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Chapter 201 Return to Tingen

   Chapter 201 Return to Tingen

  Woo!

  The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform. The huge steam train locomotive, which was like a monster, dragged more than 20 carriages and slowly stopped.

  Klein, who was wearing a tuxedo and a half-high silk hat, carried an exaggerated suitcase that was not quite proportional to his body size, and took the first step back to Tingen with steady steps. It

  only takes about four hours to take a steam train from Backlund to Tingen in Ahowa County, but the climate of the two places is completely different. Backlund was wrapped in pale yellow fog all day long, and the visibility was extremely poor. Even during the day, gas lamps would be lit on the train platform to prevent it from being too gloomy and dim.

  The sun was almost isolated there. During the time Klein was in Backlund, he only saw the sun once in the afternoon, and that caused the neighbors to exclaim and sigh - it was said that it was the first time in three years that Backlund could see the sun after noon.

  "The air in Tingen is more comfortable." Klein took a deep breath, feeling the warmth and comfort of the September noon sun shining on him, and nodded slightly.

  Then, he followed the golden watch chain and took out a gold watch from his vest pocket. He snapped it open, took a look, and confirmed the time - 12:39 noon, not late.

  But today is Monday, Benson should be at work at this time, and Melissa should still be in school. Maybe I should buy some vegetables and meat and prepare dinner for them as a surprise? Well, before that, I have to fill my stomach first.

  Klein subconsciously glanced at his empty stomach, smelled the fragrance coming from the stalls near the train station, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

  After sitting on the steam train for more than four hours, he was now starving - the food on the train was too expensive, and it looked terrible, so even though he was hungry, Klein chose to wait until he returned to Tingen to find a way to fill his stomach.

  "I'll go home first, and then I'll go to Blackthorn Security Company to report to the captain that I'm safe." Klein put his pocket watch in his pocket, picked up his cane and suitcase, followed the crowd, and slowly walked out of the steam train station.

  Today is Monday, September 17, 1349.

  Since the last conversation with Suya, Klein has been busy for a week.

  First, the neighbor's cat was lost and asked him for help. Then Klein found that the cat named Brody actually stayed in his bedroom and let Moran order it obediently, causing Klein to quickly send the cat back to Lawyer Jurgen's house and apologize without charging any fees.

  Then the process of tracking down the "Zerel Victor Lee" was not smooth. During the period, he not only fully utilized his characteristics of "metaphysical detective", but also borrowed the ability of Moran's cat, but the final result was that he only found the body of the detective Zerel, and Klein himself was hunted down by the East District gangster Zmanger Party.

  After embarrassingly killing a low-sequence Beyonder named Meursault, Klein found himself involved in a huge vortex when communicating with him. This matter was actually related to the ambassador of the Republic of Intis stationed in Backlund, Backlund Jean Martin.

  So between the two options of finding a Beyonder who was powerful enough to solve the problem and asking Suya for help, Klein chose the third option. He bought a steam train ticket to leave Backlund overnight and chose to return to Tingen.

  Suya was amazed at Klein's choice, but he also knew that Klein's current situation was different from the original novel. He still retained his identity as a Nightwatchman in the Church of the Night and did not fake his death. Benson and Melissa thought he was just on a business trip.

  So in this case, it was normal for Klein to choose to return to Tingen. No matter how arrogant the ambassador of Intis was, he would not risk being discovered by the Loen officials for a small Sequence 8 and run to the Nightwatchman branch in the distant Ahowa County to hunt down Klein.   

  Moreover, I'm afraid that from the moment Klein learned that he was still a Nighthawk, he had already planned to go home.

  Thinking of the things that happened during this period of time in the original novel, Su Ya nodded silently, and had no intention of stopping Klein from going home. He even called the Tingen Theater in advance and asked them to perform an additional play "The Return of the Count" on Monday night, and thoughtfully prepared three consecutive tickets for a certain classmate, Xiao Zhou. Well

  , let Mr. Fool and his family watch a play "The Return of the Count" together, and it's done√.

  As for how to make a certain Master Luo fall into the cat's mouth later. Su Ya turned the classical feather pen in his hand and laughed happily.

  In the matter of screenwriting, although he didn't think he was a master, he was at least much better than a certain worthless Ins Pants Luo.

  Klein, who was sitting in the rented carriage, didn't know how a certain charlatan classmate would arrange him. He sat in the carriage, holding a cane and looking out the window, and he was eager to go home.

  He thought of his sister Melissa, who was the youngest but lived like a mother; he thought of his brother Benson, who liked to tell sarcastic jokes and was bald at an early age; he thought of the three of them eating so much that they collapsed in their seats, no one wanted to move, and laughed together. I wonder if

  Melissa's puppet-making skills have improved. I left a large sum of money before I left. Did she buy herself some new clothes and eat better? And Benson, I wonder if he has a favorite lady, and his poor hairline.

  Klein couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. A strong longing surged in his heart. Until this moment, Klein realized that he actually missed Tingen, Benson and Melissa, and this family.

  He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was still alive today - instead of being killed by Ince Zangwill in the Blackthorn Security Company like he remembered before.

  The carriage quickly drove into Daffodil Street. Klein couldn't wait to jump off with his box before the carriage completely stopped. He stood on the wide street and looked at his front door, with a sincere smile on his face.

  "Little Klein? Are you back from your business trip?" Grandma Wendy, who was passing by with a basket of bread, was surprised to see Klein's dusty figure.

  "Yes, I just came back. What are you doing?" Klein nodded politely, then looked at the basket filled with food in Grandma Wendy's hands with a little curiosity and asked.

  "I took a business deal. A new family moved in over there and placed an order for all kinds of food in the store. I just prepared it and was about to send it over." Grandma Wendy smiled.

  "Oh, little Melissa and Benson are out. I won't disturb your family reunion." Grandma Wendy said, smiling and walking to the other side of the street.

  Klein was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the door of No. 2 Daffodil Street open. Melissa and Benson, who were dressed simply, walked out of the house.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 202 Tarot Club

  At 2:45 pm, after a brief reunion with his brother and sister, Klein returned to his bedroom in a good mood, locked the door, drew the curtains and created a spiritual wall.

  After making these preparations, he skillfully took four steps backwards as usual and came to the top of the gray fog.

  Looking at the bronze long table that was still silently existing in the swirling gray fog, and the floating crimson stars around it, Klein took a deep breath. Perhaps because he was finally back to his familiar home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reunion after a long absence. It's

  only been a week since we last met. Klein silently complained to himself in his heart. He sat upright in the high-backed chair of the Fool, extended his spirituality, and touched the crimson stars that symbolized the members of the Tarot Club in a way that responded to his prayers.

  Tingen, in a townhouse near Daffodil Street.

  Suya, who had long changed into a simple linen robe, with a headband covering his eyes and his hair loose, was sitting leisurely in an armchair on the balcony, stuffing a small piece of lemon pudding into his mouth and drinking a sip of sweet iced tea.

  On the table next to him, there was a basket filled with various breads and snacks.

  "The sunshine in Tingen is so good." Suya crossed his legs and turned his head to look at a classical feather pen that was working diligently and conscientiously on another table. The corner of his mouth curled up a little more, and he thoughtfully brought a plate of desserts to 008. The

  classical feather pen - Sealed Item 008 'Pen of Alesukhod' paused for a moment, and then shook the feathers in a very humane way, as if it was out of sight and out of mind, and changed its position to continue writing the script.

  Alas, where can I find a master as considerate as me? Knowing that you like to write scripts, I let you play completely by yourself, and don't learn from that useless garbage Ince Zangwill to meddle.

  Su Ya sighed, took another sip of sweet iced tea, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the afternoon tea time.

  Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and he felt that he was surrounded by thick gray fog. The familiar illusory crimson light surged out like a tide, drowning everything.

  At the same time, in a half-collapsed black and gray tower outside the Silver City, in the residence of Earl Hall in the Queen District of Backlund, and in the captain's room of an ancient sailing ship on the sea. Each figure closed his eyes and let the crimson tide swallow him.

  Above the gray fog, in the palace that looked like a giant's residence.

  Klein, who had activated his spiritual vision, examined several Tarot Club members and confirmed their current status.

  Well, Miss Justice is still so happy and active, and there is no change at all. It seems that she has not been troubled by being monitored and protected during this week. Little Sun is also similar to before, but he seemed a little nervous just now, and he obviously relaxed when he saw me. Is he on a mission in the Silver City? The mood of the Hanged Man is a bit strange, with a mixture of excitement, desire, and fear. If I hadn't been above this gray fog and my status had obviously increased, I would have found it difficult to fully understand his mood.

