Chapter 140 Special Application
"He said he got the information from a contact within the Ahowa County Police Department, but I can't confirm its authenticity. Could he be covering up something?"
At No. 6 Narcissus Street, shrouded in darkness, Angel, dressed in a light nightgown after taking a bath, was sitting at the desk in the study, muttering to herself with a pen in hand. Many sentences had been written in the notebook in front of her.
"A Sequence 9 fortune teller, but one who is highly skilled in divination. Old Neil, who also knows divination, thinks highly of him."
"He's hiding some secret. The seal '2-049' that restricts his movements seems to be ineffective against him, or can he remove the effect himself?"
"He's familiar with the 'acting method' and digested a Sequence 9 potion in a short period of time. He plans to advance to Sequence 8 soon."
"They know I've been promoted to Sequence 8. The source of this information is unknown, perhaps divination?"
"There's some kind of information channel that can get information about the Kingdom's high-level officials that hasn't been made public yet."
The last line was something she had just added.
Looking at these "suspicions" about neighbors, teammates and friends, Angel looked hesitant, but soon his expression became calm.
She clasped her hands together, placed them against her forehead, rested her elbows on the table, closed her eyes and chanted softly:
"O fool who does not belong to this age, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who controls good fortune."
"I pray for your gaze, I pray for your hearing..."
This is a simplified version of ritual magic. There is no need to prepare the four local staple foods in advance, nor is there a complicated altar with essential oils and sandalwood candles. All you need to do is recite the prayer directed to the "Fool" in full.
After successfully establishing a connection with the Fool using the full ritual magic, several Tarot Club members received a simplified version of this ritual from the Fool, making it easier for them to request leave when they were unable to attend the meeting.
“Dear Mr. Fool, I have found a ‘suitable person’ who might be suitable to join the Tarot Club. His name is Klein Moretti…”
Angel briefly told The Fool through prayer that Klein had become a 'Fortune Teller', joined the Nighthawks, possessed extraordinary divination talents, and was about to be promoted to the next sequence.
"...Please decide whether he can join."
Worried that Mr. Fool didn't "answer" the call in time, she repeated it again before slowly opening her eyes.
Yes, Mr. Fool must be a very busy man. How could he have the time to respond to prayers at any time? I remember the last time I used the complete ritual magic to pray, He didn't respond until the next day.
Thinking of this, she loosened her clenched hands and was about to stand up from the chair.
Suddenly, a mist formed out of thin air and surrounded Angel. Her eyes blurred, and an ancient high-backed chair appeared in the gray mist. Sitting on the chair was the mysterious figure whose appearance the Tarot Club members could never see clearly.
It's Mr. Fool, He answers prayers!
Angel felt delighted as he felt the Fool's gaze rest on him, and then he heard a familiar deep voice:
"I will conduct an examination. Before that, don't let him know about the existence of the Tarot Club."
Before she could respond, the gray fog and the hazy images within it disappeared without a trace, just as quickly as they had come.
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"Good morning, Angel. Hey, Klein is here too. Good morning to you too."
The next morning, Angel and Klein arrived at the second floor of Blackthorn Security Company and were greeted by Miss Roxanne's energetic greetings.
"Good morning, Roxanne. Is the captain in the office?"
After receiving a positive answer, the two looked at each other and walked towards Dunn's office one after the other.
Luo Shan was left with a look of surprise and a burning gossip spirit. Her face changed and she seemed to want to follow and eavesdrop, but she was troubled by the confidentiality code and finally sat down on the sofa with a gloomy face.
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"Captain, I think I've completely mastered the Diviner's potion. I'd like to... submit a Special Request now."
As soon as Klein entered, he put on an excited expression, but it was also mixed with a hint of solemnity and hesitation.
Dunn Smith was sitting behind the table, pen in hand, lost in thought. Hearing Klein's words, he looked up, raised his eyebrows, and didn't answer. Instead, he glanced at Angel beside him.
"And you?"
"I..." Angel wanted to fake Klein's complex expression of excitement and hesitation, but after thinking for a while, he gave up. "...Me too."
"How did you determine that, uh, you had completely mastered potions? Did you become more proficient in using your extraordinary abilities, or did you just think you had reached that stage?"
Dunn frowned, as if questioning the two people, or perhaps questioning himself.
Angel glanced at Klein and saw him nod. Then he replied, "Captain, when I felt I had completely mastered the potion, I had a special feeling. It was like something in my mind shattered and merged into my body. At that moment, I knew I had completely mastered the potion."
This was a statement the two had agreed on beforehand, and it was part of their plan to reveal the acting method to Dunn.
"A special feeling..."
Dunn really fell into deep thought, and seemed to have some understanding.
But wasn't he already at Sequence 7? He should have had some experience with fully digesting potions... Could it be that his two previous advancements were both made when the potions weren't fully digested? That would be too dangerous...
Angel speculated secretly.
"As expected..." Dunn's brows relaxed as he looked up at the two of them. "Perhaps you do have the potion, but isn't it a little too early to submit your application now?"
Is he suggesting we continue consolidating the potion, or does he think it will draw attention from within the Church?
She was about to answer when Klein spoke first:
"I had originally planned to apply next year, but I've been a Nighthawk for two months and have encountered so many things, so many coincidences. During an ordinary kidnapping case, I came across the Antigonus Notes, which led me to Riel Bibb. While investigating a suspect in the library, I ran into my target, the Aurora Society member, and divined from him the next clue..."
Klein recounted the many events that had occurred in the less than two months since he joined the Nighthawks, recounting all the "coincidences." Angel had never even heard of some of these events. It seemed that this colleague's "exciting life" was no less exciting than hers.
"Old Neil said that there have been more major supernatural events in the past two months than in the previous year. I don't know why, but I feel very uneasy and want to do my best to improve myself..."
"...Besides, I also want to protect my family and my current friends."
The last sentence moved Dunn somewhat. He pursed his lips, his gaze lingering on Klein for a moment before shifting between the two.
After a few minutes of silence, he nodded slowly and said in a low voice:
"Go ahead. Once you've finished writing it, show it to me first. It would be best if you can pass it on the first try. Then have the examiner bring the formula and ingredients for the Joker potion, and you can be promoted directly."
Angel could hear Klein beside him clearly sighing in relief, and replied with a smile, "Okay."
Dunn turned his gaze to Angel again:
"Same to you, but I can't guarantee that the church has the potion formula of the 'Instigator'. Perhaps you have to find another way yourself. Well, as usual, they should provide some financial support."
"I'm mentally prepared for this."
Angel replied seriously.
Rather, she expected this to happen.
After saying goodbye to Dunn who continued to ponder, and leaving the office, the two stood in the corridor, looking into each other's eyes with unstoppable joy.
They had anticipated that convincing the captain to agree would be the most difficult step, but they did not expect it to be accomplished so easily.
"I'll go next door and draft it. Hmm... I need to get the captain's approval first, and the telegram has to be sent by the captain... Oh, and I need to type the final draft."
Klein put away his smile and spoke seriously, but his words were somewhat inconsistent and his mood was far from as calm as he appeared.
"No problem, go ahead. I can refer to your text later," Angel said with a sly smile. "By the way, the fortune teller's Sequence 8 was originally called 'Joker'?"
Klein's excited expression froze.
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