Mystery: A Spark

However, the problem with this method is that Klein cannot be sure if there is a way to obtain the gray mist without taking damage, and he is also unclear about which of these three extraordinary paths are of higher rank.

The second method is for Klein to abandon his illusion of relying on others, work hard to digest the magic potion and advance in rank, and strive to gain the power to resist as soon as possible.

However, this would likely take a considerable amount of time, and if anything went wrong during that process, Klein would still have to send it anyway.

But no matter what, action must be taken now; Klein is not one to sit idly by and wait for death.

Even if he is killed because of the gray fog in the future, he will still try his best to splatter blood on the person who killed him.

It seems that no matter which method I choose, I need to meet with Arthur as soon as possible... Whether it's information related to the three high-sequence pathways or obtaining the characteristics of the Human Skin Shadow, I need Arthur's help... But I can't contact Arthur through the Gray Fog, because that would seem too hasty and deliberate... Klein let out a soft breath, feeling his mood gradually calm down.

If he acts too hastily, Arthur, with his intelligence, even if he didn't suspect he might be the Fool beforehand, might notice something amiss and gradually realize that something is wrong.

After all, Arthur knew that he could come back to life.

Regarding matters related to the gray fog, Klein believed that the only person who could possibly help him was Arthur.

No one else, such as other members of the Tarot Club, is reliable enough in this matter.

……

An open-air campsite engulfed in flames.

Tall and gray-haired Colin was intently on his post.

He was also holding a gold pocket watch in his hand, which he would occasionally pick up and glance at.

However, no matter how you looked at it, the pocket watch's hands were moving perfectly normally, which made Colin's brows furrow more and more.

They were now in some kind of time-related predicament, something Colin was certain of.

However, even with his personal watch, no abnormalities were found, which suggests that the trouble they encountered might be of a very high level.

Now, all that remains to be seen is whether Derrick can bring back good news... Colin's gaze fell on the brown-haired youth who seemed to be asleep somewhere.

Colin had inadvertently revealed information about Amon to Derrick, including the method for purifying the contamination within extraordinary traits, all in order to enhance Derrick's importance at that mysterious gathering.

Only if Derrick demonstrates sufficient importance there will he be able to gain the help of the members of that gathering, or even the mysterious being known as the Fool, so that the exploration team can escape this time-traveling predicament.

Just as Colin turned his gaze to Derrick, Derrick opened his eyes and woke up.

Seeing Derrick nod slightly at him, Colin's tense emotions immediately relaxed a lot.

"Everyone, prepare to depart!"

……

Back in the real world, Fors sat down at her desk and pondered for a while about the Abraham family.

I might be able to take a slight look at what Little Sun did in Silver City, but I can't copy it entirely. After all, the Abraham family and Silver City are different... I can tell a limited part of the truth, just like what Emperor Roselle said: the most truthful lie is often nine truths plus one lie... Fors muttered a few words to himself and pulled out a notebook from a pile of ordinary miscellaneous books.

This is a occult notebook called "Spiritual Encounters," one of many notebooks left to Mrs. Anlisa.

The contents were illogical and absurd; just reading them could make one irritable. However, after Fors entered and exited the spirit world three times for various reasons, he discovered that the notebook might not be recording his delirium.

Now, Fors is going to try to study the contents of this notebook, because she finds that the more Tarot meetings she attends, the more she feels that she has too few bargaining chips at this mysterious gathering.

Although gold pounds are a hard currency, her meager royalties were barely enough to buy materials, let alone think about anything else.

Therefore, she could only enrich her knowledge of occultism through the notes left to her by Mrs. Anlisa, so that she would have more leverage at tarot gatherings.

To this end, she meditated and adjusted her breathing to try to be in the best possible state, otherwise reading the contents of "Spiritual Encounters" would bring her mania and confusion.

These words may not have any spirit, but when they are put together to describe those absurd scenes, they seem to have the ability to influence people's emotions... I take a five-minute break every five minutes of reading, I don't want to lose control because of this... Fors took out a small and exquisite pocket watch and placed it diagonally in front of the desk.

Yes, the little pocket watch has a big purpose.

Before this tarot reading, Fors never imagined that a small pocket watch could actually be used to see through illusions and dreams.

……

Queens, Earl Hall.

"You fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog..."

"Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World that I have made an excuse to check the Thousand-Faced Hunter fossil in Duke Negan's warehouse, and there is no spiritual light inside."

"In addition, I am supposed to be examined by the Psychological Alchemy Society this week. I beg you, Mr. Fool, to grant me your protection. In return, after joining the Psychological Alchemy Society, I will try to find at least ten pages of Russell's diary for you."

After Audrey finished praying, she gently exhaled.

Little Sun has promised her that after returning to Silver City from the exploration, he will sacrifice a psychoanalyst's extraordinary trait.

Psychoanalyst is the ancient term for psychologist.

Therefore, as long as she obtains the complete formula for the psychiatrist from the Psychological Alchemy Society, she will be able to advance to Sequence Seven very quickly.

With Mr. Fool's help, there's no need to worry about the review in a few days, which means I'll soon have my own extraordinary channels... Audrey thought happily, and even hummed a song with joy.

