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

Chapter 123 Finally arrived at the Tarot Club

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Klein sat in the main seat and was about to try to pull someone in when he suddenly saw his pile of miscellaneous items exposed in the gray fog in the distance. He immediately took a breath of cold air, feeling ashamed, and quickly moved it away.

After moving the pile of debris and grabbing a few pieces of gray fog to cover himself, Klein returned to the position of The Fool. After observing the surroundings and confirming that everything was correct, he waited for a moment. He took out his pendulum, took a deep breath, and tried to divine.

According to convention, he only needed to find a divination topic and then enter a dream. However, after being killed by his divination subject, Klein now felt that the gray fog was a "hot potato". It could provide him with help beyond his ability, making him omnipotent like a god, but it also subtly made him lose his awe of the world and become bold and reckless.

But... why was it that only Edward Vaughn could find me so accurately? Before, both the Eternal Blazing Sun and the True Creator... was He stronger than those True Gods? This shouldn't be the case, or is it that the True God angels I divined can actually see me, it's just a matter of whether they can see clearly or not, or whether they are willing to teach me a lesson? This would explain why the True Creator asked the Aurora Society to directly issue a missing person commission.

He held the topaz pendulum, feeling a bit torn.

I have to divine to know whether the Tarot Club can be held smoothly, but if I really divine something, I will be visited again. I may not be able to avoid the disaster, but the other people in the Tarot Club are innocent.

"It's really troublesome..."

Klein sighed secretly, but he did not have much repulsion towards the gray fog. Because if it were not for the gray fog, he would have been killed in Tingen, really killed. And the captain and his men were unable to deal with the offspring of the evil god, and Tingen might have suffered an unimaginable tragedy.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Klein shook his head, throwing away all the anxiety and frustration in his mind. He took out a pen and paper, pondered for a long time, and wrote down the divination statement:

"Today's Tarot Club will go smoothly."

Success or failure depends on this one move! I have left a suicide note. If I die suddenly again this time, I will be buried as Sherlock Moriarty. There is no need to give Melissa and the others another pain of separation... Of course, I have left myself some burial expenses. Please do not cremate me...!
After repeating it silently seven times, Klein took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

This time the dream was very short. Klein felt as if he had just closed his eyes and opened them. He didn't even remember any details of the dream, but the time showed that a minute had passed. He lowered his head and saw that his topaz pendulum was rotating clockwise at a medium amplitude.

It's dangerous, but can it go smoothly?

Klein carefully divined again. A minute later, he opened his eyes and saw the topaz was still rotating steadily clockwise.

Is it really safe?
He did not put it into practice immediately, but quietly waited for time to pass and adjusted his mood and state. It was not until three o'clock that he pulled everyone up on time.

A deep red and illusory light rose up, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Last night, she finally got the Sequence 7 "Psychologist" potion formula she had always dreamed of. At this moment, she still felt a mixture of excitement, agitation, steadiness, and stability. The Psychological Alchemy Society did not ask her to make a contribution immediately, saying that it was an advance payment. However, they fully believed that Miss Audrey had an excellent "repayment" ability.

There are no new members... "Justice" Audrey stood up, cast her eyes towards the top of the bronze table, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. This afternoon..."

The gray fog suddenly vibrated, and a light suddenly appeared on an empty chair far away, attracting everyone's attention.

Behind the chair, a symbol he had never seen before appeared. It did not belong to any of the 22 paths. Vines like snakes or dry fingers were piled up one after another, and the ruins of buildings were vaguely visible in the gaps. Klein immediately felt that his spirituality was affected, and that the all-black eye used to control the dummy's "world" was also attracted. The black lines began to twist in the direction of the chair, as if it was being sucked over.

The silhouette of the "world" began to shake, as if it would disappear in the next second.

If all these "black lines" fall on that chair, then the controller of the dummy "world" will not be me! It is very likely to be the mysterious person who came up before and turned over the blasphemy card!

