Chapter 388 Drunk?
First class cabin, room 310.
Klein supported Angel, whose steps were unsteady, back into the suite. He watched her stagger into the bathroom, and a moment later, she staggered back to the living room, collapsed headfirst onto the sofa, and stopped moving.
"Angel?"
He called softly, and the other person slowly raised and lowered his hands, and then remained motionless.
Unexpectedly, what Cleves said was true. This sweet yet powerful Sonia blood wine really knocked her out...
Klein looked silently at Angel, who had enjoyed a whole bottle of blood wine. He sighed softly, walked over, picked her up, pushed open the door of the master bedroom with his foot, and gently placed her on the double bed.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, feeling the unconscious touch of her arm, and smelling the faint scent of alcohol in the air, Klein's already restless mind calmed down.
His original plan was to have Angel unknowingly drink the blood wine and become intoxicated, but Klein hesitated. Whether in Zhou Mingrui's present time or Klein's present time, taking advantage of a drunken woman to do something outrageous was ungentlemanly.
Although he knew that Angel would not blame him afterwards, he was the most saddened by this stage...
Alas, this is the first time it happened under such circumstances. How can I have the nerve to say this... Klein thought of the choice he made that night after he killed the Apostle of Desire, and felt his face flush and heat as if he was drunk.
He sighed, tucked Angel in with the quilt, and turned to leave the master bedroom to sleep in the adjacent servant's room for the night.
"Now I've really become a servant, German..."
He couldn't help but think of the little joke they had played after boarding the ship in the morning.
Just as he reached the door, his spirit suddenly sounded an alert, but before he could even react, a slender yet powerful arm reached out from behind him, grabbed Klein's collar, dragged him back to the bedroom, and threw him onto the double bed.
Above his body, a pair of clear yet angry eyes stared at him.
"Wait, you're not drunk?"
Klein was speechless, not knowing why Angel, who had been unconscious just a moment ago, was now sitting on him with great energy.
"Let me tell you a little secret," Angel leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, his breath brushing against the short hair beside his ear, and the slight itch went from his scalp to his heart. "A witch can't be drunk..."
"What about you just now?"
Klein asked subconsciously, but suddenly understood everything that happened tonight.
It turns out that she is the hunter and he is the prey.
"Wait, wait a minute..."
"I want to be on top..."
"Don't..."
Fortunately, there were no passengers on board 308 or 312, otherwise the suppressed cries of the young adventurer, German Sparrow, would surely have become a topic of conversation at the dinner table the next day.
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Two full days of boring but occasionally surprising life at sea have passed. On Monday night, the White Agate will dock at Damir Port, one of the important supply points on the route, to replenish food and fresh water, and set sail again the next morning.
But the most important issue right now is the Tarot Club that will be held this afternoon...
Angel looked at the "Trensest Empire, Legend or History" in front of him with some boredom and yawned secretly.
"...Therefore, the Empire inherited part of the Solomon Empire's original territory and established its capital in Backlund."
Klein's deliberately loud narration woke her from her drowsy state.
It was Monday afternoon. After having a hearty but somewhat repetitive lunch, the two returned to the suite and sat at their desks to continue their morning studies.
Angel had become interested in the history of the Fourth Epoch after hearing the legend of Captain Ireland's treasure the night before. She borrowed a few related books from the recreation room, and Klein, a history graduate who happened to be ready to help her improve her shortcomings, volunteered to give her a lecture in person. He also used the mystical interpretation of the Fourth Epoch to help Angel understand the strife-stricken era when gods still walked the world.
Unfortunately, after yesterday's and this morning's tutoring, Angel, whose head was full of new content such as "Six Great Gods", "Five Great Families", and "War of the Four Emperors", felt that his brain could not hold any more things.
Although this top student in history, the courses taken by the master of mysticism did effectively improve her knowledge level.
Klein seemed to think that rote learning was not a good idea. He sighed and closed the notes in his hand.
"We'll talk about the rest tonight." He glanced at the pocket watch on the table, suddenly frowned, and covered his stomach. "I'm going to the bathroom..."
Angel, who was just thinking about how to get rid of Klein so that he could attend the "Tarot Club" later, felt happy, but a look of regret appeared on his face. He said:
"Okay then, I'll go back to the bedroom and rest for a while."
Seeing Klein walk into the bathroom, she tiptoed back to the bedroom, locked the door, and sat on the bed, waiting for three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Maybe I should have confessed to Klein sooner. Otherwise, this situation happens every week. Will he..."
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"Will she be suspicious..."
In the narrow bathroom, Klein glanced at the door with some concern.
Although Angel, as the "Queen" of the Tarot Club, would inevitably find an excuse to be alone for a period of time every week, "Mr. Fool" had to arrive in the Gray Mist Space in advance to remind "The Sun" in Silver City to prepare in advance. Therefore, more time had to be reserved. If this continued for a long time, it would be easy to expose his strange behavior of overlapping with the time of the Tarot Club.
