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Chapter 380 Week 1
Chapter 380 Monday
After a brief silence, Gadriya turned her gaze back to the mysterious figure shrouded in gray mist at the top.
Judging from his appearance and voice, he was male, wearing a trendy black tailcoat suit without a bow tie. I can't see anything more clearly...
Her gaze did not linger on the other person for long; to a powerful extraordinary being, such a gaze was too direct and impolite.
After shifting her gaze, she noticed the milky-white scepter in the other person's hand, which was slightly longer than their forearm.
It… Cattleya’s pupils contracted slightly. She sensed the raging sea and storm from the fine blue-green gems inlaid on the scepter, but beyond the rage, she also felt a sense of holiness and majesty.
This is a demigod-level item, and one that is considered powerful even among demigods!
But in this being's hands, it was like a toy.
After shifting her gaze, she noticed a fist-sized, grayish-white object resembling a heart on the mottled bronze table.
The surface of this "heart" is covered with grayish-white wrinkles, resembling an alternative brain, and on each wrinkle, countless symbolic symbols and strange patterns are layered and extended.
These patterns permeate the surrounding environment, as if connecting to some unseen world.
This... is yet another demigod-level thing!
No?
After gathering her thoughts, she asked cautiously and earnestly, "How should I address you?"
Klein leaned back and said with practiced ease, "You can call me Mr. 'The Fool'."
In the morning, Sirion sat leaning against the ship's railing, chatting with several pirates aboard the "Golden Dream".
Suddenly, his spirit was stirred, and he reached out and caught a piece of paper that had suddenly appeared in front of him.
He didn't care that there were other people around him, and simply unfolded the folded letter in his hand.
It was a letter from Bernadette, containing only a single, very simple line of words:
I have a premonition that Cattleya's fate will change, and that she may cross paths with you in the future.
Cattleya's fate changed; she wasn't pulled onto the gray fog by Klein.
No, it should be that she was pulled by Klein onto the gray fog that even fate was isolated from, which is why Bernadette felt that her fate had changed.
She noticed it immediately and even wrote me a letter; she cares a lot about Cattleya.
But what does she mean by this? Does she want me to help her take care of her child? Or does she want to know more about Cattleya's situation from me?
Couldn't you have written a few more sentences...?
He muttered a few words to himself, then gently rubbed his fingers together, lit the letter, and sent the ashes flying into the wind.
He then glanced at the group, including Jodson, whose surroundings had suddenly become quiet and whose eyes were darting around.
"What's with those expressions?"
Orpheus, who had become acquainted with him because of his extraordinary abilities, coughed lightly and said, "Ahem, um, do you know any other spirit beings who would be willing to act as messengers?"
"Ideally, he should be imposing, handsome, and powerful—the kind that makes a striking first impression!"
"I know the Spirit Realm's Pure Light, do they count?" Sirion said irritably.
Orpheus nodded thoughtfully: "If you can convince them, I'm not opposed to it."
"I can persuade them to leave you a whole body."
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...Then forget it. My biggest goal hasn't been achieved yet, and I don't want to say goodbye to this beautiful world.
Orpheus's lips twitched, and then he saw Gehrman Sparrow approaching with a cold expression. He and a few other pirates made an excuse and hurriedly left.
Ever since the news of Gehrman Sparrow wearing "Wriggling Hunger" spread on the ship, the people on board have been avoiding him.
That's how rumors spread. Danitz only said that Gehrman Sparrow had "creeping hunger," but he didn't say that the current "creeping hunger" doesn't need to eat people if it's not used.
He paused, then looked at Klein who was approaching and casually asked, "Aren't you going to settle accounts with Danitz for ruining your reputation?"
Klein shook his head slightly, then changed the subject: "The 'Iceberg Admiral' intends to cooperate with me to provide material assistance to the local resistance forces in the Rothschild Islands."
