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 Chapter 346 Bernadette Arrives

  Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace.

  Klein slowly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, looked at Renekton with a complicated expression and said:

  "He was prepared, but he had no ill intentions. He just talked a lot to himself and finally proposed to try cooperation."

  Renekton asked curiously:

  "Are you moved? What did He say?"

  Klein nodded gently, and then repeated the words of Angerwede in the dream divination just now. At the end, he asked curiously:

  "The Dragon of Wisdom is the former title of the God of Knowledge? What is His current relationship and status with the former Dragon King? Also, He said that the 'Chaos Sea' is hidden deep underground and was once controlled by the ancient sun god."

  "How did the ancient sun god who controlled the 'Chaos Sea' die? Who can kill him?"

  After saying so much? Is the ancient dragon Erihog still talkative? . After muttering in his heart, Renekton sat up a little straight, cleared his throat and said:

  "The Dragon of Wisdom was once the subordinate god of the Dragon of Imagination, and the Cherubim was one of the eight angel kings under the throne of the Ancient Sun God. They were all the former identities of the God of Knowledge."

  This. No wonder you are so comfortable among so many forces. Klein sighed silently. He even suspected that the people in the Church of Knowledge had more or less part-time jobs.

  "The Ancient Sun God can be said to have committed suicide. At that time, He was already a being above half of the sequence. If it was not voluntary, the true gods and angel kings at that time could defeat Him, but they certainly could not kill Him."

  "Suicide? Why?" This answer was beyond Klein's expectations.

  He originally thought that he would perish together with another equally powerful being. After all, the things that can lead to the sequence above include the Chaos Sea, Sefirah Castle, and the Wilderness of Knowledge.

  "He is polluted."

  Renekton said with a sigh.

  Klein frowned and murmured in disbelief:

  "Pollution. Can an existence of that level still be polluted?"

  Renekton shook his head slightly, took a deep breath, and then said:

  "The essence of this world is madness!"

  "Pollution is always there, regardless of the sequence. In fact, the higher the sequence, the closer to the beginning, the easier it is to be polluted."

  Klein was silent for a while. He felt dizzy and his spirituality was almost unable to support it.

  He glanced at Renekton casually and chuckled:

  "Let's stop here today!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Renekton saw a deep red light rising in his vision. His thoughts were a little dazed. When he came to his senses, he had returned to Bayam's hotel. As

  soon as he came to his senses, his inspiration was touched. His eyes followed the direction of his intuition and looked in the direction of his intuition. There was a letter lying alone on the coffee table in front of him.

  "Who writes to me at this time?"

  Muttering in a low voice, Renekton got up from the sofa and took two steps forward to the coffee table.

  Before he could bend down to pick up the envelope, thick green vines suddenly fell from the surrounding area. They covered the surrounding area like a rainstorm, intertwined and intertwined, layer upon layer, and quickly formed a forest.

  Uh, it's been less than half an hour since the captain left the gray fog. I actually underestimated Bernadette's position in the captain's heart.

  Renekton silently complained in his heart. He followed his intuition and looked to the left:

  there was a light composed of a stream of complex information. They rushed through the barrier between reality and the spirit world in an illusory posture, and reconstructed Bernadette's body in front of Renekton.

  She was wearing a pair of beige trousers that were easy to move in, a pair of not-too-short black leather boots, and a light brown knee-length skirt on her upper body. It was rare that she didn't wear her old-fashioned black soft hat.     She seems to have come in a hurry. Hmm, how can I fool her?

  Bernadette looked at Renekton without much emotion. She waved her arms casually, and layers of starlight appeared around her, quickly gathered, and condensed into two high-backed chairs and a small round table.

  "Sit down."

  "I have something to ask you. Perhaps you already know what I want to ask?"

  Renekton maintained his expression, without showing too obvious changes in his expression, and casually sat on the high-backed chair formed by the starlight behind him.

  "I want to know more about him. I think you should know a lot?"

  The words of inquiry were said in Bernadette's mouth with particular certainty, as if this was a fact she had already determined.

  Renekton leaned on the high-backed chair and pondered for a moment, subconsciously stretching out his right hand to rub his chin.

