Mystery: A Spark

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and comforted himself:

"Actually, you don't need to care too much. Hasn't your master repeatedly warned you not to blindly believe in the results of divination and astrology?"

"While divination and astrology can obtain information from the spirit world, they can also be subject to interference or misleading information, so..."

As he was talking, he couldn't go on.

Ordinary people's fates may be interfered with or misled, but the fate of that young man named Arthur was completely covered up and could not be seen, so how could it be interfered with or misled?

Narzdo had guessed why Arthas's astrological reading had yielded results: it was likely that Arthas and Arthur had some kind of deep-seated mystical connection.

Through this connection, Arthas was able to perform astrological divination on its master.

However, he hasn't yet figured out the specific connection.

And it's estimated that only this little thing can do that.

This means that unless a powerful external force reverses Arthur's fate, the outcome of this astrological reading is certain.

However, if we want to use external force to reverse the situation, we must figure out exactly what the turning point of Arthur's death was.

But the problem is that no one else can see the young man's fate.

Astrology, which allows one to glimpse a little about Arthas, can only lead to the conclusion that he is "certainly doomed."

This led to a stalemate.

"Alright, stop crying. The reason you wanted to form the Scourge Legion in the first place was because you foresaw that your master would one day face a life-or-death crisis, right?"

“Look at your master’s ability to cause trouble. He’s always getting himself into serious trouble. This day will surely come sooner or later.” Narzdor reached out and stroked Arthas’s fur.

Arthas sobbed, and said in a tearful voice:

"Of course I know all that, but he will die before I form the Scourge Legion, and he will still die after I form the Legion. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to form the Scourge Legion?"

Nalzdo was amused by this remark and said:

"How can this be considered a waste of time? Perhaps before the project was completed, your master could only live for two months, but after the project, your master can live for three months. Isn't that an extra month?"

"You only have three months to live, you jinx!" Arthas said angrily to Narzdor.

"You dare call me a jinx? You little brat, do you still want to save your master's life?" Narzdor said with a smile to Arthas.

Arthas paused for a moment, then quickly adopted a docile expression and said:

"Sir, please forgive my mistake, what do you need me to do? Just tell me."

Narzdor smiled slightly, waved to Arthas, and said:

"Come here, little one, come closer, let's do this..."

……

Inside a room covered with a thick, soft carpet.

The quill pen being held stopped writing.

Below it, spread out, were lines of words and numerous scribbles:

(smear)

"The target showed unusual vigilance and resistance to the status quo, and had a very strong intention to get rid of the status quo, but did not take any substantial action."

……

"The target made contact with Talim Dumont, but did not discuss anything that could change the situation."

……

"The target made contact with Talim Dumont once again, but they still only talked about very ordinary topics."

"The target neither sought anyone's help nor had any intention of escaping."

"Everything is going as planned, and the project will proceed smoothly."

……

The middle-aged man, whose features were sculpted but who was blind in one eye, put down his quill pen, looked at the woman to his side, and said:

"I thought she would put up a very strong resistance and cause some trouble for our plans, but she seemed quite docile."

The woman chuckled softly and said:

"Of course, as the vessel for our Lord's descent, she was carefully selected and nurtured by us."

The middle-aged man nodded and then said:

"But the workers' mutual aid association seems to be quite restless lately, and I always feel like they're brewing something big."

"If we let them continue to develop, it may affect our plans."

The woman chuckled softly and said:

"Isn't that simple? We can launch the plan ahead of time, since most of the preparations have already been completed."

As she spoke, she pulled her hair back, revealing her fair and slender neck.

Then, she slowly applied various products to her face, making her even more radiant.

Watching her gracefully put on her clothes and jewelry, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and said:

"where are you going?"

The woman didn't answer directly, but smiled and said:

"Watch out for that quill pen in your hand; you almost swapped bodies with someone last time."

"I don't need you to remind me," the middle-aged man with deep blue, almost black eyes said sternly.

The woman tightened her belt, making herself appear even thinner, then stretched slightly and yawned, covering her mouth.

"I'm going to visit Mr. A from the Aurora Club."

"Hopefully he's as crazy as the rumors say."

