"Fool?" The extraordinary people who attended Mr. A's party either chewed on this word to themselves, or whispered with their companions, discussing whether they had met people with similar beliefs.

"When did such a cult appear?" someone whispered in confusion.

At this time, Mr. A asked the waiter next to him to hold up a blackboard with a few lines of words written in Loen:

“Fools who do not belong to this age;

“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The yellow and black king who controls good luck."

As everyone examined the blackboard, Mr. A said in a hoarse voice that made people feel uncomfortable:

“Don’t read out the above content in Hermetic, and don’t read out the above content in Giant, Elven, Dragon, or Ancient Hermetic. You can’t even use them to write the corresponding descriptions, otherwise there is a high probability that something terrible will happen.

"Help me find those who believe in The Fool. Of course, they may also be following the Mysterious Lord Above the Gray Mist or the Yellow and Black King Who Controls Good Luck. If you get any clues, tell me immediately. The reward I give will be more generous than you can imagine!"

"This description... sounds like a very extraordinary existence. I've only seen similar titles in the classics of the Seven Gods!" a party member exclaimed.

His companion shook his head and said:

"Many cults have similar descriptions of their objects of worship."

"Is it really a cult?" other party members blurted out in astonishment when they heard their discussion.

"It should be. Generally speaking, the spiritual creatures we summon may have three descriptions like this, but one of them must be 'the favor of so-and-so' or something like 'something that belongs exclusively to so-and-so'. It won't be in this form!" A party member who is well versed in mysticism gave the theory.

As they were talking passionately, Fors was almost dumbfounded.

Isn't this the honorific name of Mr. Fool? Although it was described in Loen, I was sure of it without a doubt! Why would Mr. A want to find a follower of Mr. Fool? Is this the intention of the Aurora Society? Fors' mind was in a mess.

She knew that Mr. A was a member of the Aurora Society because a certain "terrorist organization" had publicly claimed responsibility for the assassination of Intis Ambassador Baker.

After a brief moment of surprise, Fors subconsciously examined herself, worried that people would find out that she was already a member of the Tarot Club, a follower of the Fool in some sense.

I just read out Mr. Fool’s name according to the ancient Hermes script on the paper, and was pulled into the gray fog. No one knew about this matter, and they were not afraid of investigation at all... But the paper with Mr. Fool’s name on it had a source. It was hidden in the book we borrowed from Viscount Greylint... Fors thought quickly.

"A fool who does not belong to this era... Isn't this the description I saw on that paper? I even dreamed of an evil spirit!" At the same time, Xio also remembered the incident that left her with lingering fears, but her long experience as a bounty hunter prevented her from revealing anything abnormal.

Then, she traced back and thought about the origin of paper:

It was hidden in the interlayer of the "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Loen"... I borrowed the "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Loen" from Viscount Glerint's study...

Suddenly, a person's name flashed through Fors and Xio's minds at the same time:

"Viscount Glint!"

At this time, Viscount Glint was looking at the blackboard and muttered to himself with interest:

“This name is rare.

“But it sounds amazing!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked around in confusion and said to Fors and Xio:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

“Nothing, nothing.” Xio and Fors shook their heads at the same time.

…………

After dinner, in an elegantly decorated house.

Audrey brought her golden retriever Susie and, led by her psychology teacher, Islant, into the living room. This was the "academic" gathering that had been scheduled last week.

Her maid, her bodyguard, all stayed here, while she and Susie walked towards the large living room.

In the living room, for the sake of atmosphere or for some other reason, the gas wall lamps were not lit. The light in the room was provided by candles held in several gilded lamp stands on the coffee table and cabinets.

Before Audrey had time to take a closer look at the environment, she saw a gentleman in his thirties in a gray tuxedo coming towards her.

"This is the owner of this place, Mr. Stephen Hampres, a furniture merchant." Eslant, whose hair reached his waist, introduced.

She was about to talk about Audrey's identity, but Hampres laughed and said:

"Isilant, don't speak. Give me a chance to guess."

He had a neatly trimmed moustache and charming dark brown eyes, and looked very gentle, more like a university lecturer than a furniture businessman.

After carefully looking at Audrey for a few times, he smiled and said:

"Islant only said that you were her student. Haha, I think you are a well-educated noble lady, and not the type who is just for show. You definitely don't have to worry about the decline in your quality of life...

"You are a little bit excited, you are curious, you are relatively innocent, you are loving...

