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99 Direction

Klein didn't respond.

Even though he knew about this, and even though he was the one who did it, the Fool obviously shouldn't have any reaction to it - unless he intended to admit that it was his own Follower who did it.

But this was impossible, so the Fool did not react at all. Instead, Alice slammed the table and glared at the others who looked at her and then looked away, saying,

"What do you mean? It's as if I did it! Do I look like that kind of person?"

Miss Destiny, you are not like her, you are her... "Justice" Audrey retracted her gaze and did not dare to speak.

"You don't look like one," The World commented sincerely, "We can all see that you are not human."

"?" Alice glared at him.

"Justice" Audrey and the others who had anticipated this held back their laughter in time. Even the most innocent "Moon" Emlyn bit his lip to avoid laughing.

The World coughed lightly as if to cover up, and then said to the others:

"It is true that Miss Fate did not do this. She did not have to do this. Perhaps some of you have received news that she is now a saint of the Church of Evernight."

This was not a secret news, the new version of the Holy Scriptures of the Church of Evernight had already spread, the new Saint was no longer a secret, the members of the Tarot Club just weren't used to Alice's identity and often couldn't remember it.

They nodded, accepted the matter, and no longer suspected Alice. "Justice" Audrey even asked,

"Ms. Destiny, do you know why this person did this? Has the church found out the results of its investigation?"

Alice glanced at Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the head of the bronze table, with a smile on her face. Then she tapped her right chest four times, drew a crimson moon symbol, and said softly:

"Praise the goddess."

This... The members of the Tarot Club soon realized that this behavior was actually an answer, meaning that this was a secret, but...

This behavior is blasphemous!

No matter what Alice's past was like or what her future would be like, they all knew that Miss Fate was currently just an angel, and the Fool...

In the minds of Tarot Club members, The Fool is more mysterious and more powerful than the Seven Gods!

Even though they knew that Miss Fate had an ambiguous relationship with these two beings, and had seen Miss Fate offend Mr. Fool more than once, they still looked towards the head seat at the long bronze table.

Klein knew why they were looking at him. At this moment, in this situation, Klein, who had just realized that he might be a follower of the night, sighed softly.

You fools should also praise the goddess in private...

He muttered something in his heart, but just moved the corners of his lips and looked at Alice with a smile.

Klein said nothing, but this one glance was enough for everyone to realize that Mr. Fool didn't care about this matter. Alger, the Hanged Man, even remembered what Miss Destiny said about "betting on both sides" a long time ago.

It seems that Miss Fate chose Mr. Fool because he was the most reliable choice...

Alger, the Hanged Man, had a new question in his mind - was it because fate chose this option that this option was the most reliable, or was it because this option was the most reliable that fate chose this option? Alger, the Hanged Man

, sighed and thought of the "prophet" who committed suicide that Alice had mentioned.

In the face of fate, similar questions seem destined to be misunderstood.

However, Miss Fate... shouldn't be able to represent fate at this moment?

The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Alice uncertainly. Unfortunately, he lacked understanding of the realm above the angels and could not continue thinking - after all, he was not even a demigod.

In the silence, Cattleya turned to the World and said,

"I will give you the information you want this week."

"Okay." The dummy "World" nodded.

This indicated that the communication link had been opened or resumed again. Alger, the Hanged Man, thought about it, turned his head and asked Derrick, the Sun:

"Have you figured out the matter of the former chief's mausoleum?"

"The Sun" Derrick said with some shame: "I only made two friends."

As an extraordinary person who followed the "Sun" path, he fought purely with others in the training ground, but he could not win once out of ten times. He managed to establish connections with his old acquaintances by getting beaten up, but there were only two people who could be called friends.

Without waiting for the Hanged Man to respond, he quickly added:

"However, I heard that the 'Six-member Council' wants to open the mausoleum. No matter what, at least they have to recover the characteristics."

In Silver City, no one thinks that this behavior is wrong, because to them, waste is a crime.

The Hanged Man Alger nodded slightly and changed his words of instruction:

"Well done.

"You don't have to be a friend to help. When you have established connections with enough people, you will naturally gain certain intelligence."

The recognized "Sun" Derrick was stunned for two seconds, and the shame in his heart faded away. He said awkwardly:

"I will find out more about this matter."

I will try to make two more friends before the next Tarot gathering. No, one more friend... Derrick quickly set a goal in his mind.

Seeing this, Klein asked World Gehrman Sparrow to speak in a low voice:

"If it involves the realm of death, you can ask me for advice."

