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 Chapter 376 Speculations

  Not long after Azik and the prophet's clone left, a crimson light rose again in the endless gray fog.

  Klein looked sideways and found that it was not those who had already established a connection with this place who recited my name?

  With a little doubt, he extended his spirituality to touch the newly emerged crimson star. As the crimson light expanded, a clear picture emerged:

  a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child who looked like a rich or noble family in the Intis region was holding a sacrificial ceremony in a dark room, and the object being sacrificed was the petrified Renekton.

  Klein carefully looked at the young man who was sacrificing to him. His mental body was covered with a layer of gray, and there were faint strange and three-dimensional talisman symbols, which looked very similar to the pattern on Angerwede's scales.

  Did He hypnotize someone to sacrifice to me out of caution? Or are you too lazy to collect the materials needed for the sacrifice, so you just hypnotize a poor guy who likes mysticism and ask him to change the original ceremony to a sacrifice ceremony directed at me?

  After looking at the hypnotized young man for a moment and confirming that there was no hidden danger, Klein directly responded to the ceremony and took the gray-white stone statue that Renekton had transformed into to the gray fog.

  "I didn't expect that the first person to reach this gray fog in his true form would be in this way."

  Klein couldn't help but mutter as he looked at the gray-white stone statue in front of him. He could even see the surprised, stunned and terrified expression of Renekton frozen on the stone statue.

  The expression was quite rich. This scene can be kept as a souvenir, so that he won't take out the portrait of me disguised as Elaine in the future.

  As his thoughts turned, he had already opened his spiritual vision and looked at the stone statue more carefully.

  He could still observe the spiritual body and the astral body, but the mental body and the etheric body had completely lost their color. This is, the body is petrified, but the soul is still retained? How to solve this problem?

  Klein waved his hand and summoned the sun brooch placed in the pile of miscellaneous items, as well as the black emperor card that was turned upside down on the table.

  He poured some spirituality into it, creating a very high level of sun holy water. A golden translucent liquid floated up and was poured onto the gray stone statue.

  He waited quietly for a moment, without observing any reaction. I can't think of any way. I hope your clone knows how to save you.

  As he spoke, he spread his spirituality and touched the deep red star representing the prophet's clone, passing the information over.

  After doing all this, he spread his spirituality to wrap himself, simulated the feeling of falling, and left the space above the gray fog.

  Only a gray stone statue was left standing alone in the boundless gray fog.

  In the library deep in the spiritual world, a thick gray fog suddenly surged in front of the prophet's clone. As the deep red light continued to surge, a somewhat blurry picture appeared in front of him:

  in the thick gray fog, a gray stone statue stood quietly.

  Although it was not very clear, he could be sure that it was the petrified body.

  "I can't remove this petrification. You can ask the God of Knowledge or the Hidden Sage for help."

  Klein's slightly helpless voice echoed directly in his mind.

  Can't the petrification be removed by relying on Sefirah Castle? That's right. After all, Klein is still just a faceless man. If he is still a miracle worker, it may be possible.

  As his thoughts floated, the prophet's clone put the book in his hand back to the bookshelf beside him. His eyes bloomed with a bright light blue light, and his figure gradually became transparent, as if it were an aggregate of countless starlight.

  As his body completely transformed into a starlight state, his figure instantly shattered, turning into a bright starlight that surged, rushing out of the library and into the real world.

  Bayam, in the hotel in the dock area.

  Klein moved his body that had not moved for a long time, and then walked to the door, ready to tell Bugs Bunny who was still guarding the hall outside that his boss had been rescued.

  Dong! Dong! Dong! The knock on the door sounded, and as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, the appearance of the person knocking on the door appeared in his mind.

  With a creak, Klein opened the door. He chuckled and greeted the person who had just knocked on the door,

  "Mr. Azik, thank you for your help!"     "After Al recovers, you can ask him for some information directly. In return for helping him, I think even if he doesn't know the answer, he knows where to get it."

  Azik nodded with a slight smile and said,

  "I will."

  "Since it's over, I'm going to leave here. Some of the previous events reminded me of some vague past events. I plan to go to the places in my memory to have a look."

  "You need to be careful recently. It's best to leave Bayam directly. The Storm Church seems to have angels or more special level 0 seals staying here. "He" has not concealed his existence. It should be that the things that happened during this period have stimulated them."

