Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

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In the ancient and majestic palace, two figures appeared from both sides of the bronze table, from illusion to reality, emerging from the "deep red" tide.

At the same time as they appeared, countless translucent insects with twelve segments crawled out of the bodies of the two people.

Countless insects with twelve transparent segments did not gather together and drill into the body of Mr. "Error" at the head of the bronze table. These time insects drilled into the vast, boundless gray-white fog without the knowledge of "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" and disappeared.

Afterwards, more worms with twelve segments emerged from the ground, which was like a water mirror. These time worms were different from the time worms that had just emerged from Justice and the Hanged Man. They continued to drill into Mr. Error's body, filling his body.

Mr. Error's breath became deeper and more profound, and it resonated and connected more and more with the gray-white mist and the gray mist above it.

Mr. Error first looked up at the top of his head, then lowered his head and silently grinned at Justice and the Hanged Man, making a smiling gesture.

The gray fog trembled slightly, but in the next moment, it returned to calm.

The two Tarot Club members did not notice such an anomaly.

Miss Justice Audrey Hall, with her smooth blond hair and tall stature, looked towards the head of the long bronze table. A figure wearing a top hat and tailcoat, shrouded in layers of gray-white mist, spoke briskly:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Error."

When Mr. "The Hanged Man" Alger Wilson's eyes fell on the person at the head of the long bronze table, his gaze froze slightly, but he quickly forced himself to relax and suppress the throbbing and fear that arose from his heart.

Compared to the last time, Alger clearly felt a stronger and more terrifying sense of oppression.

It was just like the archbishops he met at the Storm Church headquarters, those powerful beings who pushed open the door to divinity... no, they were even more dangerous and terrifying than them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Error."

Mr. Alger, the "Hanged Man," maintained a humble tone, unlike Miss Justice, who was unaware of the change, as he greeted the being at the head of the bronze table.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man."

In front of Mr. Error, there was still the unknown book that Audrey and Alger had seen.

This great being sat at the head of a long bronze table, leisurely gazing at the two members of the Tarot Club.

"You can start."

Upon hearing this, Audrey looked eagerly at Alger, the Hanged Man, and asked, "You should have received the Ghost Shark's blood, right?"

"Yes."

Alger nodded, and without further ado, told Miss "Justice" Audrey the recipe for the "Audience" potion.

"Audience, Sequence 9 potion: 80ml of pure water, 5 drops of Colchicum extract, 13g of Oxtooth Peony powder, 7 petals of Elf Flower, a pair of eyes of an adult Manhar fish, and 35ml of Sheephorn Snakehead fish blood..."

"80 ml of pure water, 5 drops of colchicum extract..."

While Audrey was memorizing the potion formula for "audience", they heard the sound of Mr. "Error" tapping his knuckles on the bronze table at the head of the table.

"Perhaps I can provide some help with this."

He said with a smile.

"What help?"

Miss "Justice" Audrey raised her head, which had been memorizing for a long time, and looked at Mr. "Error" with curiosity and a desire to explore.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

"Help? It's not necessarily help, is it?"

Alger had seen too many examples of people being tempted and accidentally offering sacrifices to unknown beings and chanting their names, which brought danger, death, and madness.

"It's only the second gathering..."

Remaining alert, Alger, the "Hanged Man," maintained a humble attitude and, like Miss Justice, looked towards Mr. Error, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table.

He thought that if the problem of this gathering was really serious and the danger was out of control, he could only try to report it to the top leaders of the Storm Church.

Even if there is no hope of promotion next, it is better than losing your life!
The "traitor" Alger began to plan his escape route.

The being acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, didn't care about anything, and simply thought of this and said casually, "If you've forgotten the potion formula, you can try reciting the following spell in ancient Hermetic, Giant, Dragon, Elvish, or other languages ​​that can leverage supernatural powers."

He smiled and said in Loen, "The embodiment of all incorrect mistakes, fallacies, and loopholes, the clock that guides fate..."

"The error of all errors... the embodiment of fallacies and loopholes... the hand that guides fate..."

Miss "Justice" Audrey, who didn't expect the method to be chanting spells, silently recited these three descriptions, and her heart was filled with turbulent waves.

As a veteran enthusiast of the mysticism, although she had never formally come into contact with extraordinary powers before being pulled into this gray fog, she would always share the information she knew with other nobles in private, whether true or false.

She knew exactly what Mr. Error had meant, what the three-part description represented in other rituals.

That represents, that points to, seven gods who look down on the entire world!
This is a spell that is almost equivalent to the "Lord of Crimson, Mother of Secrets, Queen of Disaster and Terror" of the Goddess of Night!

Alger Wilson, the "Hanged Man," who knew more than her, suddenly raised his head when he heard this honorific name.

Mr. Error looked at him as well.

Flamel? Nicolas Flamel?!
Mr. Error, the being who pulled them into this gray fog was Nicolas Flamel?
He had heard high-ranking officials of the church and a certain archbishop mention this existence, and he had also heard some "investigators" at sea recite this honorable name!
He is a high-ranking figure in the Thieves' Path, a mysterious existence that the Storm Church is extremely afraid of, the ruler of Tingen City in the Kingdom of Loen, and an angel walking on earth!
"No, from the intelligence I've received about Tingen City, it's very likely..."

It is the Fourth Epoch, the kingdom of gods on earth when the gods still walk on the ground, such as the Storm Abyss, the Dark Heaven, the Perfect Land, etc.!
"Have you forgotten?"

As Alger's mind was shaken violently, he heard Mr. Error's smiling voice.

"As I said, this is an attempt."