  As for a certain Wheel of Fortune, well, Suya's mood has never changed at all, as if he has always been observing everything calmly and rationally.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  After Audrey, the Justice, greeted cheerfully, she suddenly saw the usually cautious and taciturn Hanged Man make a gesture and took the initiative to speak:   

  "Mr. Fool, I got a total of 19 pages of Roselle's diary this time."

  "Here, I must thank you for sending your Favored Ones to help me get rid of Qilingos. These diaries are the reward I should pay!"

  19 pages? Not bad, Mr. Hanged Man, but Mr. Azik is not my Favored One. Well, but Wheel of Fortune should be considered as one, but Suya probably thought that this Favored One was Klein Moretti, right?

  Klein glanced at Suya who was sitting upright through the gray fog without attracting attention. He didn't say much about the Favored Ones and smiled calmly, "This is the principle of equal exchange."

  As expected of Mr. Fool, who is served by angels! His attitude towards Qilingos is so casual and he doesn't take it seriously at all. Qilingos is just a small Sequence 6. What qualifications does he have to be valued by such a big shot?

  Alger was excited. He turned to think that he was right in front of this great being, being watched by Him and trading with Him, and he was still a small Sequence 7. Unimaginable excitement and satisfaction filled his heart.

  Alger suppressed his surging guilt, lowered his head and said humbly: "My current memory limit is six pages. Please allow me to give it to you in several times."

  As he spoke, he materialized the diary page by page and respectfully presented it to the Fool at the head of the long table.

  Audrey, who was watching this scene, glanced at the diaries and was very curious about the contents. Emperor Roselle's diary was so valued by Mr. Fool, it must contain many mysteries. I wonder when I will be qualified to ask Mr. Fool to let me learn these contents.

  There is also the matter of bounty. Although Mr. Fool doesn't care about a pirate general carrying a magical item, Mr. Wheel of Fortune has also made a move, and there is also Mr. Favored of the High Sequence. I can't accept these bounties by myself.

  Su Ya smiled and watched this scene without saying a word. It's only been a week since I last saw him. How come Klein's deception level has improved again? Even the biggest troublemaker of the Tarot Club in the early stage, the Political Commissar, was fooled. You are worthy of it, Mr. Fool.

  He had no consciousness that his appearance had frightened a certain Mr. Hanged Man, and began to wonder when Klein could pull up the "world" - without the world, the Tarot Club would be soulless.

  Shrouded in thick gray fog, Klein held the six-page diary, lowered his eyes, and read the contents:

  "On December 16, I contacted the poor guy who was trapped in the depths of the storm and lost in the darkness again."

  "He called himself Mr. 'Door' and tried to teach me a complicated and difficult ritual, asking me to help him return to the real world, and promised to meet my three requirements." Mr.

  'Door'? This naming style is very similar to me. At first glance, he looks a bit like a member of the Tarot Club. I wonder what the real name of this poor guy who was trapped in the depths of the storm and lost in the darkness is, which is equivalent to Sequence F. But why does this description of being trapped in the storm and lost in the darkness always give me a sense of déjà vu?

  Seeing this page, Klein's eyes lit up, and he recognized that this diary seemed to be a sequel to the one he had seen before.

  Finally, there is a follow-up to a previous page of notes. Klein was a little surprised. Since he started collecting Roselle's diaries, the diaries he received have always been scattered. This is the first time he has encountered a follow-up content. He couldn't help but read it more attentively.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 203 Archbishop Slytherin of the Steam Church

  Klein quickly read the diary. The content of this Roselle diary is quite rich. This is also the longest Roselle diary Klein has ever seen. It occupies two full pages. As you can imagine, it originally existed in the form of front and back, but after being copied again and again, it became two separate pages.

  Compared with its length, the knowledge brought by the rich information in this diary surprised Klein even more. Although Klein had

  already learned a small part of the knowledge mentioned in this diary, such as the "Law of Immortality of Extraordinary Characteristics" and the "Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Characteristics in Similar Sequences", in the lectures that Su Ya gave him in Tingen before, the remaining knowledge still made Klein gain a lot. The total

  number of Extraordinary Characteristics is fixed from the source, and it will not increase or decrease? Klein looked at this sentence and couldn't help but agree with Roselle's point of view - perhaps the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God believed in by the Silver City where Little Sun is, really existed.

  However, as a college student in the history department, Klein is more interested in the history of the Fourth Epoch mentioned in this diary.

  In the "Four Emperors' War", the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Trunsoest Empire actually existed at the same time! This is really a great discovery that subverts the current historical research on the Fourth Epoch. In addition, the God of Death is crazy. A god can also go crazy, which is really terrible. Just thinking about the details makes people tremble from the bottom of their hearts!

  Could it be that the so-called evil god is a crazy orthodox god? It is very likely. Klein suddenly remembered the explanation that Suya gave him when he learned that Suya was marked as a follower by the real creator and asked him:

  "The real creator is just crazy, He is not really born evil. "

  Maybe the real creator was once a normal god, but one day, He suddenly went crazy? Gods can also go crazy. Will there be a day when the whole world is left with only evil gods?

  Thinking of this, Klein shuddered a little. He used a smile to hide his gradually solemn emotions and felt that the future he imagined was full of gray tones.

  He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head to stop himself from thinking further. Instead, he imagined the appearance of the Fourth Epoch called the "Age of the Gods". 'Black Emperor', 'Blood Emperor', 'Night Emperor', 'Underworld Emperor', could these titles be the names of a high sequence of a certain path? Well, maybe it's Sequence 1, which is the existence at the top of a single path.

  But if we follow this logic, is 'The Fool' also a high sequence name for a fortune teller similar to 'Black Emperor'? Well, maybe it's weaker, such as Sequence 2?

  I remember Suya mentioned it when I first pulled him into the gray fog, that the ancestor of the Antigonus family was once called 'The Fool', and the Antigonus family seemed to be just a great noble of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch, a duke family. Does this mean that the status of the 'Antigonus Family Ancestor' is not as good as the Four Emperors like the 'Blood Emperor'?

  Even if he is a Sequence 2, he is still an unimaginable big shot for me. Klein sighed helplessly in his heart. He thought of many things and felt that he had gone a little deeper into the mysterious realm and the extraordinary world. However, he couldn't help but feel more worried about the gray fog he was in and the 'Antigonus Ancestor' who might be hiding behind the gray fog.   

  He sighed silently for a moment, and quickly flipped through the last four pages of the diary. He found that it was no longer related to the history of the Fourth Epoch and Mr. Door. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but now that he was already a clown, he easily concealed his emotions. In addition, the gray fog blocked him, and even Miss Justice Audrey, who secretly looked at him, didn't find anything wrong.

  "September 10th, I have been patient for a long time, but I still can't help complaining a few words."

  "What a shitty path is 'Generalist'. I was stupid to choose 'Generalist', right?"

  "Of course, this can really play to my greatest advantage and make me valued by the church. After being promoted to Sequence 6 'Craftsman', I can even make some things I wanted in my previous life, hehehe, my God Light Rod, my Gundam, my Ayanami Rei. Well, 'Craftsman' is still very good, although it lacks practical extraordinary abilities in several sequences before it, and can only rely on magical items to make do."

  "However, I finally got some good news. After I'm promoted again, I will get my own combat-oriented extraordinary ability, Sequence 5, 'Astrologer'! But I always feel that Archbishop Slytherin looked at me strangely after I made the Transformation Belt. But his name is also strange. When Slytherin heard it for the first time, I almost thought I had intruded into Harry Potter. Fortunately, after testing it, I found that it was just a coincidence, just like the names 'Abraham' and 'Solomon'."

  It must be said that Emperor Roselle has a strange talent for comedy. Klein couldn't help but twitch his mouth and wanted to light a candle for this senior.

  At the same time, he also noticed this name. It must be said that although this world is completely different from the world in the previous life, there are indeed many coincidences in some aspects, such as the northern continent similar to Europe in the 18th century, such as the church that is somewhat similar to a certain religion in the previous life, and these names that have appeared in the history of Europe in the previous life. Alas

  , the former may be related to Roselle, and the latter is a bit strange. Maybe this world really has some connection with the earth that I don't know yet? I hope so. Maybe I can find a way to go home in the future.

  Thinking of this, Klein's heart was filled with hope again. At the same time, he also realized one thing - if he still wanted to go home, he couldn't stay in Tingen for too long. It would be best to let Benson and Melissa get used to being separated from him in advance, so that if one day he left completely, it would not cause too much harm to them.

  Although I'm sorry, I really want to go home more. Klein sighed and turned to the third page of the diary, which had only one entry. He temporarily cleared his mind of these complicated emotions and continued his reading: The

  main content of this page is that Roselle tried to overthrow the Soren family of the Intis royal family and prepare to become the archon. Later, it mentioned Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Society, but this diary simply mentioned that Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Society, found Roselle on the eve of the rebellion and coup, and then there was no follow-up.

