Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 650: Tarot Club of the New Week

Watching the "Speedster" leave, Renekton let out a sigh of relief. Although he could contact Bernadette directly through the "Hidden Sage", it always felt weird to ask others for things through the "Hidden Sage", as if he was asking the other party to offer him tribute.

Bernadette's reply was quick. In less than ten minutes, a folded piece of letter paper and a square box made of gold with many magic symbols and sun patterns engraved on the surface appeared on the table in front of him.

"Speedsters do have an advantage in delivering mail."

With a sigh, Renekton unfolded the letter that appeared on the desk in front of him and read it carefully:
I have found some clues about the mausoleum hidden near Backlund, and I am investigating the information of the former "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor. It is not convenient for me to leave Backlund for the time being. I have sent the Pale Death along with this letter through a messenger. When you are done, just ask the messenger to bring it to me in the same way.

My request is that the "ferryman" who seeks to be promoted to "Archon of Death" must provide certain assistance in the subsequent destruction of the "Black Emperor's" promotion ceremony and the return of my father, regardless of whether he succeeds in the promotion or not.

"Unsurprising conditions."

As he spoke, Renekton rubbed the paper twice with the tip of his right thumb, which was holding the letter.

The red flames suddenly rose up, igniting the letter and turning it into ashes.

Then he turned his gaze to the square box made of gold, removed the spiritual wall that served as a seal, opened the box, and inside was a pale mask with a gleaming metallic luster placed on yellow silk.

This mask only has holes at the eyes, and there are no gaps elsewhere. It is very monotonous, and there are no patterns or lines on the surface.

Renekton reached out and took the mask in his hand. It felt cold to the touch. The moment he touched it, a deadly cold feeling began to penetrate into his body through his skin, causing his flesh and blood to die bit by bit.

"Even if it is not used, the negative effects still exist. Non-divine creatures that come into contact with it will die quickly in a very short time."

Muttering to himself, he exerted a little force with his right hand, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in the palm of his hand. Stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars cast bright and clear rays of light around, submerging the pale mask and splitting the surrounding space.

In the starlight, eyes grew out from the void. These eyes sparkled with pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, yet seemed quite cold and without warmth.

Under the erosion of starlight, the pale mask with a metallic luster gradually disintegrated and was restored to its most basic extraordinary characteristics.

The information contained in these extraordinary characteristics was completely exposed under the gaze of the surrounding eyes, and was quickly analyzed and memorized by Renekton.

Sequence One: The Pale Emperor. Extremely noble, like an illusory god that towers over countless undead spirits; he can control all undead spirits, and can also make living creatures die little by little and become his slaves.

Sequence Two: Archon of Death. The underworld in his body has been greatly expanded and completely evolved into a kingdom of the dead. He has absolute control over the undead in his underworld. Even if he orders them to commit suicide, they will not resist at all.

Sequence Three: The Ferryman.
As he analyzed the characteristics of his surroundings, Renekton gradually felt that he seemed to have established a connection with a higher being, and could vaguely see a land of absolute silence and death.

A hazy but extremely beautiful female face, as if covered by layers of gauze, nodded at him vaguely.

The hazy image only appeared vaguely for a moment, as if it was just an illusion caused by staring at something for a long time.

It seems that "Night" has further deepened his grasp of the uniqueness of "Death". Renekton shook his head, gathered his thoughts, and continued to analyze the mystical knowledge of the realm of death.

Time soon came to the afternoon. Renekton glanced at the wall clock. It was less than two minutes to three o'clock in the afternoon in Backlund.

He tilted his neck back, and the eyes that had grown out of the void around him shrank back again. The starlight that enveloped the surroundings also shattered in an instant and turned into stardust and dissipated.

The "Archon of Death" characteristics that were separated from Pale Death were sealed by him in a transparent amber, and the remaining characteristics were integrated into a feather from Quetzalcoatl, before he had time to reshape it into Pale Death.

After putting away the separated characteristics and the remaining characteristics respectively, he rubbed his forehead, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and took a nap for a while.

The time soon came to three o'clock, and thick gray fog and deep red light quickly filled the field of vision.

