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His eyes suddenly shrank and froze. ^Seek? Book￠help` !Choked.Core-fastest.

The "open door" symbol that Zaratul had just drawn was roughly the same as the complex symbol provided by the "Doom Puppet" behind the Chanis Gate in the basement of Tingen in the Antigonus family's notes. It was a vertical eye composed of many mysterious patterns and hidden symbols!

But there is a slight difference in the details between the two, a crescent pattern and a broken line logo have swapped positions!

So, the door opening symbol given by Zaratul is probably fake? !

Zaratul let the feather pen and ink bottle in his hand return to history, raised his head, sighed and said:

"All conditions are in place. You can go and open the 'Escape Door.'" After a pause, "Don't forget to take my urn."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body suddenly split into countless tiny spots of light, which spread out in all directions and merged into the void. It seemed that it had already decayed and turned into ashes.

Where he sat, there was a tin-white jar left behind, with simple patterns on the surface, nothing special.

But Klein's gaze suddenly froze at this moment.

He saw five Chinese characters at the statue where Zarathu was originally sitting, five characters that made his hair stand on end and his breathing almost stopped:

"Hello, Zhou Mingrui."

It has been a year since I came into this world. The name Zhou Mingrui seems to have long remained in the distant past, an old and gradually forgotten memory.

But how could he forget his true identity - a time traveler from another world, Zhou Mingrui?

But why?

Why is my name here?

And it still exists in the form of Chinese.

The image of that girl immediately appeared in Klein's mind. Could it be her? Did she carve her name here in advance?

However, what Klein couldn't understand the most, or what frightened him the most, was: How did she know my name was Zhou Mingrui? And how did she know I would come here?

Why did you leave this name? What does it mean?

"arrange?"

He couldn't help but think of this word. Was all this arranged from the very beginning? Am I just a puppet moved by others' strings, and everything I encounter is just a performance according to the established script?

For a moment, Klein was in a state of confusion.

If...if it weren't for the foreshadowing by the girl before, Klein suspected that just these five words would scare him to the point of losing control on the spot!

"Open the door."

Mr. A's voice urged at this time.

He took a deep breath, calmed the turmoil in his heart, and nodded with difficulty: "Okay." - No matter what, he had to leave here first.

Klein picked up the obsidian slab and placed it into the depression. The two fit perfectly without any excess.

The wall quickly emitted light and gradually became transparent, through which one could see the stone slabs on the outside, the wall with holes in it, and the clouds floating in the air.

"So next, should I draw the symbol given by Zaratul, or the one I saw in Tingen before?"

After a brief hesitation, Klein decided to try the one given by Zaratul first. After all, it was just a secret doll. Even if something went wrong and something unexpected happened, there was still a chance to make up for it.

Besides, Mr. A, who was hiding in his stomach, seemed to have seen the symbol in some way. If I didn't draw it according to the drawing, who knew if he would think that I was trying to cause trouble and then do something?

Thinking of this, Klein raised his hand and began to paint.

After more than a minute, the complex vertical eye was completed.

Pure rays of light then covered it, moving along the lines and finally converging together.

In the bright light, an illusory double door full of mystery appeared on the wall. With the push of "Gehrman Sparrow", it slowly opened to the back.

Behind the door were the ancient stone slabs and broken walls that we had just seen. Everything was very quiet, without any abnormality.

"That's enough..."

At this moment, a strong tearing pain spread from the secret doll directly to the hidden Klein, causing him to almost roll on the ground in pain.

The next moment,

Klein received the news that the secret doll was destroyed.

Mr. A turned into a flesh-and-blood bomb from the inside, blowing Ludwell's secret doll into pieces!

"Edward, you deserve to die!!"

This was the last sentence that Klein heard from Mr. A.

Chapter 648: The Fool

"What the hell, what's going on? Didn't Edward always have a good relationship with Mr. A? When did they start to fall out?"

Klein didn't have time to think about it. He quickly took out another backup doll and quickly completed the control of the spirit thread. He controlled the backup doll to penetrate multiple walls and head straight for the church. Yes, this was an apprenticeship doll.

At the same time, Klein himself also approached the church.

"Huh?"

The moment the secret doll passed through the wall and entered the church, Klein inexplicably felt a strange feeling. At a certain moment, it seemed that his connection with the secret doll was disconnected.

But we got in touch again immediately.

Soon, through the marionette's line of sight, Klein saw everything in the church clearly again. The door that appeared on the wall was still wide open. Mr. A kept one foot in the door, but his body was stiff there. His neck seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand. The whole person rose into the air and hung there. His eyes rolled back a little, but his appearance was still beautiful.

There is indeed something wrong with the symbol that Zaratul gave!