  The two subsequent articles simply described the famous incident in Intis more than a hundred years ago, and the results were clearly recorded in the history textbooks.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 204 Cat's Abacus

  Klein looked at the diaries in front of him and suddenly felt a little emotional. The text in these diaries did not have too many detailed descriptions, but was just the plain narration of the parties involved. However, Klein could clearly feel the ups and downs from them.

  In the history that he, Klein Moretti, had learned, in 1173 of the Fifth Epoch, Roselle quelled the rebellion as a colonel, and took advantage of the coup to change the Kingdom of Intis into a republic, and appointed himself as the consul. In the following 21 years, he reformed the code, encouraged inventions, escorted the industrial revolution, and fought wars in the south and the north, creating a powerful Republic of Intis. In the end of 1195, he restored the monarchy and called himself Caesar.

  But not long after, this Caesar the Great mysteriously fell in the White Maple Palace, ending the most legendary history of the Fifth Epoch so far.

  Recalling this history again, Klein was thoughtful. Judging from these records, Roselle's death was definitely not as simple as it seemed. There must be extraordinary people or even true gods involved. Alas, I wonder if the emperor finally found a way to go home.

  Klein thought of a lot of things. He flipped through the last few pages of the diary with some notes and not too many secrets. He put them down and looked at the people on both sides of the long table, and fell on Su Ya who was sitting quietly.

  The diary of Emperor Roselle provided him with a lot of inspiration, and also made him suddenly realize one thing - Su Ya seemed to have never offered Roselle's diary.

  Well, maybe it was because he thought that the Fool knew that he knew 'Roselwen', so he didn't dare to offer the diary casually? That's right, after all, Emperor Roselle was really a person who didn't care much. The god-like student couldn't offer something like 'Rosel's hunting diary' to Mr. Fool.

  Klein subconsciously found reasons for Suya in his mind, and quickly convinced himself. He tapped the edge of the bronze table with his right index finger, and his sight slowly moved from the Wheel of Fortune to Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and then to the Sun. He laughed quietly and said,

  "Roselle mentioned some covered-up history and some simple common sense in his diary. The latter reminded me that I didn't seem to have told you."

  Although I learned this knowledge from my god-like classmate at first, Roselle did mention it in his diary, and I did it to maintain Mr. Fool's prestige. Klein muttered in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained a mysterious appearance. After being promoted to the clown, his control over his limbs and demeanor became more and more perfect, especially after the digestion progress of the clown potion was only the last bit left.

  Mr. Fool took the initiative to mention the contents of Roselle's diary? This is great! I wonder what will be recorded in these diaries? Upon hearing this, Audrey, the Justice, half turned around and looked at the top of the ancient long table in surprise, her green eyes full of anticipation.

  She was so excited and excited that she completely forgot that she was an "audience".

  The Hanged Man, Alger, on the opposite side was also very excited, but he was obviously much more stable, but his unconscious straightening of his back still betrayed him mercilessly.

  Su Ya looked at the two of them with some amusement, knowing that Klein was probably preparing to tell some common sense knowledge to the members of the Tarot Club in order to maintain Mr. Fool's prestige. He glanced at Little Sun Derrick, who seemed to be out of the situation, and found that Derrick was just a little curious and did not behave abnormally.

  That's right, Little Sun is not from the North Continent after all, and has no idea who Emperor Roselle is, and what this name means in the North Continent. Even if he is a little curious because this is an item that Mr. Fool is interested in, he will not be as excited as Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice.

  Well. This common sense knowledge is indeed useless to Derrick, who received the orthodox education of Beyonders passed down from the Third Epoch in the City of Silver.

  But I am a little curious about how these two gentlemen and ladies would feel if they knew what was written in the diary that they presented to Mr. Fool every time after Klein released the remnants of the old days?

  Suya recalled the shameless contents of Roselle's diary, such as "The Count of Champagne wants to anal me" and "The taste of witches is really good", and couldn't help but want to laugh.   

  Great Emperor, Great Emperor, you are going to be socially dead worldwide in the future.

  "Mr. Fool, what common sense did Emperor Roselle mention? I can pay for this information." Audrey couldn't help but ask.

  However, I want to communicate alone! She added silently in her heart.

  Thinking back to when she paid for the class at the Wheel of Fortune, she didn't even think of communicating alone at first because she had no experience, so Mr. Hanged Man got a lot of content for free. She couldn't help but sigh.

  Although Audrey didn't care much about the money, according to Mr. Wheel of Fortune's ridicule, she always felt weird about being taken advantage of for free.

  "No need, this is all simple common sense." Klein chuckled and said casually, "Seeing this part of the diary, as the convener of the Tarot Club, I think I must let you all know. Of course, I know that some of you have already mastered it." Well

  , I'm talking about you, classmate Shenggun.

  Of course, the Sun should have mastered these. The Silver City has a history of two or three thousand years, and it is impossible that it has not discovered the law of immortality of extraordinary characteristics. In previous exchanges, it is not difficult to see that Mr. Hanged Man also knows something, but he has not summarized it into a law.

  In this case, it seems that only Miss Justice and I are rookies in the Extraordinary world, but I am luckier than her and know more.

  Klein smiled, stopped tapping his fingers, and described the law of immortality of Extraordinary characteristics in a calm tone. Seeing the color change in Audrey's star spirit body, he sighed in his heart - his reaction when he heard this law before must be so obvious in Su Ya's eyes. Oh, I

  almost forgot that Su Ya is a Extraordinary of the "Destiny" path and cannot use spiritual vision on me. Klein thought, and continued in a calm tone:

  "The second common sense, the law of conservation of Extraordinary characteristics in similar sequences."

  When he said this, he glanced at the "Wheel of Fortune" that had been very quiet today, hoping that a certain charlatan classmate would not ruin his show later.

  After all, he planned to open free common sense to Tarot Club members, but he would charge for explanations, which was in line with his identity positioning and would not waste information.

  The only concern is whether a certain Mr. 'Wheel of Fortune' will steal his job. Alas, it is really sad for me to be the leader of a secret organization.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 205 Three People with Similar Paths

  Su Ya naturally had no intention of undermining Klein. In fact, when he first joined the Tarot Club, it was only to fulfill his wish of paying tribute. He was also willing to share some of his knowledge with them, but he had no intention of disrupting Mr. Fool's plan.

  He listened to the curious question of Alger about the adjacent paths and Klein's response. He did not mean to interrupt, but just listened quietly. It

  was not until Audrey, Justice, and Derrick, the Sun, spoke up and proposed to join the deal, and looked at him at the same time that Su Ya smiled slightly and saluted the Fool at the head of the long table, saying,

  "I have a certain understanding of similar sequences, but in this regard, Mr. Fool, you must have knowledge that is far beyond my reach, so I am happy to collect information about the Secret Society for you."

  Well, Xiao Zhou, although I know that you don't know that much now, I still have to praise Mr. Fool's status. After all, he is my cat, and I can't let Mr. Fool down.

  Not bad, you are very conscious, Mr. Shenju.

  Klein nodded in his heart with satisfaction. He was not surprised by the reaction of a certain Mr. Shenju. After all, since the day he dragged Suya into the gray fog, the Wheel of Fortune has always behaved respectfully and modestly in front of him.

  But judging from this, does Mr. Shenju have the same attitude when facing the real Creator? And this guy is still holding a position in the Church of the Night. His ability to play multiple games is much better than mine. I still don't know what the church's attitude is towards the disappearance of Klein Moretti.

  Although Suya told me not to worry and that he had reported it to the archbishop, he didn't tell me what excuse he had made. Alas, Mr. Shenju, Mr. Shenju, why are you so mysterious about this matter?

  Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but feel a little sad. His high-paying and stable job, which didn't require him to worry about future reimbursement, was gone just like that! It was all Ince Zangwill's fault!

  "The so-called similar sequences refer to several pathways that can be interchanged in the high sequence." Klein sighed in his heart, but did not show it. Instead, he slightly raised his lips and told everyone the explanation of similar sequences that he had prepared long ago.

  When he finished explaining to several people, he suddenly heard the sound of something breaking in his body. At this moment, Klein found that his 'Joker' potion was completely digested. The

  Tarot Club members sitting around the bronze long table were still discussing the topic of similar sequences.

  "Can they be interchanged?" 'Justice' Audrey was surprised and happy, and her eyes widened with excitement.

  She was surprised that the sequence pathway was not completely fixed, and it was not that she could only follow the original path. There were special situations in the twenty-two pathways, and there were similar sequences! What made her happy was that if she wanted to change the sequence in the future, she would have another chance to choose.

