Secret: Storm Pigeons are still Storm Pigeons

Chapter 18: The First Tarot Meeting! What? This is your ninth time?

Old Blue patted the thoroughly washed Husky's head, tore off the bath towel wrapped around it, and threw it into the laundry basket. During this time, the Husky's eyes were wide open, its blue pupils were motionless, and its ears were erected high, making it look so... like a Husky. Well, it should be a Husky.

"Speaking of Erha... can creatures from prehistoric Earth still survive today? They are almost like cockroaches..."

Old Blue walked out of the bathroom on the second floor and made a gesture. The squatting Husky looked excited, opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue, and jumped up to catch up with Old Blue.

"Hmm?" Old Blue took back his licked hand and suddenly thought, "Cats need to be sterilized, do dogs need it?"

As if sensing a malicious intent, Erha suddenly lay on the ground, protecting his belly, with his tail hanging down to cover his vital parts, and looked at the old man who turned his head in front of him with eyes full of wisdom...

"Ha," Old Blue felt helpless and laughed:

"They say dogs have spirituality. You're overreacting. Don't sterilize them unless you don't want them anymore... After all, they still need to drink the fortune-teller's potion... It's not good for them to be able to talk and scold me all day long..."

Old Bruce returned to the first floor and sat comfortably on the sofa. He clicked his pocket watch and the time came to 2:50 in the afternoon.

"Very good. It took me a little over half an hour to give it a bath the first time. I'll shorten the time next time... No, let it bathe itself next time!"

Old Blue bent down and rubbed Erha's long face, "From now on, you will take a bath by yourself! Do you understand?"

The Husky's eyes were dull, and he allowed the fur and flesh on his face to be rubbed and deformed, making a "woooo" sound.

"Very good, just understand."

Old Blue let go of the dog, picked up the glass bottle filled with dark blue liquid on the mahogany table next to him, shook it, hesitated, and said to himself:
"Letting the dog drink before the Tarot meeting? Isn't that a bit suicidal? The soul went to the gray fog for a meeting, and after the meeting, the body was bitten to death by the out-of-control dog? There are only a few minutes left until three o'clock..."

"The probability of losing control is not high. Miss Susie can withstand the 'Dragon' potion, so what's wrong with my Husky drinking a bottle of 'Wolf' potion!"

"And this is the dog I cooked that passively affected the outcome of the game. Shouldn't it be blessed by a great being?"

"Very good, let's drink it after the Tarot Club is over."

Old Blue made a quick choice, glanced at the Husky who tilted his head to observe his master, and added a layer of spiritual blockade to the potion with some concern...

Three o'clock on Monday afternoon, Loon time.

The deep red erupted, covering Old Blue's entire body...

Erha seemed to be startled and jumped up suddenly. Then he saw that Old Blue had not changed from before. He just lay on the ground again as if he had fallen asleep, and his tail swept left and right from time to time... After his blue eyes caught sight of the bottle containing dark blue liquid, he could not take his eyes away...

……

In the blink of an eye, Old Blue was already above the mysterious and deep gray fog, inside the majestic palace. In front of him was an ancient, mottled bronze table, and around him were blurry and misty figures that were difficult to see clearly.

Old Blue quickly glanced around. There was one opposite, one on the left, and one behind the right. Hmm, it looks like the original story is no different. That’s right, I’ve only been in this world for a few days, and the butterfly’s wings haven’t started to flap yet... This is my first time checking in at a Tarot Club!

The same action happened to other members. Justice Audrey looked around and suddenly found that there were two more members on the opposite side! Then she heard Mr. Fool's always steady voice:

"These two are new members, and their titles are 'Priestess' and 'Sun' respectively." "This is Miss Justice, and this is Mr. The Hanged Man."

A new member? Audrey was surprised at first, but then she was filled with joy.

She is very happy to see the Tarot Club grow and develop, and has a strong sense of ownership.

But the only drawback is that the two people on the opposite side seem to be men... So, including Mr. Fool, I am the only woman among the five members of the Tarot Club... Could it be that Mr. Fool's criteria for selecting members are related to gender? Mr. Fool is similar to the Lord of Storms and the God of War, who prefers men?
Audrey was thinking and sighing in her heart, but her outward manners were impeccable. She lifted her skirt slightly and greeted in a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool! Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man! Good afternoon, Mr. Priestess! Good afternoon, Mr. Sun!"

The Hanged Man, Alger, frowned slightly when he saw two more people suddenly appear on his right. He was somewhat dissatisfied with the Fool for suddenly bringing in two new members... But intimidated by the Fool's status and strength, he did not dare to say anything. He followed Miss Justice to greet everyone.

Old Blue couldn't help but feel better when he heard Miss Justice's cheerful greetings. It was indeed a sweet voice that even Mr. Fool would praise!

Priestess Old Blue followed the Hanged Man and greeted everyone in turn, but her attitude was more pious, and there was a clear distinction between how she treated Mr. Fool and the others:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Great Fool!"

……

Huh? His tone? His name?
Justice Audrey has entered audience mode, carefully examining the new members "Priestess" and "Sun".

"Mr. Priestess is obviously very old but very energetic... Black vest, white shirt, Loen-style clothes... He was obviously more pious when greeting Mr. Fool. Pious? Great?"

She looked at the Fool who was sitting at the top of the bronze table and found that his attitude was still so relaxed and at ease, as if he didn't care at all! He deserved this title!
Justice Audrey was horrified and delighted, unable to maintain her audience state, and could only observe the remaining suns with her own abilities.

Sun was not too surprised to hear the priestess's greeting. He had already determined that Mr. Fool was a god-like existence! That three-part honorific name could only be used by the creator who saved the City of Silver! He also spoke devoutly:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Great Fool!"

……

Klein the Fool was having a hard time tensing up... Fortunately, the Clown Potion had greatly improved his ability to control his muscles—

Thinking of the clown potion, Klein felt mixed emotions. It was so bitter... It looked so delicious...

When Klein heard Mr. Sun address Mr. Fool, he silently complained:

"Sure enough, I was led astray by the priestess so quickly... Hey, I clearly wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but in return I was treated with piety? I won't pretend anymore, I am a god?"

Audrey said with joy on her face:
“Mr. Fool, I have collected two more pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary.”

Then, she put forward her own request - the audience-path Sequence 8 potion formula, the mind reader.

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