Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The words "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" recited by Edward Vaughan in the ancient Hermetic language caused some fluctuations in the gray fog. Klein looked around vigilantly and immediately grabbed the "Black Emperor" card and the sun brooch in his hands, fearing that some unexpected situation would suddenly occur.

But the gray fog, which seemed to be unchanging since ancient times, showed no other unusual phenomena except that its flow accelerated and some vortex-like waves appeared. It was very likely that it was just a conditioned reflex triggered by the name.

After the dream divination ended, Klein felt that the connection with the mysticism was completely severed, and he took a few deep breaths with lingering fear.

It’s not the first or second time that I’ve been caught by the object of divination. Moreover, Mr. Edward didn’t talk nonsense or burn me like firewood. He just said a few words of the honorific name of “The Fool”… How did He know? …Yes, the Aurora Society obtained my honorific name through “Little Sun” and has issued a bounty in various secret gatherings. It’s not surprising that He knew about this…

The connection has been severed, so there should be no worries. Recalling the divination scene that had horrified him just now, Klein hissed, feeling that it would be a pity not to be able to pull the other party into Tarot.

After pretending to be a "god" for so long, one becomes somewhat arrogant and concerned about one's reputation.

But if you cannot guarantee that the other party will not do anything bad to you, it is better not to take the risk of playing tricks in front of the angel.

Anyway, he didn't dare to divine again that "Edward Vaughn would do him harm." If he put himself in his shoes, if he was walking on the street and was suddenly looked at twice in a row by an indescribable high-level being, Klein himself would be somewhat confused and angry.

His mind turned, and he disappeared into the gray fog.

But just as his front foot disappeared, the gray fog began to vibrate. Things that looked like vines and roots slowly climbed up to the corners of the gray fog like creepers. The decayed aura they carried repelled the Source Castle, causing a strong reaction in the gray fog. But then the power of fraud flashed, and the broken mystical connection was forcibly connected. The unknown authority triggered a faint "possibility" caused by Klein's reckless behavior, and the roots entangled with the gray fog began to seesaw, gradually stabilizing, intertwining and twisting with each other, forming a hole with a twisted light arc on the edge, like an eye.

The hole lasted for a few seconds before dispersing again. A black silhouette then appeared above Sefirah Castle. Sometimes it twisted, with curved horns and wings, and sometimes it turned into a strip-like object and a huge hole. It was never able to completely leave the blockade of the gray fog and step into Sefirah Castle.

Soon, the uninvited guest realized the best way, and the shadow began to shrink towards the center, with a clear head and body. A layer of mystical concepts from the old world floated down, wrapping the twisted and squirming vines, and the shadow took on a human outline in the blink of an eye. At the same time, someone used the ability of deception again, causing the boiling gray fog to gradually calm down and recognize the intruder.

The fog dissipated.

The Decayed King opened his eyes and looked straight ahead for a while before he moved his eyeballs, which had no visual function but were used to disguise himself as a human, and pretended to look around the place.

He clenched his hanging hands, then spread them out. After seeing the bronze table not far away, his pupil-less eyes narrowed slightly.

Something moved under the floor-length cloak, and a crow with white eyes came out from it, landing on the ground and turning into Amon. He turned his head, and unlike the virtual personality Adam, he had never understood the concept of "banyan tree" and saw the human shell of the Outer God for the first time.

In order to better deceive Sefirah, He now looked almost the same as a human, with clear body divisions, pale and reserved, but using the struggles of all things as nourishment, equally bringing decay and death to all life in the universe. The dark charred bones were His crown, entwined with withered branches, and the cracks were filled with indelible blood, as bright red as flowing lava, which was also the brightest and clearest part of His body.

The roots turned into long pale hair with dark black tips, which fell slightly messily on His shoulders and behind. The creature struggled upward, trying to grasp the hand of hope, which was the piping embroidered with gold thread on His floor-length cloak.

But all of this is very blurry, as if it were a statue that had not yet been finely carved. The cheeks were painted with simple white blocks, with oval eye sockets and eyeballs symbolizing the eyes, but there was no nose, and the mouth was a straight line. Dark blocks of color sloppily outlined the scope of the body. He was like an oil painting figure with a simple outline painted by a brush, and no details could be seen.