  Although Audrey liked the 'audience' pathway very much and had no intention of changing the pathway at present, it was like choosing goods in a department store. The important thing was that she could choose, and it was a wonderful experience!

  "I don't know which paths the 'audience' path can be exchanged with in the high sequence," 'Justice' Audrey muttered to herself, looking at the head of the long table, nervously observing Mr. Fool's reaction, not knowing whether she should ask directly.

  I also want to know this question. Klein really wanted to answer this, because he didn't know the answer to this question yet. He was just about to find an excuse to fool around when he heard Suya's familiar voice.   

  "I can answer this question for you, Miss Justice." Su Ya smiled and looked at Audrey who was pretending to be reserved, and said slowly.

  "Really? Mr. Wheel of Fortune, how much do I need to pay for this question?" Audrey's eyes lit up and blurted out, then she added with some righteousness: "I can pay for the answer to this question, but, but I only have gold pounds now."

  "It doesn't matter, Miss Justice, the answer to this question is quite interesting to the current Tarot Club, you don't need to pay extra for it." Su Ya smiled at her, then looked at the Sun and the Hanged Man on the side, and said with some emotion.

  "Interesting?" Alger was a little puzzled. He looked at the Wheel of Fortune and the Sun on the side. At this moment, he seemed to remember something and had many doubts.

  "Of course, because the three people present, except me and Mr. Fool, are Extraordinary people of three of the five similar paths that can be interchanged." Su Ya did not continue to keep the suspense, but said directly.

  He also thought it was very interesting - if we remove him, the intruder, the three earliest elders of the Tarot Club in the original book, just happened to choose three of the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence. This is also an interesting coincidence.

  What? The Singer and the Audience are the interchange paths of the Sailor? No wonder. No wonder the Church and the Eternal Sun Church are mortal enemies, no wonder the relationship between the Church and the secret organization Psychological Alchemy Society is so tense, it turns out that

  the Hanged Man Alger was shocked. At this moment, he felt that he had figured out a lot of things and solved many doubts accumulated in his previous personal experience, but he also had new doubts:

  The Wheel of Fortune said that there are five similar paths that can be interchanged. He already knew the first three, and he also guessed the fourth one - according to the relationship between the Storm Church and the Eternal Sun Church, it is easy to guess that the path mastered by another mortal enemy church, the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom, should be this fourth path.

  What is the fifth similar path? Storm, audience, sun, knowledge. Apart from the audience and wisdom, there is no special connection between the others.

  Alger thought so and asked so. He felt that the 'Wheel of Fortune' seemed to be easy to talk to today, so he asked to see if he could get more knowledge from him for free. He

  is indeed a veteran 'political commissar'. He knows how to climb the pole.

  Su Ya glanced at Alger and did not embarrass him. He answered his question: "The fifth path is not suitable for ordinary extraordinary people. It is called 'Secret Prayer', which is the path mastered by the Aurora Society."

  "This path has great side effects. Even in high-sequence exchange, without going through the listener stage, it is easy to be contaminated by the 'True Creator', so it is not recommended as an alternative."

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 206 The Fool: I have an angel?

  But it may not be the case when Maozi's fellow countryman successfully resurrects in the future. Although Adam is despicable, a rational half-old is still much better than a crazy true god. At least the Aurora Society will become more normal, not so crazy and stupid.

  Su Ya thought of the Aurora Society's actions in the original book, as well as the information he had collected from various channels during this period, and twitched his mouth.

  He didn't want to take over this mess, but he couldn't disobey Maozi's wishes, so he could only accept it. Fortunately, judging from the Ring of Fate, not everyone in the Aurora Society is so hopeless. Maybe he should find out if Mr. K is in the Aurora Society now.

  Well, if it doesn't work, I will go and pull out a certain red angel evil spirit to do the work! Anyway, now that guy Ince Zangwill has been killed by Mr. Azik and me, and 008 is also in my hands. This guy should have no reason to attack Atil, so it's okay to let him go.

  The Aurora Club is your master's power. As the most loyal angel king, Xiaohong, you don't want your master's followers to always be like that, right?

  Having made up his mind, Su Ya leaned back with a little ease, watching the Tarot Club's discussion of this knowledge, with a slight smile on his face.

  After a few seconds of silence above the gray fog, Audrey, the Justice, turned her head to look at Mr. Fool and raised her hand slightly. After receiving a nod of affirmation, she looked at Alger, the Hanged Man, and asked expectantly,

  "Mr. Hanged Man, my intelligence helped you to deal with Vice Admiral Hurricane. Have you prepared the complete pituitary gland of an adult seven-colored lizard?"

  "I have obtained the extraordinary material you want." Alger nodded gently, "I will give it to you later using the sacrificial method that Mr. Fool taught us before."

  As he spoke, he solemnly bowed to the figure at the head of the long table, then turned back to look at Audrey and asked, "Ms. Justice, do you know any specific information about Qilingos' death that day?"

  Although as a member of the Church of Storms and as the provider of the intelligence that Qilingos infiltrated Backlund, Alger had learned a lot of information from the scene and Archbishop Ace Snake, but he still couldn't help asking.

  As someone who was at the scene at the time, Miss Justice might know more. Maybe she saw the true body of Mr. Fool's follower or the Wheel of Fortune? As for asking the Wheel of Fortune directly, for some reason, Alger was somewhat reluctant to ask the other party directly.

  "Sorry, I don't know much." Audrey was stunned for a moment. She almost subconsciously wanted to look in the direction of Mr. Wheel of Fortune, but she reacted in just a moment, forcing herself not to look at him, restraining her emotions and whispering.

  Miss Justice, what is the difference between your behavior and confessing without asking, you are really still very green.

  Besides, Mr. Hanged Man obviously saw the two cards I left from the Punisher, but he didn't ask me directly, but always liked to beat around the bush to test him. He is worthy of being an old-fashioned "inverted political commissar". Compared with this guy, Miss Justice is as innocent as a baby.

  Su Ya shook his head secretly, chuckled in Audrey's somewhat nervous eyes, and said, "Mr. Hanged Man, I can answer this question, what do you want to know?"   

  The Wheel of Fortune didn't hide its meaning at all. Alger was stunned for a moment, and then his thoughts turned rapidly.

  What should I ask? If it is not appropriate to ask questions about the Wheel of Fortune itself, it is not appropriate to explore the identities of other people in the Tarot Club in front of Mr. Fool. Would it be offensive to Mr. Fool to ask the question of the Favored One directly? The

  Hanged Man Alger carefully raised his eyes to look at the mysterious figure sitting at the head of the long table, and found that Mr. Fool was still looking at them casually and leisurely as usual, without any intention of stopping them. Then he made up his mind and asked:

  "I want to know who killed Qi Lingos? Is he a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Path of the God of Death?"

  "I believe you can get some incomplete answers to this question from the church, so I won't charge for this information separately. Of course, you still need to repay the reward for killing Qi Lingos." Su Ya glanced at Alger and said with a smile.

  "I need to correct one of the descriptions in your question. It's 'He', not 'him'."

  "The one who killed Qilingos was a 'He' who awakened from the ancient times. I can't tell you His real name yet. You are not qualified to know this now." Suya finished speaking, and in Alger's shocked eyes, he stretched out his hand and tapped the table, reminding him:

  "I have already said what I want. I hope you can do your best to collect it for me."

  "I will." Alger, the 'Hanged Man', nodded, but he was obviously a little out of state, and his thoughts were still immersed in the news just now.

  ——Mr. Fool actually has an angel serving under him! This is a real earthly angel! His Highness, who has the same status as the great Triple Crowned One and His Holiness the Pope in the church!

  Although Alger had long expected that a great existence like Mr. Fool would have a high-sequence strongman under his command, but hearing the news of a 'He', and even almost meeting Him in reality, this feeling still made him feel unreal, and all kinds of feelings surged in his heart.

  What? Angel? When did Mr. Fool have an angel under his command? Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the head of the long table, was shocked when he heard this and almost couldn't hold back his expression. Fortunately, the Clown Potion was very powerful and didn't make Mr. Fool look bad in public. Fortunately,

  Klein quickly realized who Suya was talking about.

  The 'God of Death' path, 'high-sequence strongman', 'the one who killed Qilingos', based on the information Suya told him before, isn't this talking about Mr. Azik? Mr. Azik is actually an angel? How is this possible?

  Klein couldn't believe it, but he immediately realized that this was said by Suya, and although a certain charlatan classmate always likes to fool people, he really never lies.

  So Mr. Azik is really an angel of the 'God of Death' path? Then how could he be a university teacher in Tingen and lose his memory? What kind of battle could make an angel become like this?

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 207 The Missing Diary

  Klein thought of Suya's strange attitude towards Mr. Azik and how he had gained Mr. Azik's trust inexplicably, and he couldn't help but question it in his heart.

