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106 Fermentation

As she watched the other figures disappear, Alice suddenly remembered what she had mentioned to Klein before - to see if she could pull someone up during the Tarot Club.

Alice blinked, realizing that if she wanted to understand the past relationship between the Lord of Mysteries and the Key of Light, this might reveal something.

...After all, maybe the "Lord of Mysteries" in the past really intended to use the "Key of Light" as the key to the gate of Sefirah Castle.

There was nothing in Emperor Roselle's diary, or rather, nothing new. Alice put it down after reading it and brought up this matter that neither of them took seriously with Klein again:

"Klein, next time the Tarot Club lets me recruit someone to try... I have something I want to confirm."

This was one of the rare times Alice was serious. Klein frowned at her, but Alice made a "hush" gesture.

Seeing her like this, Klein knew what was going on. He didn't ask any more questions and just said to her:

"I'm leaving for Dixie tonight."

This was the itinerary that he had planned after learning that Amon had come to Backlund. Unfortunately, he delayed the departure until Amon left. However, considering that he had no need to stay in Backlund any longer, Klein did not change his mind.

Alice's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she said to Klein like anyone whose friends were going on a trip,

"I want to eat the local Dixie pie and sweet iced tea!"

"…Okay." Klein accepted this request, which was a little difficult for others.

Alice became happy, and she asked Klein about Ince Zangwill again:

"Have you ever tried to divine Ince Zangwill's location?"

Klein glanced at Alice and reminded her,

"I would like to do some divination, but I don't have any personal belongings, and I don't have any clues..."

Alice stopped talking and gave Klein a look that told him to take care.

…

"Another missing case?" The police officer on duty confirmed with his colleague while looking through the files.

"Yes," the colleague opposite him frowned and replied, "and the missing person is the mother of one of the children..."

The police officer on duty didn't say anything. He looked through what his colleagues had sorted and recorded. The transcript stated very clearly that the poor mother remembered the witch who granted wishes that her child had asked about before she disappeared, and she lamented to her husband that it would be great if there really was such a witch - then she could make a wish to find her child back.

The husband didn't take it seriously. Most people would not take such legends seriously. The mother was just saying it casually, but she didn't expect to pick up a flyer about a witch who can fulfill wishes while buying vegetables.

Up to this point, it all seemed like a ridiculous scam or a prank played by some child. In short, no one took it seriously, except the mother who was anxious to find her child.

The mother actually showed the flyer to her husband, but her husband advised her not to believe in such things. Instead, she should spend her time asking around, finding a reliable detective, or earning money to hire a detective.

——He also didn't have much hope in the police.

So the mother gave up trying to persuade her husband, but she did not give up on the matter. In her opinion, any possibility was worth trying, and she insisted on going to find the witch mentioned in the flyer herself.

Her husband couldn't persuade her, so he didn't bother to care about her. The next day, the mother took the flyers and went to find the existence of the witch. After that, she never came back.

The brief description made the two policemen feel that something was wrong. They looked at each other and one of them asked:

"Tell me, was it those people who did it?"

He didn't say who it was, but the other policeman obviously understood what he said and nodded solemnly:

"It's not impossible...sign up and give it a try."

…

Selwyn opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the book on the table. The dark blue cover slowly opened, and lines of silver text appeared:

"The police have noticed you."

Selwyn frowned immediately. Her face looked ugly due to her unwillingness and anger. As she became agitated, she started to suffer from headaches and mumbling again. She had to calm down temporarily through meditation, and then asked,

"Why is it so fast? I haven't had time to do anything yet."

——She really didn't have time to do anything. She just killed five children and a mother out of impatience.

But Cassandra did not want to comfort its owner, and only quietly gave advice:

"Let's go somewhere else."

Selwyn frowned irritably. She asked,

"Does it have to be changed? I just had a hard time handing out those flyers..."

Cassandra ignored Selwyn's expression which was twisted again due to his irritability. It just calmly displayed lines of silver text:

"Unless you plan to be visited by an official Beyonder."

Selwyn was of course reluctant to mention this. She was not a fool. Knowing the existence of official Extraordinary People, she knew that a wild Extraordinary like her would never have a good ending - not to mention that she had killed people before.