  Bernadette was very patient and did not interrupt. She sat quietly for a while, then summoned an invisible servant, took out a set of coffee utensils, and began to brew coffee in an orderly manner.

  After a while, Bernadette placed a cup of brewed coffee in front of Renekton. She said in a calm and even strange voice:

  "This is a kind of coffee that the upper class nobles of Intis like very much. You can try it."

  "This kind of coffee was not popular in Intis at the beginning, but he liked it more at that time, and gradually it became a trend."

  Renekton nodded slightly, glanced at the cup of coffee with a lot of ingredients in front of him, picked it up and took a sip.

  Compared with coffee, I think it is more like milk tea. And, it's too sweet! I can only accept 50% sugar.

  Putting down the coffee in his hand, Renekton sat up straight, tapping the coffee cup lightly with his right index finger, and said carefully:

  "I don't know how much the captain has told you about that place. Emperor Roselle does have a deep relationship with it. Mr. 'Fool' is collecting Emperor Roselle's diary. Next week, the captain may write to you to ask for the diary."

  Bernadette nodded slightly and said in a flat voice:

  "Cattleya only mentioned that she was chased by the knowledge from the hidden sage, and was rescued by a mysterious existence, and the planetarium I gave her can have a certain connection with a certain place."

  You gave it to her? No wonder the captain always carries the planetarium with him, but she was pulled into the gray fog, and the planetarium should be damaged.

  His thoughts were slightly scattered, but he quickly gathered them together. Then, he smiled faintly and said,

  "There are many things recorded in the diary of the Great Roselle. Some of them are his casual feelings, and some are hints that he deliberately left for certain people."

  As he spoke, he looked up at Bernadette. There was almost no expression on her face, but her eyes were not very obvious.

  Bernadette was already a big figure in the mysterious world, and it was difficult to observe too obvious expressions and thoughts directly from her face. As his thoughts floated, Renekton stopped tapping the coffee cup and continued,

  "In his diary, there are some more secret things and arrangements mentioned."

  "The nine mausoleums built for his promotion to the Black Emperor were not all destroyed. There is also a hidden one on a primitive island deep in the Misty Sea."

  "No one knows the exact location of that island except himself. Moreover, there is a very high level of pollution in that place, and any means of divination and prophecy will not work." Chapter 347: The Admiral on the Star and the Mysterious Queen

  Bernadette frowned slightly and asked:

  "Extremely high-level pollution? Does it involve things above the sequence?"

  This is not good news. Pollution from above the sequence, even if he is already the Black Emperor, is it possible that he has been polluted? Even, has he not been resurrected because he has been polluted?

  Renekton nodded slightly, confirming Bernadette's question. He leaned back, leaning against the back of the chair, and said with some sighs:

  "The pollution there belongs to the original moon."

  "Original Moon?"

  "He is the incarnation of someone in the starry sky? Is this the reason why almost all good gods and evil gods are hostile to Him? The mother tree of desire believed by the Rose School is also hostile to all good gods and evil gods?"

  Bernadette didn't seem to care about the news of her old father, and turned to ask about the information about the original moon and the mother tree of desire. Renekton

  nodded slightly, then picked up the coffee on the table and took another sip, waiting for Bernadette's next question.

  After a moment's silence, Bernadette asked in a low voice:

  "Can the 'Demon of Knowledge' solve the pollution from the original moon?"

  "'Demon of Knowledge'?"

  Renekton rubbed his chin and muttered for a while before saying:

  "It should be possible, but the Wilderness of Knowledge is still sealed, and the characteristics of the Perfect One are also on Steam. He can't appear in a short time."

  "Seal?" Bernadette asked in confusion, and then asked:

  "What do you think?"

  Renekton looked at Bernadette in surprise. He didn't expect her to ask him so directly. He answered almost without thinking:

  "The True Creator, if He can regain His sanity and take back the first blasphemous slate, He who controls the Chaos Sea can solve the pollution of the original moon."

  "Or the Fool, He can also solve the pollution of the original moon after reclaiming the authority."

  "What authority does the Fool need to reclaim?"

  Bernadette asked.

  Don't consider the True Creator? He has such a bad relationship with people in this world. With a sigh in his heart, Renekton chuckled and responded:

  "Mr. Men, Amon, and Antigonus and Zaratul."