As she spoke, the middle-aged man who was blind in one eye suddenly turned somber, because the ordinary quill pen began to write on its own, as if an invisible hand was holding it.

……

Monday at 3 PM sharp.

A deep red and ethereal light rose up, transforming into figures above the gray mist.

"Justice" Audrey looked around in a good mood, but didn't find any new members.

She has been living a relaxed and happy life lately, going to the East District every day to teach the children to read and write, which gives her a great sense of satisfaction.

And little Vina's spirits have improved recently; she's no longer as listless as before... Audrey smiled, very satisfied with her feeding technique.

She stood up, turned her gaze to the head of the long bronze table, and gave a slight bow, lifting the hem of her skirt:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~ Good afternoon..."

After the usual greetings, Audrey sat down and began to observe the changes in the other members.

Mr. "Chariot" remained as composed as ever, as if everything was under his control.

After bowing, Mr. Hanged Man glanced at Mr. Fool with a hint of curiosity, then looked at Mr. World with anticipation... In other words, he, who had close ties with the Church of Storms, knew the details of Duke Negan's assassination, learned that the rogue "Black Emperor" had made an appearance, and had a desire to investigate the truth hidden behind the incident... In addition, he was also very likely to have obtained the material, the hair of the Deep Sea Naga.

Hmm, Little Sun and Fors seem to be in a good mood. It seems they've been having a good time lately, or maybe something good has happened to them.

However, Mr. "World" is still so unfathomable. I'm already at Sequence Seven... Many thoughts raced through Audrey's mind as she looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist and said:

“Dear Mr. Fool, I have received three new pages of Russell’s diary.”

This was a copy she had obtained from the "Psychological Alchemy Society." Because it was only mentioned last night, time was short, and Islant only had time to give her three pages.

"What kind of reward do you want?" Klein asked with a smile.

Audrey answered sincerely:

"Consider this payment for answering my question earlier, okay?"

After learning of Duke Negan's assassination and the involvement of the Black Emperor, she inquired about the situation from Mr. Fool and learned of the name "The Twilight Hermits."

So when Audrey said that, she had a strange sense of pride, because the others probably didn't know about the existence of the "Twilight Hermits."

No, Mr. Chariot knows so much about mysticism, he might actually know... Audrey glanced at Arthur without showing any emotion, suppressing her desire to boast.

Three pages of diary entries weren't much, and Klein finished reading them quickly.

This diary entry contains a lot of useful information.

It mentions the conversation between Emperor Roselle and Mr. Men, in which Mr. Men talked about the "primordial moon" and the situation of the "angel family" in the Fourth Age.

Among the "angel families" mentioned by Mr. Men, Klein saw three names that caught his attention.

"Antigonus", "Zarathustra", and "Amun".

Arthur once mentioned that there was a Seer Path Sequence One in the Secret Order, who should be a member of the "Zarathustra" family... I wonder what their current situation is. I wish they were sealed away like Mr. Men... Klein secretly hoped.

The rest of the diary entries are about Bernadette's extraordinary path, as well as the "spiritual stitch" and the name of the original witch.

The Primordial Witch actually has a male name, that's quite a lot of information... Klein waved his hand, scattering the diary in his hand, and smiled at the members below:

"You can start."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," immediately looked towards the "world" and said:

“I’ve found a clue to the material, Deep Sea Naga Hair. It costs 100 pounds per strand, and you need five in total. If you have no questions about this deal, I’ll complete it as soon as possible.”

The materials for the "Faceless Man" are finally complete... Klein responds without hesitation by controlling the "world":

"No problem, I hope to get the materials as soon as possible, and I will give you the cash when I receive the materials."

Alger then looked at Arthur and said:

"Your magical item has found another buyer. The offer is four thousand two hundred pounds, which is the highest offer from everyone in recent times. Do you think you should sell it?"

"Four thousand two...okay, that's the price." Arthur nodded in agreement.

“Phew~ As agreed, I get four hundred and twenty pounds.” Alger said with a sigh of relief.

He had been trying to find many buyers for this magical item these days, but Arthur was never satisfied with the price and was unwilling to sell it.

Alger had no choice but to continue spreading the message through various channels.

Now I've finally received this brokerage fee.