Revival of the Mysterious: Tarot Cards, Starting with the Fortune Teller

Just when I was about to read on.

I found that several pages underneath had been torn out.

I don’t know whether Chronos tore it off or someone else damaged it.

[On May 20, the 4th year of the record, I was finally rescued after drifting on the sea for more than a month. Although he was rescued, he still didn't let go because for some reason, the ship felt a little strange and the expressions of all the crew members were a little dull. I always feel like something bad is going to happen. 】

[On May 21st of the 4th year of recording, something bad finally happened. They actually wanted to kill me while I was sleeping. What's even more terrifying is... They are actually drooling from the corners of their mouths, as if they want to eat me. What on earth is going on with these people? 】

[On May 22nd of the 4th year of recording, thanks to my timely response, I blocked the cabin door. He survived with strength, but that's nothing. What happened next, even if future generations see this adventure manual, they probably won't believe it. Our ship was actually eaten by a sea monster. Yes, it was really a sea monster. 】

[The key lies in the body of the sea beast, which is not only not digested. I also met many other races, of course humans are also essential. Incredibly, most people here have never left the body of a sea beast in their entire lives. 】

[No, some races don't even know that there is an outside world. They think that there is a world inside the sea beast, but there is some darkness. 】

[It’s so beautiful here. There are all kinds of things that are simply invisible to the outside world. I can’t describe the senses brought about by these magical items. I hope that if there is a chance, others can come here and take a look. 】

"Tap tap tap...!" There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside.

Jebery closed the adventure book.

The person who came was none other than the butler Sander.

Jebel looked at the other party and said doubtfully.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Xander said respectfully.

"My subordinates have sent the errand boys to do their work. Master, should we clean up now?"

Jebel stood up and said.

"Well, I'll clean up the room over there myself. You can take care of the other things."

"Bring the necessary things. You can throw away some messy things and buy them again in Pero City."

"yes!"

Jeberi and others left, as if a small splash of water had passed by, and no one paid attention.

Everything went very smoothly.

…………

The capital of King Bastia.

In the underground space of a manor.

Ford and Wilder stood at the entrance.

Look at the busy crowd in the hall.

at this time…

More than 10 people are setting up the ceremony.

At each node, there is a corpse standing.

Ford said worriedly.

"Why does it feel so unreliable?"

"Wilder, you said Sotas wouldn't trick me, right?"

Wilder rolled his eyes at Ford and said.

"Even if you advance, you will only be a Sequence 6. Does Mr. Sotas need to trick you?"

"We are just thugs he trained. Only by being strong can we help him."

"Besides...didn't you provide this method? You still doubt Lord Sotas, what are you thinking?"

In fact, Ford doesn't know why.

I always feel a little uneasy.

He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and said.

"Sigh... Having said that, I still feel like there's something wrong with this sequence. It's clear that werewolves rely on their strong bodies."

"Can I advance to Sequence 6 and become a living corpse? Can I still turn into a werewolf and continue fighting?"

"Sequence 5 is even more exaggerated. It directly gives up the body and becomes an innocent soul. Oh my God!!! This seems to be completely in conflict with the previous one, right?"

In fact, Wilder also had some doubts about this.

Normal way.

Although the names are somewhat different.

But there will be some correlation.

Looking at Ford's eyes expecting an answer.

He shrugged.

"Don't look at me. I don't know either. There's no other way to go anyway. Maybe we're overthinking it. Your sequence might not rely on strength."

Corpses in underground space.

All provided by Sotas.

It is also the hundreds of professional corpses that Sotas has collected.

Among them, Dylan, Alex, Roland, etc... all stood during the ceremony.

And this ritual is to transform the vitality of these corpses into Ford.

Directly transform Ford's body into a living corpse without destroying his soul.

This is the benefit of holding your thighs.

Not only provides living corpses.

Even the huge amount of materials for the ceremony were provided by Sotas.

If only Ford had collected it himself.

After gathering all these materials, I guess they are already old.

At this time a person came over.

"Two adults, the ceremony has been arranged!"

Wilder patted Ford on the shoulder.

comforted.

"Go with confidence, believe in yourself, believe in Lord Sotas!"

Ford's eyes gradually became firmer.

He also understands.

I have no other choice at all.

It is also impossible to give up promotion.

He stood up and strode towards the ceremony center.

Take off all your clothes.

Just stand there and close your eyes.

said in a deep voice.

"Ready, let's begin!!"

"yes!"

Everyone started the ceremony at the same time.

There were clouds of black smoke coming out of the runes.

The entire ceremony area was instantly wrapped in it.

During the ceremony.

The skin of those corpses began to age gradually.

Emitting black smoke.

Follow the ceremonial line toward the Ford.

At this moment, Ford felt as if his body was being bitten by countless ants.

The body trembled slightly.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

Clench your fists.

Blood even flowed from the cracks in his fists.

In the past, when Ford had a rapier inserted into his butt, he could heal quickly without even feeling any pain.

You can imagine how powerful his defense and resilience are.

But I couldn't stand it here.

"Ah!!!" finally shouted out.

Wilder is also a little worried outside.

But there is no way.

No one outside the promotion ceremony could help, Ford had to rely on himself.

There's no point in being anxious.

Frowning and waiting...