The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Do these images refer to twenty-two different people?"

Andrew's thinking was not a wild and unfounded fantasy, because there was a vague sentence in some of the few surviving documents—

Each card in the Major Arcana represents a deity.

Now that the gods have disappeared, Merlin VI's prophecy could not possibly affect the realm of the gods.

"Is it... one of the contestants? Or one of the undead?"

"Furthermore, even if it represents the cards themselves, what meaning would it possibly have?"

Andrew kept thinking, racking his brains.

Most of the work is not mentally taxing; colleagues from other departments will proactively prepare the information, and all I have to do is follow the instructions.

"No, I can't think of anything."

After racking his brains for a long time, Andrew's handsome face was full of helplessness.

That's it, I've become the kind of person I look down on.

He's a rude person whose mind is all muscle and who can't think for himself.

That's really inelegant.

"call……"

He let out a long sigh, and just as Andrew sighed self-deprecatingly, a voice sounded behind him.

call……

It was as if a weary monster had let out a relieved groan, and a cold wind brushed against Andrew's neck.

A chill ran down his neck, his hair stood on end, and Andrew, terrified, suddenly looked behind him!

!!!

A gray ghost with a somewhat aged face was staring at him with a blank look, motionless.

"when!?"

Whoosh!

With a sudden burst of speed, Andrew rushed out of the secret chamber without thinking, and threw three short daggers from his chest the instant he was far away.

Deng Deng Deng!

The high-speed flying dagger was not hindered and passed straight through the ghost's body, embedding itself in the wall behind it.

Attacking with an enchanted dagger is not just a physical attack; it also has a certain killing power against spirits and vengeful ghosts.

The dagger pierced through, leaving three holes in the gray ghost's body.

wave.

Then, as if deflated, the already ethereal ghost became even more illusory, and its entire "body" began to dissipate inch by inch in place.

Without resisting or running away, the ghost remained where it was, looking at Andrew with a complicated gaze.

No malicious intent?

Recovering quickly from the sudden fright, Andrew stopped at the entrance to the secret room, staring at the ghost:

"Are you still conscious!? Who are you? Are you... Merlin VI?"

The most likely candidate to exist in this secret chamber is Merlin VI, the one who left the malevolent prophecy.

However, it seems that all the resentment has been left in the prophecy, and there is not a trace of resentment left on the ghost in front of us.

The ghost's dissipation spread to the head, and it finally reacted.

The ghost, with only half an eye left, laughed.

That was a terrifying, chilling smile!

The gray ghost stared at Andrew, its voice echoing intermittently in his ears:

"You...you will be..."

"Next……"

wave.

Before he could finish speaking, the gray phantom vanished completely, leaving no trace.

With a serious expression, Andrew's demeanor remained largely unchanged despite the other party's final words.

"I will not be you."

Never!

His blood flowed with the nobility and elegance of the aristocracy, and he would not allow himself to fall into such a miserable state as the other person.

"But I have no grudge against him. Did he really only appear at the end to say a curse against me?"

Andrew couldn't understand or comprehend the other party's motives.

Clutching the pages of the prophecy book, Andrew stepped out of the secret chamber and looked out the window at the bustling night.

"His prophecies all seem to contain some special meaning..."

After thinking for a moment, Andrew finally gave up on trying to figure it out himself.

"Forget it... I think it's time to stop thinking about it. I think it's time to use this."

If you can be lazy, don't torture yourself.

If you can use an external brain, why not use it?

Lamenting his own decadence, Andrew reached into the lining of his exquisite clothes.

He pulled a silver badge from his pocket.

And the design on the badge...

It's a crow without a purpose!

……

……

On the cruise ship, the legends chatted in twos and threes, not only about the competition in "Star Chaser," but also about other things.

It's just a game to pass the time, and with so many legends involved, it's also a great opportunity for interaction.

Apart from Keynes, no one else approached Augustus or disturbed him.

Augustus was pleased with this scene and watched silently.

Finally, his usually calm, blue eyes showed a slight change when Andrew picked up the prophetic poem.

"Prophecy, yet another prophecy."

"...My lord, what exactly is the [Observer Project] looking for?"

A specific person?

Or perhaps, a glimmer of hope?

"Now it seems the most likely scenario is..."

With a slight shift in his gaze, Augustus looked at the young figure who was pulling the necromancer aside and pouring out his heart.

Is that you?

"What role do you play in the prophecy?"

"...A demon?"

---Aside---

This prophetic poem was more difficult to write than I had imagined.

Most of the subplots in this volume are hidden within it.

Also, I've been incredibly busy lately...

Specific reasons:

1. My immediate supervisor, the vice president, fell on his toe while working out at the gym, fracturing his toe and is now recovering at home... He's pushing some of the work that should be done at the office onto me.

2. My advertising sales manager is on annual leave for half a month... and he's pushing his work onto me.

3. The local marketing director is elusive... and he's dumping all sorts of trivial tasks on me.

Double the amount!

This is so hard for me... Help me.

Chapter 197 Bishop Charles

Ning Feng was completely unaware of the changes happening on Andrew's side and in the outside world; all his energy was now focused on dealing with Bishop Charles in front of him.

After a period of friendly exchanges, Ning Feng and the necromancer, who shared the same plight, had reached the point where they could exchange names.

It wasn't just Ning Feng's influence and guidance that worked; it was also because Bishop Charles had always been waiting for someone like him to confide in.

night, deeper.

The two returned to their original positions, but this time the tea that had made Ning Feng feel ashamed was no longer on the table.

"Like you, I don't know when it started, but I can no longer hear the voice of the gods."

With his head bowed, Charlie finally spoke slowly after a long silence:

"You know, I've been feeling lost about this situation for a long time now..."

“I love my Lord, and even though she has neglected and abandoned me, my faith has never changed.”

He spoke these words without the slightest hesitation, as a steadfast and devout believer.

"I am a servant of God, and I am willing to give everything for God, whether it be my body or my soul."

At this moment, the calm voice changed, becoming deeper:

"I don't know when it started, but I've noticed... I always lose my nighttime memories."