  The angel Storm Church is really angry. Yes, what happened in the Rorsted Islands during this period is simply a provocation to the Storm Church again and again.

  Klein pondered and nodded and said,

  "I will pay attention. I also have the identity of an official informant. As long as there is no problem with my identity, I will be safe in Bayam."

  Azik nodded lightly, without saying anything more, leaving only one sentence:

  "Write to me if you encounter anything."

  Then his figure suddenly became transparent and quickly disappeared in front of Klein.

  "This ability to freely travel through the spirit world is really enviable!"

  On the other side, Danitz, who had already stood up from his easy chair, sighed in agreement with Klein's thoughts.

  His eyes fell on Klein with curiosity, and his throat moved slightly, as if he was swallowing saliva to suppress his excitement.

  Klein maintained his character and looked at Danitz expressionlessly.

  "Ahem~ That gentleman just now. Is he also a saint walking on the earth?"

  Danitz took a few steps closer and said with a flattering smile.

  Klein stared at Danitz with cold eyes. After the other's face changed from a flattering smile to uneasiness, he retracted his gaze and uttered a few words in a flat voice:

  "Guess."

  I guess you big-headed doll But the gentleman just now mentioned the angels of the Church of Storms in a very flat tone, just like when I mentioned "Bucket" and them. He is very likely a powerful saint close to angels!

  The power behind this guy Gehrman Sparrow is extraordinary. They just sent out a saint casually. Moreover, he seems to have a good relationship with this guy Gehrman. Can this wooden guy maintain interpersonal relationships?

  After thinking for a while, Danitz regained his senses and his eyes wandered. He cleared his throat and said in a flattering tone:

  "Um, do you know where the boss of that rabbit is? I have packed my luggage and can return to the Golden Dream at any time."

  After saying that, he also observed Klein's expression, and after confirming that the other party had no objection, he added:

  "I have paid the fee for this hotel and paid it three days later. I have also listed some private Beyonder gatherings in Bayam."

  While speaking, he pointed to the coffee table on the side. Klein looked in the direction of his finger and saw a piece of white paper pressed by a cup.

  "However, it is unlikely that these Beyonders will be able to hold gatherings in the short term. Many of them have even begun to plan to flee Bayam."

  "With so many battles between High-Sequence Beyonders happening in such a short period of time, the entire Rorsted Sea is likely to become a dangerous place in the eyes of pirates and adventurers. If you dare to stay here, you might be affected by a sudden outbreak of battle and report to the underworld or Storm Abyss."

  The disaster of the Rorsted Archipelago. There is really no honorific name that is called in vain. Klein sighed silently in his heart. Chapter 377 Instinct-Based

  Madness In a remote warehouse in the port of Seville, Feynaport.

  Brilliant starlight burst out from the world, hovering in the air, merging, and in just a moment, it reunited into a human form.

  The human form formed by the starlight walked a few steps on the ground, and the figure of the prophet's clone reappeared in the flickering light.

  "The simulated ability is indeed not natural enough."

  He muttered to himself and walked to a corner on the side, where there were still the ritual materials left over from his previous sacrifice of food above the gray fog.

  After taking a long breath, he began to arrange the ceremony of receiving the gift. After preparing the candles, herbal powder, spiritual materials, and the symbol representing the "Fool", he stepped back and gently poked his fingers to create several flames and lit the candles.

  He summoned an invisible hand to throw essential oils, herbal powder and other things into the candle flame, and the candle flame suddenly jumped up and was stained with a layer of green. The faint fragrance of herbs instantly filled the surroundings.

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."

  "Your loyal servant prays for your attention;"

  "Pray for you to open the door to the kingdom;"

  Klein responded quickly. In less than three minutes, the gray-white stone statue transformed by Renekton appeared in front of the prophet's clone.

  He stared at the gray-white stone statue in front of him with a deep gaze, and his eyes were covered with a layer of light blue. No matter from which angle, this is an ordinary stone that cannot be more ordinary. Directly changing the structure of matter fundamentally, although unscientific, is very mystical.

  With a little sigh, he directly adjusted the existing ritual on the ground and changed it to a ritual pointing to the hidden sage, and then recited aloud:

  "The sage who sees through the world, the eyes that peek into the truth, the incarnation of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers."

  As the spell was recited, a layer of darkness suddenly enveloped the warehouse, and both the sound and the flow of air became static at this moment.

  ".Secret?"