"…I understand." She replied.

…

"Dici's pies use more ingredients than Backlund's, but they like to add some local spices. The first few bites will feel a bit strange, but once you get used to it, you'll find it has a unique flavor…" Klein sat in the hotel room, occasionally taking a bite of the greasy pie, and occasionally drinking some cool and refreshing sweet iced tea. He was having a very comfortable time.

When he was full and satisfied, he sighed, cleaned up the mess, and went out to buy a second helping of Dixie Pie and sweet iced tea.

Afterwards, he used a ritual to transport the Dixie pie and sweet iced tea to the gray fog, and informed Alice from the gray fog:

"Alice? I've bought you local Dixie pie, hurry up."

Klein informed Alice of the approximate time in advance. Alice on the other side had already set up the altar in advance. After receiving Klein's message, she immediately started the ceremony and received the Dixie pie and sweet iced tea prepared by Klein.

After throwing the things into the Granting Channel, Klein watched the channel close. He pinched his brows with a headache and couldn't help muttering:

"…Why can't she just come and buy it herself?"

Shaking his head, Klein closed his eyes and returned to the real world.

…

Bayam and Alger of the City of Generosity circled around several times, getting rid of the imaginary followers and observers, before arriving at the house of the "craftsman" and ringing the doorbell.

When Alger first heard that the "craftsman" had inexplicably fallen ill and that strange peepers had appeared around him, he first suspected the witch sect. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that with the preferences of the "craftsman", he could not resist the temptation of beauty at all. There was no need for the witches to make things so complicated. They could just wave their fingers and show their charm to make the other party confess and agree to everything.

Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the incident and that he needed to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, or the properties and materials be lost inexplicably.

...Otherwise, even if the "world" lets me go and sets its sights on the "craftsman", Miss Fate will probably instruct the "world" not to let me go.

As for whether the "world" would listen to Miss Destiny, Alger did not think deeply about it. In his opinion, it was not important at all, because the more the "world" disagreed, the more Miss Destiny would not give up.

...No, from this perspective, it would be better for the "world" to agree right away.

Amid the sound of ding-dong-dong, the door of the "craftsman's" house opened, and a thin middle-aged man with slightly tanned skin glanced at Alger and said:

"Why are you here?"

This person is none other than the "craftsman" named Sharf who has worked with Alger for several years. His exact origins are unknown.

"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Alger asked casually.

Sharf yawned and said, "It's done now."

Alger was stunned for a moment, looked around and asked, "Where are those strange snoopers?"

Charles' eye bags were a little swollen, and his brown eyes showed a bit of fatigue and impatience:

"Who knows? Anyway, he hasn't appeared again. Anyway, I will move soon. This place is not too safe."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that nothing happened."

He paused and then said, "Won't you invite me in for a drink?"

"People like you who only pursue strength have no way of appreciating good wine." Charles grabbed his flaxen hair and moved aside.

Alger walked in calmly, and with just a glance, he took in most of the scene.

Charles's house was not messy and dirty like most bachelors'. Everything was neatly arranged and there was no dust on the windowsills. After all, as a "craftsman", he was not short of money. It was just that many of his actions needed to be kept secret, so it was not convenient for him to hire a large number of fixed servants. He had to hire people for help on an hourly basis.

With a quick glance, Alger found that this place was no different from the last time he came. The furnishings were extremely simple, without any valuable ornaments, paintings or sculptures. It looked like a place where ordinary civilians lived.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Charles was rich enough to be called a wealthy man, but he just didn't care about so-called respectability. He could spend hundreds of pounds on a bottle of limited edition wine and give away a house to support his mistress, but he would not waste a penny on buying expensive carpets, bone china tea sets, gold-inlaid cups and plates, or famous oil paintings.

"A glass of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used words and body movements to show that he came in just to have a free drink.

Sharf shrugged and said, "You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of saving Lelanqi."

He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a bottle of exquisitely bottled Sonia Blood Wine, and opened two glasses.

Alger found a sofa and sat down. He took this opportunity to raise his hand and pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort in his cervical spine. <

With the help of this action, he naturally looked around and quickly examined the place that he had not seen before.

