All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 874 The Insomniac Fool (12)

The secret organizations that believe in the true Creator mainly appeared in the last two or three hundred years, such as the Aurora Society and the Jagged Cross, but similar images have never disappeared in the past 300 years
Even back to the previous era, the last era

As the sole ruler of this land, the second-generation creator created a huge legacy in vain. Even if it was divided up by several kings of angels, it can still support the personality of the secret organization.

With a large villa of tens of thousands of gold pounds alone, without the arrogance of renting out, it is not comparable to some poor god.

Not particularly what @Klein meant here.

In the basement, Dunn, who had learned that the Fool, the Wise Old Man, and the Evernight Goddess were friendly and that there was no conflict, let go of his high spirits and devoted himself wholeheartedly to serving the Wise Man.

At three o'clock in the morning, everything is silent.

Putting down the silver knife, he picked up the white crystal vial and poured a drop into each candle.

Noisy!
The faint fragrance filled the air one after another, and Dunn's body, mind, and spirit seemed to be at peace.

This is a mysterious ceremony, and there should be a process. Only those who are favored by the gods can directly contact the supreme god.

Captain Dunn lowered his head and recited in Hermes language:
"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray mist;"

"You are the Yellow and Black King of Good Luck."

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"Damn! Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" Klein rolled over and sat up, rubbing his forehead slightly angrily.

He quickly left the bed, took four steps backwards, entered above the gray mist, and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool".

He saw an unknown red star expanding outwards, causing waves of ripples, and the majestic and vicissitudes of the thick male voice illusoryly superimposed, echoing layer by layer.

"Who is this?" Who is this, it feels a little familiar... Klein was puzzled for a while, spreading his spirituality, and touched the red star.

A tall, middle-aged gentleman wearing a mask but with a worrying hairline appeared in front of his eyes.

Then came a prayer
"Great Mister Fool, Captain Loen is ordered by the wise elder to listen to your teachings."

Dunn's devout prayer
Captain Loen, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched. As a time traveler, he was no stranger to the characters in the novels created by his hometown Emperor Russell.

The so-called Captain Loen is the modified version of Captain America in the Avengers, and according to the differences of each region and each country, the name will be changed to the name of the country when it is translated.

For example, in the Loen Kingdom, it is Captain Loen, in the Feysac Empire, it is Captain Fusac, and in the Republic of Intis, it is Captain Intis. Measures vary according to local conditions and people.

In a word, the market is just money, not shabby.

Klein was not concerned about whether his Tarot Society had become the Avengers, but worried about the wise elders.

Now there are already two gentlemen of strength and lovers in the Tarot Club, and one more wise elder believer.

This Tarot Society is not called the fool, but the wise.

After hesitating for a long time, Klein tapped the edge of the old long table with his fingers, and said silently to himself: "Join, don't join, join, don't join..."

Ahhh, so annoying!
Whose believer is this, who doesn't sleep at night, and actually disturbs the good night of the gods! ! !

Tsk, from the wise elder's family, it's all right.

Klein felt that he should obey his will and let Captain Loen join, at least he wouldn't offend the wise elder.

Other things are not things that a clown should consider now.

Taking a deep breath, he gave Captain Loen some feedback.

After a trance, Dunn caught a glimpse of the seven lights, seven discs of different colors perched on a high place, which seemed to contain endless knowledge.

And above the seven pure lights, there is a boundless gray mist, an ancient palace overlooking everything.

A majestic voice came from the ear.

"Next Monday, at three o'clock, you are allowed to recite my name."

"At other times, without my permission, no recitation is allowed."

Captain Dunn quickly lowered his head and said respectfully: "I will follow your will, thank you for your gift, and praise your existence."

Exiting the ceremony, walking out of the basement, Dunn saw Mr. Gandalf talking to a gentleman named Ah Meng, he bowed respectfully, and then returned to his room, ready to meditate, he is a nighthawk, extraordinary in the path of the night Those who do not need sleep.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Gandalf Luofeng couldn't help asking with a smile: "Tell me, can Mister Fool sleep now?"

Mr. Ah Meng thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Mr. Fool is also a Nighthawk."

Gandalf Luofeng smiled freely, and instead of asking the Fool, he inquired about the whereabouts of the senior brother and the second senior brother.

"Any news about Audrey and Sharon?"

Ah Meng thought about it, and said calmly: "Miss Justice Audrey has attended Mr. A's party, and as the earl's daughter, the trace is very easy to lock."

"And, recently, Miss Justice is looking for extraordinary weapons with less side effects."

"Sharon is one of the leaders of the Temperance Sect. Their enemy, the Rose School of Thought, the Indulgence Sect, is looking for it everywhere. Every once in a while, they will change addresses."

"However, I can find two of her subordinates, Maric and Kaspers, the former has a direct connection, and the latter has an indirect connection."

Luo Feng nodded thoughtfully, got up and said, "Then let's go see the elder brother first, and let Mr. A prepare for the party."

The so-called Three Caves of the Rabbit, the house where Mr. A held the party is not in the villa, but in Queens.

Queens, inside an inconspicuous house.

Wearing a black robe with a hood, Mr. A presides over this private gathering.

Audrey, Hugh Dilcha, Fors Wall, and the three ladies sat together and looked around calmly. It was obviously not the first time they had participated in this kind of gathering.

There were quite a few people sitting around, some of them used various methods to cover up their appearance, such as relying on hoods and masks, while others didn't care, and frankly exposed their facial features.

Odell, who entered the audience state, checked the past one by one to spy on each other's performance.

A hint of pride can't help but rise in my heart, the level of this kind of secret aggregation is too low.

It is far inferior to its own Tarot Club.

There are gods in talking and laughing, and all contacts are superior.

Audrey's thoughts changed, and she was suddenly filled with a sense of superiority.

At the party, there were transactions, which were written on the blackboard.

"Baby's Cry, Flowers, £200."

"Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds."

"Murloc slime, 30ml, 29 pounds."

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion formula, 450 pounds."

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As a wealthy woman with a net worth of 30 gold pounds and an annual income of [-] to [-] gold pounds, Audrey has the capital to despise the audience.

After a gathering, Audrey and the others were about to leave, when a waiter suddenly handed them a note.

"Mr. A invited me, there are extraordinary items for sale."

Audrey looked at her companions and asked their opinions, whether to meet Mr. A alone.

(End of this chapter)