  The prophet's clone frowned slightly. His intuition had some premonitions. The hidden sage seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

  His inspiration was suddenly touched. Something extremely dangerous, extremely terrible, and unbearable to look at was coming.

  The strong intuition of danger made him subconsciously close his eyes and use his spirituality to block all his perception of the outside world.

  As he moved, an illusory light suddenly surged out of the warehouse. This light seemed to be composed of a stream of complex and pure information. It rushed from an unknown place and directly enveloped Renekton, who had turned into a gray-white stone statue.

  ".Knowledge, civilization, truth"

  ".Essence, root, glory, truth, and persistence"

  Renekton, whose consciousness had fallen into darkness, suddenly regained some consciousness. He heard rustling sounds, which made him feel irritated for no reason.

  These voices seemed to come from different people and different places. They were praying to something with different accents. These voices mixed together and seemed a bit noisy. No matter how hard he tried to distinguish them, he could only hear some sporadic fragments in a blur of words.

  What was going on? I have come to the underworld? Am I going to die so carelessly?

  As his thoughts turned, he felt his mind become more active, and even the sounds around his ears became clearer.

  "The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization."

  Although the voices were still a bit overlapping, at least he could distinguish the clearer parts.     This is the sound of prayer, a prayer to the Wilds of Knowledge. Why did it appear in my ears? Did I return to the Wilds of Knowledge directly after I died? But shouldn't it still be sealed in the Western Continent?

  Following the connection of the prayer sound, he cast his "sight" over and saw figures undulating on the sea. Are they Naga? There are also some dark-skinned, dark-skinned figures with obvious southern continental ancestry wearing black classical robes, dressed like wizards in the Quaternary Period.

  One of the figures is extremely pious, as if he is a loyal believer who has dedicated his body and soul to the great existence. The sound of his prayer is also the most obvious. As Renekton cast his eyes, he saw the other person's appearance and heard the other person's voice clearly:

  a black robe with strange symbols and patterns, a black pointed hat, deep and spiritual eyes, dressed like a wizard in folklore legends, he seems to be in a cabin.

  Ethan, he is actually a devout believer of the Wilds of Knowledge. Is this the source of the familiar feeling when I first saw him?

  As he actively listened and established connections, the prayers echoed in his ears more and more. He had an irresistible urge to force knowledge into these people's minds.

  He felt that his mind was becoming cold and crazy, wanting to tear everything down and assimilate everything.

  This madness that constantly attacked his reason was like the one he felt when he took the potion to advance. It was the most primitive and instinctive madness and desire hidden in the potion and in himself.

  When reason was constantly eroded and oppressed, those rustling and annoying prayers became the best way to relieve stress.

  These prayers were like anchors fixed in the deep sea, preventing his reason from being overwhelmed by primitive desires and instinctive madness.

  Is this the meaning of anchors to angels and gods?

  As time went on, he gradually found a balance point, like a ship trapped in a storm, although it was shaking, it would not be directly capsized.

  In the depths of his consciousness that was submerged in darkness, many eyes suddenly grew out, cold and indifferent, eyes without eyelashes, and each eye seemed to contain a brilliant galaxy.

  "Hidden Sage?"

  The eyes around him looked at him without blinking, only the starlight in those eyes was flowing and flickering. Just when he thought that the other party would not answer him, a faint, emotionless voice directly echoed in his mind.

  "Find more humanity and create more anchors."

  "If your humanity cannot compete with the madness I have accumulated, the divinity will completely replace you. You don't have much time left."

  It felt like talking to himself. A casual sigh floated through his mind, and Renekton was stunned. Some thoughts that he didn't want to admit surged in his mind.

  After struggling for a moment, he turned to ask other questions:

  "You came at that time? But left quickly without taking me with you, just for now?"

  The indifferent and cold eyes around him calmly looked at Renekton, reflecting the brilliant stars in his eyes, and also conveyed His answer directly to Renekton's mind:

  "Steam noticed there, but you cannot be noticed by Him until you have recovered all of your self."

  "Let Angrewide fight for the authority of the spiritual realm, which can delay the appearance of "God" and win over a qualified psychologist."

  "Increase the forces around the 'Fool'. The sooner the Lord of Mysteries appears, the better it is for us."

  "The 'all-knowing' may have other arrangements, I'm not sure. He is very wise and a reliable collaborator, but not a completely trustworthy collaborator."

