Indescribable tarot cards

[Abnormality point consumption, generation ability]

Although Aaron still doesn't know how to advance, it doesn't stop him from knowing how to show off!

From Sartre's mouth, he learned that it seemed that when he consumed the ability to generate abnormal smell points, the aura and fluctuations emitted by them would be mistaken for advancement.

Isn't this easy to handle?

When it comes to touching porcelain, he is a professional!

Others don't know that he has a system or that he is generating abilities through the system.

Moreover, Bals was indeed stimulating him, and he did advance in front of Bals. At the same time, he did fail to advance.

When the time comes, he will slam the shit basin on the Lord of Bars again, saying that the Lord of Bars did it intentionally and deliberately interrupted his advancement.

Of course, this cannot pose a substantial threat to Baars, but this gives him enough reason!

As long as there is a little operation, this matter may not be able to cause a big problem...

Since Bals didn't want to tell him the information about the original owner's family, Aaron forced him to speak!

A person who can make a gold-level powerhouse keep secret, and also involves Aaron's personal advancement path, this kind of information is bound to be obtained by him.

Advancement is not a treat. God knows whether this news will affect his wealth and life.

Moreover, judging from Bales' performance, I'm afraid this piece of information is really crucial.

However, Aaron, who had healed his scar and forgot about the pain, seemed to have forgotten where his peculiarity came from...

Almost at the moment when the system generated the power, Aaron's vision went dark, and a rich darkness enveloped him.

Then, he heard a faint sound.

In the endless black, he saw a bright red handprint, then a second, a third...

The handprints gradually moved closer to him, as if an invisible hand was walking towards him.

He was invisible, and Aaron could not see Him, but he could clearly feel His approach.

Aaron lowered his head subconsciously, and what he saw was still darkness. It was as if he had lost his body at this moment, or his vision had been completely occupied by that palm print.

As the palm print got closer, he heard the faint sound of chewing, from far to near, from small to loud.

A chill came to Aaron's heart. Although he had already been in close contact with Him and was even "kindly" patted on the shoulder by Him, when he sensed Him again, he still fell into inexplicable fear.

Countless distracting thoughts hit his mind, and a huge amount of information surged and clamored in his ears.

Memories of the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and again and again, details that he had not noticed in the past were now fully visible.

However, this kind of memory is not a good thing for him. The excessive memory images give him a splitting headache. With his current ability, he simply cannot store so much information.

The memory image filled his entire field of vision, even the line of bloody handprints was obscured.

However, endless noises emerged from the fragmented memory pictures. In an instant, countless human voices emerged from the pictures, and countless human hands stretched out from the memory pictures.

The massive number of hands almost overwhelmed Aaron. They grabbed Aaron gently, but the next moment they pulled him suddenly!

Severe pain!

It was as if the body was to be torn into countless pieces.

But Aaron was unable to shout. His whole mind was immersed in the ocean of information and he could not extricate himself.

In the real world, Alice only felt that an unimaginable cult aura erupted from Aaron's body.

The smell was so strong that it reminded her of the weird chewing sounds in the sewer, and she almost thought it was the indescribable existence coming again.

She subconsciously looked at Aaron, but she only saw that his face was livid, his veins were exposed, and a pair of clear handprints appeared on his neck, which were rich and red, as if he would bleed in the next second.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. All sounds were pushed back into his body by the bloody handprint.

As this cult aura erupted, a ripple appeared on the calm lake in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion, quickly spreading towards the surroundings.

Many ordinary people haven't noticed anything yet, but it's not just ordinary people present.

Dozens of pairs of eyes of all the nobles present raised their heads at this moment, looking somewhere on the second floor.

All the voices fell silent, and only the soothing sound of the orchestra echoed in the hall.

The belated musician glanced at the second floor, a smile appeared on his lips, and then he cleared his throat.

As one of the parties involved, Bars was also stunned on the spot, with a trace of panic flashing in his eyes, but then he calmed down, folded his hands, stepped back and watched what happened.

Garcia also felt a strong cult atmosphere, and his face showed a rare look of astonishment.

He originally didn't want to take on this protection task, but the reward given by President Daigos was too much.

However, although he was prepared beforehand, he never thought that he would actually have to protect a cultist?

What's even more outrageous is that this cultist actually has a fiancée from the Iris family?

Unconsciously, the goblet in his hand was once again covered with a thick layer of frost, and the ground beneath his feet began to slowly freeze.

Garcia looked at Bars, ready to take action at any time.

Since he has received a commission, no matter who he protects, he must complete the commission.

However, the next moment, a large amount of cult aura quickly gathered and poured into Aaron's body. The next second, the cult aura suddenly disappeared.

Everything was calm, as if this breath had never appeared before.

With a long sigh, Aaron barely regained his consciousness and began to breathe heavily.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Aaron is actually a cultist." Bals said with a sneer.

As he spoke, magical inscriptions began to appear on his metal prosthetic body, and restless flames began to restless in his palms.

Alice lowered her head and glanced at Aaron, pursed her lips with a complicated expression, and finally sighed softly and slowly stood in front of Aaron.

She has been in contact with Aaron in the past few days. If he was going to be contaminated by the aura of the cult, he should have become a cultist long ago.

Moreover, Master Sart also specially held an identification ceremony for a few of them to confirm that they were not contaminated by the aura of the cult.

Although she didn't know where Aaron's cult aura came from, she knew that he was definitely not a cultist.

"Miss Alice, are you sure you want to protect a cultist?"

Bars was sure of victory at this time, and his attitude became a little arrogant, and he looked at Alice condescendingly.

"He is not a cultist." Alice's arms began to glow with silvery white light, and she stared at Bals unwilling to be outdone.

"Then please, Miss Alice, explain why he has such a strong cult aura?"

"I..." Alice was speechless.

In any case, she really couldn't explain the source of this cult atmosphere.

Aaron coughed a few times, regained his composure, and looked towards the corridor entrance intentionally or unintentionally.

There were already a lot of messy footsteps there.

Because the aura of the cult disappeared in a flash, no extraordinary person directly used their abilities, and they all walked up with great etiquette.

His somewhat dull mind was spinning hard, and soon, a new plan came to mind.

A smile that made Bales uneasy appeared again on Aaron's face. He had seen this smile many times.

"Let me explain it, but Lord Bars, are you sure you want me to explain it?"