Walking in the source of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun without carrying a "scepter", the Decline King felt a little uncomfortable.

However, he had already confirmed that the person who had just spied on him was not Tianzun, and these insignificant details only flashed through his mind.

He did not move. The concept of native plants and the human-like shell reduced his rejection as he thought, but it also became a straitjacket for him. After standing for several seconds, he slowly raised his hands and took a step. He could feel a lot of resistance with every movement. In Amon's opinion, it was as if he was walking in water, but he could not cause too much waves.

Amon found that he and the Outer Gods had both boarded Sefirah Castle in spirit form, so he curiously turned around a few times not far away, and felt very fresh about this Sefirah that had been missing for thousands of years. As one of the ways to master Sefirah Castle, it was impossible to say that he had no ideas, but the Outer Gods were standing next to him and looking at him coldly. Amon, who didn't want to take responsibility and fate, and didn't have enough strength, certainly couldn't take the opportunity to establish contact.

"Don't worry, I don't have that sense of responsibility." He said jokingly, "What are you going to do now?"

The Decayed King answered him with his actions. He took steps towards the long bronze table, and a trace of withered air followed closely at his feet, leaving a fleeting gray-black mark on the illusory ground.

The Outer God walked slowly, step by step, to the table with 22 chairs. He lowered his eyes and passed through several of the seats with path signs on the back, lingering for a few seconds on the high-back chair with the "Gate" and "Fool" path signs.

He said nothing, and finally looked at a card placed in front of The Fool. His spiritual intuition told him that it was the Black Emperor.

"How interesting..." He whispered to himself.

Amon, who was wandering around Sefirah Castle, also found new fun. He discovered that in the corner of this ancient and solemn temple, there was a pile of debris blocked by gray fog. There were clothes and various low-sequence extraordinary items placed in a mess. Among them, a brass key with a special smell caught his attention. He took the key to show it to the Outer God, and unexpectedly received a sneer and a compliment from the Outer God.

"Have you confirmed the identity of the person just now?"

"Ah."

Following the other party's guidance, Amon's eyes fell on the "Fool" seat at the head of the long table. Combined with the various doubts about a certain fortune teller, he turned into an emoticon package of "Amon is shocked and cracked".

There was a stack of tarot cards in the corner of the table. The Decayed King took it, shuffled it a few times, and then drew a card:
The Justice card.

He had no expression on his face, put it aside without any surprise, and drew another one:
The Devil card.

The hideous and terrifying demons often have sweet voices and use money and so-called security to lure people into becoming their slaves.

Under the control of the devil, people lose their empathy, and their minds are occupied by naked primitive desires. In order to pursue money, they deny any other goals in life, and become selfish and greedy. However, when life ends, these materials no longer have any meaning.

Amon, who was still in a cracked state, was also intrigued by this. He stole a card from the middle and read aloud, "Lovers card?"

"Its reversed reading fits Amon's characteristics very well."

The Outer God took the three cards back and put them back into the pile of Tarot cards, putting them back exactly where they belonged: "It symbolizes self-consciousness and temptation. The reversed position represents failure, instability, unfaithfulness, and self-pity."

"I'm not willing to accept criticism on behalf of the original."

The Decayed King placed his hand on the bronze table, trying to read the memory from this inanimate object. However, this place was the source material, and the table was not a stable, normal object. All he could see was a gray foggy picture, a few blurry figures, and even the basic features of the owners of these chairs could not be seen clearly. The only thing that caught his attention was that there was something at the end of the table. It seemed to be a person, but in fact it was a false illusion created by an extraordinary object.

The Decayed King had no idea why this thing existed, but he did find a corresponding item in the junk pile: a completely black eye contaminated by the spirit of the true creator, Sequence 5 of the Fortune Teller's Path.

"Master Key", "Black Emperor Card", Klein asked himself how to remove the contamination of magical items...

All the clues matched.

He looked up, sized up the source, analyzed its possible effects and uses, and soon understood. He slowly walked to an empty chair and sat down. The mist on the top of the high-backed chair surged rapidly, first showing an empty land and half-withered plants, and then turned into a ruined city wrapped in layers of branches and vines. The two emblems flashed back and forth several times, and finally stopped at the latter.

