Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Mr. Devil, if you tell us these things, won't it pose any threat to you?"

Although "Justice" doesn't have much favorable impressions of "Devil", as a member of the Tarot Society, she felt it was necessary to confirm whether the other party would be in danger due to leaking information.

"Devil" rubbed his chin and said in a more serious tone: "No, I act independently. My secret mission is to find people related to Mr. Fool."

There was silence around the long table.

He actually directly announced the "secret mission" to the public!

The "Magician" always found it funny that "The Fool's followers are looking for her", but now that the atmosphere was a little tense, she didn't dare to express her thoughts.

"The Hanged Man" cleared his throat: "Well, if I guess correctly, you are on your way to Backlund now?"

"Yes, I will enter the country the day after tomorrow. It's illegal." "Devil" smiled and patted his chest.

Even "The Hanged Man" couldn't help it: "You don't have to say it so openly..."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It would be disrespectful to hide anything in front of the gods."

"The Hanged Man" was temporarily blocked by the word "Devil". He was the one who had hidden his secret thoughts, but that was all in the early days of the Tarot Society.

On the other hand, as an experienced old man in the Tarot Club, "The Hanged Man" praised Mr. Fool to the leader, and then naturally returned to what he originally wanted to say: "About your mission." We probably won’t be able to help, but I will pay attention to the situation at sea. At present, the Church of Storms has no actions related to this.”

There is something in the words of "The Hanged Man", implying that the Zhengshen Church may not know much about this, otherwise there will be more frequent transfers of upper-level personnel. Even if the relevant matters are not informed to the people below, there should still be a transfer of resources and manpower. There will be no So quiet.

"The Hermit" glanced at "The Hanged Man" thoughtfully: "I will pay a little attention to the developments in Intis."

Although the "Mysterious Queen" has been at sea all year round and has been in contact with the local colonial forces in West Balam, she still has some hidden manpower remaining in Intis - that is her hometown after all.

The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery also has a very entangled relationship with the surname Gustav. The "Hermit" has already mentally counted the people she can contact.

"Justice" also nodded and said briskly: "I will also help keep an eye on the situation in the royal family, but there is no guarantee that I will gain anything."

"Magician" and "Moon" also have their own social circles. They plan to contact people they know first and then share the news when they have it.

The "Devil's" smile looked very arrogant, and the tension made everyone alert. Even without his deliberate push, everyone would subconsciously keep this matter in their hearts, which is exactly what he wanted.

The "Devil" stood up, as if inviting people to appreciate magic, and saluted to the long table with his hand on his chest: "Then I would like to thank you all here in advance. If there is any latest information, I will share it here."

Even if they are not "audience", "The Hermit" and "The Hanged Man" can easily hear the "Devil's" little thoughts, but no one will expose him directly. The Tarot Club is originally a platform for everyone to exchange information, so they can master it first. As the situation of all parties changes, everyone can plan what they need.

At least at this point in time, none of the members of the Tarot Society, including "The Fool," are aware of what is operating behind this matter.

"The World" added: "Be safe and hide yourself."

"Justice" couldn't help but smile and replied: "Thank you for your concern for everyone, Mr. World!"

Klein hid behind the scenes of "The Fool" and couldn't help but curl his lips. He simply felt that what the "Devil" wanted to investigate was not simple, and he didn't want anyone to be unlucky enough to be caught.

After this topic was revealed, "The World" applied to the leader again: "Mr. Fool, I hope to have a private communication with the Sun."

"The Fool" nodded slightly, indicating that the two of them could speak.

Because what happened in Backlund was too far away from Silver City, "The Sun" was not as immersed in the topic as "Magician" and "Moon" were.

"Taiyang" looked at the man in black robe at the end of the table curiously: "Mr. World, do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, there is something. My friend has researched a plant that can emit light..." "The World" paused, "A kind of mushroom. Because of the special raw materials, it may be cultivated in Silver City."

"Taiyang" was stunned for a moment, "Mr. World, what do you mean..."

"You'd better try planting it yourself first to see if it can survive. Remember to closely observe whether it has any mutations. If it survives successfully, you can then hand it over to your 'chief' for further research and cultivation. This mushroom."

