The sky outside the window was dark, but there was no fog that Klein was familiar with. Waves came in waves, blowing away all the haze, causing the clouds in the sky to roll and form various shapes, reflecting the golden red sunlight.

This is Pritz Port, the largest and busiest port in the Kingdom of Loen.

Klein, wearing a light-colored vest and a white shirt, stood by the window and stared at the outside world for a while. Only when his pocket watch urged him did he return to the mahogany table.

Facing the warm fireplace, he picked up a dark black round-bellied fountain pen, unfolded the letter paper, and slowly wrote:

“Dear Mr. Azik:

"Please forgive me for not writing to you until today. In the past few days, I have been wandering around Backlund, immersed in the devastation caused by the previous incident to this metropolis. If we were all ordinary people, we might have been covered with white cloth, carried to the crematorium, and lived in a tiny box...

"I have waited for a long time and finally found an opportunity to retrieve my belongings, including the 'blasphemous card' that I promised. In addition, there is another item that I will let the messenger bring to you. It is a copper whistle that can summon a messenger. It comes from an accidental encounter with an old man who climbed out of a coffin. Seeing this, you must be confused, because the description I used can also point to you, and this is exactly what puzzles me.

"...This is what happened. I suspect the original owner of the copper whistle was a member of the spiritual cult who tried to resurrect the god of death, and his level was not low. Maybe you can tell something from this copper whistle...

"Before leaving Backlund, I wrote a letter to the Mechanical Heart, describing the huge underground ruins where you and Ince Zangwill fought. I hope they can find out the truth behind the matter based on this information.

"After some indirect probing, I've confirmed that they have no hostility towards you or me for the time being. If you run into any trouble, you might try to ask them for help.

"Finally, I have another question. Is there any way to remove the mental contamination that remains within the already solidified Beyonder characteristics?

“…I am about to sail away, I wish you a smooth journey in finding your memories, and I also wish myself a safe journey.

"Your student and friend, Klein Moretti."

After putting down his pen and reading it from the beginning, Klein folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope along with the Black Emperor card and the copper whistle that was suspected to be left behind by a member of the Spiritual Cult.

After doing all this, he picked up the copper whistle given by Mr. Azik and blew it to summon the messenger.

The messenger was still nearly four meters tall, made purely of bones, with dark flames burning in his eye sockets, but Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was another messenger.

Sighing secretly, Klein raised his arm and placed the letter into the other person's hanging hand.

The messenger looked down, then quickly disintegrated into bones, which then fell like a rainstorm and drilled into the ground.

Seeing this scene, Klein tapped his right teeth and turned off his spiritual vision.

He returned his gaze to the table, where a light yellow ID card was placed, which was necessary to purchase an ocean-going ship ticket through formal channels.

To this end, he went to find Sharon and got a new identity through her circle.

This person is a bounty hunter, a madman who wants to venture out to the sea in order to get rich quickly. According to Klein, his name is Gehrman Sparrow.

“Hunting evil…” Klein whispered as he collected a series of documents proving his new identity.

Then he drew the curtains, took four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

There was still some time before the Tarot gathering, so Klein quickly took out Creeping Hunger and put it on his hand.

Closing his eyes and sensing the twisted and illusory souls, he tried to release the "Faceless Man".

If it were in the real world, Creeping Hunger would happily eat this gift and spit out the corresponding extraordinary characteristics, but it was above the gray fog and did not dare to have any impulse at all, allowing the soul of the Faceless Man to smoothly leave the glove and appear on the side of the long bronze table.

It was a middle-aged man with a blurred face, and the feeling of distortion and pain had dissipated a lot.

He saluted with difficulty to Klein, who was leaning against the back of the chair. His figure gradually faded and was about to fall into the gray fog.

Being in the towering palace, Klein could communicate directly without any additional rituals. He then spread his spiritual power, stabilized the other party, and spoke in a low voice:

"Do you know where there are living mermaids?"

The man answered in a daze:

"Except for those raised by the Church of the Evernight Goddess, they can only be found by sailing from the Gargas Islands to the depths of the Sonia Sea for at least a week. This is exactly my destination."

It turned out that he was also a "faceless man" seeking promotion... He ventured out to sea in pursuit of mermaids, but somehow he died at the hands of "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingos... The Goddess Church raises a lot of mermaids? Klein asked with a sudden realization:

"Which organization do you belong to? Or, where do your potion formulas come from?"

The middle-aged man with a blurred face suddenly trembled, and it took two seconds for him to speak:

"The Secret Order. I belong to the Secret Order."

The Secret Society? Doesn’t the Secret Society raise a few mermaids? Klein pondered for a moment and said:

"Have you met your leader Zaratul?"

