Klein paced a few steps in the small shooting range, thinking about the intentions of the Church of the Goddess of Evernight regarding the "Fortune Teller" sequence:

"They don't want the Nighthawks to choose this path, or they don't want them to become stronger on this path, so they only sent down the Sequence 9 'Fortune Teller' which has an obvious auxiliary effect? ​​The captain also said that the Sanctuary may have a follow-up formula."

"No, in the confidential information I can see, they didn't even provide the names of the potions corresponding to Sequence 8 and Sequence 7. They only described the corresponding combat characteristics. In other words, they don't want the people below to know that the higher-ups have the corresponding information."

"Could it be that all the Nighthawks who choose this path will become the 'vengeful evil spirits' of the Antigonus family? Is this why the church leaders made such a decision? Or is there another reason?"

For a moment, Klein was full of doubts about the top leaders of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. He was highly alert and cautious, and reconsidered whether to make a special application and become a "clown" openly:

"If there is some terrible secret hidden in this, then wouldn't I be jumping into a volcano? I am not the kind of person who can calmly accept strict investigation."

"However, the Tingen branch has submitted the Joker formula. As a member of the Fortuneteller, knowing this, isn't it normal for him to hope to be promoted? Moreover, Sequence 8 is still considered low-sequence, so it shouldn't attract too much attention."

"The only problem is that I only needed one month to completely 'master' the potion and submitted a special application. If the higher-ups knew and understood the 'acting method', they would understand the key at a glance. Of course, my reasons were sufficient. After all, I knew the 'psychic' Daly and was friends with the 'secret peeper' Old Neil who strictly abided by the motto. It was not too difficult to understand that I could get inspiration from them and further complete the 'acting method'."

"Well, even Daly stayed at the Sequence 7 'Psychic' level for three years before she showed signs of digestion and really came into the sight of the top leaders and was trained as a future archbishop and senior deacon. I will definitely not attract too much attention at the 'clown' stage unless I digest the potion within a few months and make them sure that I have truly mastered the 'acting method'."

"That is to say, applying for the Joker potion is not too risky. You can go ahead, but you have to be careful afterwards. Well, we can only take it one step at a time and make a divination decision at home."

Klein gathered his thoughts, took out the revolver from the gun bag under his armpit, and performed daily shooting practice and corresponding maintenance.

The quality of this pistol from his classmate Welch was better than he had imagined. If nothing unexpected happened, it would last for a long time. Of course, this was also due to the gun maintenance methods he learned from Dunn and Leonard.

“It’s actually okay if it’s broken. These are all supplies that can be requested.” Klein glanced at the target, put away his revolver, and left the “Shooting Club.”

He took the trackless public carriage back to 2 Daffodil Street, and before he got close, he saw a girl wandering at the door.

The girl was wearing a blue long dress inlaid with beautiful lace and a hat with fine plaid tulle hanging down. She was Melissa's classmate, Elizabeth, who had cute baby fat.

Noticing Klein approaching, she quickly walked over to him, took off her hat, and looked delighted.

She paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti."

"I suppose you must have just come from the little town of Ramde, right?"

I'm sorry, I came here this morning. Klein smiled and said:

"No, I come from Zouteland Street."

Well, that's very true, he thought to himself with amusement.

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then said with a little excitement and agitation: "Okay, I guessed wrong. I came to you today and waited here to tell you that I didn't have a nightmare last night. I didn't dream about the knight in black full body armor again! This is exactly the same as your divination result!"

Of course, the resentful soul was completely purified by Sealed Object 30782. Even if I wanted to communicate with the spirit on the spot, I couldn’t do it, let alone your dream. Klein chuckled and responded gently:

"I'm glad you're out of trouble and satisfied with my divination yesterday."

"Thank you, thank you again! Well, I have to say goodbye. I have classes in the afternoon. Bye, Mr. Moretti, I will find time to visit Melissa." Elizabeth left briskly and got into a taxi nearby.

Looking at the scene slowly passing by outside the carriage window, the corners of her mouth curled up a little bit, and she thought proudly: "Melissa must not know that she has such a powerful brother."

I feel like my explanation just now is totally useless. The girl is always willing to believe in her intuition and the facts she made up in her mind. Klein watched Elizabeth get into the car, shook his head, took out the key, opened the door, and went all the way to his bedroom.

He took a short break and began to sort out and summarize the events of the previous week, including those that had not been resolved in the past.

After completing this daily task, he burned the paper, took out his silver pocket watch, clicked it open and took a look.