Klein controlled the secret doll and slowly approached, cautiously on guard.

Suddenly, a strong attraction came from the door. Klein subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and his eyes could no longer move away:

Behind the light gate, one could vaguely see more corpses hanging. "They" were old and young, male and female, and their clothes were either exquisite, gorgeous, ancient, or casual.

Behind these hangmen, a transparent and slippery tentacle appeared, with intricate patterns and hidden secrets that seemed to be able to drive people crazy.

All these countless tentacles extended deep into the hall, where there was a huge ancient stone chair, the surface of which was inlaid with dull gold and gems.

Countless transparent maggots huddled together, sitting on the huge chair, slowly wriggling, growing wildly, and spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

This... this is the mythical form of the fortune teller's path! ——His spirituality gave the answer directly.

Klein's nerves tensed up, and he decisively controlled the secret doll to escape.

But he failed!

The secret doll seemed to have been taken control of by the unknown high-sequence fortuneteller. It slowly walked towards the light gate, step by step. When it was close to the light gate, it suddenly leaned down and seemed to pick up something.

At this moment, Klein also saw clearly that there was a tarot card lying quietly at the bottom of the ancient chair. It also showed Roselle. The emperor was wearing a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carrying a cane with luggage hanging on it, as if he was about to go on a long journey.

His expression was full of longing, with a puppy following him. In the upper corner, there were words outlined with bright stars:

"Sequence 0: Fool!"

That's... the Fool card?!

Klein, who possessed the Tyrant and Red Priest cards, naturally understood what this card represented. However, it was now in the hands of that mythical high-sequence fortuneteller. If I were to take a look at it now, I might lose control...

"Huh? How come nothing happened to me?"

Even though there was a secret doll between them, a demigod would go crazy and lose control just by looking at a high-sequence myth form, not to mention that he was only Sequence 5.

Just as he thought of this, his secret doll had already walked to the light gate, and then stepped through the light gate without slowing down at all, and entered the hall full of corpses.

Klein's gaze followed as well.

His intuition told him that the situation of the secret doll was very unusual and his behavior was too risky, but he kept telling himself: This is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

If I can regain control of the Marionette and get the Fool card, it means I won't have to worry about the formula until Sequence 0.

Take a chance!

Klein took a deep breath and tried his best to communicate with the spirit worm hidden in the secret doll's body, and he gradually felt the existence of the secret doll again.

At this moment, the transparent and slippery tentacle in the hall rolled over. Through the secret doll, Klein felt his spirituality tremble all of a sudden, as if he was going to die in the next second.

In just a moment, Klein had regained control of the secret doll. He dodged the tentacle with a flash and went straight to the ancient chair - the transparent maggots huddled together.

Then, he bent over and picked up the Fool card under the chair. He turned around and flashed again, trying to escape from the door. However, his previous actions obviously angered the maggots that were huddled together. Tentacles appeared out of thin air and rolled towards the secret doll like a dragnet.

Almost there!

Just a little bit!

Klein focused his attention and used the recorded spiritual lines to do his best to interfere with the rapidly approaching tentacles. At the same time, he controlled the secret puppet to spin and throw the blasphemous card, which passed through the light gate and fell into the church.

The next second,

The light gate slowly closed, and Klein's consciousness was expelled and returned to his body, severing the connection with the secret doll.

But at this moment, Klein's spirit was extremely high. Even if the secret doll failed to escape at the last moment, at least the Fool Card had been thrown out and fell into the church.

Although he was excited, he did not forget to divine a few times to make sure that the church was safe before he carefully sneaked in - after all, now that he had lost his two secret dolls, he had no choice but to take the risk.

Soon, he arrived at the church door.

bite.

He flicked out the coin again and made sure there were no major problems before stepping into the church.

What caught his eyes were still the strange corpses hanging upside down. Klein walked through the "corpse forest" and came to the altar again. The Fool card was lying quietly on the ground, emitting attraction to Klein all the time.

What surprised him most was that the secret doll was also lying on the ground intact. It must have escaped at the last moment.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then resumed controlling the puppet. A few seconds later, the puppet dusted itself off, stood up, took two steps forward, leaned over, and picked up the card.

"It still works!"

He felt a surge of joy in his heart, and then he discovered that he had digested a large part of the magic potion of the Secret Doll Master without knowing when!

"Is it because we just took back control of the secret doll?"

The role-playing rules that Klein had previously summarized were mainly focused on how to follow the identity of the puppet itself. He did not expect that simply controlling the puppet could also digest the potion.

With the infusion of spirituality, the Fool card was immediately activated and quickly turned into a miniature, illusory book. Following Klein's guidance, it kept flipping through the pages:

Sequence 4 Trickster…

Sequence 3 Ancient Scholar...