  "." Bernadette was silent for a moment. She even felt that this was more difficult than helping the real Creator regain his sanity and getting the first blasphemous slate.

  In the captain's room of the Future,

  Cattleya sat in front of a table with a nautical chart, looking a little uneasy. She was holding a round-bellied fountain pen in her right hand, and next to her was a piece of white paper that had been repeatedly scribbled on. She seemed to be choosing the words to write a letter.

  My act of directly revealing the news to the Queen might arouse the anger of Mr. Fool. The anger from a great being is definitely not something I can bear.

  I hope it will not implicate the crew of the Future. Perhaps, I need to make some preparations for possible changes.

  Cattleya frowned and fell into deep thought. She did not regret telling the mysterious queen some information without permission, but she was worried that the anger would affect the Future.

  Just as she was about to pick up the pen, her inspiration was suddenly touched. She quickly stood up and looked at the bay window.

  There was a light that could not be seen by most extraordinary people. This light had no entity, as if it was composed of a lot of complicated information.

  After pouring into Cattleya's captain's room, these lights quickly shrank and condensed, reconstructing Bernadette's body in the complicated and pure knowledge.

  Cattleya was stunned for a moment when she saw the familiar figure in front of her. She even felt that this scene was a little unreal. Her thoughts seemed to go back to a long time ago, and she recalled the words that she could never forget:

  "Leave, your destiny is not with me."

  Bernadette looked at Cattleya who was a little dazed in front of her and smiled and nodded at her. As she slowly approached, she said:     "You have grown a lot."

  "Queen! You have been promoted to a sage?"

  Cattleya pursed her lips. The questioning words that had been lingering on her lips turned into a simple inquiry with some concern after blurting out.

  Bernadette nodded gently and replied:

  "Yes, I participated in the previous Backlund smog incident."

  "Backlund smog incident? Wasn't that a tragedy caused by a desperate witch? It also involved high-level power?"

  Cattleya asked with some doubts. This was too far from the news she had learned.

  "Desperate witch? She is just a part of it. The incident was created by the witch sect, the Loen royal family, and the Aurora Society. The purpose should be to cover up certain traces."

  "Their action was very successful. The three major churches in Backlund have not found any problems so far."

  Bernadette said with a flat voice.

  Cattleya frowned slightly. She could probably guess that the mysterious queen was involved in the incident and successfully solved the part involving the real creator or the original witch. This must be quite dangerous, and she might even be hated or even retaliated.

  After a moment of silence, she asked again:

  "It sounds like the incident has not really ended yet?"

  "The surface problem has been solved. As for the deeper problems, it depends on whether the three major churches can find anything."

  Bernadette said without much concern, and summoned an invisible servant from behind. The servant held a bound book in his hand.

  She reached out and took the book from the invisible servant, rubbed the cover twice with her fingertips, and then handed it to Cattleya in front of her.

  "What is this?" Cattleya reached out and took it, looking at Bernadette with a puzzled look.

  "Diary, his diary."

  "The 'Fool' is collecting these diaries, and I want to know more about him through this."

  Bernadette did not directly call Roselle's father, nor did she use "He" to refer to him.

  Cattleya opened her mouth slightly, then quickly closed it. She wanted to ask how the other party knew all this, but thinking of the letter she had written before, she quickly understood. The Queen had already gone to Al and came to me after getting some information. This should be something that Mr. Fool has tacitly agreed to.

  "Queen, I..."

  "You have made great progress in these years. Although you are still not very mature, you can be regarded as a person who can stand on your own."

  "Come to Lasha in a while. I have something to give you. After that, I will go to the Misty Sea to find a primitive island."

  Bernadette's voice seemed a little low, as if she herself didn't know if this was the right choice. He told me all this just to hope that I could find that primitive island. Why did he think I could find a place that the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of Steam could not find.

  As her thoughts diverged, her whole body suddenly became empty, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, surging like a torrent and leaving the Future.

  "I can."

  Cattleya stared at the place where Bernadette disappeared. She wanted to ask if she could go to the foggy sea with her, but she couldn't say it.