Alice glanced at Klein thoughtfully, remembering his "favored one" of the "God of Death" path.

"Thank you, Mr. World," Derrick replied gratefully.

Alice turned her head and looked at "Sun" Derrick. She also wanted to say something on this topic, but it seemed difficult to find a suitable topic. After hesitating for two seconds, she suddenly had a good idea and asked "World":

"How is the mushroom?"

Klein suddenly remembered his experience in the secret town. He shook his head without thinking and said,

"It's dangerous. Very dangerous."

What mushrooms? Dangerous?

The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other, their eyes falling on "The World" and Alice. However, "The World" did not show any intention of explaining, and Alice just said disappointedly:

"All right."

After this incident, the Tarot Club had no further exchanges, and after learning some occult knowledge from each other, the Tarot Club came to an end.

There was nothing in Roselle's diary this time, so Alice returned to the real world after reading it.

…

In an empty room, Selwyn Muggeridge was awakened by a nightmare again.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Nightmares, insomnia, mumbling and headaches had seriously disturbed her sleep quality. Her eyes were bloodshot and there were heavy bags around her eyes.

Selwyn's face was extremely haggard. If it weren't for the bonus of being a witch, her face would have been even uglier. She exhaled, used meditation to slightly ease the pain, then opened the book with a dark blue cover and asked unwillingly:

"Is there really no way to solve this situation? I can't stand it anymore!"

As he said this, Selwyn reached for his thick hair and scratched it hard. Soon, he pulled off a piece of scalp that still had hair on it.

This bloody scene did not make Selwyn feel uncomfortable. She smiled comfortably, then her expression became ferocious again. She viciously threw the tuft of hair on the ground, raised her foot and crushed it hard, and shouted at them fiercely:

"I told you to run! I told you to run!"

As a book, Cassandra showed no emotion. It just calmly displayed a line of silver text:

"There is one thing that may help you."

After stepping on the hair, Selwyn raised his head and looked at "Cassandra" with a ferocious and fierce expression. After seeing the line of words, the corners of his lips raised upwards and his lips widened.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with morbid excitement, and he threw himself on the table, impatiently asking:

"What method?"

Cassandra answered without hesitation: "The perfect ritual will alleviate this situation."

"Perfect ceremony..." Selwyn repeated absentmindedly, "Perfect ceremony...perfect ceremony...perfect...I want a perfect ceremony!"

Selwyn's eyes lost focus and then regained focus, becoming excited and crazy again. "Cassandra" seemed to think that things were almost done, and continued the previous words at the right time:

"Give them joy, then grant them despair, let them burn you in anger, and you will be able to ascend in the most perfect pain."

"I'll go right away!" Selwyn's eyes lit up. "I'll go right away, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..."

Her eyes quickly lost focus again, and she left the room dazed, not forgetting to take the closed "Cassandra" with her.

…

Alice was bored when she returned to the real world. She sat at her desk and sighed helplessly.

This was her state for the past week. After sending the letter to Amon, Alice's attention had never left Tingen City. This was much more than the attention she paid to Klein. Klein only gave her key words as reminders, but she paid full attention to Tingen City.

The good news is that Amon doesn't seem to be interested in doing anything, or rather, Amon doesn't seem to trust Will Auceptin that much. What he wants most is to send Will Auceptin back to his original body.

But as a senior angel who had survived from the Fourth Epoch to the present, even if becoming a Sequence 1 was a matter of luck, he was still not as lucky as Alice. Will Auceptin still had some strength.

Although compared to Amon, he would definitely be blasted to pieces without leaving any trace, and he would have no chance of winning even against his clone, but Amon seemed to be unable to do anything to him for the time being.

Of course, Alice guessed that another main reason was that Amon did not want Will Auceptin to be forced out of control.

Therefore, Amon's main goal so far has indeed been to fight Will Auceptin - at least that's the case with this clone.

Alice was not lying when she said that at the Tarot Club. Amon's focus had already shifted away from Backlund, and certainly not Tingen City, because "He" himself had already left Tingen City.

Alice suspected that, just as Amon had tried to kidnap her before, this time Amon might be trying to transfer Will Auceptin into the body of the "God-Forsaken Land".

It is obvious that at this point, Will Auceptin has absolutely no room for escape. Let alone other things, just the external position is enough to put Will Auceptin in a position of urgency.