  After digesting the information passed to his mind by the hidden sage, he looked up again. The eyes around him that contained the brilliant stars had disappeared, leaving only fragments of starlight floating and deforming, like tiny pixels stacking down.

  In just a moment, the surroundings became a pixelated wilderness, very illusory, as if in an amorphous state. As long as there is enough imagination, the things you see can be outlined into any shape. A kind of enlightenment gradually came to his mind:

  knowledge has no image, it is hidden between everything. Every piece of knowledge has its weight, so it is always stacked from the bottom up. The aggregation of all knowledge, the god of the answer to the ever-changing universe.  Chapter 378 Leaving Bayam

  Renekton felt that his understanding of knowledge had changed. He was no longer as casual as before. Whether it was to acquire knowledge or to spread knowledge, there should be a process, and both harvest and pay are needed.

  My previous approach was closer to the hidden sage, instinctively wanting to spread knowledge and directly collect knowledge that had not yet been mastered.

  While thinking, the layers of light and shadow around him faded, and Renekton's vision became a somewhat dim warehouse.

  A cold wind suddenly blew outside the warehouse, passing through the ventilation window on the top of the wall, bringing a trace of chill into the warehouse.

  A slight chill and empty feeling made Renekton subconsciously look down, and he saw that he had no more cloth on his body except for the "sage's robe". He wrapped the black robe on his body with some discomfort.

  "The death rate of clothes is a bit high. I can't specially create a magical item to wear in the future?"

  After sighing, he casually reached forward, took out an illusory hat from the void, and put it on his head.

  His figure disappeared, hiding all traces.

  "I'm leaving first. You should go back to the Golden Dream."

  As a somewhat erratic voice fell, the prophet's clone could no longer detect the presence of other people around him.

  "Doppelgangers are really the most handy tools."

  He sighed to himself in silence, and then summoned several invisible giant hands to clean up the ritual residues around him. After

  cleaning the warehouse, he looked around and stretched out his hand in the air, slightly turning his wrist. With a light blue light floating, a "door" connecting to the spirit world was opened by him.

  He curled his lips and stepped into it. A light blue wave spread out like water waves, and the warehouse returned to peace again.

  On Monday morning, Renekton's figure wandered in the spirit world area corresponding to Bayam.

  After a night of rest, he had adjusted his state and returned to Bayam.

  After coming here, his intuition had always had a vague premonition that as long as he left the spirit world and descended to the reality of Bayam, he would encounter a strong blow.

  Staring at the real world outside the spirit world, his eyes suddenly became deep, like the sea before a storm, losing focus and looking blank.

  Through the power of prophecy, he saw what he might encounter after leaving the spirit world and descending to Bayam. It was the darkness that made people want to fall asleep and the silver-white lightning that enveloped everything. Does

  the Church of Storms have a seal similar to Arrodes, which can directly lock me within a certain range?

  With a slight sigh, Renekton planned to make some changes and cover up his image and aura.

  His eyes swept casually, and just happened to see a folk herbal medicine store that was not very conspicuous through the spirit world, and saw a chubby owl and a chubby animal trainer.

  Darkwill? He didn't look very good, but there was no sign of his fate being disturbed. Did he not get the probability dice yet? But it should be soon.

  As soon as the idea emerged, a strong sense of danger sounded instantly.

  Without thinking, Renekton reached out his hand and grabbed a layer of invisible things in the void in front of him, covering his body, transforming himself into a non-existent state. With his other hand, he took out an illusory hat and hid his figure.

  As soon as he finished his action, he saw a dark crow flying over the area he had just stared at. There was a circle of white eye shadow on the right eye of this crow.

  Amon's clones are really everywhere. Suddenly appearing in the Rorsted Archipelago, did he notice something or have a premonition of something?

  "The guys who control the power of the fate field are really troublesome. They can always detect any unusual changes at the first time."

  He complained to himself, and took out a piece of letter paper, replaced the pen and ink with the powder material he carried with him, and left a line of handwriting on the letter paper through magic.

  He casually created pieces of starlight, wrapped the letter paper in his hand and flew to other areas of the spirit world, and then rushed into reality.

  In a hotel in the Bayam dock area.

  Danitz was lying in an armchair with a look of despair on his face, chattering,

  "When can I return to the Golden Dream?"

  "A lot of ships traveling to and from Bayam have stopped operating in the past two days. If this continues, I will really become Gehrman Sparrow's personal servant."

