As Klein's spiritual touch progressed, the crimson "star" continued to expand and contract, revealing the images and sounds it contained:

A dark-haired lady in classical robes fell to the floor, writhing in agony.

She held a seemingly ordinary planetarium in one hand and a short scepter that was less than the length of her forearm in the other. Her strong will to survive almost broke through the shackles of the crimson "stars" and was directly transmitted to Klein's ears.

Like Justice, the Sun, and the others, this lady's figure was quite blurry, and it was difficult to make out her specific appearance. But Klein could still see some things clearly, such as her facial features. For example, the muscles in her cheeks were cracking, and the flesh and blood inside were condensing, as if they had turned into eyeballs. For example, her ears were extending outward like trumpets. For example, her fingers left bright bloody marks on the floor. For example, above her were a pair of cold, eyelash-less, and almost transparent eyes.

The mutation of the black-haired woman did not continue to get more serious. Her body was stubbornly repairing itself, allowing the flesh and blood that looked like eyeballs to melt away, the torn muscles to coagulate, the protruding ears to shrink inwards... every detail was in a state of repeated sawing.

The pair of illusory, transparent, eyelash-less eyes made Klein feel dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he first mastered clairvoyance.

He saw such a pair of eyes behind Old Neil at that time!

“Hidden Sage”? Klein leaned back in his chair, stretched out his hand, and grasped the “Poseidon’s Scepter” that flew out from the pile of debris again.

He planned to help out and shoot some lightning into those evil eyes.

But after careful identification, he keenly realized that the abnormality of the black-haired woman came from the crazy mumbling that no one else could hear, because the source of everything was in the ears, deep in the spirit, and in the spiritual body!

It was very similar to the situation that Miss Magician was in when she was attacked by the full moon whispers... Fortunately, I am an experienced person, otherwise I would have made a wrong response... Klein thought about it and had a way to save her. That was to pull her spirit into the gray fog and directly block out the crazy whispers. As long as the source of power was gone, the mutation would be quickly resolved by the self-repair instinct of the lady's body.

As for whether the other party is not worthy of rescue, whether he has malicious intentions, etc., he is no longer as troubled as before.

If the black-haired lady had committed a serious sin, and she had established a connection with the mysterious space above the gray fog through the artifact and the crimson "star", Klein could give her a few lightning bolts at any time to send her to where she should go.

If there is any malicious intention, or if something unexpected happens, I am not powerless to fight back as I have the "Poseidon Scepter" and "Black Emperor" cards, and can initially pry open the power of the gray fog... Klein held the bone scepter in his right hand and tapped the corresponding "star" from a distance.

His spirituality suddenly surged and poured into the deep red light that flowed like water.

This time, he established a mysterious yet solid connection with relative ease.

The figure of the black-haired lady instantly appeared beside the long bronze table, sitting on a chair that did not belong to the current members of the Tarot Club.

In the last image displayed by the crimson "star", Klein saw that the mutation of the other person's body had obviously weakened.

He nodded imperceptibly and waited patiently for the other party to speak.

The black-haired lady was still a little dazed. She was struggling in extreme pain the previous second, with her vision gradually going dark. The next second she came to a majestic palace with a towering dome. Below her was an endless and quiet gray fog. How could she not be stunned?

After a brief silence, she looked at the figure sitting leisurely at the head of the mottled long table and asked in a vague tone:

"Is this the underworld?"

“You are not dead.” Klein laughed.

At this moment, he saw the star-stained symbol behind the high-back chair of the black-haired lady moving rapidly, forming a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes that contained countless bright stars.

Based on past experience, he believed that this was a symbol representing the path of the "Mysterious Peeper".

The black-haired lady was stunned for a moment, then gradually regained her senses.

She instinctively looked around quietly, and finally cast her gaze on the mysterious man shrouded in gray fog.

White shirt, swallowtail suit, no bow tie, black pants, shiny leather boots, dark hair, vague features, there was nothing strange about it... He casually held a milky white scepter slightly longer than his arm in his hand. The scepter... The black-haired lady's pupils shrank suddenly, and the deep part of her eyes reflected the blue-green "gem" and the breath of the sea and storm that almost stirred up the surroundings. In addition, the countless points of light lingering around it naturally gave people a feeling of sacred majesty.

This is a demigod-level scepter! It's like a toy in his hand... He doesn't care about it at all... The black-haired lady narrowed her eyes and asked cautiously:

"What should I call you?"

"You can call me Mr. Fool," Klein answered skillfully.

Fool... The black-haired lady chewed on the word and said carefully:

"I heard your name from Mr. Z of the Aurora Society."

She waited for an admission or a denial.

Knowing Mr. Z from the Aurora Society... he can be considered an old friend... Klein smiled and did not answer. Instead, he said:

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?