Alice sighed and was about to concentrate on thinking about what to do next, when suddenly, she heard a noisy call in her ear.

No, not calling her...

As Alice's thoughts moved, her soul ascended, but her body fell asleep again. In her dream, Alice glimpsed a strange future.

The first thing she saw was a tall wooden cross with a man tied to it. The man had a ferocious and crazy expression, with many red bloodshot eyes, and it looked like he had not slept well for a long time.

Alice felt that the face was somehow familiar. She frowned and looked down. Under the cross was a pile of unburned dry wood, and around the cross, there was a crowd of people.

Alice heard a noisy sound coming from the mouths of these people. After listening carefully, Alice heard what they shouted:

"Burn her! Burn her!"

Alice blinked dully, and then the firewood on the ground was lit. The flames shot up into the sky and enveloped the woman on the cross.

Alice woke up with a start, blinked slightly, and frowned in thought.

The first thing she thought of was the familiar facial features. It was easy to use divination to find the source of the familiarity. Alice only closed her eyes for a moment and found the corresponding source of memory.

Selwyn Muggeridge, who was still a man at that time, appeared in front of her. Alice pinched her brows, thinking of the meeting a few months ago, and the "Cassandra" in Selwyn's hand, and realized the source of this trouble.

Alice's mind moved, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.

Auxiliary materials for the "Chaos Walker" potion. For others, the difficulty lies in finding the "prophecy", and it must be a failed "prophecy".

This is difficult to determine. Most of the extraordinary people at this level, if they do not have the help of high-sequence people of the same path, can only be entangled in the method of consuming dreams like her.

But for her...

She herself is a "prophet" and can make "prophecies" on her own!

Her dreams come from the revelation of fate itself, and unsurprisingly, they still have the power of fate, but her predictions actually also have power.

It's just that these prophecies have either come true or are still in the process of being fulfilled...at least that's what she remembers.

But dreams are not the only path she can take...stealing from others doesn't count, hmm.

I can definitely make a "prophecy" on my own initiative, and then break my own "prophecy"... Although this seems to make me look like a swindler... Well, this won't affect my role as a "prophet", right?

... Never mind, at worst I can just change a group of people to make up for it.

So, first of all, I need to find a suitable carrier for the "prophecy"...

(End of this chapter)

100 A painting

This is easy to find. Nothing is more common and more suitable than a painting. Alice found a piece of drawing paper and drew the last scene of the dream.

Well, what I have to do next is to find the place in the dream and spread the news in a ridiculous way...

Alice struggled for a moment and decided to try again tomorrow.

…

"Joy..." Selwyn walked around the room, "Give them joy, give them despair... How do you do this?"

She had been walking like this for a while, and yesterday, after hearing "Cassandra"'s reminder, she rushed out excitedly, and then realized that she had no idea she was supposed to do that.

Selwyn actually knew how to proceed in the general direction - helping others and then destroying their hopes, that's all.

But Selwyn found that just knowing this was not enough, because she didn't know how to find enough people who needed help, nor how to make these people spontaneously want to burn her to death. In comparison, the other problem was very simple - the Extraordinary Characteristics melted in her mouth. She just had to wrap the Extraordinary Characteristics in something, stuff it into her mouth, and bite it on the stake.

Her troubles seemed to be seen by "Cassandra". The dark blue book opened silently without any wind, and a line of silver words slowly emerged:

"Maybe, I have a solution."

Selwyn looked over with feeling, and the silver words on "Cassandra" went out, and new words reappeared:

"I heard some stories, and 'witch' was often mentioned in them.

"It's not the 'witch' in the 'witch' path. The 'witch' here often has magical powers. They will provide various kinds of help to the protagonist and take something from the protagonist as a price in exchange.

"You can also try to help people in this way, but don't tell them you are taking something or what it is.

"Or maybe you want to lend a little credibility? You could take something insignificant, or tell them the payment will be delayed, and make it seem like you're just being kind.

"Most people will believe this, and then you can take your real reward when you are done, bringing despair to them..."

Selwyn's eyes lit up little by little. She didn't need "Cassandra" to continue speaking. She already understood the ingenuity of this method:

"In this case, as long as I am effective enough, many people will ask me for help, and some will even help me spread the word. And there is no need to worry about the dead, as they don't have the ability to spread the word!"

"That's right," "Cassandra" agreed with the guess, "But remember to leave enough people behind to perform the ceremony for you."

"Of course," Selwyn smiled confidently, "I'll get ready right away!"