Because Charles was too lazy to arrange anything, Alger quickly completed his attempt, his eyes lingering on the glass window of the cabinet in the distance for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, blood moon grass, and monkey face tree leaves. The common point is that they are all types that are common in the southern continent but basically not found in the northern continent.

Alger withdrew his gaze and calmly watched Charles come over with a bottle and a glass.

Reaching out to take it, he chatted with the other party about various things at sea until the half bottle of Sonia Blood Wine was finished.

Seeing this, Alger said goodbye with a smile and left.

Five minutes after he left, Charles, who had been sitting quietly enjoying the feeling of being tipsy, suddenly stood up, walked to the stairs, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.

"Did he suspect anything?"

"No."

"No matter what, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to our place as soon as possible."

"I still have some commissions to complete."

"You don't need to finish it. You won't contact them again anyway. You've been reborn."

"OK."

…

Across the western house, Alger sat on a bench in someone's garden, pinching his earlobe with his right hand, listening to the words carried by the wind.

Sure enough, something went wrong...

Alger let go of his hand, and his eyes darkened.

From the conversation he heard, Sharf even had the intention of running away. Alger knew that this matter could not be dragged on any longer, but the other party did not seem to be someone he could handle, so he probably needed help.

...Who should I ask for help?

Alger first ruled out "The World". Although theoretically, the most reliable client in the entire Tarot Club was probably "The World", but if he asked "The World" for help, Alger was worried that "The World" would not only solve the problem, but also solve him as well.

The second person to be excluded was Alice. Alger had no doubt that an angel had the ability to solve problems. Even if this angel seemed to know nothing, she could still get people to do it.

Obviously, Alice's problem is not her strength, but the fact that she is probably not here to solve problems.

There was no doubt that Alger chose the Hermit Cattleya.

However, we can ask Miss Fate to be a witness. She can pass the news to the "world". If the goods still cannot be delivered next week, the "world" should be mentally prepared...

After making the decision, Alger closed his eyes and prayed to the Fool.

…

Alice didn't refuse this, nor did she agree directly. She planned to go and watch the fun if she had time.

In this regard, Alger understood Alice relatively well—she might not help or even deliberately make trouble, but if she was invited to watch the fun, she would really just watch the fun.

As long as you can manage yourself and not accept her messed up advice.

…

Selwyn had no ideas of her own, so "Cassandra" just took her to a small city. There were at least a dozen similar cities in Loen, and she was not noticeable for having only been to one city.

After arriving in the new city, Selwyn rented a house as before. After making sure that "Cassandra" had no other reminders, she started printing flyers for "The Wish Witch" again.

She happily told Cassandra: "With the experience from last time, I will be able to spread the news faster this time." (End of this chapter)

107 We have children

Tuesday night, Harman Harbor, on the passenger ferry to East Balam.

Klein boarded the ship in the afternoon. After responding to "The Sun" Derrick and "The Hanged Man" Alger, he finally had time to focus on his journey.

Currently, the cruise ship is docked at Harman Harbor, but Klein did not get off the ship. He found a window seat in the upper restaurant and usually observed the scene of the port and the deck through the window while enjoying his dinner.

The night view of Harman Harbor was not among the most beautiful scenery Klein had ever seen, but he was still absorbed in watching it until his spiritual sense suddenly jumped. Klein frowned and looked in the direction guided by his spiritual sense. He saw a suspicious figure preparing to board the ship.

The man was wearing a black coat and a tall hat that covered his body completely. He also wrapped a scarf around his face, leaving only a pair of eyes visible.

That's not all. Klein saw that the man kept staring at the ground. It was difficult for others to see what the man's eyes looked like. He frowned. He knew that there must be something wrong with this man without relying on spiritual reminders.

…What's the problem?

Klein turned his head and looked at the half-eaten Dish grilled fish in front of him. He finished his dinner elegantly and quickly, then quickly returned to his room to do divination.

Behind the gray fog, there was a black and white photo in the dream. The person in the photo was wearing a double-breasted black clergy robe and a soft hat. He had a high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips, and his facial features were like classical sculptures without a single wrinkle. The most eye-catching feature was that he was blind in one eye.

There was a description of the man's appearance below the photo. Klein knew without even looking that the man had dark blond hair and a pair of blue eyes that were almost as dark as black.