After enjoying herself for a while, Audrey took out a thick book from the drawer.

She turned to the page with the bookmark, glanced at the thickness of the remaining pages, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I'm almost finished with this book. I wonder if Little Arthas has any others..."

Chapter 188 The Curtain of Shadows

Tuesday, 7 Townsend Street, Queens.

"You mean MI9 asked you about the Black Emperor, the Robin Hood?" Arthur asked, his expression unsurprised.

“Well, after all, I was involved in the attack on the Capin villa that night, so it’s something that can be easily found out,” Hugh said, leaning back comfortably on the sofa.

"So how did you manage to get away with it?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"Heh, how else can I lie? Of course, I'll tell the truth. Anyway, I went there to save people. Meeting the Black Emperor was just a coincidence. I didn't even know the identity of that thief. Do you think MI9 can arrest me based on that?" Hugh said, pursing his lips.

“That’s not necessarily true. If they really arrest you, you’ll have nowhere to complain. You have to understand that MI9 is ​​a secret service organization; they won’t listen to reason or the law.” Arthur disagreed with Hugh’s opinion.

“But in fact, the masked man only asked me about what happened that night; he didn’t intend to arrest me,” Hugh said, shrugging.

That's because they used to be your father's subordinate and received a lot of help from him, so naturally they would be kind to you... Arthur muttered to himself.

"Besides, because of your suggestion, I have become a special consultant in the police station. I am a person with a clean record. Why would they arrest me casually?"

"And what about you? If I get caught, you'll definitely come to my rescue." Hugh had already figured out her response when the MI9 agent questioned her.

Therefore, she was not worried at all about anything happening to her.

"What do you mean by 'bail out'? That sounds awful. It makes me sound like some kind of behind-the-scenes protector. The official name for that is 'bail out,' okay?" Arthur said, somewhat speechless.

How could such an innocent young man do something as illegal and disorderly as "getting someone out of trouble"?

Arthur has always been a law-abiding person.

Hugh glanced at Arthur and muttered:

"Isn't bail just getting someone out of trouble? What's the difference?"

Arthur's expression immediately turned serious. He coughed lightly and said:

"Xiu, I have to criticize you for this. The same thing, said in different ways, gives people a different feeling."

"For example, the word 'unemployment' doesn't sound very nice, does it? But if we replace it with words like 'flexible employment' or 'slow employment,' it sounds much better, doesn't it?"

"For example, 'decline' can be described as 'negative growth,' elderly people in their seventies and eighties can be called 'young elderly,' and actions to protect one's legitimate wage rights can be described as malicious wage demands."

"That's what you call the art of language, Hugh, do you understand?"

Xiu was stunned, speechless for a long time before finally blurting out:

"Isn't this shameless?"

"Pfft, cough cough cough cough." Arthur couldn't help but cough while laughing.

His laughter grew louder and louder, more and more unrestrained, until finally tears streamed down his face.

"Hahaha, Hugh, you're right, this is shamelessness!" Arthur said, wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes.

Hugh looked at Arthur, whose emotions had gradually calmed down, and shook his head, saying:

"If this is the kind of language art, then I'd rather not learn it, because it's just too shameless."

Arthur nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Well, it's better not to learn it. There's really nothing worth learning about things that can be learned simply by abandoning your principles. Let's talk about something else."

"Speaking of which, besides asking you about the Black Emperor, didn't that MI9 agent ask you anything else? Like, about Kapin's safe? Such a large sum of money, wouldn't they be tempted?"

Hugh shook his head and replied:

"I didn't ask. I guess they already know I used the money to help those girls, so they can't bring themselves to say it."

Arthur suddenly realized:

"I see, that's good. By the way, I have an interrogator's extraordinary property here, would you like it?"

Hugh stared at the jewel-like object in Arthur's hand, paused for two seconds, then asked as if he understood something:

"Among those people killed by the Black Emperor the Thief that night, there seemed to be an Extraordinary being with the Judgement Path. Don't tell me that this Extraordinary trait is..."

“You’re right, this Interrogator trait comes from those people,” Arthur said with a light laugh.

Hiss~ Xiu gasped, feeling as if he had suddenly understood everything that had happened before.

"I was wondering what a coincidence that day was. Turns out you were in cahoots with that guy?" Hugh said, half-realizing and half-surprised.

"I guess so, but this is a very complicated area, and knowing too much won't do you any good."

"Alright, I didn't really want to know too much anyway." Hugh wasn't particularly curious and didn't intend to pry. Instead, he hesitated and said, "This Interrogator trait must be quite valuable, right? How much did you pay for it?"

“Eight hundred pounds will do,” Arthur said with a light laugh.

Hugh shook his head and said:

"No, the features of Sequence Seven should be no less than a thousand pounds. I've already received a lot of help from you. Just tell me the original price. Even at the original price, I've already made a profit."

“Alright, I bought it for 1,200 pounds.” Arthur had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Really?"

"real."

Hugh stared at Arthur's face for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he finally accepted the price.

"I haven't fully digested the Sheriff's Potion in my body yet, and I also need to get the auxiliary materials for the Interrogator's Formula from MI9. Let's wait a while. I can also use this time to save up some money. Can I keep this property with you for a while?"