The full-body mirror’s silver light turned brisk, forming a new sentence:
“Great Master, what other instructions do you have for me?”
After careful consideration, Klein believed that leaving this matter to Arrodes was for the best. After all, no one could monitor Dr. Aaron’s residence twenty-four hours a day. And what Klein needed to do was to switch residences at the end of the month to turn on the radio transceiver once.
“Alright, Master~” The words on the mirror reflected Arrodes’s mood. “I have a question.”
“Speak.” Klein nodded, giving permission.
This time, the sentence Arrodes presented were filled with pauses as though it was very hesitant.
“Great Master, what relationship does that child have with you?”
It seemed to be puzzled why a supreme ruler above the spirit world would pay so much attention to a yet-to-be-born infant.
About being Will Auceptin’s godfather, it was just a casual thought. He didn’t have much confidence about that or dare to force it, afraid that he would annoy the Snake of Fate.
“Only friends…” Arrodes revealed an inexplicable sense of disappointment in its words. “Great Master, you can ask a question.”
Klein thought for a moment before saying, “Do you know who the person I met at the East Balam Military Veterans Mess is?
“If you aren’t sure who I’m referring to, I can draw him for you.”
In the dark and deep mirror, aqueous light surfaced, producing a cold and bearded man with dark blue eyes. It was none other than the demigod Klein suspected to be of the Black Emperor pathway.
Meanwhile, the corresponding text appeared beneath the “picture.”
“He’s Brigadier General Qonas Kilgor. He’s from MI9 and is a deputy director. He’s known to be a Sequence 5 from the Lawyer pathway, but he wields a powerful Sealed Artifact.”
The only reliable idea he had was to rely on Miss Justice to do some gathering of information. Not only was her standing high, she also had the social connections to obtain the relevant information. Furthermore, she was a Sequence 6 of the Spectator pathway. She could steer topics of conversation without garnering any suspicion, allowing her to complete her observation stealthily.
At this moment, the light from the mirror’s surface faded and formed a new sentence:
“Great Master, do you wish to know the mastermind behind Cuarón’s suicide?”
“Yes.”
The full-body mirror produced a silver line of text:
“Royal family’s consultant, Hvin Rambis, one of the councillors of the Psychology Alchemists.”
He found it difficult to determine what the Psychology Alchemists were plotting, or if a particular faction of the royal family was dissatisfied with the current political climate and was attempting to “nudge” it.
If anyone else had asked such a question, Klein believed that Arrodes would smite them with lightning or use another malicious method to tease them. However, he believed that, as a supreme ruler above the spirit world, he had the right to ask such a question. It was also an opportunity to test Arrodes’s bottom line.
The silver light on the full-body mirror’s surface transformed into another new line without any hesitation:
“Great Master, Amon is already in Backlund as you expected.
“As it’s ‘His’ avatar that came, I can see it.”
“I’m aware.
“Alright. That’s it for today. I’ll summon you again using the radio transceiver if I come across any more questions.”
“Yes, Master, your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, is constantly awaiting your orders! Goodbye~” The mirror’s surface depicted an emoticon of waving a handkerchief.
Klein watched in silence until everything was restored to normal.
On the second day, which was a Monday. He had already made preparations to head to the Southern Continent. Apart from the luggage that contained two sets of clothes, 500 pounds, and some miscellaneous clothing that was meant for show, he threw the remaining 12,125 pounds and 87 gold coins above the gray fog.
The reason why he was so careful was because Klein had a deep impression on his last death and resurrection. If he hadn’t had an anonymous account with a few hundred pounds from Miss Justice, he had no idea how long he had to wander the streets. Perhaps he had to really get a job at the circus to be a clown, or he’d have to head to a certain gangster leader’s place to “borrow” some money.
Seeing that it was almost three, Klein headed up above the gray fog, prepared to have this week’s Tarot Gathering.
He had previously done a divination here, and he received the conclusion that, unless they were in the same building, Blasphemer Amon was unable to detect a Tarot Club member being pulled up into the mysterious space above the gray fog.
Before long, dark red beams shot up in the grand palace, materializing into blurry figures.
Having confirmed that she was restarting her psychology lessons this week and having reestablished contact with the Psychology Alchemists, Audrey looked towards the end of the long bronze table in a relatively good mood. She stood up, raised the corners of her skirt, and bowed.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~”
Opposite her, The Hanged Man also got up and bowed, but he had another question on his mind.
He had originally promised The World Gehrman Sparrow that he would give him the mystical item made from the Ocean Songster Beyonder characteristic last week. But to his dismay, something happened to the Artisan, preventing him from handing it over in time.
With regards to this, Alger planned on explaining the reason to The World at the Tarot Gathering before personally taking action to resolve the problems of the Artisan.
After the bow and exchanging greetings, Cattleya was just about to say something when she saw Mr. Fool rap the edges of the mottled table.
This dull knock made all the Tarot Club members tense up. They had no idea what Mr. Fool was about to say.
The Fool Klein surveyed the area and said with a smile, “Amon recently came to Backlund. An avatar.”
Be it parasitizing the former team captain, asking “are you looking for me?” or coiling around his Spirit Body like a snake, Amon with his pointed hat was a nightmare he couldn’t shirk away from.
One had to know that, as a resident of the City of Silver, Derrick had seen plenty of terrifying monsters. Only a few could make him feel uneasy and fearful just from a mere recollection.
“Honorable Mr. Fool, can I think of a way to inform the Church of this matter?”