  She pursed her lips in annoyance, then sat back in her seat and opened the bound diary in her hand to read. Chapter 348 Master of Prophecy

  On Monday morning, Renekton and Bugs Bunny were lying on the sofa at the opposite ends of the hotel, flipping through books with one hand and feeding fruit with the other hand.

  The only difference was that Bugs Bunny was reading children's picture books, while Renekton was reading books that recorded various ritual magic taken from the library deep in the spirit world.

  A not-too-thick children's picture book could not withstand Bugs Bunny's reading, and he turned to the last page in a few seconds.

  He curled his lips, closed the picture book, threw it on the table beside him, and then began to concentrate on eating the fruit.

  When it almost felt full, it reluctantly put down the green fruit in its hand and looked at Renekton and said:

  "Boss, do I have to follow that cold Klein later?"

  "Cold Klein? And the hot Klein?"

  Renekton glanced sideways at Bugs Bunny who was lying on the sofa rubbing his belly with amusement. After thinking for a while, he continued:

  "I will go to the God-forsaken Land later. It is not suitable for you. Even for farmers, it is difficult to grow fresh fruits there."

  "You can choose to go to the southern continent, or continue to follow Klein for a while."

  "Why do you have to follow Klein?"

  Bugs Bunny asked without quite understanding.

  Renekton sat on the sofa in a semi-reclined position, finished the fruit in his hand in two bites, and threw the core into the trash can not far away. Then he answered Bugs Bunny's question:

  "For a dice that can turn by itself."

  "It is an item of destiny. It is best to wait for it to appear naturally. Overly active pursuit may lead to unexpected accidents."

  Bugs Bunny nodded and said,

  "Then I will follow the cold Klein for a while."

  Renekton chuckled and praised it with a smile. When the words came to his lips, he suddenly paused, his eyes suddenly dazed, as if a bright star flashed in his eyes.

  In just a moment, his eyes became extremely deep, like the sea before the storm, his eyes obviously lost focus, and his eyes were blank.

  He saw a vast silver river with no visible starting point or end point.

  Looking closely, the long silver river is made up of countless dense patterns and symbols, forming one wheel after another connected to each other. There are different symbols around each wheel, representing different futures.

  The River of Destiny!

  The moment he saw the long silver river, Renekton had an epiphany. This was the real River of Destiny, not the projection formed by the intersection of the destiny trajectories of the surrounding things as the prophet had seen before.

  As he looked at the River of Destiny, a vague picture emerged in his mind:

  eyes without eyelashes, cold and indifferent, with countless bright stars, appeared. Some of them were on people, some were in the air, some were in the shadows on the ground, and some were in the gaps of the surrounding buildings.

  They were densely packed, countless, with a strange sense of voyeurism, as if each eye was a living thing, and like a whole.     In the center of these eyes, where they all stared, there was an illusory figure. Part of his body retained flesh and blood, and part of it turned into a disembodied "light" composed of a stream of complex information.

  This is me! The me when I became a sage! The me who established a connection with the wilderness of knowledge!

  A strong intuition spread in Renekton's heart. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but he was sure that this was still a predetermined future, a future that he could not stop.

  A strong sense of oppression spread from him. At this moment, he was no longer a mystic, but a master of prophecy!

  Bugs Bunny, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, stiffened instantly, and couldn't even blink his eyes. He felt that there were many eyes in the invisible places around him. Even on his body, in his hair, and in the shadows under him, there were eyes opening one by one, watching everything here indifferently and evilly. It

  was three o'clock in the afternoon in Backlund time.

  In the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog, patches of crimson light rose, and blurred figures appeared here one after another.

  Renekton glanced around casually, then rested his elbows on the mottled long table in front of him, kneading his forehead with his right hand.

  The sudden promotion made him feel a little uncomfortable, especially the picture of the future he saw. Although he didn't know the exact time, it wouldn't be too far away.

  Another new member? Or a lady. Well, Mr. "White Tower" doesn't look very happy. Is this why he wants me to provide some psychological help? He had expected this? As

  soon as "Justice" Audrey stood up, she keenly noticed the changes in today's Tarot Club. She glanced at the world thoughtfully. Women were on one side, men were on the other side, and Mr. "World" was in the middle. Could it be that he was not a human being, or was he neither male nor female?