Sequence 2 Miracle Master...

Sequence 1 Mystic Waiter...

Sequence 0 Fool...

Klein silently put the cards away again: Sequence 0 of the Fortune Teller's Path is exactly the code name I gave myself above the gray fog. Is this really a coincidence?

He couldn't help but think of the female animal trainer in the traveling circus in Tingen City who asked him to do tarot divination. Was she really just an ordinary person?

As he thought about it, he glanced at the five Chinese characters engraved on the statue.

shudder.

He closed his eyes and calmed the turmoil in his heart. While controlling his "Spirit Thread" to prevent it from floating to the top of the church, Klein bent down and picked up the obsidian slab.

After confirming that this important item was not damaged, he felt relieved and looked at Zaratul's tin urn, only to find that it was gone.

I saw it when I was controlling the puppet to come in... Oh, right, the puppet seemed to have bent over to pick up something after it lost control. Could it be that what he picked up was Zaratul's urn? - So the puppet lost control and it was Zaratul's fault?

When did he throw away the urn? Is the urn in the palace now? Klein knew that Zaratul must have a purpose for cooperating with the "help". So, has he achieved his purpose now?

He took the obsidian slab and embedded it on the wall behind him. It glowed again and became transparent, allowing people to see the ancient stone bricks, broken walls and floating clouds outside.

Then he snapped his fingers and set the trees outside the church on fire, ready to use "fire jump" to get away from here immediately if anything went wrong.

"Next, we should think carefully about how to leave here."

...

Backlund, Cherwood District.

Fors couldn't remember how many times she and Xio had moved. This time, Fors gritted her teeth and spent a lot of money to rent a house in the Cherwood area, very close to the Holy Wind Church of the Church of Storms.

Although neither she nor Xio believed in the Lord of Storms, it did not stop her from planning to use the Church of Storms to deal with the war that might come at any time. This was what Fors did to remedy Xio's decision after he was reluctant to move out of Backlund after careful consideration.

Of course, the price of this house, nearly 2 pounds per week, is quite high. But after participating in several Tarot Clubs and experiencing many transactions involving hundreds or thousands of pounds, using this little money in exchange for the indirect protection of the church is definitely a very cost-effective deal.

Of course, the price is that she has to write another best-selling book as soon as possible, otherwise she will go bankrupt soon.

"But why can't I write anything after holding it in for the whole morning!!!"

Fors scratched her head like crazy. She glanced around and suddenly saw Xiu Zheng, who had left early in the morning, push the door open and walk in with a serious expression, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"What's wrong?" Fors asked blankly.

Xio pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, Fors."

"???"

Fors was shocked. "What do you mean sorry? How could you be sorry to me?"

"Just now, the Feysac people launched an air strike on the North District and the West District. You are right... Feysac has launched a war against Loen!"

"What?"

Fors was stunned. Although this matter had been discussed in the Tarot Club a long time ago, she did not expect it to happen so soon.

Just then, the newsboy's voice came from outside:

"Extra! Extra! The Kingdom declares war on Feysac!"

"Extra! Extra! The Kingdom declares war on Feysac!"

Xio lowered his head and continued, "I'm sorry, Fors, it was me who insisted on staying."

Fors dropped the pen and smiled. "You are also here to investigate the truth about your father's injustice. It's okay. I don't believe that Feysac dares to drop a bomb on us. If he accidentally blows up the Holy Wind Church, wouldn't that be equivalent to declaring war on the Storm Church?"

"They're not that stupid."

Xio hesitated for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Fors, are you... hiding something from me?"

"ah?"

"How did you know that the war was about to break out?"

"This…I…"

Fors scratched his head and recalled what Mr. Fool had said at the Tarot Club last time, asking him to find a chance to get Xio to recite the three-part prayer.

She had been hesitating about choosing the right time these past two days, and now...

"Xiu, do you believe me?"

Xio immediately said, "Of course I believe it!"

Fors no longer hesitated and said:

"Yes, I joined a mysterious organization and believed in an ancient god. I have introduced you to that god, and he agreed!"

Fors stretched out his hands: "Welcome to join us. What are the contents of the excellent product?"

"…"

Xio was stunned: It's over, my good sister has been bewitched by an evil god, and not only does she want to believe in it herself, she also wants to drag me down with her.

What should I do now?

Should we just knock him out and drag him to the church for "exorcism"?

Chapter 649: The Story of Prince Edessak

North District.

In the area bombed by the airship, Audrey was organizing rescue operations on site.

She knew that in this kind of situation, having another "noble lady" like her might make things worse, but she just wanted to see the first scene of the war with her own eyes.

Edward had told her early on that for many things, no matter how much you think about them, it is better to see them with your own eyes. Otherwise, she would always be trapped in her original class and unable to see the real scene.

