In a two-bedroom rental house in a certain apartment building in the East District of Backlund.

Fors was holding a round-bellied fountain pen and writing on the spread-out letter paper.

This was a letter written to her teacher Dorian Gray Abraham, telling him that she had to move away from her original residence due to some danger, and asked him not to send her last reply there again. If she had sent it, she should change her address as soon as possible, and it would be best if she even changed her identity.

After writing a lot of words, Fors put down his pen, folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and affixed a stamp.

Then she changed into her going-out clothes, took the letter she was going to post, and left the room.

She didn't really want to go out, but this was her new residence, and not only were there no alcoholic beverages, but even coffee beans, instant coffee, black tea, the day's newspapers, the latest magazines, or books.

To do these, she had to go out in person to mail the letters and do some shopping outside the East District.

As for Hugh, he had already gone out and was going to send a letter back to the house he originally rented, stating that "Viscount Stratford's true loyalty was to the king" to see if he could motivate Sherman's monitor to take certain actions.

“Really? The fear afterward was so intense that I almost forgot to write a letter to the teacher. If I had finished it earlier, I could have asked Hugh to send it together…” Fors put on a soft hat with drooping gauze, walked down the slightly dim stairs to the ground floor, and walked out of the apartment.

This is a relatively marginal area in the eastern district. The residents are mainly skilled workers and low-level managers. The public security situation is relatively good, and there are even newspaper boys around.

Fors listened to the occasional ringing of bells and walked slowly along the street.

At this time, a postman stopped his bicycle, took out a stack of newspapers from the mail bag, and entered the apartment next door.

Fors glanced casually and found that the top of the stack of newspapers was "Maritime News".

“People here actually subscribe to this kind of newspaper? Their work is related to maritime trade?” Fors looked away and muttered a few words in surprise.

However, this was not something worthy of attention. When she saw the mailbox on the street, she walked over quickly.

The postman entered the apartment, found several targets from the rows of mailboxes, and stuffed the corresponding newspapers into them.

Not long after he left, one of the mailboxes was opened and the newspapers inside were taken out.

The person who took out the newspaper went up step by step to the third floor, opened a room, sat on a simple armchair, and began to read shakily.

Next to the armchair was a black wooden table with newspapers piled cluttered on it.

Some of these newspapers were neatly folded with the front page facing up, while others were bent asymmetrically to reveal one of the pages. They all showed corresponding reports:

"Shock! The crazy adventurer has become a wanted criminal" "The crazy adventurer reappears, an incredible hunt" "The man closest to the king of the sea, an adventurer worth 90,000 pounds" "The story of Gehrman Sparrow and three female pirate generals" "Become famous in one battle, Gehrman Sparrow assassinates 'Vice Admiral Disease' late at night"...

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Not long after Fors finished shopping and returned to the rental house, Xio also finished his trip and returned here.

They were in such tacit agreement because it was already Monday and three o'clock in the afternoon was about to arrive.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the bells of the nearby church rang, a tide of crimson light appeared in front of Fors and Xio's eyes at the same time.

In the magnificent palace, beside the ancient and mottled long table, figures appeared one after another in no particular order and took shape.

Audrey, Justice, stood up first as usual, facing the head of the bronze table, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

Miss Justice is still in a low mood... It seems that she is still affected by the news last night... Klein the Fool nodded slightly and responded to the greetings from the Tarot Club members.

At this time, Audrey, who was not in such a good mood, was still the first to discover the copper-green cross on the right hand side of Mr. Fool with her keen observation.

Where did this cross come from? The item that Mr. Fool could put on the table must be at least at the level of the "blasphemous card"... Who did it come from? What is its function? Questions quickly popped up in Audrey's mind, making her curious.

This is the first time that an item other than a "blasphemous card" has been placed in front of Mr. Fool!

Soon after, Tarot Club members including the Hanged Man Alger and the Hermit Cattleya also noticed the copper-green cross that was much more conspicuous than the playing cards. Like Miss Justice, they couldn't help but speculate about the origin, level, and function of the object.

Among them, "The Sun" Derrick vaguely felt an invisible call, and felt that the copper-green cross was attracting him.

He then remembered a basic rule that was mentioned in many courses in the City of Silver:

The law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics!

Is this a high-level seal of the "Sun" path? Derrick suddenly understood.