  It seems that the charlatan classmate has a lot of things to hide from me, Klein muttered in his heart.

  But everyone has secrets, and he wouldn't deliberately ask Suya anything, after all, he still has a big secret to hide from him. Klein glanced at a certain Mr. Wheel of Fortune with a guilty conscience and sighed secretly.

  "Mr. Sun, have you got the diary? When can you give it to me?" 'Wheel of Fortune' Suya didn't notice Klein's gaze, but turned to 'Sun' Derrick and asked.

  In the last Tarot meeting, he got some descriptions from 'Sun' Derrick that were very similar to what was about to happen in the Ring of Fate, which made him very interested in it - if I remember correctly, those descriptions should correspond to the Outer God's 'Ring of Fate' path.

  But that happened when the sun was still over the Silver City, that is, it happened in the Third Epoch, when the true Creator was still active in the world. At that time, the original barrier on the earth should not have had any problems. It is reasonable to say that it is difficult for the Outer Gods to interfere in the affairs of the earth.

  Suya pondered, waiting for the answer of the Sun. Last time, Derrick had promised to give him the diary by offering it to the Fool, but for some reason, he did not receive it this week.

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Wheel of Fortune, I'm afraid I can't complete this transaction with you." Derrick Berg, the Sun, lowered his head in shame, whispered in embarrassment, his cheeks red.

  "I found the book that recorded this legend in the black market in the Silver City before. After the last Tarot meeting, I wanted to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool immediately, but a companion who usually walked close to me suddenly came to me, so I had to put it aside for the time being." Derrick explained in a low voice, his tall body curled up pitifully in the chair, looking ashamed.

  "But when I went to look for the book after I was done, I found that I couldn't find it no matter what. I hadn't found it until I came here just now." At this point, 'Sun' Derrick looked up at 'Wheel of Fortune' and said with courage: "I will find another way to compensate you, Mr. 'Wheel of Fortune'!"

  "I will also try my best to find that book! It may just take some time." "

  Can't find it?" Su Ya looked at 'Sun' Derrick thoughtfully.

  If this matter was brought up by someone else, he might suspect that the other party had other intentions, but this was said by the little Sun who was not yet an adult and had a simple and upright personality, so the book might really be lost.

  Then the question is, this book didn't appear earlier or later, but had to appear after he proposed a deal to 'Sun' Derrick, and then magically disappeared after he wanted to get it himself. Isn't this a bit too coincidental?

  It feels like there is a hand in the dark who deliberately sent this diary into his sight, but didn't want him to know more. But what secrets do I have that are worth so much effort? Panel?

  Su Ya thought for a moment, then temporarily put the matter aside, comforted Little Sun, and took the initiative to change the subject.

  Derrick listened to Mr. Wheel of Fortune's tone without any accusation, secretly clenched his fist, and decided to spend a contribution point to go to the largest library in Silver City after the Tarot Club to see if there was more information that Wheel of Fortune wanted.   

  "Mr. Fool..." Audrey Justice had been sitting quietly watching them talk until the topic between the two came to an end. She pondered for a few seconds and spoke again: "I found two ladies who are suitable for our Tarot Club. They are both extraordinary people. They have their own circles and resources in Backlund. They are also good at keeping secrets and have good personalities. Are you willing to let them join the party?"

  Justice wants to increase its influence within the Tarot Club? Alger, the Hanged Man, was shocked and thought instinctively.

  Derrick, the Sun, raised his head. Although he was very curious, he did not show it. He just turned his head to look at Mr. Fool and waited for his answer.

  Hmm? Miss Justice wants to pull the future Magician Fors and Judgment Hugh into the Tarot Club so soon? But if you calculate the time, it's almost time. It's just that this time, because of my intervention, Fors didn't have to use her dangerous bracelet again to avoid Qilingos' pursuit. I think the side effects of her Full Moon Whispering won't be as strong as in the original book, and it won't occur as early.

  I don't know if she will choose to recite the Fool's Honored Name this time. I think it won't be a big problem. For Fors at the moment, it is almost impossible to solve the Full Moon Whispering independently.

  Su Ya smiled and also looked at the Fool at the head of the long table, waiting for Klein's response.

  Klein was a little embarrassed. In his previous expectation, the members of the Tarot Club should not know each other, and then each of them would develop a certain number of subordinates to form a relatively strict organizational structure. In this way, even if a member is exposed, arrested, or channeled, it will not have much impact on the Tarot Club.

  But Miss Justice's description just now did make him a little excited.

  Although he has now mixed into the Beyonder circle in Backlund, it has been a short time after all, and the level of contact he has made is relatively low. For the time being, it cannot provide him with much help in finding materials for Sequence 7 potions. Therefore, Klein is currently hoping to get to know Beyonders with different circles and resources in Backlund, so as to find materials for his next sequence potion - and by the way, it will also facilitate his search for the whereabouts of Lanevus and the Secret Society.

  The latter may be related to the clues of his future potion formula, and the former is the one that Klein is determined to get rid of - even if the final result of the Tingen incident is good, Klein will not forget his experience before Suya restarted.

  Lanevus, the fuse, must die.

  But at the same time, Klein also has some concerns - he is not sure whether just chanting the name of the Fool can pull people into the gray fog. Klein thought for a moment and said calmly: "This requires some investigation"

  "Miss Justice, you can use a covert way that does not expose yourself to let them know my name and become interested in it."

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 208 Open the door, deliver the package

  In the bedroom, Su Ya slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the single sofa, walked to the desk, pulled out the chair, and took out a piece of white paper.

  He took off the cap of the pen, wrote a line at the top of the paper, and wrote a series of names in Chinese - 'Hermes', 'Twilight Hermit Society', 'Adam', 'Duke Negan'.

  Then he wrote the word 'Diary' on another line, and then added a bracket after these two words, and filled in the word 'Missing'.

  Su Ya stared at the two lines of words, hesitated for a moment, connected Adam's name with missing, and put a question mark behind it, and filled in the names of 'True Creator' and 'Amon'.

  He pursed his lips, looked at the paper, and sighed silently.

  It seems that my problem involves many people. But it's no wonder. After all, it's a source quality-level thing, and it's a way that has almost no conflict with most other true gods and angels. It's normal to attract some beings to bet on me.

  In fact, if the Destiny Path was not recognized as an orphan path, and the only two archangels in this path, one of whom was obedient to fate and went with the flow with a somewhat Buddhist character, and the other was forced by Ouroboros to become a frightened bird and hide away. Then his current situation would not be much better than that of Klein who was attacked by Amon.

  Well, it can only be said that the promotion of the Destiny Path is somewhat metaphysical.

  Su Ya took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly. At this point, if he couldn't guess what he might be carrying, he would be playing dumb.

  Not to mention anything else, just the "restart" function alone revealed a lot - but Su Ya was a little curious about the other functions of the gold finger. Some functions on the panel didn't seem to be the authority of the "Destiny" path at all.

  Su Ya's thoughts were empty for a while, and then he slowly exhaled, stood up from the desk, and prepared to change his clothes and go out.

  He snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the ruby ​​ring on his finger flashed a faint flame, and the white paper with words on the table silently ignited and soon burned into a ball of ashes.

  008, who was working diligently and conscientiously on another table, trembled a little, then floated up very consciously, and obediently got into Suya's shirt pocket, leaving only a stack of scripts on the table.

  "Finished so soon?" Suya trembled his eyebrows, looked at the freshly baked script on the table, flipped through it twice, and showed a toothache expression.

  008's scriptwriting level is only slightly better than Ince Zangwill. He shook his head, picked up 008 and slightly modified a few strokes on the papers, then flicked the tip of the feather pen with some dissatisfaction, and said with a slight warning:

  "I give you the freedom to write the script, but you are not allowed to involve Melissa and Benson, and you are not allowed to arrange the Tingen Nighthawks."

  "Otherwise, if you are liquidated by the Lord of Mysteries in the future, I will not stop you."

  008 shook twice, and the feather drooped down in a very humane way, lying quietly in Suya's hand, allowing Suya to put it back in his pocket, motionless.

  Suya shook his head, knowing that he and the pen would need some time to get used to each other. He pushed open the door of the living room, washed his hands in the bathroom, picked up his cane and top hat, and walked out of the door of 13 Parkland Street.

  The script has been written, and now it's time for the actors to appear.

  2 Daffodil Street.   

  Klein returned to reality, and after removing the spiritual wall, he opened the bedroom window, stretched his arms in the afterglow of the sun, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

  Since he went to Backlund, he hasn't seen the sun at this time for a long time. It can only be said that Backlund, known as the "fog city", rarely sees the sun all year round.