After a moment of trance, when Renekton opened his eyes, he had already arrived at the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog. Audrey, the "Justice", was the first to stand up. She lifted her skirt and saluted Klein, the "Fool", who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

After everyone stood up and saluted and nodded to each other, today's Tarot Club officially began.

Renekton's eyes swept over the people on both sides of the mottled long table. He saw that several members had difficulty restraining their spirituality, which meant that they had just been promoted not long ago and had not had time to get used to and restrain their suddenly surging spirituality.

There is no gradual process for advancement in the potion system. After taking a bottle of potion, one will directly advance one sequence. This is also one of the reasons why extraordinary people can easily lose control.

Klein, who was sitting at the head of the mottled long table, also noticed this scene. His gaze lingered on Star, Sun, and Magician for a while.

Leonard must have worked hard these days and digested all the potions in his body. As for Little Sun, we can guess that he will be promoted soon from the fact that he asked about the ceremony last week. The promotion of Miss "Magician" was a bit surprising. She had not purchased materials at the Tarot Club before, and it was indeed convenient for her to have the support of an ancient family behind her.

As the thought was floating in his mind, he saw "Justice" Audrey raise her hand, then put it down again, and lowered her head unnaturally, like a student who had made a mistake.

What is this? Miss Justice wanted to tell me something, but suddenly realized that there was no need to talk about it anymore?
There doesn't seem to be anything special happening recently, so, could it be that she just happened to get the emperor's diary last week and subconsciously wanted to make a request?
While thinking, Klein suddenly thought of a problem. Without the need for Roselle's diary, it seems difficult for everyone to come up with something that they think is of sufficient value or can satisfy me when they need Mr. Fool's help. In the development stage of the Tarot Club, there is still a need for some simple and effective ways to obtain the help of the Fool.

After making up his mind, Klein tapped the table twice. After everyone looked over, he spoke leisurely:

"Hehe, I suddenly thought of a question. Some of the content in Roselle's diary is still valuable. It can still be used as a contribution for you to exchange for some things or help from me."

“Of course, valuable content is needed.”

Emperor Roselle’s history of hunting for women and his subsequent comments are not counted. Klein added what he had not said in his heart.

The members of the Tarot Club were all stunned for a moment, some of them not understanding why Mr. Fool wanted to collect Roselle's diary again.

Mr. Fool has discovered some details that he had not noticed before, and needs to confirm them? No, it is impossible. This is not a mistake that a great being would make. So, this is simply a benefit for us, so that we can ask for help from Him without such a great burden when we need it?
As his thoughts drifted, Alger, the Hanged Man, tilted his head slightly to look at Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table. His thoughts kept drifting, and even his breathing became heavier.

He had the same idea as Audrey, the Hermit, Cattleya, and the Chariot. Without Roselle’s diary, it would be too difficult for them to find something equivalent to Mr. Fool’s response and help, because it was simply priceless.

"Tank" Anderson leaned back in his chair with mixed emotions. Russell's diary, no, this is simply a special decree from Mr. Fool, allowing us to make some valid and reasonable demands to Him.

Magician Fors, Star Leonard, and the others also reacted later. At this moment, everyone looked at the head of the long mottled table in tacit understanding and said in a firm and serious tone:

"Your will is my will."

Klein, hidden under the gray fog, nodded slightly, indicating that the topic was over. In his heart, he lamented that it was originally just an unintentional act, but it suddenly became a way to win people's hearts.

Justice Audrey was in a very good mood. She turned sideways to face Klein the Fool at the top and spoke in a brisk tone:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I just happened to receive two pages of Roselle's diary last week."

After asking Mr. Fool, she materialized the two pages of the diary that she had memorized.

Klein raised his finger, and the two pages of the diary spontaneously appeared in front of him:

5 month 27 day,
My impression of Florent Soren has changed. Although he is still as arrogant and annoying as before, he has a beautiful and capable sister. She is really a stunner. I even suspect that she has jumped to the witch path. Otherwise, how could I, who has been through so much, still be obsessed with her.

Sure enough, this is the emperor's daily style. Klein sighed in his heart, moved this page of the diary to the back, and read the second page of the diary today.

(End of this chapter)