——This is Ince Zangwill.

After waking up from the divination dream, Klein clenched his fists and remained silent for a long time. After a while, he released the strength of his body, slumped in the high-back chair, and muttered to himself:

"He's hiding from someone..."

Knowing that Ince Zangwill had the "0-08" on him, Klein did not act rashly. He thought for a moment, and then spread his spirituality toward the crimson star that belonged to Alice, and sent a message:

"Tell Leonard that Dwayne Dantès has discovered Ince Zangwill's whereabouts on the mid-range island in the Raging Sea."

…

Alice was still having dinner when she heard the news.

Alice liked the local Dixie pie in the morning very much. She didn't know what to eat for dinner, so she just went to Dixie.

Although the weather in June didn't allow the food to cool down too quickly, the time it took to be transported from the gray fog still affected the taste of the Dipsy Pie. After tasting the local Dipsy Pie, Alice decided to eat fresh one next time.

After listening to Klein's request, Alice also finished the last bite of Dixie's pie. She licked her lips and muttered to herself with some confusion:

"Strange... doesn't he have a messenger? It can't be that he did it to save that one gold coin, right?"

Although it sounded like slander, this was indeed Alice's first thought. She shook her head and decided to change her thinking to a more normal one.

Soon, Alice found the reason from Ince Zangwill's belongings - if the letter from Renette Tinicole to Leonard was summoned, it would probably be discovered by "0-08".

As for Ince Zangwill... without "0-08", she could have put a spell on Klein and killed Ince Zangwill by smashing him.

Alice shook her head, stepped into an inconspicuous alley, and then disappeared silently into the alley.

After returning home, Alice wrote down Klein's original words on a note, and then showed up at 7 Pinster Street with the note without hesitation and dropped it into the mailbox.

She thought about it and did not leave immediately, but stayed where she was. She knew that Leonard had left Backlund under Pales's persuasion and accepted a mission in East Balam.

But strangely, Leonard did not change the delivery address. Alice suspected that he had other ways to check the letters from Pinstopher 7. She wanted to take a look and it would be even better if she could learn it.

The person inside didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything from her. An invisible hand opened the mailbox at 7 Pinster Street and took out newspapers, bills and letters from unknown sources.

Then they floated in the air, flew towards the door, and slipped in through the crack.

A door couldn't stop Alice. She didn't go in, but just looked at the scene inside the door.

Inside the house, in the hallway, newspapers unfolded themselves, flipping rapidly until they reached the last page, and then they fell haphazardly onto the chairs, stacking up with the previous ones.

The bills and letters continued to fly inwards and entered the living room. The former soon stopped, shook a few times, and then floated to the surface of the coffee table and spread out neatly. The latter that had envelopes took off their envelopes, and those without envelopes quickly opened themselves and appeared in mid-air.

After a long time, some of the letters flew to the shelves in the study on the first floor, some rushed to the scissors, helping them to tear themselves into pieces, and then they were arranged in lines and poured into the bathroom and thrown into the toilet.

Crash!

The toilet's mechanical button sank on its own, flushing the paper fragments into the sewer.

Alice opened her mouth in surprise. She saw that all this was done by a ghost. Combined with the Pales in Leonard, Alice thought that the ghost was parasitized.

...So, the high sequence of the "thief" pathway can also be used as a smart home?

Alice blinked and suddenly felt sorry for Flora Jacob's death.

This was not a problem, because Flora Jacob had another student named Hazel Macht. Alice thought of the girl she had almost forgotten, and then frowned.

She's a little too tactless... Alice muttered, thinking that instead of looking for Hazel, she might as well go to Pales and suggest that he move.

…

Southern Continent, East Balam, Gurain Castle.

Leonard Mitchell, who had just arrived here, was resting in the residence arranged by the local Church of Night.

Suddenly, the slightly old voice in his mind spoke up: "Boy, you have an important letter."

"What letter?" Leonard asked in a low voice, already having a guess in his mind.

As expected, Pales confirmed his guess:

"It was a letter sent by your goddess' illegitimate daughter. She said that your former colleague asked her to tell you that Dwayne Dantes found traces of Ince Zangwill on the island in the middle of the violent sea on his way to the southern continent."

