Although Klein had decided to observe from afar once the Church made a move, he wasn't foolish enough to wait inside the Saint Samuel Cathedral. He guessed the Church would act tonight, so he took a trackless carriage back to 15 Minsk Street.
He didn't go home immediately but first glanced at 16 Minsk Street across the street. He could vaguely see a figure pacing back and forth inside. Clearly, Lynn had already returned home.
"Is he mentally preparing himself for prayer?" This familiar scene made Klein's mood increasingly complex. He shook his head and entered his house. After taking off his coat, he pretended nothing had happened and picked up a newspaper, pretending to read it.
In reality, Klein was ready to ascend to the gray fog at any moment to respond to Lynn.
After a while, Lynn, feeling the time was right, took a deep breath, drew the curtains, and sat on the sofa. He began to pray in Hermes,
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;
The Mysterious Ruler above the gray fog;
The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
After finishing his prayer, Lynn sat on the sofa, nervously waiting.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… After a few moments, just as Lynn began to doubt whether he should execute Script 2, his vision blurred, and he saw red light engulfing him. The next thing he knew, he found himself in an endless gray and white mist, with an ancient and mottled bronze long table before him.
He's here?
Lynn looked around in surprise, seeing the scene described in the original novel; towering stone pillars supporting a majestic palace like a giant's residence, and at the head of the bronze long table, a mysterious figure shrouded in thick gray fog seemed to be gazing down at everything.
Ah, here he is, the wild Mr. Fool!
Lynn blinked, seemingly stunned. After a moment, he reacted, stood up, and performed a standard etiquette toward the head of the bronze long table, nervously asking:
"Are you Mr. Fool?"
Klein nodded with a smile and said, "You can call me Mr. Fool."
While speaking, Klein slightly lowered his head, raised his left hand in a virtual grip, and lightly tapped his brow twice to activate his spiritual vision.
Klein was momentarily stunned because Lynn looked the same with or without spiritual vision, unlike "Justice" and "The Hanged Man," who emitted an aura visible to him. He couldn't see Lynn's spirit body colors.
As expected, Lynn is different from ordinary Beyonders. He might truly be a "reincarnation" of some big shot if such a concept exists here… Klein muttered inwardly, closed his spiritual vision, and looked at the high-backed chair behind Lynn.
Symbols representing the Pathway of Mystery Pryer quickly moved, forming eyes filled with countless brilliant stars, cold and indifferent, without eyelashes.
This is the symbol of the Mystery Pryer pathway?
Klein speculated while calmly asking, "Why did you pray to me?"
Although Klein had already learned Lynn's reasons through his Sherlock persona, he wanted to confirm it again as Mr. Fool. Maybe he could get some extra clues.
Sherlock was just Lynn's friend. The other party might not fully disclose matters involving deities.
Lynn hesitated for a second before answering, "I prayed to you at the request of a being who calls himself the Angel of Secrets."
Angel of Secrets? Isn't that the angel Lynn mentioned last time? So, it's the name of the angel compatriot?
I understand now. Lynn probably knew the "weird person" he mentioned was the Angel of Secrets. When he mentioned the Angel of Secrets before, he was likely testing us to see if we knew the angel compatriot, as the angel had guided him to find me...
Klein quickly figured out Lynn's previous strange behavior. Maintaining a calm expression, he smiled and asked, "What did He want you to pray for?"
"He didn't specify what to pray for, only asked me to pray to you, saying it would be good for me," Lynn shook his head. His goal was simply to join the Tarot Club.
So, what does the angel compatriot mean? does he Wants me to help Lynn and accelerate his growth?
Klein speculated inwardly. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "I think He wants you to grow into a true high-level Beyonder with my help."
Lynn pretended to be surprised, showing some apprehension and doubt before asking, "Mr. Fool, what do I need to give in return?"
Anyone familiar with the Beyonder world knows there's no such thing as a free lunch.
"I believe in fair exchange," Klein said calmly with a smile. "I have permitted a secret gathering to be established here."
"Please allow me to join this secret gathering," Lynn said without hesitation. Whether from his heart or his current persona, this was a reasonable result.
"I can allow you to join, but you must abide by some rules," Klein said, lightly tapping the mottled surface of the bronze long table. "Do not disclose anything about me to anyone unless I permit it."
"Including the angel who asked you to pray to me."
Although this might reveal that Mr. Fool and the angel compatriot are not well acquainted, Klein valued secrecy over some so-called prestige.
Anyway, in the eyes of other Tarot Club members, Mr. Fool is an ancient god returning from the old times, regaining strength and authority.
Under these circumstances, it's reasonable for Mr. Fool to be cautious about the Angel of Secrets, even if they were once allies, until fully recovered.
Lynn wasn't surprised by Klein's request but showed a hesitant expression, seemingly conflicted before quickly nodding, "Your will is my command."
"Very well. Every Monday at three in the afternoon, clear your mind," Klein said, manifesting the unchosen Tarot cards on the bronze long table, smiling as he continued, "They have chosen their names based on the Tarot cards. You can pick one, except for the ones already taken."
Finally, the exciting moment of card selection arrived!
Lynn looked at the array of Tarot cards before him, displaying a thoughtful expression before saying, "The Pope! I'll choose The Pope!"
No special reason, just thought it sounded good.
(End of Chapter)