Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 86 He cried

After a long silence, Mr. Fool finally raised his head.

"Very good, I am very satisfied with this reward."

He spoke softly above the gray fog.

“It is my honor to provide you with value.”

"Wheel of Fortune" Roger placed his hands on his chest and bowed slightly.

Compared to Mr. Fool's outward calmness, Klein Moretti was panicking inside.

He had a hunch that something bad might happen in the near future.

“No, I have to mention this to the captain when I get to the company tomorrow.

"...No, I have to say it another way. I can't just say it directly."

Klein the Fool's thoughts raced at this moment, as if he had paranoid delusions.

He continued to ponder while announcing that the participants could discuss freely.

In fact, at the beginning of this Tarot Club, Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Wheel of Fortune had already finished talking about the important things.

So they didn't have anything to say. Derrick Berg, the Sun, asked some trivial questions about the Singer's Path. Klein the Fool and Alger, the Hanged Man, answered the questions based on what they knew.

Of course, they did not ask for any compensation from the Sun.

After all, this kid was so honest. He had already given away a lot of information for free when he first joined the Tarot Club. Now Klein and Alger didn't want to continue exploiting him.

Soon, Tarot will come to an end.

As Mr. Fool announced the end of today’s meeting, the four participants all stood up, bowed, and left, transforming into stars in the sky.

At No. 2 Daffodil Street, Klein the Fool returned to reality.

"The captain shouldn't be off work at this hour. I have to go back to the company."

He glanced at the wall clock, told Melissa that he would be back later, and hurried out the door.

At 4 Daffodil Street, Roger walked upstairs and returned to the living room.

At this time, the tabby cat Bandit was lying on the sofa reading a newspaper, looking like an old scholar.

"You're considered a cultured cat now. How's your 'apprentice' digesting the potion?"

Seeing its appearance, Roger couldn't help but half tease and half ask questions.

During this period, he also imitated Melissa from time to time and played the role of Bandit's "mentor", teaching it some common sense in mysticism, economics and sociology.

This knowledge can not only help Bandit digest the "Apprentice" potion, but also give it a better understanding of this dangerous world, so that it will not rashly cause trouble.

Of course, a lot of the core knowledge was learned by Roger from the Internet in his previous life. Regardless of how accurate it is, it is enough to teach a cat.

"It's OK. Although it's a little hard to explain, I feel like I'm about halfway there."

Bandit answered, and then, as if remembering something, he patted the sofa with his left paw:
"There's a letter for you. You were busy just now, so I got it back for you."

Roger squinted and saw that there was indeed a white envelope next to Bandit, with "Roger Abraham" written on it.

"Just call me by my real name. Was it sent from Wiseman?"

But soon, he found that his guess was wrong.

Because there's no stamp on this envelope...

Roger took out a coin and a pendulum and did divination twice. After making sure there was no risk, he carefully opened the envelope.

There was only a piece of paper inside, and the words on it were very simple:
"I am back."

Back? Who's back?

Roger was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

"Bandit, what did the person who just delivered the letter look like?"

"He was wearing a postman's uniform. His appearance...black hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and uh, a weird pair of glasses on his right eye."

The tabby cat thought carefully and answered.

"grass."

Roger blurted out, "Don't help me collect letters unless it's necessary. Remember this, don't forget it."

He squatted on the ground and shook Bandit hard for a while, making sure it understood, and then stopped.

No wonder Roger had to give Bandit special instructions. Not for any other reason, but because he was Amon!

Although He is one of his strong men, Roger doesn't want Bandit to take any risks.

Maybe one day Amon will suddenly have a brainwave and turn Bandit into an Amon cat, then we will be doomed.

"It should be an invitation anyway."

Roger breathed a sigh of relief. He had originally planned to meet Amon to see if he had returned.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.

"I'm going out for a while, you stay home and behave yourself.

"By the way, eat less recently. You're now much fatter than cats of the same age."

Roger warned.

"What do you know? I'm still underage. This is just making my cheeks grow."

Bandit wagged his tail nonchalantly.

"..."

Roger felt speechless. He didn't want to continue discussing this meaningless topic with the fat cat. Instead, he put on his clothes and walked out.

"Hey, Klein, where are you going?"

At the door, he bumped into Klein, who was rushing out, and asked.

"There's a document I forgot to sign. I have to go back to the company."

Klein made up a story, so absent-minded that he even forgot to greet Roger.

"Go ahead, go ahead, and be safe."

Watching Klein walk away, Roger felt a little relieved.

He adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and walked to Harrods.

Roger bought a cup of coffee and then walked straight out the back door that was responsible for garbage collection and down the back street.

After wandering around for a while, Roger came to the underground again, where he first met the "Dark Saint" Xesma.

There was indeed a candle lit inside.

He pushed the door open and saw a tall figure in a black robe resting on a chair.

This is Mr. C without the goat mask.

"Who?"

Mr. C suddenly woke up, and when he saw that the person coming was Roger, he was petrified.

Roger smiled as he looked at the handsome young man in front of him, whose skin was fair and delicate and exuded an amazing androgynous beauty.

"Finally I see your face. Not bad. It's worth my secret trip here."

Mr. C felt very embarrassed at this time.

His throat moved twice, and then he decided to give up.

"Oh, forget it. What are you here for?" The handsome messenger of God sighed and said helplessly.

"I came to see you and bring you some gifts."

Roger took out a translucent glove, slapped it hard with his fingers, and then threw it to Mr. C.

This is exactly the "creeping hunger" that comes from being hungry for several days.

And that burst of head was a warning of "don't do anything weird".

"This is...this is..."

Mr. C's pupils dilated instantly.

"Yes, it's for you, but there are conditions in exchange." Roger nodded.

Upon hearing this, Mr. C's tears rolled down his cheeks.

He cried.

　That’s all for today, I hope everyone is satisfied.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)