Klein has already done divination. There is no danger in handing these "lantern mushrooms" to the "sun". His divination results are all positive. Klein even tried to grow one himself. Now the oval-shaped mushroom, which is only the size of a fist, is emitting a faint light in the gray fog, threatening the "squirming hunger" next to it.

Because he had experimented with it himself, Klein dared to hand over Frank's results to "The Sun" with such confidence.

Although "The Sun" is simple, he is not stupid. He has realized that this is probably the aid that "The World" intends to provide to Silver City, and even has the tacit approval of "The Fool" before reaching out to Silver City in the eternal night. Take action.

If that plant, no, mushroom can really provide a stable light source, then there will be one more hope in the dark night of Silver City.

Not much, but enough to sustain them for a long, long time.

"The Sun" stood up excitedly, bent deeply in the direction of "The World", and sat back down after a while: "Thank you, Mr. World! No matter whether this mushroom can survive or not, I will always remember your kindness. !”

The voice of "The World" sounded more gloomy: "'Lovers' also provided help. This is just an experiment for us. I have sacrificed the mushroom seeds to Mr. Fool."

"I understand! I will try to plant it as soon as possible and convey the results to you. I will also thank Ms. Lover later." "The Sun" replied angrily.

Even he didn't know whether that "new plant" could successfully survive in Silver City, but the little hope that had been ignited was firmly rooted in his heart and kept getting hotter.

Tarot will bring too many surprises to "The Sun". Every time he feels this way, he will silently praise Mr. "Fool" in his heart.

After the usual exchanges and the other members’ simple lessons on “The Sun”, today’s Tarot Club ended like this.

Everyone left after paying their respects, and the "god"'s faint sigh became the only sound left at the table.

When Klein raised his head a little, the ball of light would come into his sight. He spread his palms, and the ball of light would fall down meekly and hover in front of him.

After observing for a moment, Klein's brows furrowed again. He held the light ball completely in his hand: "I have some ideas about your last proposal."

no respond.

Klein let go of the ball of light and watched it automatically fly back to its original location.

Simply observing like this, he couldn't tell whether Zoya deliberately kept silent or if there was some other possibility.

The figure of "The Fool" left the gray mist.

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West Balam, Uttar Pradesh.

A strange-looking church stands at the foot of a mountain in the suburbs.

No one knows when it was built. This church does not belong to any righteous god in the northern continent, nor does it have the architectural style of the southern continent. It is so naturally in everyone's sight, but outside people's awareness - no one knows it is there, but everyone who passes by will subconsciously bypass this place.

The supporting structure inside the church is one black stone pillar after another, which together hold up the vault and the wide arc dome. The same arched stained glass windows are hung high, letting in the dim twilight.

However, this is not an ordinary church. Its low-key appearance is completely inconsistent with the magnificence of the interior. For things that cannot be explained from a physical point of view, mysticism provides the answer.

The bones of countless races are densely overlapping and squeezed, and are firmly embedded in the surface of every building that can be seen. The empty eye sockets of the skull hang downwards. If there is a visitor here, no matter where that person goes, he will Watched silently by those non-existent eyes.

The transparent face and the bones are combined with each other and hidden underneath. Only a vague image emerges on the surface. It seems that the same countless souls are sealed in this building, isolating this place from the outside world, including the spiritual world and the astral world. contact.

A cross hundreds of meters high is clustered in front of the church.

Black seats with backrests are neatly arranged on both sides, with a wide aisle in the middle.

A blond priest wearing a white robe sat in the front row with a warm smile. On the same bench, there lay a calm-looking lady.

Adam's hand was flipping through a notebook with a black cover. In his hand, the quill that was also imagined was slowly moving around, leaving behind line after line of elegant Giant language handwriting, always with an upturned mark at the end of the sentence. of hook pen.

The lady's pale eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, and when she slowly opened her eyes, a circular starburst mark radiating light was revealed under her eyes.

"Good morning." Adam said hello very casually without stopping his hand, as if his friend had taken a too long nap.

"A twist of fate." The woman said softly, her voice as low as sleep.

Adam closed the notebook in his hand and looked at the lady with clear eyes: "Yes, everything has been arranged. Seeing your persistence in letting your consciousness enter the real world, I think that time is very close."

The lady sat up in a daze and stared at Adam for a long time, until a hint of enlightenment appeared on her face:

"You are not Him, you are..."

Adam just smiled: "Welcome back to reality, Zoya."