Seeing this scene, Catalina took a step back uncontrollably, and her mind was silent.

Two seconds later, her mouth opened on its own and a male voice uttered:

"Hey, little crow."

Without waiting for the young man opposite to respond, "Katrina" smiled to herself:

“Only a few clones came, aren’t you looking down on me?

"Are you a postman, coming specially to deliver extraordinary materials to me?

"Tell me, what do you want to cooperate with? I don't hate you too much. After all, the incident was planned by that paranoid lunatic, and the leader was Alistair Tudor. You can only be considered an accomplice."

The man opposite caught the crown covered with rust and blood, stood up, shook his head and laughed:

"As soon as I heard your voice, I felt a little reluctant to cooperate. How about this? Ask Soren and Einhorn to come out and talk to me."

"Tsk tsk, after so many years, you are still as willful as a child. Do you remember who was responsible for holding you when you were a baby? Who burned your hair?" The evil spirit "Red Angel" sneered without giving in.

The young man opposite adjusted his monocle with his free hand, turned around with a calm expression, and walked towards the door without any hesitation.

During this process, He sighed softly:

"childish."

Seeing that Amon really had no intention of staying, the "Red Angel" was silent for a few seconds. Before the other party walked out of the room, he controlled Katarina's body and said, "Hey":

"Don't think I don't know what you want to do, but it doesn't matter. Since you and that paranoid person have different ideas about completing the Lord, there is room for cooperation."

Amon stopped, half turned around, and looked at the "White Witch" Katarina who was possessed by the evil spirit of the "Red Angel".

There seemed to be a slight flash of light in the monocle in his right eye.

…………

In Ahowa County, in a city that is being rebuilt after the war, there is a bar with many traces of fire.

"Toby, did you add too much damn water to this beer?" A man wearing a tattered baseball cap took the cup, took a sip, and couldn't help but complain.

The boss, who was acting as a bartender, wiped the cup and snorted:

"Remember the previous prohibition? Oliqi, it's good to have wine for you to drink!"

The burly man called Olic muttered a few words, said nothing more, and concentrated on drinking beer.

The bronze-skinned man next to him, with his sleeves rolled up, looked around and said:

"I heard that the alcohol ban will be lifted soon because Feynaporte's food will be delivered soon. Also, Feysac and Intis will compensate with a large amount of food!"

"I can only say, I hope so, and may God bless you." As soon as the bar owner Toby responded, he heard the sound of the door opening.

He looked up and saw a young man who seemed to be a wandering magician walking in.

The man, wearing a black robe and a more classical hat, walked to the bar and sat on a high stool.

"A glass of Southwell beer." The man laid out several copper pennies.

The sturdy man named Olić glanced at the stranger and asked with a little curiosity:

"Are you a foreigner? Are you a magician?"

The young man with an unremarkable appearance laughed and said:

"Yes, the magic I am best at is making people's wishes come true."

Olic whistled immediately:

“What did I hear?

“Fulfill people’s wishes!

"Oh my God, there's a guy pretending to be a god here!"

Such ridicule immediately caused laughter from those around.

The young man who claimed to be a magician was not angry at all. He smiled and said:

"It was just a special magic trick."

Oliqi took a sip of beer and laughed:

"Then please grant me one wish and ask this stingy boss to buy me a beer."

"Okay." The young man in the black robe raised his right hand and tapped it on the table.

With a thud, the bar owner Toby poured a glass of beer, pushed it in front of Olic, then took his hand back and repeated the action of wiping the glass.

This scene seemed familiar, and Olic was stunned for a moment. He shouted in confusion:

"Toby, do you know him?"

"I don't know him." Boss Toby glanced at Olic as if he were a fool.

“…” Origi raised the cup uncertainly and took a sip carefully to test whether Toby would let him pay.

Seeing that the bar owner no longer paid attention to him, the sturdy man turned his head in astonishment and looked at the young man in a black robe and a tall hat:

"How did you do that?"

"I told you, a special magic trick." The young man took a leisurely sip of Southwell beer.

As Olić was in doubt, the man next to him, who had rolled up his sleeves, sneered and said:

"I bet you and Toby have already discussed this. Your banging on the table means you'll pay for the beer."

"You can make another wish." The wandering magician responded nonchalantly.