Leonard took a moment to connect the two nicknames with himself, and then he asked in a confused tone:

"Why Alice...?"

He couldn't figure out what made Klein decide to ask an angel to help transfer the information, nor could he understand why Alice seemed to listen to Klein.

"That's normal," Pales replied calmly. "Isn't it common to have your own seal or messenger deliver a letter?"

"...?" Leonard was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was referring to Alice. He didn't dare to answer and changed the subject. "Anyway, he really hasn't forgotten about revenge... What can I do?"

"What can you do? You are only Sequence 6. Even if Ince Zangwill has not mastered '0-08', you are not qualified to take revenge on him. He only needs to partially reveal the form of a mythical creature to make you lose control or become a madman on the spot. The probability of your successful revenge is 0! This is the qualitative change brought about by divinity." Pallez Zoroastrian said in a serious tone.

He paused, then chuckled and said,

"Fortunately, you are more aware of yourself than before. If it were in the past, you would definitely say that you want to pass on the information about Ince Zangwill to the church and join the team to track him down. But now, you understand and ask what you can do."

Leonard wanted to refute several times, but he didn't say it.

Pales Zoroast continued, "All you can do now is give Klein Moretti some information, wait for him to reply to you, and then cooperate accordingly according to the arrangements in it."

"Why not find an excuse to inform the church of Ince Zangwill's whereabouts?" Leonard asked in a low voice, slightly stunned.

Pales Zoroast laughed and said:

"Don't be in a hurry, wait until the critical moment to do this.

"Although 0-08 likes to kill its owner, it doesn't want to return to being sealed. As long as you inform the church of Ince Zangwill's whereabouts and start the corresponding pursuit, it will immediately know and make sufficient arrangements.

"You need to remind Klein Moretti of this."

Leonard was stunned for a second and said, "Old man, you seem to be very familiar with '0-08'."

It has never been shown before!

Pales laughed in a slightly old voice:

"Of course I am familiar with it. In the Fourth Epoch, '0-08' caused the fall of angels.

"I can't tell you too much, because when you know it, it knows you, and the more you know it, the more likely you are to become part of the story."

Leonard truly sensed the horror of "0-08" from the old man's vague words. This was beyond the mysticism he could understand!

After thinking for a moment, Leonard habitually asked:

"Then how can I hint to Klein Moretti without letting '0-08' know? Or, even if it knows, it will only have a superficial understanding, and I will only be a passerby in the story..."

Before he finished speaking, Leonard clenched his hands, gritted his teeth, and without waiting for the old man to answer, he said:

"A side hint? Tell him that I will not hand over Ince Zangwill's whereabouts to the church for the time being... I think he should be able to understand from this situation that there are certain problems here, and understand that we must be more cautious than cautious. Even if he cannot understand it, his secret organization has members who are familiar with the Fourth Epoch and can provide help.

"Also, write a normal sentence, 'If you know it, it will know you', without mentioning '0-08', and use personal pronouns so that Klein can guess what it refers to...

"Also, is there a way for Alice to block this characteristic of '0-08'? After all, she is favored by the goddess..."

Pales Zoroast listened quietly and laughed softly, "People need pressure to grow."

Leonard exhaled, turned over and sat up, found a pen and paper, and wrote down what he had just said on the letter.

Then, he suddenly stopped and looked at the envelope in front of him, hesitantly asked: "...How do I contact Alice?"

Pales replied slowly, "For angels and above, the honorific name is the best way to communicate."

But this still didn't solve the problem, Leonard replied slowly:

"But I don't have her honorific name..."

"You are called the Fool," Pales replied nonchalantly.

Leonard was stunned for a moment. As a member of the Red Gloves, he knew the consequences of praying to an unknown god. Although the conditions of Alice, Klein, and Dwayne Dantès showed that the Fool should be in good condition and seemed to be very generous to his believers and followers, Leonard still did not take the initiative to think of it.

But this was Pales' suggestion, and Alice had told him before that if he wanted to know more, he should go to the Fool. Leonard hesitated for two seconds and decided to confirm first:

"...Why?"