  Bugs Bunny was lying on the sofa next to him, eating fruit leisurely. He had already learned from Klein that Renekton had been rescued.     It deliberately grumbled in the direction of Danitz in a way that was just loud enough for him to hear:

  "Well, a rabbit life without worries is really wonderful!"

  This fat shit rabbit! When I return to the Golden Dream, I will invite everyone on the ship to have a rabbit feast with me.

  Danitz closed his eyes in anger. He was afraid that he would see Bugs Bunny's arrogant appearance and would burn all the rabbit fur with fire.

  His inspiration was suddenly touched, and before he could open his eyes, a piece of light yellow paper was already stuck to his face.

  "What is that?"

  He straightened his back in panic and jumped up from the armchair.

  Bugs Bunny also noticed the change, and looked over curiously, and saw a familiar light yellow paper falling on Danitz's face.

  "The boss's letter!" It exclaimed, jumped directly from the sofa, and pounced on Danitz, who stumbled and hit the glass window in front of him, causing the glass window to make a bang.

  Danitz took two steps back, tore off the letter covering his face with one hand, and rubbed his nose with the other.

  Damn rabbit, if I didn't know the body control brought by the hunter potion, I would have been pounced on by it and smashed the glass and fell out of the window.

  He gritted his teeth, but finally couldn't help wanting to scold Bugs Bunny. Before he could open his mouth, the letter in his hand was snatched away by Bugs Bunny, and then jumped off him and returned to the sofa.

  It unfolded the letter in front of it, rubbing its chin with one paw, looking like it was reading the letter seriously.

  This damn fat rabbit likes to study so much, just bring it to the Golden Dream and accept the torture of the morning class every day. Danitz curled his lips in disdain and glared at Bugs Bunny with some anger.

  After a moment, Bugs Bunny handed the letter in his hand to Danitz and said,

  "Well, the boss asked you to buy a ticket. When you leave the waters near Bayam, he will show up and send you back to the Golden Dream."

  "Why didn't you come directly?" Danitz repeated subconsciously.

  "I don't know. The boss didn't say, but the boss asked you to take me with you."

  Bugs Bunny said to Danitz with a grin, showing his two big front teeth.

  Danitz paused when he reached out to take the letter. His good mood of returning to the Golden Dream was instantly ruined.

  In the afternoon, at a dock in Bayam.

  Danitz lined up to board the passenger ship with two suitcases, one large and one small. This was the fastest passenger ship that he could buy tickets for this afternoon, heading to the westernmost island of the Rorsted Archipelago, the Tejativa.

  These sons of bitches, they all chose the cheap cabins to buy, and they were so fast! So I can only buy a first-class cabin. I just want to stay on the ship for a while!

  Danitz felt his heart bleed. Not only did he not gain anything from this vacation, but he also lost a lot of money because of Gehrman Sparrow.

  The only thing he gained was that his bounty increased a lot. These shitty days, fortunately I will soon return to the Golden Dream, and I won't have to see that crazy guy again. And, why is this damn fat rabbit so heavy? Is the meat on its body molten iron?

  Danitz expressionlessly changed the position of the suitcases in his hands, and stretched his right hand, which was a little sore.

  As the crowded crowd continued to move forward, he finally got on the passenger ship and found his room under the guidance of the waiter.

  He pushed the door open impatiently, put down the two suitcases in his hands, and then turned around to close the door.

  "Let me out quickly, I'm suffocating in here."

  Bugs Bunny's voice came from the slightly larger suitcase.

  Danitz curled his lips and deliberately slowed down his movements. After Bugs Bunny slapped the suitcase several times in dissatisfaction, he opened the suitcase.

  As soon as the suitcase was opened, a gray figure rushed out, kicked Danitz, and then jumped onto the single sofa placed against the wall.  Chapter 379 The "God of Death" at the Tarot Club

  It pulled at its vest uncomfortably and muttered to Danitz,

  "It's too stuffy in there, why don't you leave the gap in the suitcase a little bigger?"

  Danitz imitated Bugs Bunny's expression of mockery on him before, looked at Bugs Bunny with disdain and said,

  "Stupid rabbit."

  "If you leave it a little wider, won't you be seen by the passers-by around you?"