"My brother and I's home collapsed in a previous bombing and is being rebuilt. My wish is that it will be restored to its original state before I return," said the man with his sleeves rolled up with a little pride.

This is not an easy thing to do.

The wandering magician raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile:

"Well, your wish has come true."

The people in the bar who were watching this all started laughing and no longer paid attention to the stranger and his clumsy magic show.

After drinking, the man with rolled up his sleeves left the bar drunkenly with Olic and walked towards the streets near the suburbs.

A quarter of an hour later, they returned to the vicinity of their homes that were being rebuilt and prepared to move into the tents issued by the government.

At this moment, a cool breeze blew, making them shiver at the same time.

Then, a well-preserved two-story building came into their sight. It was a house that they were extremely familiar with, a house that they had spent many years of savings to build.

Olic and his brother subconsciously turned their heads and looked at each other, and found the same confusion in each other's eyes.

"I didn't drink much...that damn guy Toby mixed so much water into the wine!" Olic muttered, looking like he was drunk and hallucinating.

His brother did not respond. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly spread his legs and rushed towards the house, touching the walls and the door.

"Really, really..." He kept muttering to himself like a madman.

Olic also made similar movements and finally confirmed that the house he was rebuilding had returned to its original appearance, which made him surprised, happy and scared.

At this moment, his brother suddenly spoke:

"My wish has come true, that magician, that magician..."

Before he could finish his words, he turned around and ran towards the bar. Olic came to his senses and followed closely behind him.

Bang!

They pushed open the door of the bar, rushed in, and cast their eager eyes towards the bar.

However, the wandering magician in a black robe and a tall hat had long disappeared, and no one knew when he left.

Olic and his brother looked around, feeling relieved and as if they had lost something.

In the square of this city, the young wandering magician was squatting in front of a little girl about ten years old.

"My magic is to fulfill one of your wishes." He turned his head and glanced at the Church of Night not far away.

The little girl had run away from the evening mass and seemed to prefer the empty square.

She thought for a moment, looked at the gentle magician opposite her and said:

"My wish is for my father, uncle and brother to live again. I don't want their pensions..."

The wandering magician didn't respond, but stared deeply at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl pulled her mouth and forced a smile:

"I was just joking. Mom said that even gods can't fulfill such a wish..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and looked at her toes:

"I just want, I want daddy, to hug me again..."

Before she finished her words, she suddenly noticed a shadow in front of her eyes, and subconsciously raised her head and looked to the side.

There stood a Loen soldier in a red shirt and white pants. He had no gun in his hand, but he had a broad smile on his face, bent his back as usual, and opened his arms.

"Dad..." The little girl suddenly rushed forward and threw herself into the warm embrace, "I miss you so much..."

At this time, the wandering young magician pressed the hat on his head, straightened up, and walked towards the exit of the square.

In the night breeze, his black robe swayed gently in the empty square.

…………

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday. In the ancient palace above the gray fog, the Tarot Club members appeared at the same time and greeted Mr. Fool in unison.

Klein looked around and suddenly felt something:

"The Hanged Man" is currently a cardinal of the Church of Storms, in charge of the Rorsted Archipelago diocese; although "Justice" has temporarily lost contact with the Psychological Alchemy Society, he is also qualified to become a member of the jury; "Sun" is an elder of the "Six-Man Council" of Silver City; "Moon" is a vampire count; "Star" is a senior deacon of the "Night Watchers" of the Church of Night; "Hermit" is the hidden king above the sea, one of the ten pillars of the Moss Ascetic Order.

Except for "Magician" and "Judgement" who are only at Sequence 5, the rest of the Tarot Club members are already demigods and are high-ranking officials of different forces in the mysterious world.

The Magician has the support of the Abraham family and has great hope of being promoted to Sequence 4 Mystic within the year.

In other words, the one who has the most difficulty improving her strength at the moment is "Judgment". She is only one of the middle and senior level members of MI9, and it is very difficult for her to become a demigod.

Klein the Fool, who was shrouded in gray mist, quickly retracted his gaze and laughed at himself in his heart:

Finally, it looks like a high-end secret organization... However, it always gives me the feeling that this is a consultation meeting of major forces...

He then nodded gently to the members of the Tarot Club and said:

"Let's get started."

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