Mystery: From Celestial Venerable's Backup to Red Priest

Chapter 230 Is Evan planning to form a small "Tarot Club" group?

Chapter 230 Is Evan planning to form a small "Tarot Club" group?

Fors's celestial body was pulled into the gray fog, but because of the pain she had just experienced, she was still a little dazed. Klein, through the image that had not disappeared, watched as the changes in Fors's body slowly subsided, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the method of pulling her into the gray fog worked; otherwise, he would not have had a better solution. This also exposed his lack of understanding of higher-level occult knowledge.

Once Evan returns to Backlund, he'll inquire whether MI9 possesses any more advanced occult knowledge, though even if they did, it probably wouldn't be easy to acquire.

Fors gradually regained consciousness from the deep, piercing headache, slowly exhaled, and felt as if she had finally come back to life.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a magnificent palace supported by towering stone pillars. In front of him was an ancient and mottled bronze table, and under his feet was an endless gray-white mist.

Then she suddenly noticed a figure sitting at the head of the table, shrouded in gray-white mist, seemingly looking down on everything.

Remembering the true name he had just uttered under Hugh's guidance, he suddenly understood his predicament, stood up with fear in his eyes, and bowed deeply, saying:

"Are you Mr. Fool, no, Lord Fool? Did you save me?"

At this moment, Klein also focused his attention on the symbolic symbols and mysterious patterns composed of glittering stars behind the high-backed chair where Fors was sitting.

It was a symbol of a "door" made up of countless overlapping doors.

"The door? Mr. Door?"

Klein was deeply impressed by Mr. Door in Russell's diary. Was this woman on the same sequence path as Mr. Door, who was trapped in the storm and darkness? Which path was it? Did the words that brought her endless suffering come from Mr. Door?

Klein then inquired whether the words Fors heard came from Mr. Men. Fors, already in a state of extreme fear, naturally answered all questions without daring to conceal anything.

Klein, through various sources, has basically determined that the Full Moon Language originated from Mr. Door.

Once my sequence is upgraded, for example, to sequence 5, I wonder if I can find the ritual that Russell arranged back then through the contents of Russell's diary and contact Mr. Door.

After all, this might be an old man who has witnessed the Quaternary Period, possibly older than Mr. Azik who has lived through many lifetimes. I might be able to find out information about Roselle from him. Of course, I should also be vigilant, as no one knows what his true identity is.

After Klein had finished asking his questions, Fors, seeing that Mr. Fool seemed rather kind, boldly peeked at the surrounding seats and noticed that he was one seat away from Mr. Fool's seat, which was clearly not a normal seating arrangement. So he tentatively asked:

"Mr. Fool, are there any other people coming and going here?"

Having calmed down somewhat, Fors suddenly realized that her future fate might not be able to be separated from Mr. Fool.

So she decided to be more proactive, thinking that this would at least help her resist the terrifying full moon language, as she really didn't want to experience that feeling again.

As for whether Mr. Fool is righteous or evil, good or bad, she can't care about that now.

"There are a few people like you who have been brought here by me for various reasons. They want me to hold regular gatherings to trade recipes, exchange information, buy and sell materials, and assign tasks."

Fors' eyes lit up; he knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and quickly asked:

"Can I join this?"

"Yes, every Monday at 3 pm, without any distractions, they use tarot cards as their code names. You choose one card; cards that already have owners cannot be chosen."

Fors ultimately chose "The Magician," and just when she thought the conversation was about to end, Mr. Fool spoke again:

"You'll be in charge of bringing your friends into the Tarot Club in the future. Even if I don't mind the revelation of your name, she will still suspect something about you, and her presence will compromise the Tarot Club's secrecy."

"No, it was Hugh who suggested that I say your name this time. She's a good friend of mine, and she would never reveal anything about me."

Fors joined the Tarot Club because she had no other choice, but that doesn't mean she wanted to drag the innocent Hugh into it.