  "Now that Bayam is on such strict alert, if your identity as a Beyonder is discovered, you won't even have the chance to chew mud underground in the Church of the Waves. You will directly become an Beyonder and be recycled by them."

  After saying that, he walked straight to the window and looked through the glass window at the passengers who were still boarding the ship and the busy dock.

  He took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly:

  "Free air~Finally got rid of that crazy guy Gehrman Sparrow!"

  "So you chose to return to the Golden Dream and make up for the lessons?"

  Bugs Bunny's voice sounded at an inopportune time, making Danitz's expression stiff. Bullshit, if we don't mention making up for the lessons, we can still be friends. Bah~ This stinky rabbit will never be my "Flame" Danitz's friend.

  After leaving Klein, Danitz completely released his nature. He and Bugs Bunny would occasionally quarrel with each other.

  After waiting for nearly half an hour, the passenger ship finally left the port. Danitz looked at the port gradually disappearing outside the glass window, and his mood was better than ever. After

  another half an hour, the passenger ship had completely left the waters near Bayam. Danitz sat back in a chair with some boredom, staring at the wall clock in a daze.

  After a moment, he turned his head to look at Bugs Bunny lying on the sofa and asked:

  "When will your boss come? Did he leave anything for positioning?"

  "This is the third time you have asked this question!" Bugs Bunny glared at Danitz in dissatisfaction, and then continued:

  "There is no need for positioning, the boss can locate me directly."

  "It seems that you are already impatient."

  Renekton's voice suddenly echoed in the guest room. The light in the guest room suddenly dimmed, and a cold and indifferent eye grew out from the shadows and cracks.

  It was as if this guest room overlapped with an unknown and strange area. Danitz and Bugs Bunny almost looked up at the position in front of the glass window at the same time.

  The original glass window had disappeared, replaced by a chair condensed by starlight. Renekton was sitting on the high-back chair condensed by starlight, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

  Bugs Bunny jumped up from the sofa almost immediately, and landed directly on the tabletop formed by starlight. After carefully looking at Renekton for a moment, it immediately threw itself into Renekton's arms, its voice full of surprise and joy:

  "Boss, you're okay!"

  Starlight filled the air, and the spilled coffee was collected back into the cup. Then Renekton stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers.

  Starlight suddenly filled the surroundings, covering the entire room, and then quickly condensed. A carriage gleaming with bright starlight condensed around the existing seats.

  After he placed Bugs Bunny on the seat next to him, he looked at Danitz who was still in a daze and chuckled:

  "Take your luggage, we're going to the Golden Dream now."

  Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

  In the magnificent palace above the gray fog, crimson light continued to rise. In just a moment, all kinds of figures sat on both sides of the mottled ancient bronze table.

  After adapting to the changes in front of him, Renekton looked directly to his left. There was a figure in the empty space beside him. Although the face was a little blurry, it was very easy to recognize that it was Mr. Azik.     Emlyn the Moon, who was one seat away from Renekton, also found that the seat to his right had been occupied. He did not hide his curiosity and looked at the new member with his chin slightly raised.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  Audrey the Justice was still the first member to stand up and salute the Fool. Following Audrey's words, the others also stood up and saluted the Fool, and then sat down one by one.

  Audrey observed everyone with a happy mood. She keenly discovered that the two members, the Moon and the Sun, had a slight spiritual overflow.

  They got promoted! In these few days!

  New members? Audrey noticed Azik, who was sitting to Renekton's right. She turned her body slightly and prepared to introduce everyone to the new members in the form of greeting each member of the Tarot Club in turn, just like last time.

  The sound of "tap~tap~" sounded, and Audrey turned her head in surprise and saw Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray fog, rhythmically knocking on the edge of the table in front of her.

  Mr. Fool is going to personally introduce this new member to us? His identity must be very special, otherwise, Mr. Fool should have asked me to help everyone get to know each other by saying hello like last time.

  As the thought turned, Audrey "Justice" sat back in her seat, waiting curiously for Mr. "Fool" to introduce this new member.

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, turned everyone's eyes to himself. He leaned back slightly and spoke in a leisurely voice:

  "This is Mr. 'Death'. He doesn't participate in the gathering for a long time. He only comes occasionally."

  In the eyes of the people who were either surprised or inquiring, he turned to introduce the members of the Tarot Club to Azik:

  "This is Mr. 'Hanged Man', this is Miss 'Justice', this is 'Mr. White Tower', and this is..."