Klein looked at the others. Whether it was Justice, the Sun, or the Magician, they all looked in pain, staggering from side to side, with red on their astral bodies, a symbol of emotional instability. The Hanged Man, who was higher in sequence than them, was struggling to support himself on the bronze table with his elbows, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Specks of light emerged from the astral bodies of the crowd and poured into the empty chair. Silently, an extremely faint figure seemed to appear on the empty chair, fluctuating like a water mark, and the swirling black line shook even more violently at this moment, almost escaping Klein's control and attaching to the transparent figure!
That chair should be a ritual passage! It is absorbing the spirituality of everyone and even wants to use the "All Black Eye" to replace it!
Klein understood it in an instant, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. This was the first time he encountered such a dangerous situation. He vaguely heard a strange sound of wind, as if the breeze was gently blowing the leaves, or the dry branches were rubbing against each other. The sound became louder and louder, more and more obvious, and clearer, like an incomprehensible song that echoed repeatedly in a concert hall, making Klein's scalp numb.

This ritual cannot be allowed to complete!
Without hesitation, he attracted the gray fog, picked up the "Sun Brooch" and "Black Emperor" cards, and poured his spirituality into them without reservation. It was like the blazing sunlight at noon instantly descending into the mysterious space. The figure of the paper angel swelled up, and its black wings spread out. The twisted power temporarily changed the trajectory of the swaying black line. The gray fog and Klein's spirituality slightly relieved some of the pressure on everyone. The Tarot Club was able to take a breath, and felt the unimaginable pressure and the breath of the gods descending on their heads. At the same time, their spiritual intuition outlined such a picture -

Behind Mr. Fool, an illusory door slowly emerged, and an angel like one made of light and gold walked out of it, landed beside Mr. Fool, and spread twelve pairs of wings burning with flames. Another sacred being that could not be looked at directly walked out of the door and appeared on the other side, with a black shadow forming a majestic but distorted figure.

Angel……

Everyone in the Tarot Club thought, watched, and felt in shock.

Two angels!

At the head of the long bronze table, two angels stood silently. Mr. Fool, who was ancient and mysterious, and as calm as time, pointed his finger, and light and shadow rushed towards the chair at the same time. The light and shadow intertwined and turned into a magnificent rain of light.

This is the power of God!

Everyone was shocked by the scene at the moment and forgot to breathe.

But Klein was not calm at this time. He found that the ceremony was only paused for a moment, and the paper angel that he had spent half of his spiritual power to build didn't even have two seconds. The first black line seemed to have fallen on the transparent silhouette. The black line fell on the arm. Not sure if it was an illusion or reality, Klein saw that the right hand of the transparent silhouette suddenly had a physical body. Then, this right hand reached out to the other black lines, as if he wanted to connect them one by one!

I can't stop this at all. Klein immediately made a judgment. He should leave immediately and return everyone's spirits to their original places. From now on, the Tarot Club can simply not be held!
He immediately prepared to act, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a layer of black gauze shining with starlight appearing on his body.

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"Three o'clock on Monday afternoon... This time is indeed unusual." The Decayed King muttered to himself. He was concentrating on communicating the mystical connection he left on the gray fog. The greatest repulsion came from Sefirah Castle itself, and the rest was only a little resistance that was so small that it could be ignored. In ten seconds at most, He would be able to reach Sefirah Castle.

"How strange... Klein Moretti is already dead. Who is summoning these people on time? Is he not dead? Or is it that the one summoning them is not him, but Sefirah Castle itself? Has the next successor appeared?"

It went smoothly. The obstruction was loud but actually painless. Soon, He felt that his right hand could move freely.

Suddenly, He felt a strange threat. This threat was neither fatal nor dangerous, but it did trigger His spiritual warning. Above Sefirah Castle, the right hand that was about to touch the next black line stopped in the air, and the skin on the back of the hand parted, revealing an eye without pupils. Looking up, he saw a night sky with a red moon hanging in it.

“——.”

The symbol behind the Sefirah Castle chair immediately began to distort. The vines and ruins disappeared, transforming into a pentagram and a goat's head - the symbol of the Devil's Path.

