Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Above the gray mist, there is the Spirit World Source Castle.

In the ripples of faint light, Klein touched the crimson stars with his spirituality and listened to Miss Justice’s prayer:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please help me tell Mr. World that His Majesty the King is about to deliver a speech to the people across the country on Saturday. They will use the latest technology to ensure that major cities and villages organize people to the squares to let them Everyone heard His Majesty the King's speech..."

Because of "The World's" previous reminder, after learning the corresponding information from his father, "Justice" immediately relayed these things to "The World" through "The Fool" through prayer.

Klein had the "blasphemous card" in his hand - Russell was sitting on an ancient stone throne, with a pure black crown studded with gems on his head. He was covered with armor and a cloak of the same color, holding a Holding the scepter, his eyes looking straight out of the cards are full of majesty.

In the promotion ceremony, it is clearly written: "With the participation of the vast majority of the people, in the corresponding sacrificial ceremonies scattered in different cities, take the magic potion of sequence zero."

This is what George III is planning to do soon!

As expected, after he breathed a sigh of relief, Klein's heart slowly began to hang, as if he was seeing a gallows being gradually erected, with empty rope rings swinging like a pendulum - it is said that In some remote areas, this criminal law has not been abolished.

Klein clicked on the "Black Emperor" on the table and smiled to himself, thinking of the pages and pages of diaries from different places. The fellow who was not serious at all left Klein with too many priceless things. The news can even be said to be the first step for him to gain a foothold here.

If it weren't for Huang Tao, Klein might not even choose "Soothsayer". He might take over from Old Neil and become the new "Secret Peeper"... Who knows? There is no need to think about this now.

Klein has divined Tingen's situation, and everything is fine. He has nothing to worry about. The situation of Dunn and Dai Li is very vague. This is normal for the Red Gloves. They often have "hidden" things on their bodies. shelter.

As for Russell, that historical figure who walked a hundred years ago, the conqueror who lives between the lines, he is almost a friend that Klein has never met—oh, no, it should be said that he has been a neighbor for a long time.

Thinking of the many "travelers" hanging outside that door, Klein put the "blasphemous card" back on the back and no longer looked at Russell Gustave's face with a mustache. I still find this a bit funny, and can't help but wonder what the other "blasphemous cards" would look like.

He said in Chinese: "Lao Huang, if this thing can succeed, I will repay a lot of your favor, right?"

The person at the head of the table was silent for a moment, only the ball of light above the long bronze table was slowly rotating, like an eye without body or emotion.

Its brightness has almost returned to the time when Klein first boarded the gray fog. Seeing its calm state, Klein had to admit that he even felt a little relieved.

Perhaps this is also proof that she is still alive...

Yes, they are all alive, and that is enough. Klein does not hold out any hope for matters beyond this, and separates himself from it. This also allows him to view the positions of both parties more objectively.

Klein thought of the indifferent look on Esther's face before and Adam who had appeared next to her, and he sighed softly in his heart.

Do we really have a choice?

Klein's spirituality touched another ball of light and conveyed a fictional picture. Since he was promoted to "Historian Scholar", this kind of transmission is just a trivial matter that can be completed in a single thought for him on the gray mist. .

The "World" in black robes kneels devoutly in the middle of the painting, bowing his head and praying:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please help me convey a special message to Judgment. I have a very dangerous mission here, so I hope to make an appointment with her to use your venue to discuss it in detail. It can be decided by her. When will we meet? If Ms. Judgment wants other people to participate, she can also inform me and agree on a specific time..."

This was Klein's decision after specifically considering the relationship between "Magician" and "Judgement". Although "Judgement" is still a fringe member of MI9, Klein knows that she is searching for certain people. Matters related to the royal family - between Tarot sessions, the members' interactions and exchanges will always reveal information about themselves unconsciously.

After conveying this news, Klein left the palace above the gray mist. He opened his eyes again and saw the hotel guest room.

This cheap hotel is located in the Bridge District. The simple and unventilated house exudes a musty smell. Even the cold wind in winter cannot dispel this depressing atmosphere. It only makes the bright city of Backlund... , wasting away day by day under the cloud of war.

The two marionettes, two floors apart, were still staying quietly in the room, pretending to be miserable businessmen killing time. The third marionette was attached to the coins in Klein's pocket, saving him the trouble of occupying space. .

A skylark flew down from the top of the wardrobe and landed obediently on the armrest of the easy chair, just within reach of Klein. He raised his right hand as a matter of course and touched the small and thoughtful hand. birds.

Knowns seemed to understand Klein's expression, and could see that there were many complicated thoughts behind the frown. It gently pecked Klein's thumb until Klein spread his palm, allowing it to rest comfortably. inside.

Feeling the gentle and steady heartbeat of the little bird in his palm, Klein's brows gradually widened: "I never expected that the friend who stayed with me the longest would be a little guy like you. Is fate always playing tricks on people like this?"

Knowns turned his head twice and let out a low growl in response. Klein could tell that it was protesting this sentence, and he couldn't help but smile: "Do you have other opinions? Destiny..."

Sometimes it makes people feel lucky, sometimes it makes people feel cruel.

Klein thought so.

But he didn't think about it for too long. Compared with ethereal things, there were more things to do at the moment. If he wanted to ruin an angel's godhood ceremony, then just sitting in an easy chair and being depressed was not enough. .

Placing the bird on the desk, Klein picked up a pen and started writing a letter. There was one more person who needed to know about this matter—a witch.

The blood of extraordinary people from twenty paths has been laid on the gray fog, leaving only "assassins" and "criminals". The tomb of George III has been built. He, or rather his speech, will infect the people and ensure the jump. An important ritual on your way to success.

The witch wants revenge, and Klein wants George III to fail. Of course, he also needs the ritual of talking to "Mr. Door".

Klein wrote all the contents briefly on paper. He did not leave a name. He believed that the other party would know who the source of the letter was. After all, the messenger responsible for delivering the letter was very unique. No one would forget Reinette Tinichole. Characteristics of the four heads.

Klein played the adventurer's harmonica that solidified the ritual of summoning creatures from the spiritual world. It made no sound, but allowed the messenger who accepted the summons to come out of the spiritual world.

But today, the messenger lady was carrying more than four of her own heads. All four of her heads were squeezed into her left hand. Her right hand was holding a handful of translucent thin wings. At the bottom of the wings was a round-headed and round-bellied bird. Bugs look a lot like bees.

Klein couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, what is going on?

Before he asked, Reinette let go of her right hand, letting the dying bee roll to the ground, and a small figure suddenly pounced on it——

"Norns, stop!"

I'm coming……