"She should have guessed that the sea god who is now responding to the believers is related to the secret organization behind us, which is likely Lenburg, representing the will of the Church of Knowledge."
"They were already hostile to the Church of Storms, so it's understandable that they would aid 'Sea God' at this time."
"She just asked for my opinion, and I suggested that Danitz be in charge of this position."
Cyril gave him a thumbs up... Poor, oh no, lucky Danitz, he's going further and further down the path of being Gehrman Sparrow's tool.
Klein ignored his gestures and asked seriously, "What's your opinion on this?"
"Good thing. Without Fussack's aid, the resistance in the Rothschild Islands is a joke."
"But now the Knowledge Church has proactively filled this gap."
"That's what I think too." Klein nodded seriously. "I, the sea god," could only offer them spiritual support, at most responding to rituals and creating some talismans to avert shipwrecks.
"There are many practical problems that I cannot solve, especially the suppression from the Storm Church and the Rune military."
After chatting for a while, Klein suddenly shifted the topic to him: "You should have achieved your purpose for coming here, so why do you not seem to be in a hurry to leave the Golden Dream?"
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"I'm traveling," Sirion replied earnestly. "As I understand it, traveling is not just about visiting places, but also about understanding and immersing oneself in them."
Klein nodded thoughtfully... Playing the role of a "traveler" is quite dashing, wandering around and stopping wherever he wants, the only thing he needs to consider is whether his wallet is thick enough.
Not only is it much simpler than the "Faceless Man," but it's also not as evil as impersonating someone else.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you know anything about 'Star Admiral,' one of the pirate generals?"
"Gardelia?" Cyril looked at him with surprise, then said, "Rumor has it she came from the Dawn, left after breaking with the Mysterious Queen, and later joined the Morse Order, becoming a Star Admiral leading the Star Pirates."
"However, no one knows whether she has truly broken ties with the 'Mysterious Queen'."
Klein rubbed his temples, feeling a bit overwhelmed. If he remembered correctly, the "mysterious queen" was already a Sequence 2.
Angels.
I wonder if it was the right choice to let a pirate general with an angel as her backer join the Tarot Club.
This is even more troublesome than the vampire's "moon," since the vampires only have one marquis openly paying attention to this matter.
As for the possibility that "Admiral of the Stars" had really broken ties with "Mysterious Queen," he hadn't considered it at all. If they had really broken ties, Sirion wouldn't have mentioned it in the first place.
On Monday afternoon, Sirion estimated the time and went to bed early for a nap.
Before long, a deep red light surged out before his eyes like water, engulfing everything.
Inside the ancient, mysterious, and magnificent palace, Cyril was not too surprised to find a new person sitting opposite him.
The other person was wearing a classical wizard's robe embroidered with many symbols. Her hair was dark and her eyes were somewhat purple. Her face was not clearly visible, but from the blurry outline, it could be seen that she was a beautiful woman.
As he sized up the newcomer, the "Hermit," Audrey "Justice" rose and, lifting her skirt slightly, bowed to the head of the table, the "Fool": "Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'."
Good afternoon, Mr. "The Hanged Man"...
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She skillfully greeted everyone in the order in which they joined the Tarot Club, thus allowing the newcomer "Hermit" to get to know everyone present.
At this moment, "The Hermit" Cattleya also carefully and attentively observed everyone according to the order in which "Justice" Audrey greeted them.
The "Hanged Man," a robust man around thirty years old, wearing a long robe... Is he a member of the Church of Storms?
"Sun," a young male, perhaps not yet an adult, but the tallest of all, a Fusak man?
But the style of his clothes didn't seem right.
"destiny"....
When she saw Sirion, her eyes flickered with a barely perceptible purple light, then she lowered her head in utter disarray.
Her eyes seemed to be pierced by sharp thorns, and warm liquid seeped from the corners of her eyes.
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, silently increasing his perceived lethality against the "Secret Seeker".