  After Klein "The Fool" finished the introduction, Azik smiled and nodded to everyone in turn.

  "The Hanged Man" Alger looked at Azik with a complicated expression. Mr. "Fool" attached great importance to this new member, and he only occasionally attended the party. His identity was very unusual. He represented the will of a big shot? No, if that was the case, he would not occasionally attend the party. He was a big shot himself!

  He only came occasionally. This new member was very special. His clothes and temperament were like a gentle middle-aged gentleman. "Justice" Audrey also looked at Azik and made a corresponding interpretation.

  As a secret peeper, Cattleya could see more, but when she looked at Azik, she always had a dangerous intuitive warning in her heart, which made her subconsciously look away.

  Cattleya looked away casually, not letting Azik appear in her field of vision. She couldn't look at him, it was very dangerous. He was an angel! The angel under Mr. "Fool"'s seat!

  A wave of intense emotions surged in Cattleya's heart. She looked at the figure at the top of the mottled long table with some excitement and astonishment.

  "Sun" Derrick and "Moon" Emlyn did not pay much attention to the new members. One of them was not very concerned about the things outside the God-Forsaken Land, and the other was still obsessed with the joy of being promoted to the Blood Clan Baron.

  As everyone quieted down, "Hermit" Cattleya saw that the others did not want to speak, so she cast her eyes on the figure at the top of the mottled long table, raised her right hand slightly and said:

  "Respected Mr. 'Fool', I have memorized five pages of Roselle's diary."

  This is not the limit of her memory. As an extraordinary person of the Secret Peeping Path, even if she forced herself to memorize five more pages of the diary, it would not be impossible. It is impossible for every page of Emperor Roselle's diary to contain useful content. Mr. Fool should only be looking for a part of it.

  "Hermit" Cattleya's words made "Justice" Audrey a little disappointed and apologized to the "Fool" at the top:

  "I'm sorry, Mr. 'Fool', I haven't been able to contact the members of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society' recently, and I can't provide you with the diary."

  "I haven't been able to collect new diaries either."

  "Magician" Fors said immediately.

  Klein, who was sitting at the top, nodded slightly and said in a tone that seemed to not care about it:

  "Don't worry about it."  Chapter 380 Two Questions

  "Hermit" Cattleya looked at the "Fool" at the top without revealing any emotion. Sure enough, these diaries of the Great Emperor were not that important to Mr. "Fool". What He needed might be the key information recorded on one or several pages.

  She quickly gathered her thoughts and then asked for the help of "Fool". She materialized the diary she had memorized and passed it to Klein.

  Without waiting for too long, Klein waved his hand casually and made the diary disappear from his sight. These were all diaries written by the Great Emperor in his later years. At this time, he seemed to have a premonition that he had left a lot of important content in the diary.

  Haha, this should be the one that Bernadette had selected. Although she could not recognize the content of the diary, she could tell the mood of the Great Emperor when he wrote the diary through the handwriting and roughly judge which ones were more important.

  While thinking, his eyes fell on the Hermit Cattleya, and he chuckled and said,

  "Two questions, or something else, what do you want to exchange for these diaries?"

  Cattleya said without hesitation,

  "I want to ask some questions."

  The Fool Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table, nodded slightly, leaned back slightly, and leaned against the back of the chair, waiting for the Hermit's questions leisurely.

  Cattleya seemed to have prepared the questions long ago, and said in a thoughtful manner,

  "Mr. Fool, are you familiar with Emperor Roselle?"

  The roommate on the next bed. Unfortunately, Klein didn't know this yet. Renekton, who was sitting next to him, smiled, and his thoughts kept spreading.

  Klein was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to ask such a question. He hesitated and considered his words. His voice was full of memories and he spoke leisurely:

  "To some extent, we may be the ones who know each other best."

  The answer of "The Fool" Klein made Cattleya stunned for a moment. This was completely different from the answers she expected. Her thoughts could not help but spread.

  Could it be that Emperor Roselle had also come to this gray fog, but at that time, "The Fool" had not yet awakened, so the emperor only communicated with the other party unilaterally, but even if he fell into a deep sleep, a great being still had a certain perception and response to the outside world, so Mr. "The Fool" started to collect the emperor's diary and explore some truths after he woke up?

  The more Cattleya thought about it, the more she felt that her guess was reasonable. She suppressed her excitement and asked the second question:

  "Respected Mr. Fool, did Emperor Roselle foresee what he would encounter and make some preparations?"