Magician Fors and Judge Hugh recognized that the copper-green cross was the seal they had sacrificed. Their pupils dilated slightly, as if they wanted to see it more clearly.

Mr. Fool values ​​this item so much? It, it is more important than Xio and I imagined? Fors was stunned, but could not hide her curiosity.

When it comes to matters involving gods, her thoughts would never go in the direction of romance.

Xio and Fors had similar ideas, but neither of them spoke up, thinking that Miss Justice would definitely take the initiative to ask about such matters.

When Audrey, the Justice, was considering raising her hand slightly, Cattleya, the Hermit, closed her eyes, turned around and faced the top of the bronze table.

Before she bowed and spoke, Klein the Fool suddenly chuckled:

"Don't worry, this pair of glasses can seal your 'Eye of Secrets'."

He knew very well that the "Hermit" lady had opened the door to demigodhood, gained divinity, and became a "mystic."

This is partly because Admiral of the Stars Cattleya performed a ceremony and prayed to The Fool before taking the potion, hoping to be promoted under His watch. This way, even if she ultimately fails, she can be protected and will not go out of control or crazy. She can then find a way to eliminate the unnecessary traits and start over.

Klein wasn't actually sure about this matter, because he had never tried it before and hadn't gotten any valid answers from divination. But he still agreed to Ms. Hermit's request, thinking that if she failed but didn't die, then that would definitely be Mr. Fool's credit. If she simply lost control or went crazy, then she wouldn't have to worry about whether Mr. Fool was a liar. In short, Klein's main purpose was to give her a certain amount of confidence and courage, so that her condition would be more conducive to promotion. Anyway, the Admiral of the Stars couldn't find anyone else to offer similar protection.

After witnessing Ms. Hermit's successful promotion to a demigod, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and complained in his mind:

"Sometimes, it's easier to play the role of a god than a human. When believers encounter danger, there are usually only two results: one is to stay alive, and the other is to die. If they stay alive, they will naturally be blessed by the gods, but if they die, no one will care about their thoughts..."

On the other hand, after becoming a demigod and half-human being who could call upon more power from the mysterious space above the gray fog, Klein the Fool could easily see the state of the astral bodies of the Tarot Club members, and thus interpret their current extraordinary paths and sequence levels.

Cattleya, the "Hermit" who had taken the initiative to seal the "Eye of Peering into Secrets", breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and said respectfully:

"Great Mr. Fool, this time there is a page from Emperor Roselle's diary."

Is there Emperor Roselle's diary? Is the matter of the "Mysterious Queen" done? But there is nothing unusual in Backlund... Well, no one noticed that Amon invaded Boklund Street and the demigod war occurred in Meige Manor... Klein the Fool nodded calmly:

"Okay, you can think of questions or requests now."

As he spoke, "The Hanged Man" Alger, "Justice" Audrey and others keenly interpreted a message from the previous conversation:

Ms. Hermit was worried just now that the glasses that appeared could not seal her "Eye of Secrets", but in all the previous gatherings, she had never had such worries.

This means that the ability of the Hermit's Eye of Prying has been greatly improved... Hmm, why has it suddenly improved so much? She, she has been promoted to a demigod? Our Tarot Club has a second demigod member? Audrey of Justice thought of the Hermit Cattleya's purchase of the blood of mythical creatures, and she immediately had a guess in her mind.

She glanced at the male members opposite her and found that Mr. "The Hanged Man" had unconsciously changed his sitting posture and became a little defensive, as if he understood that Ms. "The Hermit" had become a demigod; Little "Sun" was still looking at the copper-green cross without any reaction; Mr. "Moon" Emlyn was a few seconds late and looked up at Ms. "The Hermit"; Mr. "Star" was similar to Little "Sun", but his eyes were a little empty, as if he was waiting for the diary session to pass.

“Dear Mr. Fool, can this question be carried forward to next time?” At this time, Cattleya, the Hermit, responded.

Accumulate until next time... Is this the "Mysterious Queen" still unwilling to be affected? Then why did she suddenly provide a page of the diary? What did she predict? In order to maintain the image of "The Fool", Klein did not ask why, and nodded gently:

"Can."

Cattleya said no more, and materialized the diary page, watching it flash into Mr. Fool’s hands.

Klein glanced at it casually, taking in most of the content:

"July 19th, the night of the blood moon.

"Mr. Gate's answer confirmed one thing for me. The second blasphemous slate I saw in that ancient secret organization was not complete!"