It seems that this is the way to "correctly establish a connection with Sefirah Castle" without belonging to the three secret paths. It should not be like this originally, but it was materialized according to Klein's idea... The Decayed King did not look back, but he saw the changes behind him and thought thoughtfully. Even if the connection is successfully established, as long as he further consolidates it, he can make the connection derive the "possibility of ascending Sefirah Castle again."

He stood up, letting the emblem slowly fade away.

Just as the Decayed King was deep in thought, Amon seemed to have suddenly found something new. He pointed to the depths of Sefirah Castle and said:

"There are a few steps there."

"There's nothing there. I didn't see anything." The Outer God replied calmly, "It should be something left by the Heavenly Lord. Only you can see it. Since you have seen it, then go up and take a look."

...Amon squeezed his monocle with a forced smile and walked into the depths of the gray fog. He stopped at an open space, looked upwards, and said, "There are six steps here..." After saying that, he made a gesture of taking a step up the stairs, and then disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The Decayed King looked around, but didn't see the Worm of Time falling. About a minute later, Amon suddenly appeared there again intact, with an expression that seemed distressed and puzzled. He walked back to the Outer God in two or three steps, and said as he recalled, "It's... very strange up there."

"I saw a hall with many light cocoons hanging on the roof. There were many souls inside, and all of them were wearing very strange clothes. This style reminded me of Antigonus and Zaratul. Could it be that their hobbies were also influenced by the top of the path?"

"There were three cocoons. No, four cocoons have been broken. They are empty inside. I don't know where the people inside have gone."

Four souls? One is in my hands, and the other two are Roselle and Klein. The ancient sun god is God's backup, so who is the other person? There has been no information about him for such a long time. Did he die before he became famous? This thought flashed through the mind of the Outer God, and he immediately came up with two guesses: "Maybe he is really dead" and "Maybe the lack of information is itself a kind of information." But this matter is not important, at least not for now.

Looking at the Outer God's thoughtful expression, Amon decided to go back and try to get some information about the era before the First Era.

"Should we go now?"

"Ah."

"And then what are you going to do?"

"Yes." The repulsion began to grow stronger, and the color blocks that made up the body began to fluctuate violently. The Outer God said concisely, "Go visit the Fool."

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15 Minsk Street.

Klein waited anxiously for more than an hour, but nothing strange happened. The tables and chairs did not suddenly attack him, and no demons came out to chase him. It seemed that because his divination had no malicious intent (it was purely out of curiosity and accident), it did not trigger Mr. Edward's demonic crisis instinct. Naturally, he was not prepared like Belia, or used the connection to find him directly.

After all, the gray fog can even block the eyes of gods!
Mr. Edward probably just felt that someone was spying on him, so he looked over and didn't see clearly who was looking at him...

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost seven o'clock. Klein found that his stomach was growling with hunger. He couldn't help but miss the angel's cooking.

Klein thought to himself with a smile. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, startling him so much that he jumped up from the sofa.

Who is it? Klein hurried to the door. The moment he grabbed the door handle, his spiritual intuition had already outlined the appearance of the visitor outside:
It was Edward Vaughan.

Klein almost jumped up. He had just been discovered while fortune-telling for someone else, and now the other party came to his door. He felt guilty as a thief.

...But He should have no reason to think that I was the one spying on Him. After all, I am just an ordinary Sequence 7 who hasn't even found the materials for the potion promotion... I think the most likely possibility is that He came to talk to me about the demon Belia. After all, I was the one who told Him the news in the beginning, and now the matter has been resolved... That should be it? I hope so... Feeling that he had hesitated for a long time, Klein regretted not hanging up the Do Not Disturb sign while turning the doorknob mutteringly, using the power of the clown to pretend that nothing had happened, and looked at the visitor outside the door with "surprise":
"Mr. Edward? What do you want from me?"

The Abyss Angel smiled calmly: "It's okay, it's about Belia. Your information has helped me gain some benefits from this matter. I don't want to owe others, so I have time to visit now."

