Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Your words shame me."

Alger, the Hanged Man, was stunned for two seconds, put his hand on his chest, leaned forward slightly and said.

Hmm. Miss Justice’s words made everyone ashamed, but Klein himself didn’t think about this, right? Just keep silent. At this moment, silence is golden!

Renekton, who was sitting lazily on the high-backed chair, was thinking complicatedly.

Audrey pursed her lips lightly, considered her tone and said:

"The Apostle of Desire used a special scene to detonate the intense emotions and desires in Duke Negan to complete the assassination. At the cost of serious injuries, the picture showed success and sneaked into the sewer."

"By the time the Nighthawks caught up with him, he was already dead. There was also the Black Emperor and a man whose identity was vague and unidentifiable."

Having said this, Audrey looked at Renekton, who had just said that he had the characteristics of the Apostle of Desire, with suspicious eyes. After a slight pause in his tone, he continued:

"Their goal is not to silence them, but to the organization that entrusted the Apostle of Desire."

That organization? While Alger, the Hanged Man, was wondering to himself, he turned to look at Mr. Fool at the top of the long bronze table.

Klein, shrouded in gray fog, silently praised Miss Justice, and then reminded him with a casual gesture:

"Don't mention that organization's name in any way to the outside world, and try to think about it as little as possible."

"Why?" Audrey blurted out slightly confused.

Klein leaned back against a cup and said in a calm tone:

“Whatever is said shall be known!”

Let him pretend. Renekton muttered silently in his heart.

Whatever you say must be known as righteous. Audrey subconsciously looked at Mr. Fool, feeling that the other man's blurred eyes seemed to be emphasizing something.

What an extremely secretive and dignified organization! To a certain extent, it is even more terrifying than the Church of the Seven Gods. Even such a secret organization, Mr. Fool, and we, the Tarot Society, are still pursuing their traces.

The thoughts in Audrey's mind gradually dispersed. She felt that she understood a lot of things at once. She straightened her back and straightened her posture and said:

"I obey your instructions."

Anyone who says anything will be told about a secret organization whose name cannot even be mentioned? .The Hanged Man, Alger, who had all kinds of speculations in his mind, nodded slightly, feeling both shocked and excited.

He really wanted to ask Mr. Fool some relevant questions now, but thinking that he hadn't collected Russell's diary recently, he just suppressed his excitement for the time being.

Magician Forsi was a little confused. This matter seemed completely different from what she had learned about in the newspaper.

She subconsciously looked at the only person she knew, White Tarekton. He should know something. Maybe the vague and unidentifiable man in Miss Justice's mouth was him. Well, wait for the Tarot Club to end and find a chance. Just to ask.

Derrick, the little sun sitting next to Renekton, didn't understand these things at all and didn't care much.

He sat quietly and reservedly, in sharp contrast to Renekton, who had a lazy and relaxed posture next to him.

After waiting for the rest of the people to finish their exchange, and after waiting for a few seconds and seeing no one speaking, Little Sun Derrick adjusted his sitting posture and said:

"I have been assigned an exploration mission."

"Where to explore? Or the half-ruined temple?" Alger, the Hanged Man, asked speculatively.

"Yes, it's still the half-destroyed Temple of the True Creator. This time the exploration team is led by the chief himself."

Derrick replied in a not serious voice.

"This should be your chief's investigation of you. At the same time, he wants to use our Tarot Society and the power of Mr. Fool to complete this exploration."

"On this exploration mission, you just need to behave normally. Remember to ask for help when you encounter difficulties or danger. This is the main reason why your chief wants to take you with him."

Alger, the Hanged Man, deliberately added our Tarot Society in his words.

Mr. Hanged Man is really experienced. Little Sun Derrick admired in his heart, and then asked:

"What else should I pay attention to?"

Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the top of the long bronze table and watching quietly, spoke:

"Flesh and blood, gibbering."

Klein behaved like a big shot, and the rest was left to Mr. Hanged Man, the patriarch of the Tarot Society, to interpret the rest.

After thinking seriously for a few seconds, the Hanged Man said to Little Sun:

"To be specific, don't look at things you shouldn't see, listen to things you shouldn't hear, eat things you shouldn't eat, and touch things you shouldn't touch."

"What things fall into this category?" Little Sun Derrick asked in confusion.

