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

Bastia Royal Capital, southern suburbs.

Basement of Sotas Manor.

Dylan curled up in the corner.

I felt very nervous.

Although Harriet had all the plans in place.

But it still worries Dylan.

Just any mistake.

Sotas could risk his life at any time.

"Tap tap tap...!" A sound of footsteps came.

Dylan looked up.

Look towards the light.

A figure gradually appeared.

It was Wilder who came.

He walked slowly with a food box in his hand.

Come to Dylan's side.

Open the food box. In addition to meat and vegetables, there is also a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

Wilder took the food out and poured red wine.

A glass was handed to Dylan.

"Come and have a drink!"

Dylan took the glass and the two touched it lightly.

Each took a small sip.

(In fact, living corpses have no sense of taste, they are just pretending.)

Wilder asked.

"Are you still used to being here? Should I call you Dylan, or Ford...?"

Dylan leaned against the wall.

Sighed.

"Although our souls are fused, Ford's consciousness has been erased, leaving only his memory."

"I still like people to call me Dylan!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to devour your friend."

Wilder also leaned against the wall.

He shook his head and said.

"Actually, I have only known Ford for a short time. I just came here from a small town."

“I’m not familiar with the place here, and having someone in the same place won’t make me feel lonely.”

"That day...when you first woke up you were talking about Kurt, do you know him??"

Speaking of Kurt.

Dylan said with a smile on his lips.

"Haha, we met in a small city called Makenna City."

"Actually, I've only met him a few times, but... he's a very interesting guy."

"Possessing outstanding wisdom and strange means."

Hear Makenna City.

Wilder was stunned.

interjected.

"Are you also from Makenna City??"

Dylan's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"No, based on what you said, did you come from that small town?"

Wilder nodded slightly.

Said with a smile.

"Yes, I have lived in that small town since I was a child, and so did Kurt."

"You know? It's all thanks to me that Kurt got into the Special Affairs Bureau!"

This is something Wilder is proud of.

Then he sighed.

"You are right, he is a smart and weird guy. So far, I only know that he is a fortune teller."

"After investigating this method afterwards, I found that my ability is very weak, and I can't be as good as Kurt at all."

"Didn't that guy help you? How did it end up in this situation?"

The two chatted and ate delicious food.

Dylan laughed.

"Kurt killed me!"

Wilder's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

Almost spilled the drink.

He opened his eyes in disbelief and asked.

"Aren't you friends?"

Dylan shook his head and explained.

"It's a little complicated inside. Something happened. You can't blame Kurt for killing me. I just didn't expect there would be a chance to resurrect."

"I wonder how he is doing lately!"

A look of regret appeared on Wilder's face.

"I heard Lord Sotas say that Kurt is dead!"

Dylan looked slightly stunned.

Recovered quickly.

I couldn't laugh or cry.

"I didn't expect this guy to end up like this. It's a pity. If he can survive, he will definitely do something in the future."

Then the topic changed.

"Are you also controlled by Sotas?"

In Dylan's mind, Sotas is a devil and a slave owner.

It's natural to think this way.

Wilder said with a smile.

"You were wrong. There is no one you are familiar with in Devi Principality, so you came here with Sotas."

"At least I have a Sequence 4 to take care of me, and the road ahead will be much easier."

"It's more convenient than trying to force yourself in."

Dylan looked at the food, then at the red wine glass in his hand, and wanted to say something, but he hesitated and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

This is the critical moment.

Don't let your plans be revealed in a moment of weakness.

In the end I couldn't hold it back.

reminded.

"I suggest you find another place to stay for a few days. There may be some chaos in the next few days."

Wilder looked slightly startled.

doubted.

"What's the meaning?"

Dylan didn't answer and pointed at the delicious food.

"Nothing, just eat. The food you brought tastes great. Did you make it yourself?"

Then the two chatted again, some interesting things about the royal capital.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

After having enough wine and food, Wilder took the food box and left.

Before leaving, he glanced at the corner where Dylan was.

There are still some doubts in my heart.

What exactly does that sentence mean halfway through?

Will the king be in chaos?

impossible…

It's not that there won't be chaos in the capital, but it's just that Dylan can't know.

For so many days, except for the first two escapes and being recaptured, he has been staying in the underground space since then.

How is it possible to know what's going on outside?

Returning to the manor, he handed the food box to the servant and came to the living room.

Sotas was sitting on the sofa at this time.

Saw Wilder coming.

asked with a smile.

"How was your chat with him? Does this guy have any thoughts of escaping?"

The rebellious heart must be smoothed out, otherwise it will cause some trouble in future battles.

However, this matter cannot be rushed, and the right medicine must be taken.

That's why Wilder was sent down to find out more.

When you hear the word escape.

Wilder was shocked.

The expression naturally fell into Sotas' eyes.

doubted.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Fragments flashed rapidly through Wilder's mind.

Kurt…

Dylan…………

Makenna City…………

Belisa......

Thinking of my own strength...

If you don't get the support of Sotas, you will have no hope of gaining great strength.

I struggled internally for a while.

He lowered his head and said.

"Lord Sotas, I suspect that Dylan has tried to escape in the past two days!!"

In order to gain strength, Dylan is sorry!

At the same time, Dylan's presence also put pressure on Wilder.

Worry about one day.

Sotas abandoned him because he thought his strength was too low.