  Cattleya lowered her head in shame. The question she asked could also be seen as two questions. She hoped that Mr. Fool would not mind this.

  Under the gray fog, Klein looked at General Xing Shang who suddenly became more polite to him. The corner of his mouth twitched. It was really realistic. If you were related to the emperor, you would respect him more. If you had a grudge against the emperor, would you betray him and become a traitor? No, you don't have to betray him. She was a traitor.

  After silently complaining in his heart, Klein looked at Cattleya, the Hermit, and said with a smile:

  "He did foresee it and made some preparations."

  However, the probability of failure was high, but not completely. At least there was a possibility of resurrection. Klein added his unfinished words in his heart.

  "Thank you for your answer." Cattleya bowed respectfully to the figure at the top.

  Audrey, who was standing on the side, also withdrew her curious gaze at Cattleya, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. The Hermit was indeed related to Emperor Roselle. The two questions she asked were all about the emperor, and she seemed to hope that the emperor was still alive. Was he a relative of Emperor Roselle? Or a descendant of some loyal subordinates?

  Emperor Roselle, a novel with him as the protagonist would surely be popular in the southern and northern continents. Unfortunately, I dare not write about it. The Magician Fors also had his thoughts.

  Alger, the Hanged Man, glanced at Cattleya without a trace, and a slight ripple rose in his heart. She was still working for the mysterious queen, and the two questions she asked were for the mysterious queen. Did she tell the mysterious queen about the Tarot Club? Mr. Fool must have known, but he did not pursue it. Was it for the sake of Emperor Roselle?

  While everyone was lost in thought, Klein looked around silently and chuckled,

  "You guys start communicating!"

  Renekton turned his head to look at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table, raised his hand slightly and chuckled,

  "I'm going to go to the book world of Groselle's Travels next. If you are interested, you can come and take a look. There is a very interesting place there."

  "Book world? What kind of book world?"     "Justice" Audrey asked out loud with great interest in this topic. At the end, she added:

  "If it involves confidentiality and other matters, just pretend that I didn't ask."

  Although she said this, her green eyes were still staring at Renekton with a sparkling look.

  Renekton chuckled and nodded slightly to Miss Justice, explaining the so-called world in the book:

  "It is a book from the dragon clan that has been passed down since the end of the Second Age. It tells the story of a giant named Grosser going to the Frost Kingdom to defeat the Frost Dragon named Urisan."

  "The world in the book is the experience of their adventures, which is no different from the normal world."

  "If you are interested, you can join. The book will be returned to its owner soon."

  "Justice" Audrey's eyes lit up and she replied happily:

  "If the time does not conflict with my schedule, I am happy to join this exploration!"

  "Magician" Fors raised his right hand at the right time and asked with some expectation:

  "Um, can I join?"

  The world in the book, isn't this equivalent to the novel I wrote becoming a reality? No writer can withstand such a temptation!

  Fors narrowed his eyes slightly, and had already imagined the specific appearance of the world in the book in his mind.

  "Of course." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

  He looked around. Except for Miss Justice, who was very curious, and Forth, the Magician, who was particularly curious about the world in the book, the other members of the Tarot Club did not show much interest.

  Emlyn, who was still immersed in the joy of his promotion to Baron, muttered in his heart. Renekton moved his eyes away without a trace, glanced at the "World" at the bottom, and waited for Klein's answer.

  The gloomy "World" nodded slightly under Klein's control, and said in a hoarse voice:

  "No problem."

  After answering Renekton's invitation, Klein continued to control his trumpet Mr. "World" to look around the crowd, then raised his right hand slightly and said:

  "Who has, or who can get a magical item with strong attack power?"

  While speaking, he turned his eyes to Renekton and Cattleya, as if expecting their answers.

  He guessed about my identity? Is this a test? "Hermit" Cattleya was silent for two seconds, then shook her head and said,

  "If similar items appear at the Beyonder gatherings I attend, I will keep an eye out for you."

  Renekton continued Cattleya's words and replied,

  "I can make it, but I lack the corresponding Beyonder materials."

  "Below Sequence 4, the representatives of powerful attacks must be the Reapers of the Hunter Path and the Ocean Songsters of the Sailor Path. They can both burst out terrifying damage in a short period of time."

  "However, if it is just a one-time item, I can provide a lot."