People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Tingen, Daffodil Street 2.

Klein Moretti opened his eyes suddenly.

He could feel a sudden buzzing whisper in his ears, making his head dizzy for a few seconds.

"Someone is praying to me."

He realized this and looked out the window, where the crimson moonlight still enveloped the earth.

"So late, is it Justice, the Hanged Man, or the newly joined Sun?"

He stood up, put on some clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Taking four steps backward, he arrived above the gray mist.

The crimson stars were still there, but the ones twinkling were not the three he was familiar with.

"New people?"

Klein frowned, letting his spirituality spread, and touched the crimson mass.

But it was different from every time before. Through the link of the crimson stars, he did not see any pictures, only endless darkness, and in the darkness, a voice sounded:

"I see you!"

Klein froze.

Rather than a supplicant, this short sentence sounds more like a threat?

Has any being noticed yourself?

How can it be? This place is above the gray fog, and the characters here are enough to withstand the gaze of gods. He once looked directly at the true god of Eternal Fierce Sun here, and he was not harmed later.

Is there a higher being than God?

Klein felt a chill coming from the back of his head, and he quickly disconnected from the crimson spiritual body.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, almost wanting to escape from the gray mist, but he resisted the urge and stood patiently.

Gray fog is his biggest support, and he will never give up if it is not a last resort.

The surrounding hall was still quiet, and the gray mist was still calm, as if the sound just now had not appeared.

"Just a word?"

The subsequent danger he imagined did not happen. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself to calm down, and analyzed the current situation.

"There are three possibilities. The first is that someone from the Tarot Society leaked the secret language that connects to the gray fog."

"But whether it is Justice, the Hanged Man or the Sun, they all have deep faith in the Fool's character, and the existence of the Tarot Society is beneficial to them, so they are unlikely to do such a thing."

"Even if the secret is accidentally leaked, ordinary extraordinary people would not dare to pronounce the name of an unknown existence, let alone in the form of a threat."

"Moreover, it can also block the gray mist's perception so that I can't see him."

"The second possibility is that there is a high-sequence transcendent who is connected to the crimson star through some unknown means. Maybe it is a prop. He is testing me. He is powerful enough that I cannot pry into it. Maybe Possessing the ability to counter divination.”

"The third possibility is that there is a higher-level existence that discovered the gray mist. And really saw me."

"But if it is a higher-level existence, what is its purpose?"

All three are possible, but Klein prefers the second one. After all, if it is a higher-level existence, even a simple sentence cannot have no impact on him who has just been promoted to Sequence 8.

The time he looked directly at the eternal blazing sun before, if it weren't for the existence of the gray mist, he would have died in an instant.

"I need to do some divination."

Klein's sequence, Sequence 9, is called Diviner. Drinking this magic potion can allow people to master divination-related abilities, such as astrology, card divination, pendulum, spiritual vision, etc.

Of course, drinking the potion does not mean that you can immediately understand and master these abilities. It only makes the potion user qualified to learn and can easily master them.

After being promoted to Sequence 8, the abilities of Sequence 9 will naturally not disappear, but will become even more enhanced.

Klein sat down in front of the long table, took off the pendant from his wrist, and used the "pendulum method" for divination. He thought silently in his mind:

"The contact just now will be dangerous."

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"The contact just now will be dangerous."

After chanting silently seven times in a row, Klein opened his eyes and saw the pendant slowly rotating counterclockwise.

Klein frowned.

If the pendant rotates clockwise, it means that your words are correct. The faster it rotates, the greater the danger, and the counterclockwise rotation means there is no danger.

"This is not normal."

Klein knows that contact with any unknown existence is dangerous, but the difference is whether the danger is greater or not.

He materialized a piece of paper and wrote a sentence in Hermetic on it: "The source of that voice."

He recited this sentence silently, over and over again. After seven times, he grabbed the piece of paper, leaned back on the chair, and quickly entered a meditative state.

This is "dream divination", which allows the diviner to see concrete scenes.

But Klein saw nothing. Just like when he came into contact with the crimson mass, there was silence and darkness in the dream.

Klein opened his eyes suddenly.

The divination failed.

Although insufficient information can also lead to failed divination, it is impossible for me to not see anything because I have been in contact with the other party's voice spiritually.

"My divination has been interfered with."

He was sure of this, even though he didn't want to believe it.

In the real world, with his rank of Sequence 8, it is normal for certain people or things to interfere with divination, but here is above the gray fog, his biggest support!