Klein's pupils shrank as he suddenly thought of that person.

The night sky was shrouded.

Under Klein's horrified gaze, the tulle glittering with starlight gently floated above the abnormal chair. The ceremony on the chair obviously paused, and the two sides seemed to be in a standoff. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity, but he had tried his best to stop it but to no avail, and he really didn't know what else he could do now.

At this moment, he felt something keenly.

It was a very strange feeling... like... an application? Permission? The spiritual contact made Klein stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the information actually came from the black gauze. The gauze seemed to be seeking his "permission" before helping him suppress the chair that was trying to invade.

"Allow" seems to mean to let the black veil stay on the gray fog? Just like I pulled the Tarot Club up. ...This...let the wolf in? Drive the tiger to eat the wolf? How can I face the tiger after swallowing the wolf? No, at least the black veil looks like it is helping me, instead of invading directly like the chair...The two of them may be able to suppress each other, and the black veil conveys such a feeling to me, which is a good thing for me...But why do I always have to make such a decision? Can't I just throw this piece of gray fog to others?

I have no choice. Klein made his decision.

The black veil was allowed to float down gently, covering the entire chair. Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the Tarot Club members, because in their spirituality, it was a whole starry night sky pressing down, forcing the terrifying and hideous demons to retreat into the darkness. They marveled at the sublime beauty of the night sky, and were even more horrified at the great existence that the night sky might represent, and its relationship with the mysterious Mr. Fool. Klein also saw it. After the black veil covered the chair, a crimson full moon flashed across it.

Mr. Fool almost praised the goddess in the gray mist.

Their confrontation ended, and the black veil and the chair fell silent at the same time, as if they were temporarily maintaining their balance because they were unable to suppress the other.

The gray fog gradually calmed down. Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He put away the Holy Symbol of the Sun and the Card of Blasphemy, and sat at the head of the table in a mysterious manner. He continued to control the dummy "world" and spoke calmly and peacefully to the people whose foreheads were almost touching the table. He smiled and said:

"You can raise your head now."

Upon hearing this, Justice Audrey was the first to move. She looked around and slowly raised her head. Then she looked at The Fool. Klein felt tangible awe and praise.

Miss Justice is a noblewoman... She is most likely a believer in the Goddess of Night. I can understand her expression... It always feels strange that I, as an "evil god", am now suspected of getting help from the goddess as an "evil god"... Does the goddess know where this place is? When did she notice me?
Although he thought about it, Klein didn't have the courage to ask while praying.

Soon after, The Magician, The Sun, and The World also raised their heads one after another. The Hanged Man looked in the direction of the Fool, but did not dare to look directly at him. He only dared to look at the Blasphemy Card in the Fool's hand.

"Praise you, Mr. Fool!"

No one else dared to speak, but Audrey's brisk and joyful voice broke the eternal silence above the gray fog, allowing Klein, who was originally feeling a little depressed, to temporarily get rid of his troubles.

He nodded slightly as a response to her compliment.

"Can you tell me what just happened?"

Her heart was beating fast. "If you're willing, I'll, uh, do my best to pay you."

This question may be very offensive, but after seeing the two angels under the Fool’s command, and even the power that resembles the Goddess of Night, Miss Justice has sincerely believed that Mr. Fool is a great being like the righteous God, benevolent and powerful.

What happened? I want to know, too. Safe? Is this the safety of the divination result? What kind of safety is this? ... Klein laughed in an unfathomable way and said calmly, "No need."

"Just an unauthorized visitor."

He tried his best to use the simplest words to fully mobilize the imagination of the Tarot Club members, and sure enough, he saw several of them lean back slightly.

“Thanks for your answer!”

Miss Justice stood up and saluted The Fool. When she sat down again, Audrey took in the figures of the other members and combined them with the images she had observed before to form a dynamic scene:

The "Sun" was very stable and a little unusually excited. Ah, was it because of the angel of light just now? Just like the "Sun" in the ancient books, he should have felt a spiritual resonance.