"After entering the temple, everything is there!"

"Then how should I explore?" Derrick became even more confused.

The Hanged Man let out a laugh as expected:

"Aren't there other team members? Isn't there also your chief?"

He has quite the style of Mr. Hanged Man. An honest child like Little Taiyang cannot be left to him!

Renekton muttered to himself, turned to the silent little sun Derrick and said:

"Just listen to your chief's orders. He has enough experience and will be responsible for each member of your exploration team."

"I understand, thank you, Mr. White Tower, and thank you, Mr. Hanged Man."

Derrick the Little Sun felt much more relaxed and expressed his gratitude to Renekton and Alger the Hanged Man in a very serious manner.

Alger, the Hanged Man, sighed helplessly to himself. The character shown by the sun could only go so far.

He exhaled, turned to look at Justice Audrey opposite and said:

"Miss Justice, I want to know the changes in Backlund's political situation after the death of Duke Negan."

Audrey recalled the news she had heard recently, either directly or indirectly, and organized the following words:

"The death of Duke Negan caused a split in the House of Lords. Although his eldest son inherited the title, his own prestige was not enough to quell the disputes."

"Nearly ten members of the House of Lords have jointly proposed that newly-titled nobles also have the opportunity to obtain fixed seats."

After listening to Audrey's story, Alger the Hanged Man chuckled:

"Don't those nobles whose families have a certain history despise this kind of guy who obtained the imperial title through abnormal means? Their fixed seat in the House of Lords is their greatest pride."

Ignoring the inadvertent sarcasm in the Hanged Man's words, Justice Audrey explained calmly:

"When you have tens of thousands of pounds, hundreds of thousands of pounds, or even more debt, you will make the same choice,"

"After all, not every noble is a big banker, and not every heir to a noble title has outstanding abilities."

"The daily expenses of many nobles are not directly proportional to their earning power."

Renekton leaned on the back of his chair and said in a leisurely tone.

What's more, Adam has been planning this situation for thousands of years.

Audrey showed a helpless smile. She knew only too well how far the nobles would go to maintain their so-called respectability.

After a slight pause, she continued:

"The dispute in the House of Lords has put many bills on hold, including but not limited to matters such as increasing workers' compensation, improving working hours, and revising the Poor Law. However, the unified examination for government employees is still progressing steadily, and the investigation of Backlund's air pollution It’s also continuing to deepen.”

"There will be no war in a short time." The Hanged Man whispered.

"War? If nothing else happens, the arrival of war won't be long."

Renekton sighed, but did not lower his voice.

"Why?" The Hanged Man looked at Renekton with some confusion. Other members of the Tarot Society also looked over curiously, including Little Sun, who didn't care much about external things.

He had only seen descriptions of war in textbooks. He only knew that it was a very grand scene and that many people would participate and die. It was a very cruel thing.

"This is the wave of the times. It is something that the Seven Gods have tacitly approved and promoted, and it is also a preparation for the future."

Renekton said something in a contemplative tone, and then he immersed himself in it and stopped explaining too much.

The wave of the times? The acquiescence and promotion of the Seven Gods? How can this be! Alger, the Hanged Man, subconsciously looked at the top of the long bronze table and Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray mist.

Shrouded in gray fog, he couldn't clearly see Mr. Fool's expression and demeanor, but the other party's attitude of neither affirming nor denying could explain a lot of problems.

"Is there really going to be a war in the near future? Why will the war break out? What are the attitudes of the Seven Gods?"

One question after another popped up in Alger's mind. I also need to make some preparations. At least, when war comes, I still have a way out.

War: Is this the result that the organization behind the Apostles of Desire wants? Is this also their real purpose in assassinating Duke Negan? But it's still far from the point where a war will break out. Will the organization take action in the future?

Audrey also looked at Mr. Fool at the top of the long bronze table. Seeing that blurry figure that seemed to be eternal, Audrey felt much more at ease.

Even if that organization takes action later, our Tarot Society and Mr. Fool will definitely be able to stop it.

war? Just kidding!

Magician Forsi only felt confused. She felt that although there were many bad things in today's society, they were far from enough to lead to the outbreak of war.

The scene was silent for a while. Klein, who was worried that staying in the bathroom for too long would arouse suspicion, announced the end of the tarot session.