"Perhaps it's time to discard the identity of 'The World,' but then it would be inconvenient for me to use this identity in Tarot to issue certain commissions that don't fit the identity of 'The Fool'..."
Klein felt a bit of a headache, but thinking that the meeting time was almost up, he could only put this question aside for the time being. He skillfully took four steps backwards and arrived at the Fool's World.
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Deep red light flashed, and the majestic palace once again welcomed the weekly Tarot Club.
"Mr. Fool, everyone, good afternoon."
Miss Justice was no longer depressed as she was last week, and had regained some of her former energy. She took the initiative to greet everyone, but she immediately noticed that there was a new member in the men's queue opposite.
"This is the new Tarot Club member, Mr. Moon. Mr. Moon, they are..."
The Fool's deep, disembodied voice echoed, and he began to introduce the original Tarot Club members one by one.
At the same time, everyone focused their attention on the "Moon" on the right side of Mr. Sun. This new member was taller than the Sun, who was originally ranked first. He was thin and his face was also hidden behind a light gray mist. All that could be made out was his short black hair combed back and his eyes that were looking at everyone.
Directly across from him, Magician Fors was about to present the Fool with the three pages of Russell's notes she had obtained from Mr. Dorian in Pritz Harbor, but she noticed that something seemed amiss with the tall Mr. Sun. He huddled in a high-backed chair in pain, his fists clenched and pressed heavily on the table.
"Mr. Sun, are you okay?"
She inquired.
The other members soon noticed something was wrong and cast concerned glances.
"Sorry, I, I just remembered a lot of things."
Derrick, the Sun, subconsciously wiped his forehead, then remembered that he was in a spirit state and couldn't sweat. After mentally summarizing the events of the past few days, he spoke:
"Shortly after the last Tarot meeting, I joined the expedition team led by the Chief and headed to explore the ruins mentioned earlier. However, deep within the temple in that ruined city, we discovered strange murals, tempting mushrooms that were actually flesh and blood, and a little boy.
"He called himself Jack, saying he and his father had come here from across the sea, searching for the Creator's Sanctuary. We tried to find out where he was coming from, but he suddenly attacked us. Fortunately, Chief Colin killed him, saving everyone in our team."
"Jack...from the other side of the sea?"
The Hanged Man beside him was obviously very interested in this content. He repeated it in a murmur and then asked:
"Then what?"
"Then...then we returned to the camp, the camp closest to the ruined city, back to the moment before we were about to set out to explore."
There was a barely perceptible hint of fear in Mr. Sun's tone.
"Five times! Five times! We entered the city, found the temple, passed the murals, burned the mushrooms, questioned the boy, and finally, after the Chief killed Jack, stopped and repeated the whole process again.
"If I hadn't come here and been reminded by Mr. Fool, I'm afraid I would have continued to immerse myself in those repetitive explorations until one day, the Chief made a mistake and failed to save one of us, or gradually weakened and starved to death deep in the ruins of the city."
After saying this, he looked at Mr. Fool at the head of the long table and bowed his head in gratitude. Mr. Fool didn't say anything, as if it was just a trivial matter.
Just listening to Sun's description, everyone felt a little creepy. This kind of experience of "repeating life" has never been seen even in fantasy novels.
But compared to others, Angel had a deeper understanding of this. She had also encountered a situation where she had "forgotten" part of her experience. It was not until she entered this palace in the gray fog and remembered everything with the help of the Fool.
"After thinking about this, have you found the root of the problem?"
She asked with concern, trying to guide Mr. Sun out of his panic and find a way out of this strange cycle.
"I think it's probably related to that little boy 'Jack' from the sea. Every time the Chief kills him, we return to camp and begin exploring again. He might be the key to the incident, but I'm not sure how to solve it."
"Perhaps you try to communicate with him without killing him?"
"Justice" Audrey suggested with interest.
"It's difficult. Every time we try to find out something, it won't be long before Jack goes crazy and attacks. Only the Chief can resist and kill him. I can't interfere."
Sun shook his head and rejected this plan.
"Based on your description, I've thought of a possibility," the Hanged Man, who had been lost in thought, suddenly spoke with a hint of excitement. "I mentioned before that I was hunting down a 'Listener' of the Aurora Society. He took his children out to sea in search of the Sanctuary of the 'True Creator.'"
"The child he brought with him looked very similar to the Jack described by 'The Sun'. Jack also came from the sea, from outside the area where Silver City is located!"
This means that there is not a complete lack of connection between the City of Silver and the worlds of the other Tarot Club members!
After a brief moment of shock, Derrick, the Sun, felt an inexplicable joy well up in his heart.
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