Indescribable tarot cards

"I know your identity."

Andem spoke and emphasized again.

Unconsciously, his voice became harsh.

This inexplicable sound is exactly the aura of the cult. To be precise, it is the emotions and desires activated by the aura of the cult.

What the cult atmosphere is best at is stoking people's desires on certain occasions, in certain places, and in certain events.

As a student of an extraordinary mage, he naturally realized this after calming down.

The blackened Andem chuckled: "Of course, I am you, Andem. Even if you know my identity, what will happen?"

Andem was silent again.

Yes, even if you know this, what can you do?

A considerable number of those fallen people actually know this, but...

What can be done?

There are many people who are willing to fall for themselves.

For the fallen, the most important thing is not the aura of the cult, but the reason why they are willing to fall.

The aura of cult is just endlessly magnifying the dark side of oneself.

The real lobbyist is still yourself.

The more cult aura one is tainted with, the greater the influence it will receive, the easier it will be to be noticed by those who cannot be named, and the easier it will be to indulge one's own desires and become an outlier.

They just end up being the slaves of a certain desire or obsession.

There are only categories of fallen and unfallen.

Andem had never seen or heard of anyone emerging from a fallen state.

In other words, there are only zero and countless falls.

But right now, for Andem, it doesn't matter whether he knows it's a cult aura or not.

The key is that in front of him, there is such an opportunity quietly placed - an opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

If you don’t take it now, it will be difficult to tell later.

After all, for the Kingdom of Algrant, the extraordinary card of this first mage must be of special use.

At least, it won't be kept by a Silver-level transcendent.

This is not a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy.

Upright and aboveboard.

If Andem doesn't absorb the old man's extraordinary card at this time, then there will probably be no chance in the future...

In front of individuals, the kingdom is just a ruthless and cold state machine, condescending and crushing all the roadblocks that try to block it.

In the Kingdom of Agrant, the will of Agrant III is the will of the kingdom.

In front of Andem, there seemed to be two choices: absorb, or not absorb.

But in fact, is it really true?

Can he really have a second option?

"I……"

Andem raised his head and looked at the old man's calm face.

There was no pain, no ferocity, just like a deep sleep.

"Andem..."

The blackened voice wanted to continue to persuade, but was interrupted by Andem's violent shout: "Shut up!"

"Teacher, is that really what you think?" Andem stared at Tu Antiwan's face and said, but seemed to be talking to himself, "Or is that just my wishful thinking..."

The surrounding light became increasingly dim, and it was almost impossible to see anything in the room.

Everything turned into heavy black silhouettes.

Darkness rolls, and ink spreads.

In a daze, someone seemed to be laughing in a low voice.

The laughter was like cheering, celebrating, and urging.

After much hesitation, Andem finally reached out to the teacher hesitantly.

The low laughter gradually grew louder and louder as his fingers advanced.

By the end, even the whole room was filled with inexplicable laughter.

The old man sat upright in his wheelchair, like a statue.

However, at this moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Andem just helped Tu Antiwan tidy up the blanket on his lap seriously, and didn't do anything else.

"What are you doing, Andem?"

Blackened Andem asked in confusion.

"As you can see." Andem said as he stood up slowly.

It was extremely difficult for him to get up, as if he was carrying some kind of ethereal weight, and he was trying to straighten his back against the darkness pressing on his head.

Andem's expression remained normal, but all the muscles in his body were tightening contrary to common sense.

Every time he stood up an inch, he could faintly hear an explosion.

It seemed that his whole body was whining and trembling, but Andem ignored it and still stood up with difficulty and determination.

However, precisely because of his getting up, the almost invisible darkness in the room turned from thick to light, as if the color had been sucked away by invisible force.

Not only did the laughter disappear, but some kind of wailing could even be heard faintly.

The dim magic crystal lamp finally regained its brightness again.

The lights are on and the light is back.

All the darkness retreated unwillingly into its own shadows, or returned to corners where light could not reach.

"Why, Andem!?" Blackened Andem roared in an almost roaring tone, "Why do you want to give up this opportunity! We only have this one chance!"

"But the teacher didn't say that."

"As long as you can get this extraordinary card, you can become the number one mage of Algrant! Andem!"

"But the teacher didn't say that."

"As long as you make up your mind, you can save the teacher's mage tower. Do you want the teacher's tower to fall into the hands of others?"

"But the teacher didn't say that!"

Repeated three times, the sound changes from weak to strong.

"I believe the teacher!"

The last sentence, the words are sonorous.

Although I don't know what the teacher is doing, I believe in the teacher.

I believe the teacher will solve his problem.

I believe the teacher will solve the problem of the mage tower.

I believe the teacher will solve my problem.

Even if he is dead, I still believe.

He would not die so easily, nor would he leave his students so casually!

Until then, I just have to wait.

"Andem, do you know what you are doing? You are crazy!"

Andem responded seriously: "No, I'm just more awake than you."

What is he afraid of?

It was nothing more than the death of the teacher and the capture of the mage tower.

But can this be stopped for him?

Death is a certain fate, and death follows birth.

The Mage Tower was taken away, that was the will of the country.

Even if Andem absorbed the teacher's power and forcibly saved the mage tower, it would be the teacher's will, not his own.

In fact, Andem knew.

In the face of the will of the country, he, a small individual, is definitely not strong enough to make him take a second look.

If the teacher insists on keeping the mage tower, he will explain it to himself.

But the teacher didn't.

Andem finally chose to believe in his own judgment and the teacher!

At this time, there was finally a knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

It was unhurried, as if reminding Andem.

Andem was startled, turned around subconsciously, and couldn't help but froze...