Pales obviously knew what he wanted to ask and gave his own reasons:

"The night has kept the fate of the girl secret, but the news at sea is enough for me to guess her origins.

"Although I'm not sure about her specific relationship with…, it's enough. Since she chooses to stand by the Fool, then choosing the Fool will not be wrong."

Leonard keenly caught the words that Pales skipped, frowned, and asked:

"What is her relationship with?"

Pales chuckled and replied, "Boy, that is a secret that only angels and above can know."

Leonard, who had been trained in confidentiality, tactfully did not ask any questions. He expressed his final concerns:

"I am a believer of the goddess, a 'night watcher', a 'red glove'..."

No church would accept believers of other gods to become extraordinary people of the church. In the best case, they would only be accepted as informants.

Normally, a follower of a god would not take the initiative to pray to other gods, especially as an official Beyonder, they would be even more taboo about this - and he was even under the nose of the Goddess of Night.

Cases like Alice, who seemed to have become a favored one on both sides, were extremely rare. Normally, true gods would not share favored ones, as this was an insult to both sides.

This was what Pales told Leonard. Before he stubbornly called Alice the illegitimate daughter of the goddess, Pales had mentioned this possibility to Leonard - she was probably a symbol of some kind of cooperation.

Pales did not elaborate on this matter, because he himself was not very clear, but he did have something to say about Leonard's question:

"Goddess? Haha...

"You goddess and the fool may even have a child."

After a few breaths, Leonard realized the meaning of this sentence and his face turned pale. (End of this chapter)

108 Meeting

"Old man..." Leonard swallowed hard and uttered one word, but there was no follow-up.

He really wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't hard to figure out that the child in Pales' words was Alice, but not everyone had the courage to gossip about the True God, not even talking behind his back.

——Maybe the goddess was watching them just now?

When he thought of this possibility, even though he knew the probability was so small that it almost didn't exist, Leonard was still quite frightened.

Perhaps the first time you do something like blasphemy is the most shocking. Pales, who seemed to have gotten used to it, laughed at you and said,

"Look at how useless you are!"

Leonard didn't dare to speak.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Leonard sat quietly on the bed. After a long time, his breathing calmed down a little. He asked Pales:

"Do I pray to the Fool now?"

After a pause, he whispered again, "No, that's not right. Shouldn't I ask about the ritual of praying to the Fool first?"

Pales asked in a strange tone: "Who do you ask?"

Leonard was silent after hearing this. He knew of only three people who might know about the ceremony. Two of them had no contact information, and the remaining one was suspected to be inconvenient to contact. Leonard opened his mouth and closed it again. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said as if he had made up his mind:

"In that case, I will just pray to the Fool..."

…

When he heard the prayer, Klein was lying on the luxurious bed in the first-class cabin, feeling the spacious and clean room that was bought with money.

Men…who would pray at this time?

Klein thought about it but didn't come to a conclusion. He stood up and walked four steps backwards until he reached the top of the gray fog.

The crimson star that made the prayer sound was swelling up, but Klein frowned. He realized that the star was not one of the stars he was familiar with. It was a completely new star.

He had encountered this situation once before, when Emlyn the Moon tested the Fool at the behest of the Blood Clan elders. But now...

Klein spread his spirituality and was surprised to find Leonard.

Leonard...?

Klein was stunned for a moment. Even though Leonard had long known the Fool's real name, and Alice had also told him that Leonard might pray to him, but...

Why today? Why now?

Klein frowned and couldn't help but doubt Alice, who was responsible for delivering the message. He thought for a moment, called Alice up, and asked her as she walked down the stairs:

"What did you tell Leonard?"

Alice didn't understand the origin of this unexpected disaster. She looked at Klein in confusion and said naturally:

"That's what you asked me to say..."

Klein didn't believe her. She had a history of translating too many Chinese characters into Chinese characters, so Klein said directly:

"Repeat that."

Alice frowned and walked to the long bronze table. After thinking for two seconds, she grabbed the back of a chair and started dragging it.

Klein hurriedly stopped her and asked, "What are you doing?"

Alice then put down her hand and turned her head to explain why she did this: "The seat is too far away... Why did you call me and still use this table?"

Klein held his forehead and said to her,

"Next time you can stand or sit on the table... Now, repeat what you said."

