The gas lamp at the head of the table struggled to maintain the dim lighting in the duty room. Klein sat on the wooden chair in front of the table. As Old Neil taught him, he closed his eyes tightly, and drew a picture in his mind. Another image of layered light **** pulls his mind into the tranquility brought by "meditation".

He was sitting in the duty room. In the absolutely quiet environment, the sound of the second hand of the silver-white pocket watch turning on his body was clearly audible, ticking away the time that would never look back.

After an unknown amount of time, an illusory voice suddenly sounded in Klein's ear, recalling his consciousness.

Who is praying at this time? Klein did not respond immediately, but first took out a silver pocket watch with embossed branches from his arms, and opened the cover with a snap.

Six seventeen.

It is impossible for me to respond to "believers" in the church of the goddess... Klein shook his neck, which was slightly sore from sitting for a long time, and decided to ignore this prayer.

Although the goddess may have discovered the existence of the gray fog and guessed the fact that he is playing a god, this is not the same as indulging him to respond to "believers" in his own church, even if he lived in a society ruled by materialism before. Ryan also knew very well that a **** could not allow such a behavior to happen under his own eyes. This was tantamount to provocation and blasphemy!

Klein randomly found a novel from the duty room outside Chanis Gate, which was probably placed here by Sika, and read the book "War of Vinland" written by Emperor Roselle. I forgot the prayers that had been ringing in my ears.

Spreading a book with a dark blue casing and a pattern of waves on the table, Klein carefully read every word in the book.

This is undoubtedly a good story, a story about pirates, a story about how it looks like a Viking.

Just after Klein read the first few chapters and understood the background story, another voice of prayer that was obviously much thicker began to echo in his ears.

Klein ignored this prayer and continued his reading.

Well, it is indeed a good story. The male protagonist's father was a powerful warrior, but in order to protect the male protagonist, he died in an ambush. drop him.

Then came the male protagonist... Another sound of prayer, which was equally strong, but different from before, squeezed into Klein's mind, interrupting his thoughts of reading.

Who is this, who co-authored the current Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and even the Sun, as if they had agreed to pray when I was on duty at Chanis Gate?

Klein continued to choose to ignore it, bite the bullet and continued to read until midnight. When Leonard replaced him, he returned to Narcissus Road in a liberated manner, and returned to the room he was thinking of.

He looked at the house that had been neatly tidy up by the maid Bella, stared at the spotless bed that seemed to be very soft, forced himself to look away, cheered up, and took out the same thing from under his desk to set up Items of the ceremony.

The sterling silver holy dagger sprayed with spirituality. With Klein's constantly moving arm, it gradually covered the entire room, creating a standard spiritual wall.

After doing all this, he took four steps in the opposite direction, crossing the roaring and babbling familiarly, and entering above the gray fog.

As soon as he sat at the top of the long bronze table, he didn't even care to observe the state of the gray fog, and directly spread his spirituality, first touching the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice.

The crimson light flashed, and an indistinct picture appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and the sweet prayer from Miss Justice's voice sounded in his ears.

......

"Dear Mr. Fool, I beg for your hearing."

"I recently took the opportunity to get rid of the protection of my home and paid the entrustment to two friends I entrusted, so my father increased his surveillance on me to prevent me from being harmed by a possible accomplice of Qilingers, So I want to ask you for leave, in order not to expose the existence of the Tarot Club, I hope you can approve me not to attend the Tarot Club next week."

Getting rid of the protection at home... Klein imagined how Melissa would react if she made a similar move, and subconsciously glanced at the blurred picture.

Through the fog, he saw a giant bathtub dotted with petals and rippling water, and saw Miss Justice wrapped in a white towel on her chest.

With a glance, he quickly ended the picture of Miss Justice, and turned to touch the star corresponding to The Hanged Man.

This Mr. Pirate, who is still stranded in Backlund, is preparing funds and materials by the way to get rid of the influence of the Qilingus incident, and is going to sea to find opportunities for promotion. He is also asking for leave. He will be at the Church of Storms meeting these days. I spent time with collective actions, and I couldn't participate in the Tarot Club covertly.

"What kind of meeting is this, am I talking about life ideals with Little Sun?" Klein couldn't help sighing. Holding the last hope in his heart, he extended his spirituality and checked the content of Sun's prayer.

In the picture, this "child" whose height has surpassed most people is curled up in an unobtrusive corner with his hands folded.