As expected. Klein felt relieved and moved aside to make room for the man. “Come in and talk. I’ll go get some tea.”

"No, I have other things to do. I'm here to talk to you for a few minutes and then I'll leave."

Edward took out his wallet, opened it, and pulled out a stack of banknotes. After thinking for a moment, he put the banknotes back and exchanged them for a check (Klein saw a thick stack of such checks in the other person's wallet, and he was shamefully jealous). He said to Klein while searching through the wallet:

"You have done me a great service."

“He” did not specify what the benefit was, but handed Klein a check for five hundred pounds. “This is the reward.”

After Klein took the check with surprise, He asked naturally, "By the way, many secret gatherings have mentioned a new evil god called The Fool recently. Have you received any news or intelligence?"

How come even you are asking me this...! How many people have asked me this? Klein felt that he was about to burst out laughing, and replied nonchalantly: "Sure enough, you also have relevant channels. I have also received similar news recently, but I am not sure. This may be a new evil god, or a disguise of an existing evil god."

Edward nodded, showing no distrust or affirmation of this answer. He reached into his pocket and casually threw something to Klein:

“This is also a reward.”

"A Sequence 7 Beyonder characteristic. The sequence is too low, and I can't remember to sell it, so I'll give it to you as well."

"If it's sold, it will be worth at least one thousand pounds. This reward should be generous enough."

Beyonder characteristics? The Tarot Club Exchange can open again! Klein caught the object easily and took a closer look. It was a palm-sized glass bottle with a dark and chaotic interior.

There was also a label on the bottle: Church of Night - Nightmare - Soul.

Seeing these words, cold sweat suddenly crawled up Klein's back. Human instinct made him want to look up to see Edward's expression, but his eyes and mind were completely attracted by the purple-black mist in the bottle.

The moment the mist landed on his hand, it began to spin and twist, revealing a human face. This face had a slightly high hairline and deep gray eyes. In Klein's memory, this face was funny, humorous, and had a bad memory. It was serious but often showed a gentle smile. It stared at him with wide eyes, eyes full of fear and sadness. He opened his mouth and shouted silently to the person holding the bottle over and over again:
run!
run! !

Run! ! !

Captain... Nightmare, Dunn Smith... Why, why are you here... Captain, you should be sleeping in the goddess' kingdom... Tingen Goddess... Devil... Devil!!!
"You really do know him, Klein Moretti."

"We actually met, didn't we? In Tingen, when the True Creator descended."

A voice like a devil's chanting rang out above his head. Klein's hands began to tremble violently. He no longer had the courage to raise his head. The caution and strength he had accumulated until now were all swallowed up by the bottomless fear and despair at this moment.

His vision went dark and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

This is the power of the Apostle of Desire... Klein staggered back two steps and leaned weakly against the wall of the entrance. He slid down bit by bit and could no longer see anything with his eyes.

I'm dying……

He died of the most common sudden heart failure, without any external injuries or suspicion. The angel's methods were much more sophisticated than Jason Belia's.

Edward watched quietly as Klein died, still clutching the glass bottle tightly before he died. He retreated, disappearing like a weightless shadow, leaving No. 15 Minsk Street. The lights in the house went out one after another, and the wooden sign "Owner Absent" automatically flew up and hung on the door that was closed by the wind.

He used five hundred pounds and Nightmare's soul to successfully buy Klein's life.

……

It was almost dark, and Sherlock still hadn't come. Emlyn leaned against the wall with his arms folded in confusion, looking at the sunset in the distance and his pocket watch from time to time. If the other party hadn't paid a thousand pounds in advance and took the initiative to arrange a time, he would have thought he was stood up.

Is Sherlock not coming?
What about the extraordinary materials he ordered?
I'll wait a little longer...

TBC
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State of decay: Modeled but not rendered

A short and powerful title, a very memorable chapter! From this chapter on, I will use numbers to write chapter titles, otherwise there will be too many words hhh
And I've always wanted to say that it's really interesting. Everyone assumes that Klein discovered Edward first, and the bet is only on the length of time. It seems that everyone knows how much favor Sefirah Castle has.

(End of this chapter)