Alice looked at him in confusion, but accepted the suggestion. She withdrew her hand, walked to the front of the long table, stood up straight, and repeated her original words to Klein:

"Klein asked me to tell you that Dwayne Dantès found traces of Ince Zangwill on the Mid-Range Island in the Raging Sea on his way to the southern continent."

When reciting this sentence, Alice even put her hands behind her back, raised her head, and spoke in a serious tone.

This was a flawless retelling. Klein frowned and explained to Alice why he did this:

"Leonard just suddenly prayed to me."

"Huh?" Alice looked at him with a confused look.

Klein pinched his brow and continued:

"Look, you don't understand it either, right? I don't understand it either. I thought there was something wrong with your retelling..."

Alice blinked and asked Klein sincerely,

"Why don't you ask him to come up and ask?"

After a pause, Alice's eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat up straight and said,

"I'm already up here, why don't you let me try to pull him up?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, but this was not a difficult request. He frowned and agreed to Alice's words:

"Okay."

Alice excitedly spread her spirituality to envelope the crimson star. She was no stranger to such actions. As an angel, she soon discovered that such behavior was very similar to her behavior when receiving prayers.

——In her spiritual perception, the praying believers are nothing but bulging "stars".

However, I felt more... I could vaguely sense the presence of other Beyonders of the same path, especially high-sequence ones...

Is it because of uniqueness?

Alice blinked thoughtfully and tried to spy on Leonard's spirit.

This was the first time she observed Leonard with such a special perspective. She immediately noticed that there was a ball of light hidden in Leonard's body. The ball of light seemed to be composed of countless time worms, hidden deep in his spiritual body.

...Pallez?

Alice was a little curious. She tried to extend her spiritual power over and gently pushed the ball of light.

…

After instructing Leonard to pray, Pales stayed quietly in Leonard's spiritual body, while concentrating on observing the changes in Leonard's spiritual body.

A force recklessly and violently broke into Leonard's spiritual body. Pales felt that it was like a small hand, touching here and there, and finally...

Pushed Him.

…Is this the character of the Fool?

Pallez was confused for a moment. He always felt that this was not like the character of the Fool. Instead, it reminded him of another person who was closely related to the Fool. He struggled to crawl back to his original position, but his hand suddenly retracted as if it had seen a ghost.

…?

Pales was stunned for a moment. When he was frowning and thinking, Leonard had already opened his eyes and asked him,

"Old man, did you notice anything?"

Pales wanted to say yes, but he felt that this matter was a bit weird. In order not to embarrass himself in front of the Fool's younger generation, Pales calmly replied:

"Wait a little longer."

So Leonard patiently continued to wait, and Pales also waited as He said. Not long after, He noticed something unusual and shouted:

"Boy, are you still there?"

No one responded to Him.

…

After curiously pushing the ball of light, Alice was horrified to find that the bugs inside the ball of light were crawling around, in and out, moving with the ball of light.

This reminded Alice of some not-so-good dreams. She retracted her spirituality and told Klein under his puzzled gaze,

"Okay, you come later."

Klein looked at him in confusion. Alice replied calmly,

"I just wanted to see if I could pull the person up. I've already confirmed that I can, so I won't continue.

"After all, it's better to let Mr. Fool personally handle the new member's first appearance."

Although he felt something was wrong, after thinking for a while and failing to figure it out, Klein decided not to embarrass himself. He decided to pull Leonard up and ask him about it.

…

Leonard sat on the bed and waited patiently. Soon, a deep red light emerged from his chest and submerged him completely.

By the time Leonard reacted, towering stone pillars had appeared before his eyes. They stood above the endless gray-white mist, supporting a magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence.

His green eyes were blank. After a second of silence, Leonard realized that he had sat down beside an ancient, mottled bronze table. Beside and opposite him were high-backed chairs that gave off a sense of majesty and solemnity.

At the top of the mottled long table, a figure was shrouded in thick gray fog, leaning back in a chair leisurely, as if looking down at everything in the world.

A blonde, blue-eyed girl slid down from the long table skillfully, turned around, tilted her head, and then ran to a chair opposite and sat down.