  Audrey quickly gathered her thoughts, stood up and faced the Fool, and saluted with a brisk tone:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  After greeting the Fool, Audrey, the Justice, did not sit down, but turned her eyes to the Hanged Man Alger beside her and said with a smile:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."

  She greeted everyone in turn according to the time when each person joined the Tarot Club:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. White Tower." "Good afternoon, Mr. Sun."

  After this round of greetings, the newly joined Hermit Cattleya also knew everyone here.

  Miss Audrey is really as meticulous and considerate as always. It should be sighed that this Tarot Club cannot be without Miss Justice. Renekton sat in his own seat, scattering his thoughts in his heart.

  Cattleya, the "Hermit" who had just joined the Tarot Club, was also carefully and seriously examining each member here:

  "The Hanged Man", a male in his thirties. He was wearing a robe with storm and wave patterns. Was he from the Church of Storms?

  "The Sun", a male who looked young, but whose body size surpassed that of his peers. His dressing style was very rare, with a kind of simple beauty, and suitable for fighting. Was he a warrior-path Extraordinary?

  "The Magician", a young female, wearing a Loen-style skirt, had no special features and was the easiest to be ignored, so he should be paid more attention to.

  "The Moon", a young male, with a very casual posture, black hair and red eyes, and was wearing a priest robe of the Church of the Earth. There was only one possibility: another vampire who was influenced by the Church of the Earth.

  When Cattleya, the "Hermit", followed the introduction of Audrey, the "Justice", and looked at the many members of the Tarot Club, Audrey was also observing this new member.

  A very cautious lady with rich experience in the mysterious extraordinary world. She is very confident in her observation or eye-related abilities. This may be related to her own path. When I introduced Mr. White Tower, her reaction was very flat. It seems that she has known him for a long time. Is she the candidate recommended by Mr. White Tower to Mr. Fool? When?

  While thinking, Audrey cast a questioning look at Cattleya. Seeing that the other party quickly reacted, she nodded and replied:

  "Hermit."

  Hermit? Is this the tarot card that corresponds to her own path? Or is it a title that was randomly selected?

  While thinking, Audrey, "Justice", smiled and replied:

  "Justice."

  "Good afternoon, Ms. Hermit."

  Cattleya nodded slightly and made a judgment in her heart. She looks optimistic and lively. She is good at observing the emotions of people around her and making the most appropriate response. She is a bit like an extraordinary person of the audience path. She is not very old, but she is very active and graceful. She seems to be a noble of high status, a Loen noble?, Chapter 349: Roselle's Diary

  After Audrey "Justice" finished her round of greetings, she turned to the head of the mottled long table and said,

  "Mr. 'Fool', I only collected one page of Roselle's diary this time."

  Roselle's Diary. Mr. "Fool" is indeed collecting these diaries. Can He understand this strange text?

  Cattleya "Hermit" pondered for a moment. After Audrey "Justice" sat back in her seat, she imitated Audrey's actions just now, stood up and saluted to the figure at the top of the mottled long table and said,

  "Mr. 'Fool', I have collected some of Emperor Roselle's diaries. I wonder how I should present them to you?"

  Hmm? Ms. "Hermit" also has Roselle's diary? Isn't this her first time to participate in the Tarot Club? Klein's puzzled eyes stayed on Cattleya for a moment, and then quickly retracted.

  She called Emperor Roselle with a respectful tone. It seemed that in her mind, Roselle was more of an admirable elder? And she also collected his diary. It seems that the rumors are not true. She did not really break up with the mysterious queen. The two sides even retained a certain connection. The diary in her hand should have come from the mysterious queen.

  None of them took the words of the "Fool" to heart. In a blink of an eye, the information was revealed to the mysterious queen. Klein's eyes wandered between Renekton and Cattleya. He had figured out what was going on.

  "The Hanged Man" Alger slightly changed his sitting posture, and one thought after another emerged in his mind. Could it be her? According to rumors, Admiral Xing had already broken up with the mysterious queen, but this was just a rumor and might not be true.

  She was not surprised that Roselle's notes were actually diaries, and she collected these diaries even though she could not decipher them. Unless these diaries have additional meaning to her, such as giving them to the mysterious queen.