  Klein stood in front of the window sill for a while, then took out his pocket watch from his pocket to check the time, and found that it would be time for Melissa to finish school in a while.

  "I was planning to report to the captain. It seems that there is not enough time today. I'd better go to the Blackthorn Security Company tomorrow. I don't know how the captain and Leonard will react when they see me come back intact."

  "Well, Old Neil will definitely make a cup of coffee with a smile, and Leonard and Conley may take the opportunity to suggest going to Old Weir's Restaurant to celebrate. Alas, I'm already missing the taste of steak with black pepper sauce." Klein muttered to himself, and a smile from the heart unconsciously appeared on his face.

  He touched the inner pocket of his shirt, where there was a handwritten letter from Archbishop St. Anthony, which was given to him by Suya. He could use it to prove his identity in front of the captain. After all, his disappearance was too bizarre, and he came back after such a long time. According to the rules, he must be reviewed.

  As for tonight, Klein planned to cook a sumptuous meal for Benson and Melissa himself.

  "It's a pity that I came back too late and didn't catch up to buy tickets for "The Return of the Count" tonight. I remember Melissa was looking forward to it before." Klein muttered a few words, closed the window, walked down the stairs, picked up his formal coat, and prepared to go out to buy groceries and cook.

  He had just changed his shoes and put on his coat, and his fingers were on the doorknob, when he heard a knock on the door outside the yard.

  Huh? Someone is coming at this time? Klein was stunned for a moment, then he opened the door and saw a blue-eyed boy with messy hair and many freckles on his face. He was about twelve or thirteen years old and stood at the door, with his arm raised high as if knocking on the door.

  "Who are you?" Klein looked at the boy in front of him and confirmed that he did not know him.

  "Hello, are you Mr. Klein Moretti? Here is a Dongfeng Express for you, please sign for it!" The messy-haired boy was stunned for a moment, quickly retracted his arm, and then took out a small package from his pocket, and spit out a string of words quickly as if reciting.

  Good guy, Dongfeng Express, this can't be delivered, Shenggun classmate, what are you doing again. Klein twitched his mouth, and almost without thinking, he locked the culprit at once. He took the "Dongfeng Express" in silence and prepared to close the door.

  However, he failed to close the door. The messy-haired freckled boy raised his head and showed Klein a sunny smile, and said carelessly, "The express fee is 1 soli, cash on delivery-"

  "What?" Klein was stunned for a moment. This scene seemed a little familiar. He remembered that he and his wicked childhood friend played with each other like this in his previous life, but he didn't expect to be able to relive this scene after traveling to another world.

  He stared with his eyes wide open, staring at the freckled boy opposite him. After a long while, he took out his wallet painfully under the boy's unyielding gaze, carefully pulled out a 1-sol note from a pile of banknotes, held it in his hand, and handed it over reluctantly.

  "Thank you, sir. You can still find me next time you need a courier." The freckled boy with messy hair grinned happily. He quickly took the 1-sol note from Klein's hand, and then ran away without hesitation. Before leaving, he didn't forget to wave behind him. Klein was

  left standing there with some doubts about his life. He looked at his wallet, then at the so-called courier, and felt that he was being "played" by his charlatan classmate again.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 209 "The Return of the Count"

  Tingen City, No. 2 Narcissus Street.

  Melissa sat on the single sofa, repeatedly studying the three tickets in her hand. The little black cat Moran lay beside her, curiously poking his head over to look at the words on the ticket, and studying the date and seat number printed on the ticket with her. The eyes of the person and the cat were sparkling.

  Although they had been separated for a while, Klein obviously noticed that his sister's black hair was much more moisturized than before, her face was no longer thin, and had a more beautiful rosy color, and her brown eyes were even brighter and brighter. Obviously, she had no worries about food and drink during this period, and had a lot of savings, so her body was much better than before.

  However, from this point of view, Melissa and Moran were actually somewhat similar - they both had black hair and brown eyes, and their personalities were somewhat similar. Alas, how come I also learned from my charlatan classmate to start cat-sculpting? Klein shook the newspaper in his hand, and his face looked a little strange.

  Benson didn't notice Klein's expression. He sat on the sofa to the side, smiling at his sister who was concentrating. He looked back at his brother who was reading a newspaper on the other side with a very relaxed posture, and asked curiously,

  "Klein, you just returned to Tingen this morning. How did you buy the tickets for The Return of the Count?"

  You have to know that The Return of the Count is very popular. It is recognized by the newspaper as the most worthwhile drama to watch live in recent years. The dozens of performances it has performed in Backlund are full. After the performance time was announced in Tingen, the tickets were sold out on the first day of ticket booking.

  Although it is said that this evening's performance at Tingen Grand Theater is a temporary extra performance, they didn't know the news in advance and had no time to grab tickets, not to mention that the three tickets Klein brought were consecutive tickets in the best front row.

  "This is a gift from a friend." Klein looked at Benson and Melissa with a smile, feeling a little satisfied in his heart, and at the same time, he unilaterally forgave a certain charlatan classmate for trying to tease the cat again.

  When Klein heard the "Dongfeng Express" from the boy who called himself a "courier", he immediately realized that it must be from Suya.

  He thought that the charlatan classmate had something to write to him, but after opening the package, he only found three tickets for the play "The Return of the Count" to be performed at the Tingen Grand Theater tonight, and a light note.

  On it was written a line of Loen characters in beautiful cursive: "I wish you and your family a happy tonight. By the way, it feels really good to have money power."

  Thinking of the one-sol note he gave away, and thinking that a certain charlatan classmate might be living a carefree life in Backlund now, Klein couldn't help but twitch his mouth, with mixed emotions in his heart - why do people have to tease him specifically for a gift!

  "Klein, we should go--" When Klein finally came to his senses, he saw that his sister Melissa and his brother Benson were already dressed and standing at the door, waving to him.

  Klein was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and put on his formal coat, picked up his cane and top hat, and said goodbye to the little black cat Moran who had to stay at home. He walked a few steps to his family, chatted and laughed with Benson and Melissa, and got on the carriage.

  Moran, who was forced to stay at home as a cat because pets were not allowed in the Tingen Theater, was left alone squatting on the coffee table.

  The little black cat Moran watched the backs of the few people leaving, meowed like a sigh, and licked his paw.

  Then he raised his paw to push his glasses, stared at the cat's eyes seriously, and shook his tail with a unique rhythm.

  As Moran's tail swayed, the golden bell that was originally tightly hung on the tip of its tail also swayed, shaking a shallow ripple in the void.

  A snow-white, petite and cute furry little fox suddenly jumped out from the ripples in the void and effortlessly grabbed the back of the neck of Moran, a little black cat that was a circle bigger than it. Then it flicked its tail, leaped up, and disappeared into the room with Moran in its mouth.   

  Tingen Theater, VIP box.

  Suya naturally reached out his hand and easily caught the snow-white fox dumpling that jumped into his arms and the black plush dumpling that was thrown down by the fox, holding one in each hand.

  He couldn't let go and inserted his fingers into the little fox's beautiful snow-white, soft tail, and the other empty hand was placed on Moran's head, playing with its furry ears.

  The little fox Toumessus skillfully handed his tail to Suya's hand, and his body lay on Suya's arm like a pendant attached to the tail, and fell asleep motionlessly. Moran shook his ears, meowed, and lay on Suya's legs, with a well-behaved face, allowing him to be touched and rubbed, but he sighed quietly in the corner where Suya didn't notice.

  Life is not easy, cats and cats perform for money, ah.

  Tap tap tap -

  Suya half-closed his eyes comfortably, leaning on the soft and comfortable armchair, watching the play that was about to start not far away, thinking about today's script, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

  "Who?" Suya raised his eyebrows and asked.

  "Good night, Viscount. Ms. Mireille White wants to visit you." A slightly mature female voice came from the door, but she called out Suya's identity without hesitation.

  Who is it? Suya frowned slightly.

  Although he booked this box, he used an anonymous name when booking it, and he did not make a fuss when he came to Tingen this time. He was directly teleported by the "Tuxedo Mask" and did not tell anyone else.

  Logically speaking, no one should know his whereabouts, or in other words, the person who knows his whereabouts cannot be an ordinary person.

  Although there are all kinds of special abilities in this world, such as divination, prophecy, good luck, and tracking. But Suya knows that because of the golden finger on his body, he has a very high-level anti-divination ability. Even Klein, before he has the angel status, it is difficult for him to calculate anything even if he is divining in Sefirah Castle.

  So the question is, why did this Ms. Mireille White come to visit him? How did she know he was here?

  White. Suya couldn't help but think of another White in the original book - Tarot Club 'Moon', the vampire Emlyn White.

  Could it be someone from the vampire clan? Why would someone from the vampire clan come to me? They can't be here for 'after-sales service'.

