People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 142 Are you humiliating me?

Tingen, Narcissusstrasse 2.

Klein Moretti opened his eyes suddenly.

He could feel the buzzing whispers in his ears suddenly, and his head was dizzy for a few seconds.

"Someone is praying to me."

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

"It's so late, is it justice, the Hanged Man, or the new Sun?"

He stood up, put on a piece of clothing, and walked into the bathroom.

Four steps backward, he came above the gray mist.

Those crimson stars were still there, but the ones that were shining were not the three he was familiar with.

"New guy?"

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

But it was different from every time before, through the link of the crimson star, he didn't see any picture, only the endless darkness, and in the darkness, a voice sounded:
"I see you!"

Klein froze.

Not a supplicant, this short sentence sounds more like a threat?
Did someone notice him?
How can it be?This place is above the gray mist, and the personality here is strong enough to resist the gaze of the gods. He once looked directly at the true god Eternal Lieyang here, and he was not harmed by the follow-up.

Is there anything higher than gods?
Klein only felt a chill coming from the back of his head, and he hastily disconnected from the crimson ball of spiritual contact.

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

Gray mist is his biggest reliance, if it is not a last resort, he will never give up.

The surrounding halls were still quiet, and the gray mist was still calm, as if the voice just now had never appeared.

"Just one sentence?"

The imaginary follow-up danger 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 connecting to the gray fog."

"But whether it's justice, the Hanged Man or the sun, they all firmly believe in the character of the Fool, 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 transcendents would not dare to speak the names of unknown existences, let alone in the form of threats."

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

"The second possibility is that a high-sequence transcendent has linked to the crimson star through some means unknown to me. Maybe it is a certain prop. He is testing me. He is strong enough to prevent me from spying on it. Possesses the ability to counter divination."

"The third possibility. A higher-level existence has discovered the gray fog. And it really saw me."

"But, if it is a higher level existence, what purpose does it have?"

All three are possible, but Klein is more inclined to the second one. After all, if it is a higher-level existence, even if it is just a simple sentence, it is impossible for him who has just been promoted to Sequence 8 to have no effect.

The time he looked directly at the Eternal Lieyang before, if it wasn't for the existence of the gray mist, he would have died in an instant.

"I need a divination."

The sequence Klein is in, the name of Sequence 9 is Seer. Drinking this potion can allow people to master divination-related abilities, such as astrology, card divination, pendulum, spiritual vision, etc.

Of course, it's not that after drinking the potion one can immediately understand and master these abilities, it's just that the potion drinker has the qualifications to learn and it's easy to master.

After being promoted to Sequence 8, the ability of Sequence 9 will naturally not disappear, but will be strengthened even more.

Klein sat down at the long table, took off the pendant on his wrist, and used the "pendulum method" for divination. He meditated in his heart:
"The contact behavior just now will be dangerous."

"."

"The contact behavior just now will be dangerous."

After reciting 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 turns, the greater the danger, and the counterclockwise rotation means there is no danger.

"It's not normal."

Klein knew in his heart that contact with any unknown existence was dangerous, the only difference was whether the danger was great or not.

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

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

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

But Klein saw nothing, just like when he touched the crimson mass, the dreamland was silent and dark.

Klein suddenly opened his eyes.

Divination failed.

Although insufficient information would also result in the failure of the divination, but since I have been in contact with the other party's voice spiritually, it is impossible not to see nothing.

"My divination has been disturbed."

He was sure of it, though he hated to believe it.

In the real world, with his character of Sequence 8, it is normal for someone or something to interfere with divination, but here is above the gray fog, his greatest reliance!

Here, he can even directly see the gods through divination!
What existence can interfere with the divination above the gray mist?

A third possibility arose in his mind again, he shuddered, and quickly suppressed that thought.

"Never respond to that voice!"

Klein warned himself: "No matter what kind of existence it is, 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 mist 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, finally gritted his teeth, and decided not to listen to what the other party said. His thoughts sank, and he left the gray fog space directly.

Backlund, Alka Street.

Tang Sen ended the second communication with The Fool.

There was no response from the other party, which was not beyond Tang Sen's expectation.

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

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

Tang Sen might also be terrified.

"The seed has been planted, and the harvest will take patience."

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

Professor Rhett didn't fall asleep all night.

He missed his big soft bed, the hard dining table hurt his back, and the night in Backlund, even in September, still had a chill, like fear, lingering in his bones vaguely. deep.

"What have I done!"

He forgot how many times he had lamented in his heart that that stupid ceremony should not have been held, that stupid society should not even be organized.

Where are these gods and ghosts that I can control?
It's all right now, a dead person lives in the house. Although the other person seems harmless for the time being, who knows what secret plan he has?What good things can come from things crawling out of the grave?
When the sky was slightly bright, he got up and stood lingering in front of the door.

He wanted to just escape like this, stay away from the deceased, and never come back, but he was reluctant. The books he had collected for many years and his deposits for many years were still in the room.

Besides, would running away anger the dead?Who knows what abilities the other party has, what if they can find themselves?
In the midst of hesitation and entanglement, the roar of steam from the bus and the noise of pedestrians could already be heard from the street outside.

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

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

"Professor Rhett, your complexion doesn't look very good." His tone was brisk, apparently in a good mood: "Are you ready to go out?"

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

"There's no need to worry, Professor Reid." Tang Sen said with a smile: "The future is long, and there are more important things to do today."

The corners of Professor Rhett's mouth drooped unconsciously.

Damn it, he really didn't plan to stay overnight and leave!
I am haunted by the dead!

He wanted to cry but said without tears: "What is it?"

"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 out from the grave smells like earth, it's too shameful."

How can you be decent when you are a dead person!
"We are about the same size, you can wear mine." Professor Reid whispered, "There is no need to go out at all. Although there is little sunshine in Backlund, it will obviously be a good day today."

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

Tang Sen said: "Besides, your clothes are not decent either."

Professor Reid opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

I am also a senior professor at any rate, and each set of those clothes is worth several gold pounds!

Also, what does a dead person need decent clothing for?Shouldn't the decency you need be a gorgeous coffin carved with gold thread?

He didn't dare to say these words, but 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 jumped slightly in fright, quickly waved his hands, and said quickly: "No, no, you misunderstood."

"I mean, it's all your money, and it's in the bottom of the second cabinet on the desk. It's seventy-two pounds five soli."

Fearing that the person on the other side would think it wasn't enough, he said guiltily, "It cost me too much to buy books. If it's not enough, I can sell some miscellaneous books."

"." Tang Sen looked at the terrified professor, silently took out his wallet, and took out a stack of banknotes from it.

Professor Reid's sight was attracted unconsciously, and he calculated instinctively.

It was a large ten-pound note, and there were probably thirty or forty notes in such a stack.
"hiss--"

Tang Sen flicked the banknotes and asked, "Professor Rhett, I forgot to ask."

"How much should I pay for letting me stay last night?

(End of this chapter)