The illusory and transparent "Faceless Man" was silent at first, then he shouted sharply:

“I have seen it!

"He, he's not normal! He's an undead monster!"

As he spoke, his figure became increasingly faint and was about to disintegrate.

Zaratul is still alive! What happened to make the members of the Secret Order so afraid of him? To be precise, it should be "He"... Klein quickly asked another key question:

"Besides the treasures left by the Antigonus family and your secret society, where else can I get the high-sequence potion formula of the 'Fortune Teller' pathway?"

The "faceless man" became more and more transparent and illusory, and finally he could only say one sentence:

"The Church of the Goddess of Night... The Church of Tranquility..."

The Holy Temple... Klein watched in silence as the spirit of the Faceless Man was completely liberated, repeating a word in his mind - the Tranquility Church is the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night, the "Holy Temple" in the mouths of the Night Watchers.

There really is a high-sequence potion formula for the "Fortune Teller" pathway hidden there... Who knows how many secrets the major churches have buried and concealed... Klein sighed as he let the black-green gelatinous substance condensed on the surface of his gloves slide onto the surface of the bronze table.

The extraordinary characteristics of the “Faceless Man” eventually formed a jelly-like translucent object. Against the dark green background, faces of different appearances would occasionally appear and disappear inside it, like figures hidden behind dark curtains.

Klein glanced at it for a few seconds, nodded barely perceptibly, and said to himself:

"Later, with the help of the World, please ask Mr. The Hanged Man to sell this Beyonder characteristic to the Craftsman, or to the Beyonder in need."

Although he had found a loophole in the official Beyonder's surveillance of No. 15 Minsk Street with the help of divination above the gray fog, in order not to provoke the other party and expose the secret of the spirit, he did not return there in the end. Instead, he spent extra money to buy a set of spare clothes and some daily necessities, spending a total of 12 pounds.

With the £8 he had to pay for the documents for his new identity, his wallet was almost empty.

As for the 10% stake in the bicycle company, Klein found an opportunity to meet with Detective Isengard Stanton, signed legal documents, and entrusted the other party with custody. Anyway, the relationship between the two parties was no secret in the eyes of the Nighthawks and the Machine Heart.

I still have 5 pounds in cash and 5 gold coins left... It costs 4 pounds to go to the Rorsted Archipelago, and that's for a third-class ticket on the lower deck... It will cost at least another 4 pounds to transfer from the Rorsted Archipelago to the Gargas Archipelago... I must get rid of the Beyonder characteristics of the Faceless Man as soon as possible... This way I can at least sit in the second-class cabin and eat good food... Fortunately, Emlyn's suitcase has been placed above the gray fog, otherwise I would have to buy another one... Klein silently calculated his financial situation, as if he had returned to the predicament when he had just traveled through time and could only afford a formal suit by relying on the advance salary from the Nighthawks.

"The price of a Sequence 6 Beyonder characteristic ranges from 3,000 to 4,000 pounds. If someone needs it urgently, I can even charge a premium... But in addition to maintaining my life, I also have to consider the cost of auxiliary materials for the 'Master of Secret Arts' and the cost of the ritual to remove the mental pollution of the main materials." Klein sighed, took out his pocket watch, opened it and took a look.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he first sent the message to the little "sun" to prepare for the party.

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The scene in front of Fors became clear, and she saw three figures sitting opposite the mottled long table.

One more member? She thought about it, but then quickly calmed down.

At this moment, she didn't care whether the Tarot Club had any new members. Her mind was full of last week's smog and plague.

She clearly remembered that at the last gathering, the World reminded herself and Miss Justice that something big was brewing in Backlund, which was likely to bring tragedy. Mr. Fool confirmed this guess and further pointed out that the key figure in the problem was Prince Edessak.

She did not doubt Mr. Fool’s ability, but thought that the tragedy needed to brew and there was plenty of time to investigate. Who knew that it would come so quickly and so suddenly!

It was reported that Prince Edessak also contracted a disease in the great smog and unfortunately died... It really happened, it really happened... Fors recalled the contents of the newspapers from the previous few days and seemed to understand something, but she could not grasp anything. For a moment, she was a little panicked and uneasy.

I am only at Sequence 9, but it seems that because I joined the Tarot Club, I have "intervened" in this terrible incident involving a metropolis, a prince, and tens of thousands of lives! It was not until this moment that the "magician" Fors deeply realized the importance of being a member of the Tarot Club.

Then, she heard Miss Justice's greeting, which was the same as usual, but without the cheerfulness:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"You saved Backlund once again!"

Huh? What? When was I saved again? Emlyn the Moon was confused.

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