  Suya glanced at the empty potion bottle on the table beside him, shook his head with a smile, and then patted the back of the white fox in his arms. The little fox immediately understood and grabbed the back of the little black cat Moran's neck again, and went back into the spirit world and left here.

  "Come in, Ms. White."

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 210 Mireille

  White Mireille White.

  Suya was not familiar with this name, but not completely unfamiliar.

  Because Ms. White was an opera singer famous in the countries of the Northern Continent. She was famous and popular, and she had countless suitors around her, including heirs of royal families and nobles from various countries. According to the information Suya learned from the secret channels of the Auchinleck family, even the current Grand Prince of the Kingdom of Loen, Covington Augustus, was obsessed with her.

  Could this be a witch? Suya muttered to himself, but didn't really take it seriously.

  - After all, he was not Klein, and he would not really suspect all ladies with a certain charm as witches.

  Tingen Grand Theater is located near the university town. It is the most prestigious theater in the entire Ahowa County. Its history is even longer than that of the Royal Theater in Backlund.

  The architectural style here is conservative. The whole building is divided into three floors. In addition to the first floor, which can accommodate thousands of people, the second and third floors are set up as boxes. The only difference is that the boxes on the second floor are fully open, while the third floor is more secretive and difficult to see from the outside. It is more suitable for bigwigs who need to be alone.

  Su Ya was standing on the floor with beautiful patterns, watching the young woman who was respectfully introduced into the room by the waiter.

  Ms. Mireille White undoubtedly has an impeccable beautiful face. She was wearing a black evening dress, and her long curly light red hair was casually draped over her shoulders. The neckline, cuffs and hem were decorated with white lace and pearls. A pair of quite amazing silver gemstone earrings hung on her snow-white and shiny earlobes. The whole person looked very mature and charming.

  "Good night, sir. I'm glad to meet you here." When Su Ya looked at her carefully, Ms. Mireille, who had raised her hand to signal the waiter to leave, suddenly looked up at him and smiled at Su Ya. Her green eyes seemed to be filled with the first ray of life-filled green in spring, soft and beautiful with some impeccable vitality.

  "Hmm?" Su Ya pulled the corner of his mouth calmly, revealing a formal smile, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart. Does

  this Ms. Mireille know me? Or does she know the original body? But the original body doesn't seem to have this part in its memory. And, with this kind of temperament, can she really be a witch? But which witch dares to expose herself so openly under the eyes of official forces? Is she so fearless?

  "I'm glad to see you here too, Ms. White." Su Ya looked at the beautiful woman who walked into the box under the guidance of the maid and bowed slightly. Seeing the lady slightly raise her right hand, he stepped forward, took her slender white hand, bent down and kissed her fingers, and said:

  "Your beauty makes this place pale in comparison."

  "Really?" Ms. Mireille White seemed to be stunned for a moment. She frowned slightly, and sat down gracefully and skillfully following Suya's gesture, but her eyes were always carefully watching Suya's expression and movements, as if she was a little puzzled.

  "How did Ms. White know that I was here?" Suya sat down gracefully, looking at the strange lady, and in front of outsiders, he acted in the manner that a noble heir should have.

  "Your Excellency the Viscount may not know that I have a part of the shares of Tingen Grand Theater, and this box is generally provided to shareholders first. I was originally here to watch "The Return of the Count" today, but I learned that this box has been reserved in advance." Mireille looked at Suya with a smile and explained.

  "And as far as I know, most of the other qualified shareholders are not in Ahowa County at present, and your age..."   

  So that's how it is. Suya suddenly realized.

  Although he didn't reveal his identity directly, he used his family's channels to make reservations. It seems that this so-called anonymity can only fool ordinary nobles and civilians, and it is just a trick for real big shots.

  His purpose of anonymity is simply not to make it public. Suya is purely to avoid a senior deacon who is too worried about his brother's safety. He just fooled him casually. His coming to Tingen is not a secret.

  After the doubts were solved, Suya simply chatted with the beautiful Ms. White, and learned from Mireille White that the other party seemed to have no intention, but just wanted to meet the heir of Auchinleck.

  Suya maintained a polite smile and chatted with Mireille for a few words. His eyes fell on the full audience seats below from time to time, and he was a little absent-minded.

  "The play is about to start, so I won't disturb your interest in enjoying the play, sir." Mireille obviously saw Suya's absent-mindedness. She stood up and said goodbye to Suya.

  "I hope you can remember me next time we meet." She smiled at Suya, turned around and left the box.

  "Looking forward to seeing you again." Suya skillfully said polite words and politely escorted Mireille out of the box.

  So what is this lady here for? It's not just to come and see me, right? Suya watched her back as she left, tapped his forehead in confusion, not quite understanding what this lady White was thinking.

  But his spiritual intuition did not react to this lady, and the fate in the dark did not produce any fluctuations or guidance because of this, which means that either this lady White's level is far higher than his, or the other party has no ill will towards him.

  Suya took out the script written by 008 and revised by him from his arms, read it carefully, and found no omissions, so he didn't care about this little episode.

  ——Too many lice won't itch. He has now provoked the Goddess of Night, the True Creator, and Adam. Judging from the various traces before, perhaps the Eternal Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Steam and Machinery have noticed him, not to mention angels like Ouroboros, Hermes, and Azik.

  Even if Mireille is really a big shot, he can't be bigger than a certain person, right? You know, he still has the task given by that person.

  I have only traveled through time for a few months, how come I am in debt. Su Ya sighed, put the script back, and his eyes fell on the smiling family in the front row below. As if infected by the smile, the corners of his mouth also curled up slightly.

  Klein, Klein, are you ready to accept the script I prepared for you? This is what I carefully selected for you.

  Although it is not very exciting, it is at least much better than that guy Ince Zangwill.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 211 Emergency

  "There is no such thing as happiness or misfortune in this world, there is only the comparison between one situation and another, that's all. Only those who have experienced extreme misfortune can taste extreme happiness. Only those who have made up their minds to die, Morrel, can understand how happy it is to live."

  "Never forget that until the day when God agrees to reveal the future to mankind, all the wisdom of mankind is contained in these five words: wait and hope."

  "This paragraph is so classic! Although I don't worship Emperor Roselle, his talent is really-"

  "I prefer the scene in the court. Dantes's revenge method is amazing. From this paragraph, we can also see that even if those ministers are replaced by curly-haired baboons, they will not do worse than this."

  Outside the brightly lit theater, the Moretti family followed the bustling crowd out of the theater door, discussing the plot of "The Return of the Count" they had just watched.

  If it weren't for the plot of "The Return of the Count" that always reminded him of Roselle, this would undoubtedly be a very enjoyable performance. Klein walked beside Melissa, subconsciously protecting his sister in the crowd while complaining in his heart.

  "Poor Mercedes." Melissa was obviously still a little excited. This was the first time in her life that she came to such a place to watch a play. She expressed high praise for the performance. Benson obviously had different opinions from her, but he did not bring them up to spoil the fun. He just listened to his sister's praise and thoughts with Klein, responding or interjecting from time to time.

  It seems that if I have time in the future, I should take Melissa to watch more plays and performances. Klein noticed Melissa's red cheeks and sparkling brown eyes because of excitement, and suddenly realized that Melissa was still a child.

  Although Melissa has always been overly sensible and precocious, she is still young after all. Their family's situation was not good before, so Melissa was forced to mature precociously, but now although he is not very rich, at least it is not difficult for his family to live a middle-class life.

  Klein pondered in his heart and occasionally responded a few words.

  He accompanied the brother and sister out of the theater. He rarely splurges in front of Benson and Melissa and calls a carriage. The Moretti family boarded the carriage, and Melissa was still savoring the plot of the night.

  The family's discussion, the clatter of horse hooves, and the creaking of the shaking carriage echoed in Klein's ears. The breeze of the late summer night blew in from the window, making him feel indescribably comfortable. He couldn't help yawning, feeling a little sleepy, and gradually closed his eyes, falling asleep in the noisy atmosphere.

  His spirit was no longer tense, and his face gradually became soft, as if he had put down something heavy.

  Melissa and Benson lowered their voices after noticing that Klein fell asleep. The carriage clattered around several streets and came to a small road with fewer people.

  At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from both sides of the road, rolled onto the street, and almost hit the horse's hoof.

  -Hi Lulu!

  The crossbow horse pulling the carriage raised its front hooves in shock and neighed in fear. The driver pulled the reins tightly, but because it happened suddenly, he could not control the horse's movements for a moment. He could only shake the whip in vain, trying to calm it down. The carriage behind him also shook violently.

  "Let go." A calm voice came from behind. The driver subconsciously followed the instruction and loosened the reins. The next moment, he widened his eyes in surprise and saw a figure quickly jumped out of the carriage and jumped onto the horse's back.   