“This should be the most basic etiquette.”

The black-haired lady then recalled what had just happened to her and fell silent again.

After a few seconds, she said in a slightly deep voice:

"My name is Cattleya, and my nickname is 'Admiral of the Stars'.

"Mr. Fool, are you the one who saved me?"

"Admiral of the Stars"? One of the seven pirate generals, "Admiral of the Stars", with a bounty of 37,000 pounds? I saved a treasure, no, a person of high status... Klein slightly changed his sitting posture, half in surprise and half in mockery.

He chuckled and replied:

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya immediately stood up and said:

"Thank you for your help. If you need me to do anything, you can tell me directly, as long as it is within my ability and does not violate my principles."

He's quite a good person...very sophisticated and experienced...as expected of the "Admiral of the Stars" whose reputation has spread over the years...Klein felt inexplicably moved.

His Tarot Club members, except for the Hanged Man and his own avatar, The World, were all quite green when they first joined:

Miss Justice is the type who has a vague understanding of the mysterious world but has not yet truly entered it. Miss Sun is the type who has a sufficient "education level" but lives in an isolated environment, is relatively young, and appears to be very honest. Although Miss Magician has been a Beyonder for several years, she has always remained at Sequence 9 and is in a wild state. She does not know much about the various secret forces and does not have enough experience. Emlyn Moon comes from a Beyonder race and has the support of a powerful force. However, because she does not like to go out and prefers to stay at home and play with dolls, she is very inexperienced in some aspects and is easily deceived.

Emlyn is smart, but, haha, if he meets Triss, no, the witch Triss Chick, he might be tricked into selling the doll... Klein teased the vampire who could be considered a friend in the real world in his heart.

He looked at the "Admiral of the Stars" and did not directly respond to the question of how to repay the life-saving grace. Instead, he smiled and asked:

"Are you a member of the Morse Trappist Order?"

“Yeah.” Cattleya didn’t think this matter could be hidden from Mr. Fool.

Klein smiled and said:

"What did you do just now to offend that guy?"

He was not sure whether the pair of eyes belonged to the Hidden Sage, so he used the vague term “that guy” instead. In this way, no matter what, Mr. Fool was absolutely correct and had personality.

Cattleya was silent for a moment and said:

"No, I didn't provoke Him."

She paused and continued:

"Members of the Order of Moses believe that everything is number and pursue knowledge itself.

“But Emperor Roselle once said that it is not us who are chasing knowledge, but knowledge that is chasing us. The Hidden Sage is knowledge itself. He is chasing us, chasing every member of the Moss Ascetic Order. When a lot of knowledge is poured in, but it is impossible to digest and master it quickly, the situation just now will occur. You can either let go of your mental defenses and accept the transformation of the Hidden Sage, or support yourself with perseverance. If you can’t hold on, you will lose control.”

So, you weren’t specifically targeted by the Hidden Sage. Even if you managed to get out of this predicament, you wouldn’t be suspected of anything... According to what you said, you have mastered a lot of knowledge... Back then, Old Neil just wanted to gain knowledge about human transmutation and perfect resurrection... Klein suddenly sighed, but didn’t show it on his face.

The reputation of the "Admiral of the Stars" is not bad. He is the kind of thief who has his own code of conduct... Klein collected his thoughts and said calmly:

"If you encounter something similar again, you can recite my name."

Recite your name... Cattleya's lips moved a few times, and she instinctively wanted to refuse.

She didn't say anything in the end and remained silent for a long time.

After repeated consideration and weighing, she stood up, crossed her arms in front of her chest, bowed slightly and said:

"How can I help you?"

Klein laughed and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Provide some help to my followers in the future."

"As you wish." Cattleya sat down again and asked carefully, "Does the honorific name provided by Mr. Z belong to you?"

She then repeated the name of The Fool.

Klein nodded slightly to indicate that it was correct.

Cattleya glanced at the other empty seats and asked carefully:

“Dear Mr. Fool, is there anyone else here?”

Klein smiled and said:

“Someone like you.

“They established a regular party and I was a witness.”

Cattleya was silent for more than ten seconds and said:

“Can I join?”

She thought that since she was connected to the mysterious existence of The Fool, it would be better to learn more about it than to do nothing.

Of course, you have money, knowledge, power, and needs... Klein leaned back in his chair and said leisurely:

"Can.

"You can't disclose it without my permission."

"Okay!" Cattleya responded without hesitation.

Klein tapped his left index finger lightly, causing the remaining tarot cards to materialize on the bronze table:

“They used tarot cards as code, and this is what’s left.

"Pick one."

Cattleya glanced at it and said bluntly:

"Hermit."

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