  "Justice" Audrey's eyes inadvertently swept over Cattleya. "Hermit" Ms. had the diary of Emperor Roselle when she first attended the Tarot Club? Did she already know that Mr. Fool was collecting these, or did she have a deep connection with Emperor Roselle, or was she curious and collected these things on a regular basis?

  After a little thought, she raised her hand before Klein the Fool could answer:

  "Just remember every character in the diary, and Mr. Fool will help us materialize it."

  "Mr. Fool follows the principle of equivalent exchange. We can use Roselle's diary to obtain some knowledge or some help from Him. Of course, it needs to be equivalent. You can also accumulate these contributions and exchange them for greater help." Cattleya was

  stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, indicating that she already knew that this was completely different from the way she expected to present it, more mysterious, and more difficult to guess.

  As for equivalent exchange, whether it is really equivalent, isn't it all decided by Mr. Fool?

  After a slight hesitation, she said calmly,

  "I understand, but I only remember the contents of one diary. The rest can only wait until the party."

  At the top of the mottled long table, Klein, whose figure was shrouded in a thick gray mist, leaned back slightly and spoke in a leisurely tone, as if he didn't care,

  "Okay."

  Soon, Klein finished reading Roselle's diary presented by the Tarot Club members. He leaned back casually, and the Roselle diary in his hand disappeared automatically. He looked around at everyone and said with a smile,

  "You can start."

  With the approval of Mr. Fool, Emlyn the Moon changed his sitting position. Even though he lowered his voice, he couldn't hide his excitement and said,

  "Mr. 'Hanged Man', I'm ready. When can you get the legacy of the blood baron? You mentioned last time that it was in the hands of a big pirate."

  Big pirate. Is he the spy of the Church of Storms among the pirates? Cattleya glanced sideways and glanced at the location of Alger, the "Hanged Man".

  The Hanged Man Alger maintained his expression, looked at Emlyn the Moon beside him, and said calmly:

  "I will get it for you within this week. Finally, let's confirm the price. 4,000 pounds, is that okay? And my commission is 300 pounds."

  If the White Tower hadn't reminded the vampire last time, I would have directly offered 4,500 pounds. The Hanged Man felt a little depressed when he thought that he had lost 500 pounds because of Renekton's reminder last time.

  Emlyn the Moon's face froze, and then he bit his tongue and said:

  "Okay."

  The Church of the Earth is really persistent in persuading vampires. The Hermit Cattleya's eyes lingered on Emlyn the Moon for a while, and she sighed silently in her heart.     Sitting to the right of Emlyn the Moon, Renekton stretched out his hand to rub his chin. He had no need for anything at the Tarot Club, so his thoughts naturally spread out:

  In dealing with the original Moon believers, Emlyn can be used to seek the help of the vampires. They will definitely be very happy to be able to recover the characteristics of the vampires. It is really not easy to develop the southern continent with cults everywhere!

  After a short silence, Derrick, the "sun" next to Renekton, raised his right hand slightly and said:

  "Who of you has the fruit of the Radiant Contract Tree?"

  He had already exchanged the potion formula of the Sun Priest with Renekton last week, but he has not been able to gather the potion materials.

  Renekton's eyes subconsciously glanced at Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table. Hungry, he was grazing souls with the Sun Path. It seems to be, the Priest of Light? Unfortunately, the little sun is only Sequence Eight.

  After a short period of no one answering, "Hermit" Cattleya decided to intervene in a transaction. She changed her posture slightly and then said:

  "I have it. What can you use in exchange?"

  Renekton clearly felt that the little sun on his right hand was getting excited. He said sincerely:

  "I can provide a list of common monsters in the area around Silver City. You can choose the materials you need from it."

  Silver City? What is this place? Cattleya was a little confused, but she quickly adjusted her emotions and said in a calm voice:

  "I need to see which common monsters around Silver City are making decisions."

  "Okay."

  Under the gaze of the Tarot Club, Little Sun Derrick agreed to Cattleya's request without hesitation.

  Mr. "Sun", he is really as simple as ever. "Justice" Audrey sighed silently in her heart.