As an agent of MI9, she has a deep understanding of the cruelty of the extraordinary world. Don't be fooled by Mr. Fool's current kindness; there's no guarantee what kind of face lies beneath that mask.

Klein, sitting at the head of the table, shook his head coldly. It wasn't that he insisted on bringing in the short lady named "Hugh," but there was a reason for it.

On the one hand, it was his responsibility as the organizer of the Tarot Club to keep the existence of the Tarot Club a secret as much as possible. On the other hand, Klein did not want to give Fors the impression that he was too kind-hearted, as this would make him lose his authority.

Klein always paid close attention to his image in the eyes of the Tarot Club members, after all, he knew his true abilities.

Knowing that Fors has people around him, not taking any action would be inconsistent with the persona of the leader of the "Fool" secret organization, a high-level, clandestine entity, and might even arouse Fors' suspicions, which would be detrimental to both parties.

Klein remained silent as he looked at Fors, causing Fors to swallow back the words she wanted to say.

She realized that the Fool in front of her was not a roadside vendor to haggle over, but a hidden being standing at the top of the world, a being who could decide her and Hugh's life and death with a single word.

"I understand, Mr. Fool, but please give me some time!"

"Fool" Klein nodded, then waved his hand to send Fors back to reality.

Back in reality, Fors opened her eyes and quickly checked her body. Apart from her hair being unusually long, to the point that it covered the entire floor of the room, there was nothing else wrong.

I'm not dead! And I'm not out of control!

Fors was overjoyed, touching every part of her body repeatedly, almost bursting into tears of joy. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around, discovering Hugh Deercha, dressed in knight's attire, holding a gleaming triangular dagger, hiding behind an overturned sofa, warily eyeing her.

"Hugh, I made it through! I didn't lose control! Ah—"

Fol was about to get up when he accidentally stepped on his own hair and tripped over it.

Hugh is currently a Sequence 7 "Interrogator" in the Arbitrator pathway, while the Sequence 8 "Sheriff" in the Arbitrator pathway can detect abnormal factors, grasp subtle clues, and, when close enough, can detect and sense connections to evil, chaos, and...

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So she only needed to discern for a moment to know that Fors hadn't lost control, and quickly ran to Fors' side with the triangular dagger, saying:

"How did you feel after reciting that name?"

As the leader of the MI9 operations team, Hugh had recently reviewed far too many extraordinary case files related to the name of the evil god.

Knowing that the best outcome of doing this would be becoming a follower of an evil god, she is now extremely anxious.

Fors was able to break free from the influence of the Full Moon Language and escape the risk of losing control, which was clearly a response from the hidden being known as "The Fool".

"I saw him!"

For considered lying, but knew she couldn't hide it from the "interrogator," so she had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I joined the evil god's organization and became a follower of the evil god. That's all I can tell you."

The triangular dagger in Hugh Deercha's hand fell to the ground with a sound, though it was obscured by his hair.

This makes the sound less crisp.

Hugh slumped down beside Fors, looking at her and unsure of what to say.

"It's alright, Xiu. I've seen that mysterious being with my own eyes. He was very kind and didn't make things difficult for me. From now on, I'm free from the influence of Full Moon Language and won't have to suffer that kind of pain anymore."

Fors held Hugh Deercha's hand, comforting her friend while also feeling deeply moved.

Because after she revealed that she had become a member of the evil god organization, she did not see a trace of disgust in Hugh Deercha's eyes, only regret for her friend's fall into the abyss and hatred for her own powerlessness.

Hugh forced a smile, tears welling in his eyes, as if he believed his friend's words. He turned to look at the hair scattered throughout the room and said with a smile:

"This Blood Moon event wasn't all bad; at least such good, long hair should be worth a lot of money."

The Industrial Revolution and the emergence of factories have led to severe environmental pollution worldwide. Not only are men facing the crisis of receding hairlines, but women are also worried about hair loss.

Newspapers occasionally report cases of women committing suicide after being abandoned by their husbands because of hair problems.