Perhaps one day, ordinary people are experiencing terrible war and hunger, but a group of nobles are still holding cocktail parties and drinking champagne under the pretext of raising funds, acting superior - and in the end, no one knows who will get the money raised.

Then she saw a cruel scene.

Corpses were carried out one after another, and there were screams everywhere, blood everywhere, and pieces of flesh and body parts that were blown apart everywhere, all of which told of the horror of war.

She endured the discomfort and rushed around the scene, using magic to treat the wounded. Compared with extraordinary abilities, the power of Hogwarts magic might be far inferior, but when it comes to certain special effects, magic is much more useful.

A healing spell can heal most external injuries.

A repair spell could restore the building to its original state - of course, considering that the performance of this spell was too exaggerated, Audrey did not use it lightly, but focused on saving people: as for not being able to show her extraordinary abilities in front of ordinary people, she didn't care.

As a result, this girl who could use magical light to heal the wounded and even pull them back from the brink of death gradually became mysterious in everyone's hearts - she must have been sent by the gods to help us!

"call--"

After rescuing another group of people, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there is no need to worry about the blue consumption of Harry Potter's magic, using it too much and too quickly in a short period of time will inevitably make people feel mentally exhausted.

She sat down and leaned against a broken wall to rest.

An old man who had just been rescued by her tremblingly handed over a glass of water: "Miss, drink some water."

"Thanks."

Audrey thanked him with a smile and drank the water in the cup in one gulp. Her tiredness was immediately dispelled.

She pushed herself up and was about to continue when a voice came over: "Audrey, Ms. Lazy wants us to come over."

Looking back, they saw the two people disguised as Prince Edessak and his sister.

"Wait until I've rescued everyone."

"But how many people can you save by yourself? Even if you can save the people here, who can save those who died on the front battlefield?"

Audrey paused and looked back: "So?"

Edessak smiled and said, "So, if we want to completely solve this problem and prevent more innocent people from dying or getting injured, we should first find and solve the source."

"And this is the real reason why we came back this time."

...

The base of the Psychological Alchemist Society.

"Lazy" Alde was lying on the sofa, swinging her legs leisurely, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, looking at the gorgeous lights, her face was as lazy as ever, as if she was not interested in anything.

He looked like he had seen through everything.

As soon as Audrey and the other two walked in, Alde turned her head and looked over, yawning and saying, "You guys are finally here. I almost fell asleep waiting."

Edsak chuckled and said, "Audrey is busy rescuing people, so we can't rush her too much. We're sorry for the delay."

Alde's beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at Audrey: "Oh, you are kinder than I thought, Audrey."

Audrey asked in confusion, "Arde, you called me here in a hurry, is there something wrong? Edessak and Helena said that you plan to solve the war from the root?"

"No, no, no."

Alde shook her head and rejected it. "It's not me, it's you."

"I just received an order from the president of the Psychological Alchemy Society... It's not accurate to call it an order. After all, our Psychological Alchemy Society has always been very loose, and we never force or order members to do anything."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked closer. "Well, to be precise, it should be 'suggestion'. The president 'suggested' me to assist King George III of Rune and help him achieve his goal."

"But Edsak and Helena raised objections."

Audrey frowned and looked at the two of them. Helena smiled and said, "This is normal, Audrey. I told you last time about the feud between us and George III. We came back this time to avenge him, not to help him."

Alde continued, "As I just said, our Psychological Alchemy Society is a loose organization that never forces anyone to do anything. So in the face of the president's 'suggestions' and the members' objections, I decided to... vote."

"Vote to decide what role we will play in what happens next."

Audrey glanced at the siblings and showed surprise: "If we vote and get a result that is completely opposite to the president's, does it really not matter?"

Arde folded her arms and said, "I am now the person in charge of Backlund and even Loen. I am the only one who makes the final decision. This is also the reason why the Psychological Alchemy Association has set up reviewers, so you don't have to worry at all."

She continued, "Currently, the Backlund branch has four core members, including me, and six peripheral members. Although it's not fair to the peripheral members, for such an important matter, only the four of us can vote."

"Before you came, we had already made our respective choices. The siblings naturally voted against it. Not only did they not want to help George III, but they also wanted to take advantage of the chaos to pull him off the throne. As for me, thanks to the trust of the president, I am temporarily in charge of the Backlund branch, so I had to give the president a face and voted in favor."

The three of them looked at Audrey together. "So, now we need you to cast the final and most important vote, Audrey."

"If you agree, let's tie it at 2-2, and then we in the Psychological Alchemy Society will do nothing. If the result is 3-1, then we will have to do something to support our plan to overthrow George III."