Indescribable tarot cards

Let's move the time forward just a little bit.

Leiden City, in the north of the city, deep in the noble cemetery.

The sword shadow rising into the sky was enough to attract the attention of everyone in the cemetery.

And with the departure of Horace and others, the cemetery that was bustling just now fell into silence again.

The once noisy place became quiet again.

Only the breeze blows from time to time, bringing with it the rustling of the leaves.

The atmosphere of cult lingers vaguely, like a veil.

Not long after, there was the sound of lone footsteps.

A pair of boots that were as clean as new walked in on the winding gravel path.

The owner of these boots seemed to be accustomed to everything that happened in the cemetery. His footsteps did not stop at all, and he passed countless tombs with open doors.

Finally, the boots stopped in front of a tomb.

Outside the tomb, a few thin and simple coffins were scattered randomly.

Aaron was in a hurry when he left, so he really didn't bother to pack up these coffin boards.

A male voice slowly echoed in the cemetery: "Oh, I told you to be careful."

His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.

"But so is this kid. He didn't even put back his father's coffin board."

At this point, he paused and sneered, "That's right, this kid can only be considered half a biological child."

A cough sounded like a command.

It was as if several arms were formed from the void, and several broken wooden boards automatically and silently joined together again.

"After all, this is the place where I will live in the future, so I have to change it a little bit..."

The man muttered, "It's just a little too small..."

A faint supernatural aura spread out, and a silver thread started from a certain corner on the coffin, like a pen moving like a dragon and a snake, and an inexplicable talisman inscription gradually took shape.

It is extremely difficult to describe the style of the talisman inscription. In fact, it is not so much the talisman inscription as the product of countless types of characters mixed together.

At first glance, without any explanation from others, people probably understand intuitively that this talisman inscription is used to seal something.

However, after the second glance, this text-like image will be completely confused in the eyes of the viewer, turning into countless incomprehensible graphic records.

At different angles, the graphics expressed by this complicated talisman and inscription are different.

"I originally thought that when I left with the inheritance, this matter would be concluded."

Boots walked a few steps and stood in front of the tomb.

“My ancestors told me that we are born with this responsibility, haha, responsibility.

Also, if this approach of severing the family inheritance was effective, I probably wouldn’t even have to be born.

Thinking about it, I am indeed too young. "

This man who has already entered middle age said this.

"This kid Aaron, hey, it's really meaningless to die."

The iron door of the tomb was opened, and the re-nailed coffin was silently filled into the messy tomb.

"I originally thought that if I could borrow the help of the Human-Faced Rat Order to kill a person who was already dead, and then let them be the scapegoat to bear the extra attention, wouldn't the matter that has troubled the family for many years be solved?

As long as I can endure it, hide in a deep mountain corner somewhere, or simply go to the underground world with this card and find an unknown underground wonderland..."

The man sighed.

His bitter laughter echoed among the numerous tombs.

"But I didn't expect that the truth of the matter is like this...

What did Sun Xuan, the Throat of Death, say?

Will heaven and earth all work together?

Oh, we all work together...

It's not a gift at all, just a grant.

Anyone can have the last name Albert if they want.

It has nothing to do with bloodline or talent..."

As he said that, with a muffled sound, the coffin trembled - it hit the top.

The boots slowly stepped into the open coffin.

Due to the narrowness of the tomb, the boots had to be moved in another direction.

Another muffled sound.

It was the intimate contact of someone's head and the coffin.

Someone cursed and complained: "Hell, couldn't this kid buy a bigger one? If I had known better, I should have left more money for him."

At the end, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Strange, I remember that it was just right to lie down in it..."

Inside the seemingly simple tomb, on the rough stone wall, strings of unknown words emerged one after another.

Elvish, dragon, dwarf, goblin...

Almost every supernatural language appears on these shabby stone walls.

No matter which extraordinary language it is written in, in the end its language points to the same meaning - seal.

A hand poked out from the simple coffin and waved casually.

The last coffin board outside the tomb quietly flew up and slowly entered the tomb.

After a burst of noise, the man's voice seemed much duller.

“When I wanted him to die, you wanted to save him.

My previous guesses were all wrong, so this time, I want him alive.

Even though his soul is no longer there, I still watched him grow up.

Maybe it will work this time..."

A bright golden card quietly illuminates everything around it.

And from this card, an inconspicuous talisman and inscription seemed to be pulled out by an invisible hand.

This talisman inscription seems to have wisdom, and the shape composed of indescribable lines is trying to twist, as if trying to break free and return to the card.

Then, the man said lightly: "Go."

The talisman and inscription was immediately enveloped by a force, emerged from the tomb, and turned into a golden rainbow straight into the clouds.

At first it was just a very thin golden thread, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a beam of light.

The momentum is extraordinary, like a tall building rising from the ground.

Most of the people in Leiden felt something in their hearts and couldn't help but look up.

So, they saw this pillar of light smashing the clouds in the sky arrogantly, and then crashing into everyone's eyes.

"No matter what his last name was before, at least his last name is Albert now..."

The man's voice became muffled.

At the same time, the tomb of the Albert family became vaguely twisted.

Although it is still standing there, if someone observes it at this moment, they always feel that it is just a virtual image, which is particularly unreal.

"I hope that when I wake up, there won't be any more weird families in this world..."

This is the man's last complaint.

After a few breaths, everything returned to normal except for this pillar of light reaching into the sky.

The tomb that looked particularly shabby was still there, but the coffin in it was nowhere to be found.

Of course, no one probably cares about those inconspicuous wooden boards.