He discovered that the "Hanged Man" Alger recognized him, and he discovered that the "Hanged Man" Alger wanted to report him, but he didn't care.

This great being turned his head and looked at Miss Audrey of Justice, who seemed not to have heard the conversation, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"I have a deal, do you want to take it?"

"What deal?"

Miss Justice Audrey had just been lost in the absurdity of "Mr. Error being on par with the Goddess of Night," "Mr. Error on par with the gods," but upon hearing this, she forcibly shifted her attention from that matter to the deal Mr. Error had mentioned. "This is a piece of mystical knowledge that you haven't mastered, but will be of great help to you."

"In exchange, I need Russell Gustav's diary from his later years."

Russell Gustav's diary from his later years?

As expected, only this kind of thing is worthy of the attention of a powerful person like Mr. Error...

Audrey was stunned at first, but then she found that she was not surprised at all.

It is said that the Intis Archon, who later changed his name to "Caesar," Emperor Roselle, had once seen the "blasphemous tablet"...

It is said that the secret playing cards he created contain twenty-two paths to God...

"Diary? That's a diary?" Alger frowned slightly, keenly noticing a detail.

"Nicholas... Mr. 'Error' is clearly an ancient, powerful being who has lived for over a thousand years. He must have personally participated in the Northern Continent during Roselle's reign. Moreover, Emperor Roselle even went to Tingen City for research in his early years..."

It is well known in the occult community that Tingen City has an inseparable connection with Miskatonic University.

Clearly, Emperor Roselle and Mr. Error have a strong connection.

But why did Mr. Error want Emperor Roselle's diary through them instead of collecting it himself?

Moreover, the modifier "later years" was deliberately added.

"It is said that Emperor Roselle's, um, diary, is written in a secret script or symbols he invented himself?"

Audrey had heard other noble children mention Emperor Roselle's manuscript, but had never actually seen it. She was curious and asked about it.

"Yes." After regaining his composure, Alger simply replied to Miss Justice:

"Some believe it's a unique set of mystical symbols, while others believe it's a form of hieroglyphics. But to this day, no one has found the correct interpretation... at least that's what I know."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Mr. "Error" at the head of the long bronze table, as if seeking some kind of affirmation.

Mr. Error sighed softly and stretched out his hand to grab a handful of air.

Audrey and Alger saw that Mr. Error had many pages of books in his hands, some real and some fake.

Those pages floated in the mysterious space above the gray fog. The symbols inside were strange, and they were texts that did not belong to any language in the northern and southern continents.

"The secret symbol created by Emperor Roselle... um, is indeed not something that exists in this era."

"And to some extent, these words created by Emperor Roselle are alive."

Mr. Error smiled. "In Emperor Roselle's later years, he encountered a sudden change and went insane. His diary increasingly reflects the characteristics of being alive."

"They are alive."

"The diary is alive...Emperor Roselle is also a Beyonder?!"

Audrey exclaimed in a low voice, and then she realized something.

The diary is alive?

It doesn’t matter how the diary comes to life. What matters is what impact it will have after it comes to life.
You know, there are countless copies of Emperor Roselle's diary now. If the diary comes alive, will those who copied it also come alive?!

Audrey suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if Mr. Error was telling a spooky story.

Mr. Error ignored Audrey's shock. For a girl of this age, who had little experience in mystical baking, there were so many things she couldn't imagine.

"The text in these diaries is endowed with certain mystical meanings and abstract concepts... Of course, those copied diaries, like Russell's earlier diaries, also possess a certain mystical power, but it's not very strong, and ordinary people won't be affected by it."

Mr. Error continued, "Among them, the contents of Emperor Roselle's diary written in his later years have a considerable degree of activity... Unfortunately, they don't like having their secrets revealed."

The diaries written by Emperor Roselle have the characteristic of being "alive", and those diaries are avoiding Mr. "Error" and avoiding Tingen City?
So, Mr. Error intends to have them collect Emperor Roselle's diary and explore some secrets?
Alger, the "Hanged Man," began brainstorming.

Mr. Error smiled and said nothing.

Think about it, and think more if you can think.

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"As far as I know, a notebook belonging to the Antigonus family has been lost at Tingen University, and the Secret Order is also searching for it."

After explaining the rules of role-playing—"It's not about mastering, it's about digesting; it's not about digging, it's about acting"—and in exchange, asking Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Ms. "Justice" to collect the diary left behind by the time traveler Russell Gustav, Klein shifted the topic to what he was still experiencing.

This news is not only known by the people of Tingen University, but also by the extraordinary people who have close ties with the Secret Order, the Church of Night, the Church of Storm, etc.

"The Antigonus family's notes? They were lost at Tingen University, and the Secret Order is searching for them?" Mr. "The Hanged Man" repeated, smiling. "I'm curious about Miskatonic University's reaction."

How would Miskatonic University react? What else could it react to?
Klein was acutely aware of the problem, but he was hesitant to speak.

That would destroy the Fool's mysterious and profound image.

At this time, Miss Justice spoke doubtfully:

"Why are you curious about this? And, Miskatonic University? What kind of university is that? Um, a school in another country?"

Mr. Hanged Man smiled and said:

"No, Miskatonic University is closely connected to the occult. It's a true school dedicated to the cultivation of occultists and Beyonders."

"Miss Justice, you should know that the three major Orthodox Churches in the Kingdom of Loen each have their own teams of Beyonders responsible for occult events in each region."

"Among them, the Church of the Evernight Goddess's is the Nightwatcher, the Church of the Storm Lord's is the Mandated Punisher, and the Church of the God of Craftsmen's is the Mechanical Heart."

"And the Beyonder team at Miskatonic University is called 'Investigators'."

(End of this chapter)