"Of course, the most obvious thing is that you are very beautiful, like an angel!"

He finally made a joke, then put his hand on his chest, bowed and said:

"Welcome, beautiful Miss Angel."

You are right. You are worthy of being a member of the "Psychological Alchemy Society". However, what you observed was me a few months ago. It was the me I deliberately showed... Audrey was surprised and stunned and spoke:

"Mr. Hampres, did you know me before?"

She didn't let the expression of astonishment linger on her face for too long, because such emotions were only instantaneous reactions and could not last too long.

If someone is surprised for more than a few seconds, it means that his performance is probably fake.

Audrey didn't notice this at first, but after observing others "acting" for a long time, she naturally summed up a lot of rules.

"No, I still don't know you. This is just the basic quality of a psychology enthusiast." Hampres chuckled.

Before he finished speaking, Audrey had already completed her observations and made a corresponding judgment based on the surrounding environment:

"His clothes and the furnishings of his house all show that he is a person who cares a lot about his appearance...

"The sapphire on his left hand ring looks large, but its actual quality is ordinary, and it contains no symbols or magical signs... His financial situation is not as good as he appears... He is very vain...

"Although he was very enthusiastic just now, his standing posture, the direction of his feet, and the changes in his emotions all showed that he still had a lot of concerns and was quite alert...

"He complimented my looks sincerely, but it didn't seem like a man looking at a woman. There were traces of skin care products on his face, and his eyebrows must have been painted. His skills are not as good as my makeup maid Soliya, but better than mine... The perfume he was wearing was 'Confused', which I have only seen women use... Well, he should like men, and he played the role of the relatively weaker party..."

At the same time, Audrey skillfully expressed her longing:

"Mr. Hampres, I wish I had your powers of observation."

As she spoke, she smiled faintly and, under the guidance of Hampres and Eslant, she got to know the other seven or eight people in the living room one by one.

Some of these dual enthusiasts of mysticism and psychology were descendants of fallen nobles, some were university professors, and some were children of wealthy people. For example, the father of one young man was the owner of Backlund's most famous department store, Phillips Department Store.

In the following communication, Audrey basically just listened and didn't talk. When she spoke, she asked questions, fully demonstrating her curiosity and yearning.

In this "academic" discussion, Eslant, Hampres and others deliberately mentioned the etheric body and the mental body, the spiritual world and the collective subconscious, and gave some relatively unique viewpoints, allowing Audrey to gradually clarify some of the doubts that had accumulated over time.

When it was over and they walked out of the house, Audrey glanced at Eslante beside her and asked naively:

"Mr. Eslant, when can I be as good as Mr. Hampres in the field of psychology?"

Eslant raised the corner of his mouth, tilted his head slightly, looked at her and said:

"soon."

…………

At night, just as he was about to go to bed, Klein once again came to the gray fog.

He was feeling a little sleepy, but was immediately awakened by the news told by Miss Magician.

“Does Aurora know about The Fool? Does it know my honorable name? Has the True Creator targeted me?” Klein sat up straight suddenly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He quickly denied the last guess. If the "real creator" had really targeted him, Mr. A would have come to collect the copper pennies in the gas meter long ago, and there might even be a saint who came.

In other words, they only knew "The Fool" and the corresponding honorific name, and knew that the clue was in Backlund... Who leaked the news? Klein frowned and thought carefully.

Soon, he found a possibility:

Recently, the little "Sun" has recited my honorific name, and it was when he was interacting with the members of the exploration team who were contaminated by the "True Creator"... He held a sacrificial ceremony. There should be symbols corresponding to the "Fool" at the scene, and there should be an ancient palace above the gray fog... Therefore, the "True Creator" has noticed the existence of the "Fool" and is sure that I am the guy who blasphemed, no, harassed, no, spied on Him before...

Also, the little "Sun" was using the "All Black Eyes" at the time, which contained the spiritual pollution of the "True Creator"... Through this, "He" made it clear that my followers or believers were haunting Backlund?

You can’t take the “All Black Eyes” out anymore!

After roughly understanding the problem, Klein encountered another problem:

Mr. A offered a reward for finding the believers of "The Fool" in a not-too-private and relatively open gathering of Beyonders. Is it because he really doesn't have enough brains, or is he deliberately "fishing"?

Alas, the Aurora Society is full of paranoid lunatics, their brains are almost broken, and there is no way to guess their true intentions!

Is this what they call, as long as I'm crazy, you can never guess what I'm thinking?