captain wanted to do. He didn't come back to his senses until the other party was full and gave a thumbs up and turned away...

Then, he thought angrily and funny:

"Captain, you and Ms. Dai Li are worthy of being a pair of two-way crush lovers!

“Come to my house in the middle of the night to scare me, and come to my dream in the middle of the night to scare me...

"One made me dare not sleep most of the night, and the other made me unable to eat delicious food in my dreams...

"Speaking of which, these meals have been completely 'swallowed'? Is this the ability of 'Nightmare'?

"It's really a nightmare... This 'Nightmare' is really creative..."

…

Monday, August 20.

At 2:55 p.m., Abner sat in the master bedroom of the villa, and in the state of "mechanical mind", sorted out the possible situations that might be encountered at the party later, and how to deal with them.

After exiting this state, he sealed the room with a spiritual wall, then looked up at the hanging clock, the pointer pointed to exactly three o'clock.

The familiar gray fog and hazy figures came into view, and just as Abner regained his sight, Audrey "Justice" greeted his ears:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

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

"Who is this?" Audrey looked at Mister Fool with some doubts and joy.

Has the Tarot Society grown again?

Although he can't see his face clearly, he can tell that he is not too old...is this the "sun"? Abner turned his head and glanced at the tall boy beside him and thought.

At this time, Mr. Fool chuckled, and introduced with that voice that seemed to be forever stable:

"This is a new member named 'Sun'.

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

"The Hanged Man" Alger carefully observed the "sun", and secretly speculated: "It seems that he is just an ordinary boy... No, he must have something special, or something Special background, otherwise you wouldn't be selected by a god-like existence like Mister Fool!

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

At this time, Audrey also entered the "spectator" state~IndoMTL.com~ and quickly made some judgments:

"His body movements show that he is a little nervous and cramped... But the whole person has always maintained enough silence, giving people the feeling of, um, a lone wolf, yes, a lone wolf..."

While thinking about it, Audrey cast her eyes on the Fool at the top of the long bronze table, and said happily:

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

Klein lifted his spirits when he heard the words, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "Very good, the 'debt' you owed in the last transaction has been offset."

Hearing this, Audrey's originally happy mood was immediately discounted. After all, the information obtained in the last tripartite transaction was really useless. Why not use Russell's diary to exchange some other information with Mister Fool? …Like what exactly does that guy’s tattoo at the party represent.

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

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