Fors felt a little depressed while relaxing... She passed the test of the Abraham family member and became his student, but was forced to accept something that was not good for her?
Mr. World is as cold and gloomy as usual... It's incredible. After such a big thing happened, he can still be so calm. How strong is he? Maybe I need to get Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 to grasp his emotional changes and thoughts...

Mr. Hanged Man... Huh? Mr. Hanged Man looked a little impatient? His body movements showed panic, but he suppressed it. He had been quietly looking at Mr. Fool, as if he was expecting something. Could it be that he needed help in a serious incident? I wonder if there was another big event at sea... He also looked at Mr. World and had some expectations. It was very likely that the "Werewolf" Beyonder characteristic that Mr. World had entrusted him to sell had already produced results. He might have also found one of the two materials, the characteristic of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep-sea naga...

Well, The Fool is still as mysterious, powerful and unpredictable as ever.

A series of thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind. She looked at the figure shrouded in the gray fog and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained three new pages of Roselle's diary."

This was the copy she had requested from the Psychological Alchemy Society. Because it was only mentioned last night and time was tight, Eslant only had time to give her three pages.

"What reward do you want?" Klein asked with a smile.

Audrey answered sincerely, "Just consider it as a reward for answering my question earlier, okay?"

When she said this, she inexplicably felt like showing off:
Mr. Hanged Man, you guys don’t even know about the existence of the Twilight Hermitage!
Oh, I'm so envious. I wonder what difficult question Miss Justice asked me in private... I'll write to the teacher when I get back and ask him if he has Roselle's diary. No, I have to tell others that it's his notes... Magician Fors suddenly felt eager and motivated.

Under the suspicious gaze of The Hanged Man, Klein nodded nonchalantly:

"can."

Audrey quickly materialized three pages of a yellow-brown diary and passed them to Mr. Fool.

Klein took it and looked at it. The first page read:

"On January 13th, we were able to establish stable contact with Mr. 'Gate'."

As Klein picked up the diary, Audrey added, "Mr. Fool, I will give you another ten pages of the diary later. This is the reward for your previous protection."

She repeated her private promise, lest Mr. Fool think that she had forgotten about it. The reason why she had just deducted the news about the Twilight Hermits was because she wanted to settle a “debt” first, and she felt a little bit like showing off.

Reward for providing protection...Magician Fors chewed on these words and suddenly realized that he had missed a very important question.

In the matter of the Abraham family, Mr. Fool did send an "angel" to help me interfere with the divination! I should also pay the corresponding compensation... It's over, I didn't even think of this before... I thought it was the same as other rituals, and it was over after it was over... Fors was a little panicked for a moment.

In normal ritual magic, when praying for help from gods or corresponding beings, sacrifices would be offered in advance, burning essential oils and herbal essences that would please the target, which was equivalent to paying the reward in advance. In rituals related to The Fool, many steps could be omitted, and the price could be paid afterwards, or even not at all. This made Fors, who was accustomed to the former, subconsciously just say thank you.

She looked at the top of the bronze table and said sincerely:
"Dear Mr. Fool, your interference with divination has greatly helped me. I will also collect ten pages of Roselle's diary for you as soon as possible."

Seeing the performance of Miss Justice and Miss Magician, "Sun" Derrick Berg suddenly realized and found a way to fully express his gratitude.

However, Silver City does not have the so-called diary of Emperor Roselle... Uh, Mr. Fool is very interested in history, I need to read more similar materials and documents... Derrick thought about it and made a promise to Mr. Fool who was sitting high above.

The Hanged Man watches all of this and no longer has any doubt about the greatness of the Fool and the fact that he has an Angel as his servant. He breathes a sigh of relief, feeling that he has finally grabbed a life-saving piece of driftwood.

TBC
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Finally arrived at Sefirah Castle.

Goddess/Decline: Gaining a position on Sefirah Castle (how come there is someone else in this position) is like attending a tea party in kindergarten, six days of silence for a week, only some weak signals came on Monday... So scary... Gold pounds...

(End of this chapter)