  Klein calmly used the clown's powerful body control ability to jump onto the frightened horse. He held the horse's back with one hand, and gently brushed the collar pin of his shirt with the other hand, and snapped his fingers. The

  'Mind Soother' collar pin flashed with a glimmer as he moved, releasing the 'soothing' ability,

  and quickly calmed the out-of-control horse. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and brushed the 'soothing' on the coachman who was still a little frightened, as well as Benson and Melissa who were a little nervous and stuck their heads out of the carriage. Then he jumped off the horse and looked at the black shadow that suddenly jumped out.

  "Is it him?" It doesn't matter if he doesn't look, but when he looks over, Klein is surprised, because he has seen the black shadow that startled his carriage before - it is the freckled boy who delivered the theater tickets to him on behalf of Suya.

  However, the other party looked very embarrassed at this time. Although his clothes were old but not torn, there were many cuts on them. Bright red blood flowed from those wounds that were just skin-breaking. Although not much, it was very embarrassing. The boy's messy hair and pretty face were covered with dust. His eyes were tightly closed and his body was tightly curled up, as if he had fainted.

  Gang vendetta? Or was he robbed? Several thoughts flashed through Klein's mind quickly. He was about to step forward to help the boy up to check the situation, or find a doctor for him, but suddenly a sense of crisis arose inexplicably.

  Someone is watching me. Klein stopped calmly and looked back at the direction of the carriage. He found that the coachman had successfully regained control of the carriage and was explaining something to Benson with a bitter face.

  Benson and Melissa were still here, and he couldn't do it in front of them .

  He took a deep breath, looked back at the unconscious boy on the ground, turned around and walked towards the carriage without looking back.

  Soon, the coachman was defeated by Benson's eloquence and agreed to reduce the fare by half to compensate for the shock suffered by the few people. Benson looked at the large and small stitches on his clothes and did not continue. Instead, he got back on the carriage with his brother and sister.

  The carriage quickly left the scene, and it seemed that only the unconscious boy curled up on the ground was left. The

  crimson moonlight shone on the boy's face on the ground. His eyelashes trembled twice, but he still did not wake up.

  "He is quite sensible. It seems that he is indeed just a wild Beyonder passing by." As a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded on this dark street, a figure wearing a black cloak walked out from the corner.

  He was not tall, thin, with slightly long cheeks, a little bald, and his face was painted with oil paint. A pair of slightly sinister dark green eyes looked in the direction where the carriage left, sneered, and looked at the boy on the ground again.

  "Little guy, run, why don't you run? Tell me where the thing of the Antigonus family is, maybe I can spare your life."

  "So this is what you want."

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 212 The Clown Kills the Magician

  "So that's what you're doing."

  A faint voice sounded not far behind the cloaked man, startling him. He immediately turned around and snapped his fingers. The torches on the wall of the alley not far away seemed to be blown by the wind, and the jumping flames rippled slightly. The next moment, the cloaked man disappeared out of thin air and appeared at the wall.

  The cloaked man with oil paint on his face did not delay. He quickly puffed his cheeks, simulating a "bang" sound, and let the invisible air bullet shoot out and hit hard not far from where he was originally. At the same time, his free left hand quickly groped under the cloak.

  But the air bullet he fired only hit the stone floor heavily, making a clear and reverberating sound, and even broke a small piece of the stone floor. A piece of gravel splashed and hit the face of the messy-haired boy who was curled up on the ground, cutting a small bloody wound on the side of his face.

  "Bang!" With a crisp gunshot, a demon-hunting bullet accurately shot at the temple of the cloaked man, and a figure wearing a black suit and a top hat also appeared a few steps away from the torch on the wall.

  Klein held his half-top hat with one hand and raised his revolver with the other. He fired three bullets in three different directions without stopping. These three bullets were different from the silver demon-hunting bullet just now. They were just ordinary brass bullets, and their purpose was just to force the opponent.

  Bang!

  The air exploded, and the silver demon-hunting bullet penetrated the temple of the cloaked man without any hindrance. His body was torn into pieces and disappeared bit by bit. However, they lost their thickness and turned into shredded paper. It turned out

  that it was just the paper substitute of the cloaked man that was hit!

  "Damn it." The next moment, the figure of the cloaked man appeared not far from Klein's side. He was about to puff up his cheeks to make an air bullet to attack Klein, but suddenly covered his left arm and screamed.

  It turned out that one of the bullets Klein had just casually fired hit the iron plate at the entrance of the alley, and coincidentally refracted at a strange angle, hitting the arm of the cloaked man who appeared behind Klein through a paper man substitute and flames.

  Good opportunity! Klein's eyes lit up, and he quickly retreated while raising his hand and snapping his fingers. The "Psychic Soother" collar pin on his shirt flashed a ray of light, and "Frenzy" was activated. The

  main ability of this Sequence 7 level extraordinary item is "Solace", but at the same time, it also has simple psychological hints and the ability of "Frenzy", which can "soothe" frenzy, loss of control and other problems, and can also make the opponent frenzy and lose reason.

  At the same time, Klein also raised the revolver in his hand and fired the last silver demon hunter bullet. Then he rolled over, and did not look at the result of his attack. Instead, he flexibly rushed towards the opponent, changing the magazine while running.

  The revolver he bought from Caspars at the Brave Bar only had five slots for bullets. Since he was only going out with his brother and sister to watch a show, he didn't carry too many bullets. In addition, he only had six demon hunting bullets left from the Church of the Evernight. To avoid wasting them, he didn't use them all at once.

  Before he decided to attack, he had already done a simple divination and determined that the opponent's sequence was most likely a Sequence 7 'Magician'. This was thanks to the tuxedo clown who appeared during the last battle at the dock warehouse. If it weren't for the extremely similar greasepaint on their faces, he wouldn't have thought of this.

  But Klein was a little confused. This cloaked man seemed to be much weaker than the tuxedo clown. You have to know that they were a complete Nighthawk team led by two Sequence 7s and carrying seals. It took a lot of effort to kill the opponent, and the guy in front of him was

  so weak.   

  Klein rushed to the cloaked man in a few steps. He took advantage of the time difference to quickly change the bullets in his revolver with both hands, and pulled the trigger again with one hand.

  The cloaked man was first hit by the bullet, and then disturbed by the frenzy released by the "Psychic Soother", which caused him to fail to dodge in time and completely avoid Klein's second demon hunting bullet. He only leaned back reluctantly, and the silver bullet penetrated his body from his waist, bursting with blood.

  This made his body, which was trying to roll to avoid, pause. Because of the sudden pain and the frenzy that had not yet completely subsided, his body was out of control. His feet slipped and he fell heavily into a puddle left by the evening rain.

  The thought of bad flashed through the cloaked man's mind quickly. He didn't have time to think about it. He immediately climbed up from the ground with pain, fired air bullets in Klein's direction, and reached into his pocket, but only grabbed a few wet and broken paper figures.

  At this time, Klein was already close at hand. He could even see the hideous expression on the face of the cloaked man opposite him, as well as the large amount of blood oozing from the two wounds on his arm and waist.

  "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

  Three consecutive gunshots, one bullet after another hit the cloaked man's head in the desperate look, blowing off his hood and breaking his head.

  Plop!

  The cloaked man with a slightly bald head leaned back, his slightly sinister dark green eyes quickly lost their vitality, became turbid and dim, and fell heavily to the ground.

  Huh!

  Klein took a deep breath, raised the muzzle of the revolver in his hand that was still hot, and put the talisman that was always tightly held in his other hand back into his pocket. He bent down to pick up the shells that fell on the ground, and put them into the iron cigarette box he carried with him one by one. Then he cautiously stepped forward to check the body.

  This was a man with a rather thin figure who looked quite old. His hairline was quite Loen-style, with brown hair, slightly long cheeks, a hooked nose, and several deep wrinkles on his forehead. His face was covered by layers of paint, so his features could not be seen clearly.

  Klein clenched his pistol, half-crouched, and groped the other person's body covered by a black cloak.

  One pocket, two pockets, three pockets. Twelve pockets. How could this person have so many pockets sewn on his cloak? Would he really not take the wrong thing because he remembered the wrong pocket during the battle? Klein muttered to himself, quickly rummaging through the body, and put all the small pile of things he found on the other person on the ground beside him.

  Among them was a blood-stained wallet, two small pockets, a few cards of unknown function, three bronze keys, a pipe without anything in it, a dagger with a sheath, a few incomplete decks of playing cards, some bottles and jars of unknown use, a white crystal pendulum, a few coins, some soaked and broken paper figures, a box of matches soaked in water, and a few candles.

  (End of this chapter)