  What a stupid guy "Moon" Emlyn was disdainful of the naive character shown by the little sun.

  He wanted to remind him, but when he thought of the other party arguing with him before, he felt a little angry. This stupid guy deserved to be used by these cunning humans.

  Soon, the transaction of the Tarot Club came to an end.

  "Magician" Fors and "Hanged Man" Alger originally intended to buy, but one had no money and the other was wary of Cattleya. In today's transaction, they basically just watched.

  Seeing that today's transaction was about to end, Klein manipulated his trumpet "World". After looking around, he said in a hoarse voice:

  "I need the eye of the six-winged gargoyle."

  "Hermit" Cattleya glanced at the "World" which was particularly gloomy and introverted because Klein was not proficient in operation. She said at a moderate speed:

  "300 pounds, or gold coins of equal value."

  This was because she noticed that the previous transactions were all made with Loen's gold pounds, so she deliberately changed her words.

  As expected of a pirate general who controls a pirate group and has a huge force behind him. Klein sighed in his heart, then manipulated the "world" and replied in a low voice:

  "Okay."

  After a short silence, Klein saw that no one had made a trade request, so he chuckled and said:

  "You can communicate freely."  Chapter 350 Happy New Year!!

  Hearing Mr. Fool's words, the Hanged Man Alger stretched his body and looked around at everyone, deliberately avoiding the newly joined Hermit Cattleya and looking at Justice and the Magician who were sitting across the mottled long table.

  He tried to make his tone seem calm, as if he was narrating a rumor he had heard from pirates:

  "The Rhoside Archipelago has not been peaceful recently."

  "What happened?"

  Justice Audrey asked curiously.

  "The Hanged Man" Alger shook his head slightly, as if he didn't understand it very well. After pondering for a moment, he continued:

  "A battle involving multiple demigods took place in Bayam, the 'City of Generosity'. Their battlefield broke out from the Loen settlement in the city, and was finally forcibly transferred to the sea by the 'Sea King'."

  "That night, the bright sunlight illuminated the entire Bayam. The violent storm, terrible sonic boom and continuous lightning... The most intuitive feeling given to people was: a terrible natural disaster!"

  He did not describe it in too much detail. Although he was in Bayam and in the Church of Sea Waves at the time, he did not even have the mood to watch a battle of this level. He just avoided the storm while paying attention to the weather changes on the sea.

  The Hanged Man Alger looked around and saw that the Tarot Club members were either shocked, confused, or calm. He paused for a moment and continued,

  "A member of the Moss Ascetic Order disguised himself as an archaeologist and took something from an ancient elven ruin on Simim Island, which indirectly led to the collapse of the local 'sea god' Kalvetuwa."

  "The Storm Church attaches great importance to this and is seeking members of the Moss Ascetic Order throughout the Rorsted Sea."

  At this point, he glanced at the Hermit Cattleya and saw that there was no obvious change in her expression, so he continued,

  "When the 'sea god' fell into an inevitable collapse, he tried to create a tsunami to bury all the creatures in the Rorsted Sea with him."

  "But it was suppressed by the Sea King of the Church of the Storm. Strangely, after this incident, the devout believers of the Sea God can still occasionally get a response."

  Renekton leaned lazily on the high-backed chair, his eyes cast towards the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top, and then quickly retracted them.

  Alger, the "Hanged Man" who had been observing the reactions of the crowd, did not miss this detail. He leaned back gently on the back of the chair, and his thoughts began to diverge:

  "The reaction of the White Tower was very calm. He also knew about this? And he subconsciously looked at Mr. Fool because he felt that this matter was related to Mr. Fool?"

  Kalvetuwa fell into an inevitable collapse. After trying to bury everyone with him and being stopped by the Sea King, it began to respond to believers again?

  Cattleya frowned slightly. As a pirate general, she didn't know much about Kalvetuwa, but she definitely knew a lot. In her understanding, the Sea God should have fallen after the final madness.

  While thinking, her inspiration was touched and she responded to a scene. It was the scene when she was just pulled into the palace above the gray fog by Mr. Fool.

  The scepter in Mr. Fool's hand at that time exuded the breath of divinity, the breath of the sea and storm that was almost tangible!