Logically speaking, the "Peeping Eyes" of the "Peeping Man" should not be able to penetrate the cover of the gray fog. Could it be that Klein just temporarily removed the cover from my body?
It shouldn't be, otherwise I should be able to sense it.
So, some of my traits were touched by the "Eye of the Secrets," and partially penetrated the gray fog to be seen by Cattleya.
However, due to the obstruction of the gray fog, very little could actually be seen, so the "Hermit" did not suffer any serious damage.
At the same time, others noticed the newcomer's sudden, large movements and the pain on his face, and they all looked on with puzzlement.
Klein, the "Fool" at the head of the table, glanced suspiciously at Cyril. The others might not have noticed, but he had witnessed the whole thing and knew that the "Hermit" had suffered some kind of backlash after observing "Fate".
This is my territory, the territory of the "Fool". Can you guys who are up to no good?
Klein once again questioned his actions in bringing "Admiral" Cattleya into the Tarot Club.
Then, taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the "Hermit" lady, he summoned the extraordinary "Manipulator" attribute from the pile of clutter, concealed it in the gray mist, and lightly tapped the edge of the table with his finger.
The tapping sound was like a gentle spring caressing the soul, and the pain on Cattleya's face gradually disappeared.
While everyone was still wondering what had happened, they heard Mr. Fool's indifferent voice: "Just this once."
Coming to her senses, Cattleya turned to the head of the table, Mr. "Fool," and earnestly thanked him, saying, "I understand. Thank you for your help, esteemed Mr. 'Fool.'"
After a brief pause, she added, "My eyes possess an innate ability of the Seer's Path; they can see things normally invisible, perceive what lies hidden behind objects, and cannot be turned off."
"Most of the time I rely on magical artifacts to seal it, to ensure that I don't see things I shouldn't see or hear things I shouldn't hear."
As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously drifted toward "Fate" across from her, but she quickly averted them.
"Controlling one's insatiable curiosity is the first rule of survival for 'peeping Toms'."
After reminding the other party, Cyril turned to look at the "Fool" at the head of the table and explained, "I can't suppress my own traits either; it's innate. However, it's generally not triggered except by 'Secret Seekers' and 'unlucky monsters.'"
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly and said nothing more.
He had experienced that trait of Cyril's before; his head had been buzzing for a long time in this space above the gray fog.
Judging from the "Hermit" lady's behavior just now, this is likely the result of her restraint. If it were the same level of restraint she showed when dealing with the "Witch," everyone present except me would likely have lost control.
As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly remembered Cyril's joking remark, "Perhaps I was born noble."
He suddenly realized that the other person was probably not joking at the time.
But what exactly constitutes being born noble? Is it being born a demigod, an angel, or having a close connection with certain high-level, high-status beings?
Cyril should be the latter, after all, he's only Sequence 5 now.
Gathering his thoughts, he looked at the "Hermit" Cattleya and helped her manifest a power capable of sealing the "Eye of Secrets."
Effective glasses.
"These glasses will be permanently etched into your image from now on."
"Okay." Cattleya nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
She then glanced at “Destiny” Cyril, who was sitting directly opposite her at the weathered long table, and carefully and warily examined him before looking away.
He is at least a demigod, or even possibly an angel; he is mysterious and terrifying.
Even when facing Nast, the "King of the Five Seas," I never felt this oppressive and heavy. If it weren't for the power of Mr. Fool, that attack would have been enough to make me lose control.
Gathered by Mr. Fool and with the participation of a powerful being like Destiny, this Tarot Club, with fewer than ten members, is already considered a powerful and secretive organization.
Thinking about this, she gradually gathered her thoughts, changed her initial attitude towards the gathering, and began to observe each member more seriously.
Taking advantage of the quiet observation, Klein, the head of the group known as "The Fool," introduced, "This is our newest member, Lady 'The Hermit.'"
Upon hearing Mr. Fool mention her, Cattleya politely nodded to everyone.
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