For a moment, Selwyn, who saw the hope of survival, felt that the whispers in his ears became louder, and everything around him seemed to be full of hope. He did whatever he wanted and forgot what he was going through.

…

After waking up the next day, Alice decided to ask Klein if he had any experience with similar things.

Above the gray fog, Klein finished listening to Alice's description, frowned, and asked,

"You said you wanted to spread the news, but it would be best if no one believed it? Why do you want to do this?"

Alice hesitated for two seconds among the many reasons she could come up with, and then she said:

"This is destiny's guidance."

Klein paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "...When did you start telling me this?"

Alice spread her hands and answered as a matter of course:

"I don't want to tell you this, but if you want to ask why, I really can't explain it to you - this seems to be the guidance of fate."

Klein had no choice but to accept this, and then replied:

"Okay...but why do you think I know this?"

Alice answered aggressively:

"Maybe it's because your Sequence 8 is named 'Joker'?"

I have to admit that this sentence is not very hurtful, but it is extremely insulting. When Klein heard Alice's answer, he wanted to ignore her.

But he held back. He thought for a moment and said to Alice,

"How about... you publish this painting?"

Alice looked at Klein in confusion.

Klein said carefully:

"First of all, it's a painting, right?

" "Why don't you just let it be just a painting? Publish it as your work without mentioning the meaning behind it, and then no one will think about it."

Alice nodded thoughtfully, accepting the suggestion.

"By the way," Klein glanced at Alice and suddenly added, "If you have a chance, please help me ask for Leonard's contact information—I mean, if I want to write to him, where should I send it to?"

Alice nodded and made a note of it.

Klein's solution was not a complete one. Returning to the real world, Alice pondered for a moment and realized that she could not publish the painting under her own identity - otherwise, everyone would think too much.

She needs an inconspicuous identity, or to place the painting in an inconspicuous but well-traveled location...

Alice blinked and thought of Ian, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

This child who had been staying at the "Brave Bar" for a long time was undoubtedly a suitable target. As long as she placed the painting in the room where the child was, every old customer of the child would take a second look at it. And as long as Ian gave a perfunctory explanation, the matter would be avoided.

Alice's eyes lit up and she immediately went to find Ian.

After a long absence, Alice arrived at the door of billiard room No. 3 of the "Brave Bar". She pushed the door open and the sound startled the people inside. The boy with bright red eyes turned his head and looked over.

Alice noticed Ian's clothes at first sight. The last time she saw Ian, it was still winter and the weather was very cold.

At that time, Ian always wore an old coat and a fake beard to disguise himself as an adult. But now, probably because the weather was too hot, Ian changed into a linen shirt.

This made him look much younger. Alice walked in and closed the door. She looked at Ian's face, which had lost its smile and color, and said:

"Honestly, the outfit and beard you put on are a little too fake."

Ian took off his beard silently, stood up and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Why can't I come if there's nothing else?" Alice asked in surprise.

Ian did not refute. His feelings towards Alice were mainly composed of fear. He lowered his head and said:

"No, no, of course you can come."

Alice shrugged, walked over, put the painting in front of Ian, and said in front of Ian's confused eyes:

"Put this painting in the most conspicuous place in this house... If someone asks, just pick an inconspicuous answer.

"Don't worry, this won't cause you any trouble. I just need more people to see it and not take it seriously."

Ian blinked in confusion and replied,

"Oh, oh, okay..."

Alice spread her hands and smiled at him: "Good luck."

After saying this, she disappeared from the spot.

…

The atmosphere in the Church of Night has not yet recovered from the incident of someone breaking into the church. There are not many "Night Watchmen" and "Red Gloves" in St. Samuel Church, especially those playing cards.

Alice searched around but couldn't find Leonard. This was normal. After all, Leonard couldn't come to play cards every night. Alice sighed and realized the importance of having a fixed contact method.

After looking around and confirming that there was nothing else to gain, Alice fell into a sleep.

…

On Wednesday night, Klein transformed into the appearance of Sherlock Moriarty with black hair and brown eyes. His height instantly changed from 185cm to 172cm. He lowered his head to look at his trouser legs that were dragging on the ground. After two seconds of silence, he bent down and rolled up his trouser legs one by one.

Be optimistic. At least I'm taller than Alice... Oh, I'll have to consider my height next time I prepare clothes for a change... Klein took a deep breath, comforted himself, rolled up the last leg of his trousers, and stood up again.