Here, he can even see the gods directly through divination!

What existence can interfere with divination above the gray fog?

The third possibility emerged in his mind again. He shuddered and quickly suppressed the thought.

"Never answer that voice!"

Klein warned himself: "No matter what existence it is and what purpose it has, since he only communicates with the gray fog through the stars, it is possible that he has no other means to interfere with the gray fog."

"As long as I ignore him, there's nothing he can do."

He was about to leave above the gray fog when he suddenly saw the crimson star begin to twinkle again.

That existence sent a message again!

Klein stared at the twinkling stars for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and decided not to listen to what the other party said. His mind sank and he left the gray fog space directly.

Backlund, Alka Street.

Tang Sen ended his second communication with The Fool.

There was no response from the other party, which was not unexpected by Tang Sen.

If Klein responded, it would be unreasonable. After all, it was his biggest reliance and biggest secret.

It's like if words suddenly appeared in your field of vision: "I see you."

Tang Sen would probably be horrified too.

“The seed has been sown and the harvest requires patience.”

Tang Sen muttered to himself and stood up: "Before that, I also need to make some preparations."

Professor Reid didn't sleep all night.

He missed his soft bed, and the hard dining table made his back hurt. Backlund's nights, even in September, still had a chill, like fear lingering in his bones. deep.

"What have I done!"

He forgot how many times he lamented in his heart that he shouldn't hold that stupid ceremony or even organize that stupid society.

How can I control these mysterious things?

Now, there is a deceased person living in the house. Although the other person does not seem to be malicious for the time being, who knows what his secret plans are? What good things can come out of the grave?

When the sky got slightly brighter, he got up and stood in front of the door, wandering uncertainly.

He wanted to just escape, stay away from the deceased, and never come back, but he couldn't bear to leave. The books he had collected for many years, as well as his savings for many years, were still in his room.

Moreover, would running away anger the deceased? Who knows what the other party is capable of? What if he can find him?

Amidst the hesitation and entanglement, the steam roar of buses and the noise of pedestrians could be heard on the street outside.

And on the stairs, footsteps sounded at the right time.

Professor Reid was shocked, turned around with a pale face, and saw the dead man with black hair and black eyes, who looked no different from a human being, looking over with a smile.

"Professor Reid, your face doesn't look good." His tone was brisk, and he was obviously in a good mood: "Are you ready to go out?"

"No." Professor Reid stiffly left the door, "I don't have a class today. I have all day to answer your questions."

"There's no need to worry, Professor Reid." Tang Sen smiled and said, "The days are long and there are more important things to do today."

The corners of Professor Reid's mouth drooped unconsciously.

Damn it, he really wasn't going to stay for one night and then leave!

I'm haunted by the dead!

He was about to burst into tears and said, "What's the matter?"

"A lot." Tang Sen opened his arms and said, "For example, I need to buy a few sets of clothes. This set of clothes brought from the tomb smells of earth, which is too degrading."

How can you be decent as a dead person!

"We are about the same figure, you can wear mine." Professor Reid whispered: "There is absolutely no need to go out. Although Backlund rarely gets sunshine, it will obviously be a good weather today."

"Professor Reid, I'm not afraid of the sun, if that's what you mean."

Tang Sen said: "Besides, those clothes of yours are not decent."

Professor Reid opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

After all, I am also a senior professor, and each set of those clothes is worth several gold pounds!

Moreover, what does a dead person need clothes for? Shouldn't the dignity you need be a gorgeous coffin engraved with gold lines?

He didn't dare to say these words. He just said with a sad face: "I don't have much money."

Tang Sen looked at him in surprise: "Why do you think I want to spend your money?"

"Are you humiliating me?"

Professor Reid was frightened slightly, waved his hands quickly, and said quickly: "No, no, no, you misunderstood."

"I mean, that's all your money. It's just in the back of the second cabinet on the desk. It's seventy-two pounds and five soles in total."

Afraid that the person opposite would think it was not enough, he said with a guilty conscience: "It cost me too much to buy books. If it's not enough, I can sell some miscellaneous books."

"." Tang Sen looked at the frightened professor, silently took out his wallet and took out a stack of bills.

Professor Reid's eyes were drawn unconsciously and he calculated instinctively.

That was a large 10-gold note. There were probably thirty or forty bills in such a stack.

"hiss--"

Tang Sen flicked the bills and asked, "Professor Reid, I forgot to ask."

“How much should I pay in exchange for letting me sleep over last night?