Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Sota? Oh, Sota! Hey, dog, look at what a good name that cultured lunatic gave you! Anyway, whether you like it or not, from now on, your name is Sota!"

The Seven of Hearts was chattering with great emotion, and it was unclear whether she was really congratulating or being sarcastic, but she was rubbing the dog's head and laughing foolishly. Then he simply picked up some crumbs from the ground, and with a clanking sound, he made a crooked dog chain and a poorly made dog tag, and couldn't wait to put them on the big white dog.

"Sota!"

"Wang!"

This big white three-legged dog - now it should be called Sota - seemed very human-like and very excited. It barked and jumped around the crowd several times.

"Sota, come back!"

"Wang!"

At the call of the Seven of Hearts, Sota came back obediently and wandered back and forth at his feet.

"Sota, sit down."

The big white dog then sat obediently in front of the Seven of Hearts, sticking out its tongue foolishly.

"Sota, stand."

The big white dog immediately stood up on three legs, with its head directly at the buttocks of the Seven of Hearts.

"Sota, call."

"Wang!"

"Sota, shake hands."

Sota was stunned for a moment. He looked at his only left forelimb and couldn't figure out how to stand steadily with all his forelimbs stretched out. His little eyes were filled with confusion and his CPU was about to burn out.

This helpless performance made the Seven of Hearts laugh. Apparently, the Seven of Hearts was no longer satisfied with humans, demigods, or angels, and even dogs and extraordinary objects were not spared.

Seeing that the Seven of Hearts and Sota were having a lot of fun, it seemed that the current Sota had lost the attribute of "forcing people to sit on a chair within one meter", but Klein felt that it should still have the ability to "make people fall into endless thinking", retaining some of the characteristics of extraordinary items.

The tower now no longer looks like a "chair"... Perhaps sitting on its back will put you into deep thought, just like sitting on that chair?

While Klein was thinking, Sota, who was gradually getting happier, let himself go and chased after the Seven of Hearts. The snow-white figure accidentally bumped into Fors. Fors didn't have the athletic ability of the others, so she stumbled and fell on Sota's back.

But her screams stopped abruptly, and then she sat up, adjusted to a familiar posture, and sat on the dog's back to think.

Sota was also stunned by the collision. After calming down, he noticed the added weight on his back, which made his three legs a little tired, so he retracted his only front leg, lowered his head, and fell to the ground in a forward position. Then Fors, who lost his balance, rolled off Sota's dog head and fell to the ground.

The Seven of Hearts could no longer hold back, and without thinking of her own character setting as a "beautiful adventurer", she clapped her legs and laughed out loud.

...This Seven of Hearts must have deliberately guided Sota to hit Fors!

You actually want to know if riding on the back of a sota can force you to think, right? !

Ignoring the Seven of Hearts' childish behavior, Klein continued to ponder the hat on his head and the iron fly swatter in his hand.

Judging from the battle just now, these things refreshed from the hat must have some effect. The Seven of Hearts, who was hit, suddenly vomited non-stop, and this effect lasted for about five minutes. Klein temporarily believed that the effect of these things was to add a negative state to people, such as vomiting, but he didn't know whether the extraordinary effects of the items themselves would change after refreshing the equipment from the hat, and whether it would bring other negative states to the victims besides vomiting.

Without the ability to divine, Klein felt uncomfortable looking at the hat, so he simply stopped looking at it, put away his phone, stood up, and walked around. He found that although this place was very treacherous and dangerous, there were also many good things. Crisis and opportunities coexisted, so cleaning the battlefield and counting the spoils became the part that Klein looked forward to the most.

As for the [Slipping Banana Peel] that the Seven of Hearts just threw out... er... just give it back to him...

Klein returned to where he was just now. He was still thinking about the pollution on his body.

The lemon cake billboard was now shattered to the ground, and the extraordinary baseball bat was still lying next to it. The thought and escape just now happened too suddenly, so Klein threw it away subconsciously.

Adhering to the principle of thrift and frugality, Klein decided to take the baseball bat on the road.

After all, it is an extraordinary item. Thinking of this, he squatted down, picked up the baseball bat, and stared at the fragments of the billboard to continue his unfinished thinking.

What he was sure of now was that he had indeed suffered some secret and serious pollution, which might be one of the reasons for his abnormal mental state. At the same time, he believed that the pollution of his existence was not the same as the pollution of the furniture city.

"Old Madman"...

Klein remembered the name Melissa had mentioned.

Melissa called him a "secret ally," but Klein had serious doubts about this. If the contamination on him came from the authority of this "old madman," then according to the information on the blasphemous A4 paper, the cookies representing the "old madman" could not be perfectly stuffed into the remaining iron boxes. At present, it even seemed that these cookies came from his own iron box, and they were disguised very well, like a soft cookie. He could always squeeze it into the iron box representing himself, and even he was fooled.

Since this soft cookie doesn't fit into any of the twenty-two boxes...

Klein looked up at the distorted ceiling and suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

Could it be that the “Old Madman” represents Him… who came from the starry sky!?

This made Klein's sense of crisis peak.

If this inference is correct, it means that both his resurrection plan and the Tarot Club's restoration plan have been secretly contaminated and interfered with by foreign gods!

He thought about it, raising the baseball bat to his shoulder.

Then this plan...then can the so-called "me" of the past still be trusted! ?

Things were too confusing, and some things were too dangerous. Klein wasn't sure if continuing to investigate would attract unnecessary attention. He had paid a lot of attention to this since he woke up. He even tried not to keep the objects made of gray fog alive for too long, for fear that the aura of the gray fog would leak out from around him and cause some trouble.

So he was about to get up and search somewhere else, but as he moved, the baseball bat on his shoulder gently hit the back of his head.

Klein felt his consciousness fade away instantly, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

He immediately fell into a sweet baby-like sleep.