Leonard's eyes subconsciously followed the figure. He was already vaguely aware of the girl's identity. It was not until she sat down that he suddenly realized that there was another person in this palace.

Is that... the Fool?

Leonard turned his head subconsciously, and felt that the aura exuded by the figure was broad and majestic, like the bottomless sea or the peak that could not be seen.

In an instant, thoughts flashed through Leonard's mind, and he had a rough guess about his own situation. As an extraordinary person in the church and a believer who firmly believed in the real existence of gods, he could not resist the feelings in his heart, and subconsciously left his seat to worship the existence in front of him.

"puff."

The girl's laughter was particularly conspicuous at this time. This voice did not seem to be disguised like during the Tarot Club. Leonard easily recognized that this voice belonged to Alice. Halfway through his standing, he restrained his thoughts and was about to stand up again, but was pressed back by a force.

At the head of the bronze table, the figure spoke with a warning voice:

"Destiny."

The content was short, only one word. Leonard could just see it from his seat. Alice bit her lip during that word and covered her mouth with her hands.

Then she turned her head and looked at the head of the long bronze table with a pitiful look.

It was difficult for Leonard to describe his feelings at this moment. The first reaction that popped into his mind was what Pales said.

...Could it be that the Goddess and the Fool really have a child?

This was extremely disrespectful, especially since he was in front of the throne of the gods. Leonard was not sure if the Fool had the hobby of mind reading. He quickly gathered his thoughts and looked up at the Fool.

The figure in the gray fog did not seem to be angry. He shifted his gaze from Alice to Leonard and said in a low and calm voice,

"No need to bother.

"You can call me Mr. Fool.

"As for fate...you should know each other?"

The Fool... As expected... Leonard exhaled. Although Alice had changed a lot since she was in Tingen, Leonard couldn't help but subconsciously treat her as an old friend and trusted her, so he also had basic trust in the Fool.

He relaxed a little, half stood up, put his hand on his chest and saluted,

"Yes, dear Mr. Fool, I did know Miss Destiny."

Alice couldn't help laughing.

She leaned back in her chair, one hand on the table, the other hand covering her stomach, laughing without restraint. Leonard stood there at a loss. He didn't dare to look up, turn his head, or sit down. Fortunately, Mr. Fool seemed to have long been accustomed to this scene. He spoke in a good-tempered manner:

"Please sit down first."

Leonard sat down nervously.

As if to make sure that he was sitting firmly, Mr. Fool looked at Alice who was laughing happily, and said to her coldly and without emotion:

"Shut up."

Alice bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, but she couldn't stop laughing. She explained as if she was arguing:

"You know this is funny!"

Klein looked at her expressionlessly. Alice saw this scene through the gray fog, and she had to suppress her smile. This was actually not that difficult for the "machine", but in most cases, no one was worth Alice's tolerance for them.

Klein was one of the few who were like this. Alice took the smile off her face, clearly showing her unhappiness, and her whole body collapsed.

Seeing that she had finally quieted down, Klein didn't continue talking to her. He took the opportunity to turn to Leonard:

"Why do you only pray to me without telling me what you are praying for?"

Leonard paused.

He wanted to ask the Fool for Alice's name, or ask the Fool to pass on a message, but such things sounded too rude, as if he was treating the Fool as a messenger.

So after several revisions and hesitations, Leonard finally decided on an answer that was to just recite the honorific name and say nothing else.

He looked around, carefully considered his words and said:

"I…I wanted to ask you.

"I have a friend named Klein Moretti, maybe you know..."

Alice's laughter interrupted his subsequent words. Leonard looked at Alice hesitantly, and couldn't help but want to ask the Fool if she was always like this, but considering his identity, he stopped quietly.

Klein knew why Alice was laughing. To be honest, this was not an excessive behavior. After all, this matter was really funny - watching two people he knew, one pretending to be a god, and the other thinking that the other was really a god. This kind of thing would be funny to anyone.

But he was a fool now, and he couldn't just watch Alice laugh lawlessly. He looked at Alice again and said to her,

"If you can't keep quiet, leave here first."

The deterrent power of this sentence is greater than that of any of the previous sentences. Alice instantly became quiet. She bit her lip and began to look at the Fool with a wronged look. (End of this chapter)