  This. It was no longer the "God of the Sea" who responded to the believers again, but Mr. Fool. Was he secretly eroding the power of the storm? Or was he planning something else.

  Subconsciously, Cattleya turned her head to look at the top of the mottled long table, at the figure shrouded in gray fog.

  Why did Ms. Hermit look at Mr. Fool? What did she know? Audrey, who had always been paying attention to Cattleya, noticed her movements keenly.

  She was confused for a while, and soon, a bold idea took shape in her heart. Could it be that Mr. Fool was the one who responded to the believers of the "God of the Sea" now?

  Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked at the figure at the top.

  Following the actions of several people in succession, the slightly slow-reacting "Magician" Fors and "Moon" Emlyn also turned their heads to look at Mr. Fool at the top.

  Little Sun Derrick didn't know much about the things outside the God-Forsaken Land, nor did he have much interest in them, but when he saw everyone looking at Mr. Fool, he subconsciously followed suit.     Klein manipulated his trumpet "World" and was half a beat slower than everyone else who was looking at him.

  When all the members of the Tarot Club looked at him, Klein leaned back in his chair and chuckled, saying in a leisurely tone:

  "Kavetuva's characteristics come from a part of the 'Natural Disaster' Cosinamu that was separated. With the 'Book of Natural Disasters' taken away, it inevitably collapsed and then died."

  "'Book of Natural Disasters', is this what the Moss Ascetic Order took from the ancient elf ruins on Simim Island?"

  While Alger, the "Hanged Man", was mumbling silently in his heart, a bold idea took shape in his mind. Mr. "Fool" seemed to have participated in this matter and gained something from it. Now, the one who responded to the "Sea God" believers might be Mr. "Fool"!

  As the idea emerged in his mind, he subconsciously stared at the figure at the top of the mottled long table, and then quickly retracted his gaze and glanced elsewhere.

  During this process, he unconsciously glanced at Renekton, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged in his heart.

  Have I seen him? Unlike, a Sequence 5 or even Sequence 4 Beyonder, even if his appearance is not distinctive, his temperament and sense of danger are enough to make me remember him deeply. Moreover, based on the performance of "White Tower" in the Tarot Club, he does not seem to be the kind of person who is used to covering up or is good at hiding himself.

  It is not a real person, could it be a bounty order?

  As the idea emerged, he recalled that the three portraits handed to him by Bishop Qiao Geli in the Church of the Waves were of him! "Arsonist" Al, the demigod of the Church of Knowledge, the one who fought with the Saint of the Rose School in Bayam!

  Hmm? What is the Hanged Man looking at me for? His emotions fluctuated a little, and he was a little slow to recognize me. The Church of the Storm has issued so many wanted orders, but he only recognized me now.

  Renekton looked back at "Hanged Man" Alger, a not-so-obvious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he turned his head and retracted his gaze.

  Sure enough, the one who responded to the believers of "Sea God" now was Mr. "Fool"! Can the current Poseidon Church be considered a subordinate force of our Tarot Club? "Justice" Audrey was very excited and thought about it.

  Is that scepter the remnant of Kalvetuva's characteristics? How did Mr. "Fool" get it? While thinking, Cattleya cast her eyes on Renekton beside her.

  From what I have observed, the only one in the Tarot Club who is capable of participating in such things is him.

  After everyone fell into contemplation for a while, Klein manipulated his trumpet "World" and coughed lightly, pulling everyone back to their thoughts.

  Then he asked himself and responded to himself, and manifested a portrait. After showing it to the people on both sides of the mottled long table, he said in a hoarse voice:

  "Do any of you know her?"

  Red hair, female, and at this time, Tracy's lover. As his thoughts turned, Renekton chuckled and said:

  "Are you interested in a bloody love story?"

  Love story? But what kind of strange description is "bloody"? .Fors, the "magician" who was particularly sensitive to the word "story", looked at Renekton, and then looked at the portrait displayed by the "world" again.

  "Hermit" Cattleya looked at Renekton strangely, and then said in a steady voice:

  "Red-haired Elaine, with the blood of the Intis Soren family, is a ruined noble lady."

  "She used to be a sea merchant, and it is said that she was captured by the 'sick girl' Tracy."