After doing all this, he appeared outside the "Brave Bar" in the Backlund Bridge area, pulled down the brim of his hat, and reached out to push open the wooden door.

After asking the bartender, he took a glass of Southwell beer, went to the outside of billiard room No. 3, and knocked lightly on the locked door.

Dong, dong, dong... With the rhythmic sound, the door creaked and cracked.

Ian, with bright red eyes, looked over and immediately smiled:

"Sir, please come in."

This is a much better emotional state than when facing Alice.

Klein nodded with a smile, and quickly entered the billiard room, taking in the scene inside.

Klein noticed the painting opposite the door at a glance. The flames burning naturally and the unclear woman on the stake clearly told the story of the painting. Klein watched for a few seconds and couldn't help asking:

"What is that?"

Maric, with messy hair, was wearing a shirt, black vest, and black pants. He was holding a long cue and bending over to play billiard. When he saw Klein, he straightened up.

At the same time, Sharon, wearing a small black bonnet and a palace dress of the same color, appeared on the other side of the table. She sat on a high stool and answered Klein's question:

"I heard that it was a thank-you gift from one of Ian's guests."

Klein turned his head and looked at Ian, who nodded and said,

"Yes, that's right.

"Although I don't appreciate such high art as painting, the customer told me that if I wanted, I could sell it for some money.

"After all, she couldn't sell her paintings."

Klein once again looked at the painting in surprise. He had to honestly admit that he also had no ability to appreciate paintings. This was obviously a field that required a certain threshold. After looking at it for a few times, Klein shook his head and said,

"This is normal.

"You know, generally speaking, works become more valuable only after the artist dies."

"I don't think the lady will be happy to hear this." Maric said in a low and slightly hoarse voice.

Klein shrugged and saluted the two of them,

"Good evening, both of you."

Sharon nodded politely in response, but Maric was much more direct:

"Have you brought the extraordinary properties of the 'puppet'?"

This was an additional point they mentioned in the letter, and Klein did not forget it. He took out the iron cigarette box and the "puppet" - he had hardly touched it since Alice gave it to him.

"Have you saved enough money?" he asked.

Maric nodded and looked at Ian. Ian didn't say a word, but immediately stood up and left the room in a very decisive manner.

After Ian closed the door, Maric took out a suitcase from under the table, opened it, and said to Klein:

"You can take inventory."

Sequence 4 Beyonder characteristics are in short supply in the market. For the sake of his friend, Klein's asking price was not too exaggerated and could barely be considered the market price, but it was still very high for a Sequence 5 and a Sequence 4.

After counting the money, Klein closed his suitcase, looked at the two of them in surprise, and then asked:

"You said in your letter that you had something to talk to me about. What was it?"

Maric replied:

"The day after tomorrow, a ship from the southern continent will arrive at Pritz Harbor. It has close ties with the Loen military.

"The ship was loaded with a lot of treasures and property looted from the Star Plateau, the Pas River Valley, and the Hagati Steppe. Among them was a mummy. It was the nineteenth king of the ancient Highland Kingdom, Tutankhamun II.

"The original language of the Southern Continent did not originate from the ancient Feysac language. It has its own structure. In the ancient Highland language, the king was also called 'Kadfu'. This is a special word. It was translated into 'Pharaoh' by Emperor Roselle. I don't know what he was thinking. In addition, 'Mummy' was also named by him. In short, 'Pharaoh' means the son of God and the king of mankind.

"Tutansis II was once a High-Sequence Warrior. However, after his death, his corresponding characteristics were recovered and only his body remained, which was made into a mummy.

"For other extraordinary people, this is a spiritual material and an excellent object for making zombies, but for us, it has an extra meaning, a very important meaning. Our goal this time is to obtain the mummy of Tutankhamun II."

Additional meaning? What additional meaning does the corpse of a high-sequence expert without extraordinary characteristics have besides being used as material?

Could it be that it was needed for the ritual of Sequence 5 "Wrathful Soul" to be promoted to Sequence 4 "Puppet"? Did Miss Sharon already have the formula and had digested the "Wrathful Soul" potion? No, then she should have already had Beyonder characteristics... Could it be prepared for Maric?

Sharon sat there quietly, watching Shayuke Moriarty and Maric intently, listening to their conversation.

"If it's just a high-sequence mummy without Beyonder characteristics, the level of protection won't be too high. Even if there are only two of you, it shouldn't be too difficult to steal it." Klein pondered and asked.

(End of this chapter)