Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

At one minute to three, Klein took four steps counterclockwise, just like before.

Frenzied screams and seductive whispers began to echo, but Klein found that his headache wasn't as bad as last time.

It's not that he's unaffected, but rather that he manages to control himself from actively listening.

Having become an "extraordinary person," he gained more self-control in this environment.

Soon, his "body" became lighter and floated upwards. He saw the pervasive, grayish-white, boundless, and hazy mist, and he saw the deep red "stars". Two of them seemed to have a subtle connection with him and felt strangely familiar.

Klein looked at his blurry reflection and muttered in confusion:

"The celestial beings that Old Neil was talking about?"

He paused for a few seconds, preparing to conjure the magnificent temple once more above the gray mist, when a question suddenly popped into his mind:

How did Lynn know that he was a time traveler? And how did he pinpoint his location in the Night Watchman's Underground?

More importantly, how come I only realized this now?

What exactly is Lynn plotting?

"Hiss—" Klein gasped, his chaotic thoughts beginning to surface, but he suppressed them little by little. The time for the Tarot meeting was approaching, and there was no time to think any further.

Klein transformed the palace once more, quietly walked to the head of the table and sat down, letting his body and face be shrouded in an even thicker gray mist. Then he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the three familiar "crimson" stars, establishing a strange connection.

Above the gray fog, inside the magnificent temple that resembled the residence of a giant king.

Deep red blossoms erupted on both sides of the bronze table, gushing upwards and then falling like fountains, "sculpting" three blurry figures whose positions remained unchanged from the last time.

With her smooth blonde hair and tall stature, Audrey instinctively looked up. There she saw a figure shrouded in thick gray fog leaning back, one hand resting on the edge of the table, the other hand loosely clenched, gently stroking her chin.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!" Audrey called out in a lighthearted tone.

Then, she turned her head to look at the person opposite her and spoke in the same tone:

Good afternoon, Mr. White Tower!

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man!"

This girl is really heartless. She's so sure I'm a good person, and she's not afraid at all? A well-protected noblewoman? Klein smiled, maintaining his enigmatic demeanor, and said:

Good afternoon, Miss Justice.

Lynn casually replied, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

Klein was about to begin

As he spoke, Klein lowered his head slightly, raised his loosely clenched left hand, and tapped his brow twice.

His vision changed instantly; he saw the aura emanating from "Justice" and the "Hanged Man"!

The surrounding gray fog and crimson stars remained unchanged, and nothing appeared that seemed nonexistent or that possessed a certain life-giving radiance.

With a slight shift in his gaze, Klein noticed that the aura and color of "Justice" perfectly matched Old Neil's description. The red was red where it should be, the purple was purple where it should be, the blue was blue where it should be, and the white was white where it should be. Moreover, the luster was bright and the thickness was just right. It looked like a vibrant young girl.

"Her emotional colors are red and yellow, happy, enthusiastic, excited..." Klein made his judgment and turned his attention to the "Hanged Man".

Similar to "Justice", the Hanged Man's aura color is not special, except that his emotions are blue, mixed with a few orange.

  

"Calm, thoughtful, cautious, and a little bit of satisfaction?" Klein drew his conclusion with little confidence on his first attempt.

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The innermost layer of the aura of "The Hanged Man" and "Justice" seems to be completely unified in color and feeling!

Klein focused his mind and looked more closely. He could vaguely see that deep within the "Hanged Man's" "etheric body" was a deep blue color, like the sea, giving people a feeling of raging winds and waves.

He turned to look at "Justice" again and found that the depths of "Justice's" "etheric body" were pure and tranquil, like a lake that clearly reflects things.

"So it seems that the Hanged Man is truly extraordinary, and even seems to be stronger than Old Neil." Klein's thoughts were in turmoil, and his heart was filled with doubts. "Not necessarily. Perhaps it's just because of this special environment, just because this is my home turf, that I can see these things. It's not that Old Neil didn't have similar performances."

"It seems that Miss Justice has become an Extraordinary. Mr. White Tower's formula was indeed correct last time."

Just as Klein was about to look away, he suddenly noticed that the high-backed chair belonging to "Miss Justice" had changed.

The glittering stars on the back of the chair moved rapidly, forming a fantastical constellation that did not belong to reality.

To Klein, this constellation was so familiar because it was a symbolic representation in the mystical.

A symbol representing a "dragon"!

The audience… the dragon… Klein controlled himself not to shake his head, and looked inquisitively at the high-backed chair of the “Hanged Man”.

Normally, from his angle of view, he certainly wouldn't be able to see the back of the chair, but this was his domain, and everything was presented according to his will.

The constellation behind the chair remained unchanged, but Klein, who had already grasped the basics of mysticism, was no longer as clueless as before and recognized it as a symbol of "storm".

Sailor... Sea-loving one... Storm... That's fine... The color deep within the "Hanged Man's" aura has become even purer... He's advanced? By the way, what's that symbol behind my seat?

Klein suppressed his impulse and smiled as he said:

"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are now an extraordinary being."

"He can tell right away?" Audrey paused for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Fool, thank you Mr. White Tower."

As he pondered, Klein seemed to realize something and began to look at the "White Tower" sitting across the long table.

The White Pagoda has no aura or color!

Beneath the faint gray mist, only a solitary flame, its dark purple tinged with starlight, burned in a ghostly green hue, standing alone in the world.

Green fire!

Klein was startled, but then relaxed. The green fire of the White Tower felt to be on a higher level than Lynn's, and felt to be closer to the bottom of the universe.

Is that a manifestation of the White Pagoda itself?

Klein wondered, "Has it shed its human form and become something else? Is it on the same path as Lynn?"

Klein reviewed his knowledge and suspected that the White Tower was the angel Lynn mentioned. Lynn claimed to be a Sequence Three being, while the Sequence Two angels underwent another qualitative change, becoming complete mythical beings.

Thankfully, Klein breathed a sigh of relief; he was now somewhat afraid to see Lynn.

Not only was the discovery of the Fool a sign of Klein's social death, but he now genuinely felt that Lynn was acting strangely.

Klein then "looked" at the seat of the White Tower. The stars behind the seat changed and eventually turned into a star map.

The "stars" behind other people's seats form mystical symbols, but what does it mean if they directly become the starry sky?

Klein controlled himself and didn't shake his head. At that moment, Alger finished his greeting.

Lynn watched as Klein scanned everyone, already realizing that the novice in spiritual vision was using it to examine them.

"This isn't entirely because of my gut feeling," Lynn thought to himself. "The plan to separate Lynn's and White Tower's identities had a flaw, which has now been barely corrected, disguising White Tower as a higher-ranking entity."

"But my gut feeling is still pounding; what have I forgotten?"

Lynn pondered, reflecting on his past experiences, and then suddenly realized something.

Klein didn't even consider why he knew in advance that he was a time traveler?

He already had the answers ready!

He could directly say that the transmigrator had a special aura, and that he, as a demigod, could hide it because of his special abilities and detection capabilities.

But Klein didn't ask!

Lynn gasped, and logically, part of the air he inhaled should have been the same air Klein had just breathed in.

Of course, in reality everyone is astral spirit, and there is no air here.

Damn Adam!