Therefore, wigs made from high-quality hair have a very high market value, but unfortunately, no woman would sell her hair for no reason.

Even streetwalkers cherish their hair, as it's essential to their livelihood.

Women from lower socioeconomic backgrounds who are forced to sell their hair often work in highly polluting lead and glazing factories, where health problems are common, not to mention the condition of their hair.

Therefore, some people with ulterior motives have set their sights on women who died in the cemetery, especially those who were recently buried.

Even though they knew the origins of these wigs, upper-class ladies still flocked to them, and the demand continued to grow.

For various reasons, a high-quality wig can even sell for an astronomical price.

Fors looked at the hair scattered all over the floor, and, finding humor in the misery, said with a smile:

"Yes, it's a blessing in disguise. Maybe I can use this hair to buy us a villa in the West District. Not only has my hair grown longer, but it's also gotten thicker. I can keep pulling my hair when I'm writing my book."

At this point, Forl recalled how he would frantically pull his hair when he encountered difficulties while writing a book, and how he would feel very distressed afterward.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hush, get me a pair of scissors. Let's cut this hair together."

Hugh quickly stepped on Fors's hair and ran to the desk, opened the drawer, found two pairs of scissors, and the two of them started cutting each other's hair. Hugh said as he cut:

"When you joined that organization, did you receive any missions? Can you tell me?"

Fors paused in her haircutting, then shook her head with difficulty and said:

"I'm too weak right now, so my biggest task is to improve my rank and abilities as quickly as possible."

Fors really couldn't bring himself to ask his promising friend to join the secret organization, so he could only give a generic answer.

Furthermore, she wanted to quickly gain promotion to see if she could increase her standing within the Tarot Club and persuade Mr. Fool to give up his career aspirations and join the Tarot Club.

Standing behind Fors, Hugh, who could cut hair without bending over, sensed the falsehood in her words. He paused, but quickly regained his composure and smiled, saying:

"I used your merits to promote me to 'Interrogator' before, so I'll help you accumulate merits to help you get promoted next."

"Evan has the 'Astrologer' potion recipe you need. We can get the recipe on credit first, so we can start looking for the necessary materials sooner and save time. The credit can be paid back gradually."

"Okay, let's do it this way!"

Fors smiled as he watched Hugh respond to his plans.

Watching the moon in the sky change from a blood moon back to a 'normal' red moon, Evan didn't make a move and remained standing in front of the French windows.

After waiting a while longer, Evan changed into a tailcoat and prayed devoutly:

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

The king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune.

I beg for your favor, I beg for your audience!

Klein had just finished packing his things, changed into his pajamas, and gone to bed when he heard the sound of prayer again, which immediately dispelled his drowsiness.

Listening closely, he discovered it was the familiar "Power" man, who was also his friend Evan. He suppressed his irritation and prepared to get up and enter the gray fog to respond to Evan's request, only to find that he was wearing pajamas and had to change back into his formal attire.

Although one can adjust their appearance and conceal their true face above the gray fog, and their clothing will become very blurry, it is still possible to roughly distinguish what kind of clothes they are wearing. Klein did not want Evan to see a 'patient' in pajamas, otherwise his image would immediately collapse.

"What do you want to see me about?"

Mr. Fool's authoritative voice echoed over the gray fog, and Evan could even detect a hint of morning grumpiness in it, realizing it was quite late.

"I wanted to ask you, when the blood moon occurred tonight, did anyone pray to you because of the full moon's obliteration? How is she doing?"

Klein's eyes widened slightly. He had always thought that Miss Justice wanted to recruit people to join the Tarot Club, so she revealed his name. Now it seemed that this was not the case.

This is a very serious matter. To put it bluntly, Miss "Justice" and Mr. "Power" are secretly colluding with the Fool under the guise of the Tarot Club.

But why did they do that? And why did they say it directly to him?

For a moment, the magnificent palaces above the gray fog fell silent, as if they had remained unchanged for eternity.