"Respected Mr. Fool, I recently discovered a very strange thing. Elder Lovia in our City of Silver's "Six-Person Council" seems to be related to a city-state that believes in giant dragons. The evil **** of the Ringer's was polluted, and I was in the library that day and saw her praying to a holy emblem with three dragons inscribed on it."

The belief in the evil **** appeared in the City of Silver... Klein was not surprised that similar incidents occurred in this city-state. After all, for people in the dark, any light is worth everything, just like every It's human nature to drowning people struggle.

However, considering that "Land Abandoned by God" is his important channel, and Little "Sun" is also an important member of the Tarot Club, he still "due diligently" fortune-telling about the elder Lovia.

"That elder Lovia believed in an evil god..."

The citrine pendant stored above the gray fog kept spinning. Just when Klein wanted to give up, it miraculously stopped and slowly turned counterclockwise a few times.

the answer is negative.

"No, it stands to reason that this kind of divination that lacks information will not succeed. I just try it." Klein looked at the citrine in his hand with some doubts, and fell into deep thought.

Generally speaking, in terms of divination rules, events that lack prophetic information cannot be divination. Unless the divination has a certain connection with oneself, no results can be obtained.

So the so-called evil **** is related to me?

"No, if it has something to do with me, the gray fog will produce feedback. It's impossible to pray to the 'God of Mysteries', and that person's direction is estimated to be connected to the gray fog."

Holding the silver chain in his right hand, Klein continued to think while staring at the citrine pendant.

"That should be some connections left by the 'God of Mysteries' when he was still in the 'Land Abandoned by God', and the three giant dragons are probably not pointing at him or the angel. Among his four angels Not described as a dragon figure."

Thinking of this, Klein glanced at the blurry picture that had been floating in front of his eyes, nodded slightly, responded to their prayers respectively, and added in a low voice at the end:

"The next meeting is canceled."

......................

Inside the Silver City training ground covered by lightning.

Derrick, who was standing among a group of young men who were a little taller than himself, was suddenly stunned, and a dark red appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw the thick fog, saw Mr. Fool standing above the thick fog, looked at this man in the palace like a giant's residence, and said solemnly:

"She doesn't believe in the evil **** now, so there's no need to worry about that three-headed dragon now."

"The next meeting is canceled."

Derrick's eyesight recovered first. He adjusted his awkward standing position, and the voice still echoed in his ears.

That's great, Elder Lovia didn't betray the City of Silver, and that giant dragon is not some kind of evil god... Derrick's heart filled with joy from the bottom of his heart, driving the young man's face There was an uncontrollable smile.

He and his companions lined up neatly, turned their heads subconsciously, and looked at the mature woman with silver-gray curly hair standing in front of the queue.

Suddenly, the smile on Derrick's face froze, and he found that Elder Lovia, whom he mentioned just now, was watching him at the same time.

This elder with bright eyebrows and bright skin and fair and tender skin suddenly evoked a gentle smile at Derrick. The emotions in his lavender eyes were very complicated~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Derrick standing in the team He lowered his head suddenly, and the clothes behind him were instantly wet.

......................

After responding to his several "believers", Klein quickly left the gray fog and did not stay for a moment.

For a time, the tall stone high-back chair became empty and lost its owner.

Until a burst of crimson suddenly appeared, and with the ubiquitous gray fog around it, a human figure was formed.

He tentatively stretched out his right hand, dragged it in the empty air, and pulled out a scene in the real world.

A one-eyed man with an ancient sculpture-like face is lying in front of the desk, holding an old quill pen, constantly writing something.

This hazy and illusory figure watched all this silently, and a little dazzling starlight appeared in his right hand.

As soon as these stars appeared, they changed their form, twisted and shrunk, forming independent characters, connected in a chain shape, and wrapped around the arm of the illusory figure.

With the rotation of his wrist, the decree written by Xinghui was forcibly enlarged, and the space affected the corresponding reality in the historical pores.

After doing all this, His figure immediately dissipated, the historical scene floating in the void was also shattered, and the gray fog returned to the eternal silence.

......................

The next day, Klein, who was mentally exhausted, was still unconscious in his sleep and was about to wake up.

Just when he dreamed that he had just stepped out of the elevator, was about to open the door, and entered the house to enjoy his wonderful weekend, the whole dream suddenly subverted, and the moonlight outside the window was once again dyed crimson.

He saw the captain standing in front of him, his reflection reflected in his deep gray eyes.

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