"Two-thirty? Wait another fifteen minutes." Seeing that he still had time, Klein simply put on his oldest formal coat and went to the "Slin Bakery" on Iron Cross Street to buy a cup of sweet iced tea from Mrs. Wendy.

Drinking a drink, he returned leisurely. At 2:45, he sealed the bedroom with his spiritual power and walked four steps backwards into the gray fog.

In the silent and ancient huge palace, Klein wrote a new divination sentence on the materialized parchment:

"The 'Joker' potion should be obtained through the Nighthawks."

Putting the pen away, he untied the pendulum wrapped around his wrist, held it steadily with his left hand, and let the topaz pendant hang where it was about to touch the parchment.

After reciting it silently seven times, his eyes darkened and the pendulum in his hand began to rotate slightly, clockwise.

The answer is yes. It should. But the sequence after "The Joker" is hard to say. I still have to develop my Tarot Club seriously. Klein went over the matter again in detail.

Then, he pressed his hand towards the deep red star representing the "Sun" through the air.

He wanted to summon the young man from the City of Silver in advance to confirm whether he had leaked the events above the gray fog to the "Six-member Council". If not, then he would give the other party a way to better grasp the time of the gathering.

In the Berg family's room in the City of Silver.

Derrick sat quietly beside the bed, waiting for the Fool's call.

In order to fulfill his duty of not staying with other people as much as possible, he simply did not go out after "returning", and the food in the room had already been eaten by him.

Enduring hunger and listening to the rumbling sound of his stomach, Derrick felt like a zombie wandering in the dark wasteland, but he still did not speak or stand up.

At this moment, he saw a deep red color spreading in the void, which swallowed him up in an instant.

The gray, boundless, desolate and silent world appeared in his eyes again, and the Fool sitting at the top, shrouded in thick fog, appeared in his eyes again.

Klein was satisfied that his “summoning” had not been interrupted, and he was also sure that he had not received any sign of danger.

"'Sun', we meet again." He said with a smile in Giant language.

Derrick was once again shocked by what had happened. He lowered his head and said:

"You are a fool who keeps his word."

"The other members will have to wait for a while. Let me confirm something with you first." Klein spoke in Loenese this time, but he gave this mysterious space the idea of ​​translating it into Giant language.

So, in Derrick's ears, the other party was still speaking Giant language, and he asked doubtfully:

"What is it?"

Well, after I have mastered the Giant language, the mysterious space above the gray fog can realize simultaneous translation of this language. This way, I don’t have to worry about Justice and the Hanged Man not understanding the Sun’s speech. Hey, why should I, the big boss, be so tired? Klein pinched his forehead with his hand, shook his head and smiled:

"I allow you to recite the following titles."

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

Derrick’s pupils shrank when he heard this, but he didn’t dare to be distracted. He kept repeating it in his mind before looking for confirmation from the Fool.

"Every time you go from here to the City of Silver, you need to recite my name in a brief ceremony before the gathering. I will notify you in advance. You don't need to worry about it or avoid other people. Once you receive my notice, just be alone within a thousand heartbeats." Klein said the solution he had considered for a long time.

This is essentially a request.

Because of his concerns about the situation in the City of Silver and to save time, Klein skipped the other steps of the ceremony. After all, it was just a prayer to him.

“A thousand heartbeats?” Derrick muttered to himself, not really asking a rhetorical question.

Klein introduced the general situation of the Tarot Club to the other party, then took out his silver pocket watch and opened it.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, and instinctively stared at the strange object.

As three o'clock approached, Klein pressed his hand toward the crimson star that symbolized "justice" and "sun."

Derrick watched the scene without moving his eyes. He saw light bursting out from the opposite side and the side, stretching out two blurry figures.

Audrey Hall looked around and was suddenly stunned. Then she heard Mr. Fool's always steady voice:

"This is the new member, named 'Sun'."

"This is Miss Justice, and this is Mr. The Hanged Man."

A new member? Audrey was surprised at first, but then she was filled with joy.

She is very happy to see the Tarot Club grow and develop, and has a strong sense of ownership.

The Hanged Man Alger frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with the Fool for suddenly bringing in a new member.

At least they should have told us in advance. However, a big shot like Mr. Fool really doesn't consider our feelings, he thought helplessly, and said hello briefly to Justice and the Sun.

During this short process, Audrey entered the "audience" state and carefully examined the new member "The Sun".

"He can't be too old, and his body movements show that he's a little nervous and awkward, but he remains silent enough, giving people the feeling of, um, a lone wolf, yes, a lone wolf." Audrey thought as she cast her gaze towards the Fool at the head of the long bronze table.

She said happily:

“Mr. Fool, I have collected two more pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary.”

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