Mystery: Chaos Path

“Definitely, even if you don't cook well, as a qualified male mother, Saslier will be happy, after all, it's a child's good intentions.” Roland said at this time, his tone undisguisedly coaxing: “So follow me to learn how to cook, Little Red!”

Medici was silent for half a second, then curled his lips and said, “Okay, I want to see what kind of dishes you, who never enter the kitchen, can make!”

“Wait, what's going on with Russian cuisine?” Klein next to him asked the question of the soul at this time, but obviously after this period of explosive gossip series, he was no longer as "startled" as before. Now Klein feels that he is terribly strong and is no longer afraid of any gossip.

“Hey, don't you know? The ancient Sun God, that is, the Creator of Silver City, was also a person of our time!” Roland looked at Klein suspiciously, “I thought you had already guessed it.”

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“I did have some guesses, but I didn't expect it to be like this.” Hearing this information, Klein was not surprised.

He didn't know that the Creator of Silver City was also a survivor of the Old Days, but Klein had already guessed it, after all, the name "Adam" was too obvious. With "Lucifer" as a precedent, it's really hard not to associate it.

In addition, the matter of change, and the thoughts he vaguely revealed when discussing the draft with Medici yesterday, made Klein guess the fellow villager status of the Creator of Silver City.

It was only now that it was completely confirmed.

“Our traversers are really full of talents…” Klein recalled all the traversers he knew. Except for himself and Jack in front of him, the others basically reached the level of angels, which made people sigh that their traversers are really too strong.

“It may just be a survivor bias, after all, weak traversers cannot leave their names in history.” Roland said with a smile.

Klein was stunned for a moment and couldn't help nodding, admitting that Roland was right.

Roland finished drinking the porridge in the bowl, and then thought of something again, and said, "By the way, what did you want to do when you looked at me just now?"

After being interrupted by Medici, he almost forgot about Klein's initial gaze.

In fact, let alone Roland, Klein himself almost forgot. After being reminded, he quickly said, “It's nothing.”

Before, looking at Roland was just Klein's subconscious thought of the new Tarot Society member recommended by Roland yesterday, but now Klein is not sure who is praying, so naturally he doesn't intend to say anything.

Klein quickly finished his breakfast, returned to his room, and then came to the gray fog above.

The palace above the gray fog is as mysterious as ever. Klein's eyes swept over and locked on the object of this prayer, a lady.

The other party did not chant the name of the Fool, but the crystal ball in her hand was very similar to the one that Little Sun once owned. This similarity is not a similarity in appearance, but a similarity in feeling.

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Klein actually knows this lady. When Justice Audrey recommended new members, she had privately described the characteristics of Hugh and Fors to Mr. Fool, and the lady holding the crystal ball in front of her looks perfectly like Miss Fors described by Miss Justice.

Klein almost subconsciously thought of the conversation with Roland last night, so he did not rush to deal with this prayer, but first went down the gray fog and found Roland and Medici who seemed to be about to go out.

“Sherlock, I'm going out to buy ingredients, is there anything you need me to bring?” Roland said happily, after all, if things go smoothly, maybe he can gain a chef who is good at multi-line dishes in the future.

“Bring me a glass of sweet iced tea?” Klein subconsciously responded.

“Okay, sweet iced tea plus Disi pie, right?” Roland made an OK gesture and asked, “So what do you want to talk to me about?”

“There's something I want to talk about alone.” Klein nodded.

Roland raised his eyebrows, observed Klein's subtle expression, and immediately had a guess about what happened.

He then gestured to Medici next to him, asked the other party to wait a moment, and took Klein to the study.

“Fors prayed to you?” As soon as he closed the door of the study, Roland asked bluntly.

“So you really did something?” The words Klein originally wanted to say died in his stomach, and he almost subconsciously asked.

“What are you thinking? I didn't do anything, it's just that you behaved too obviously, I guessed it.” Roland waved his hand, then asked with interest: “How did she pray?”

Klein immediately briefly introduced Fors's situation.

“Crystal ball…” Roland raised his eyebrows, feeling both expected and unexpected. He guessed that Fors would join the club, but he didn't expect it to be through the crystal ball.

“What a stiff way to push the plot, the lifeline of this world is probably a computer…” Roland couldn't help but complain in his heart, deciding to find out what was going on with this matter later, and then he looked at Klein and said, “Then are you going to respond to her prayer?”

“…I plan to, but the result depends on Miss Fors's own wishes.” Klein nodded.

Because of Miss Justice's recommendation, Miss Fors was originally a reserve member of the Tarot Society he was investigating, and now it is almost confirmed that she really has a relationship with them, then it is not impossible to bring the other party into the club.

Of course, Klein respects other people's opinions, and he will not force it if Fors is unwilling.

“Then what are you waiting for? Go, go!” Roland waved his hand, not hiding his expectations at all.

“So what exactly are you planning to do?” Klein asked the question of the soul again.

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“It's nothing, I'm just going to urge the manuscript online, I'm a loyal fan of Fors.” Roland blinked, fully displaying the art of language, and said: “Do you understand the anger of a book fan who meets a pigeon spirit?”

Klein stalled for a moment, obviously not expecting to get such a result, and it seemed that what the other party said was true.

Klein then recalled those readers who did everything they could to urge updates before "transmigration", including sending blades, blocking the door offline because they were dissatisfied with the ending, and even recognizing the author on the street and then ganging up on him.

Klein then recalled Roland's usual behavior, and he suddenly understood, but he couldn't help but feel worried about Miss Fors.

After thinking about it, Klein euphemistically reminded: “Normal urging is okay, but after all, that's a lady…”

“Don't worry, I definitely won't single kill her offline. If I wanted to do that, I would have done it long ago.” Roland waved his hand and said seriously: “I just want to customize some texts, but it's not good to come forward directly.”

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and didn't ask anything else.

So Roland continued to go out to buy ingredients, and Mr. Fool came to the gray fog again and responded to Fors's prayer.

“Crack — —”

So Fors, who was playing with the crystal ball on the sofa, suddenly saw the crystal ball in her hand crack with a click, and then her eyes blurred, and the next second she saw the boundless gray fog and a magnificent and mysterious palace.

Fors: ? ? ?

Fors: ! ! !

Where is this?