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Earl Hall stroked his elegant mustache, his azure eyes filled with a smile: "Audrey's trip to the Southern Continent with the Church will broaden her horizons. It's almost the end of December, and the Queen will officially announce her social coming-of-age at the New Year's Eve ball."
"I plan to have Audrey join the charity foundation you and the Church co-founded next year. She should have learned a lot in the Southern Continent this time and should be well-suited for the job."
Aaron nodded. As his fiancée and the daughter of Earl Hall, the leader of the New Party, Audrey was undoubtedly the most suitable person for fundraising, government liaison, and organizing events.
Putting down his teacup, Aaron stood up and bowed. After bidding farewell to Earl Hall, he activated his teleportation.
A rich, colorful oil painting world appeared and receded, and Aaron had already arrived in a simply decorated living room.
Looking at the ice cream on the table, still emanating a chill and clearly just delivered, Aaron unceremoniously picked one up and tasted it, then raised an eyebrow slightly:
"Pure, top-grade ice cream from Trier, the capital of Intis. Tsk tsk, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself."
Will Auceptin, who only reached Aaron's waist, emerged from the Darkness, holding a small silver spoon, digging into the light green ice cream in his hand, and muttering softly:
"Hmph, none of your business. Also, one serving of ice cream costs 100 pounds, no credit allowed."
Aaron, who had only felt Will Auceptin's summons and didn't know what the fellow wanted, chuckled indifferently, taking out 100 pounds in cash and placing it on the table.
He wasn't a "Poor God," so this amount of money was nothing to him.
"I'm not some unscrupulous merchant; taking 100 pounds from you is just for labor. Don't you have a Sealed Artifact that can summon Historical Void projections?"
"As long as you summon this ice cream from your past self, you can establish a subtle connection with me, who represents Destiny, and receive the favor of luck. Hmm, each serving of ice cream can represent a portion of luck."
Aaron looked at Will Auceptin with some surprise, muttering in his heart:
"This guy is rarely so generous; he must want something…"
As soon as the thought arose, he indeed heard the subsequent words:
"Rejoice encountered Kisma, the 'Dark Saint' of the Aurora Order, in the Berserk Sea. That Lunatic from the Aurora Order has an item bestowed by Ouroboros that can sense the aura of the 'Die of Probability'."
After briefly explaining the situation, Will Auceptin glanced at Aaron, who was slightly frowning, and continued to add:
"With my current state, I can only interfere to a certain extent. Rejoice has already led Kisma away. I know your relationship with Bernadette is extraordinary; a Black Knight Beyonder characteristic is enough for her to help you create a very powerful Mystical Item."
"What's more, with the help of the Aurora Order, he has Shepherded other Demigods. If you hunt him, the gains will definitely be substantial. How about it? I can have Rejoice act as bait and fully cooperate with you."
Aaron was already tempted. A super-enhanced "Shepherd" glove was still very appealing.
Moreover, although he didn't know if there were other Demigods being Shepherded, Aaron knew for sure that this "Dark Saint" had Shepherded at least one Shaman King.
Although very tempted, Aaron still shook his head, looking at the "that's not like you" expression on Will Auceptin's face, and slowly explained:
"I agree to the hunt, but not now. At least, it has to wait for some time."
He, or rather, those connected to the "Lord of Order," were probably already on the True Creator's blacklist. The hostile relationship was already confirmed, so he wasn't afraid of adding another entry to the blacklist.
However, the current timing was delicate. The Aurora Order was still preparing to use the Great Smog to allow the True Creator to descend in Backlund. Taking action now to hunt another Aurora Order Saint would almost be equivalent to inviting trouble.
He wasn't afraid while he was outside, but Cavendish, who was still searching for the Demonic Wolf Kotar in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, would be in great trouble. He had to at least give him some time.
Will Auceptin puffed out his cheeks, appearing somewhat cute:
"Alright, then Rejoice will have to suffer for a bit. If you still can't take action within 3 months, I'll have someone send the 'Die of Probability' to you, and you can keep it for a while."
His eyes flickered slightly as Aaron scrutinized Will Auceptin, guessing that the fellow might be restarting soon. After some thought, he asked:
"To what extent can the 'Die of Probability' be activated before it reaches your acceptable limit?"
Will Auceptin, still eating ice cream, suddenly tilted his head back, staring intently at Aaron. After a long pause, he said in a muffled voice:
"I warn you, don't misuse the 'Die of Probability.' Directly affecting existences Above the Sequence 1, even just once, will completely activate Him."
"At that time, I won't be able to Seal Him, and you'll only be able to ask the 'Empress of Misfortune and Terror' to personally Seal Him for you."
Misfortune includes bad luck and is part of Destiny. The Goddess has the corresponding authority, so she can naturally Seal the "Die of Probability," not to mention now there's also the River of Eternal Darkness water…
Aaron was first startled, and an immature plan slowly took shape, a smile immediately appearing on his face.
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Backlund, South of the Bridge, inside an unmarked herb shop.
Fat Apothecary Darkwill, who had already advanced to Beast Tamer, was wearing a country shaman-style black robe, rubbing his hands excitedly as he mixed the collected materials into a bottle of pale golden potion.
"I collected the potion formula and Beyonder materials according to the standards of a giant dragon. With the Beast Tamer's ability as assistance, this time I should be able to get a pet that can help me deal with Monsters and gang thugs."
"I'm really looking forward to it…"
Darkwill walked into the depths of the herb shop, through shelves filled with bottles and jars, and arrived at a clean and tidy room, where a black iron cage was placed, containing a wide-eyed owl.
Seeing the fat Apothecary enter, the owl hooted softly, appearing quite Close and full of spirituality.
It was highly probable that animals consuming Beyonder potions would lose control. Although Darkwill had advanced to Sequence 8, as a Beast Tamer, his current combat strength was approximately zero. If he wanted to deal with a lost-control defective product, a sturdy cage could give him enough reaction time and also allow him to observe the entire process.
To maximize the success rate, after all, even the lowest Sequence 9 potion cost over 400 pounds. If it failed, even for him, it would almost be like returning to square one.
So, for the past few days, he had been wandering around the various circuses in Backlund, and with the Beast Tamer's special sense, he finally found this highly spiritual owl.
Placing the prepared potion in front of the cage, Darkwill slowly sat down. Before the chubby owl could react, he directly poured the potion from the reagent tube down its throat.
Looking at the startled owl flapping its wings, Darkwill immediately concentrated, and an invisible fluctuation spread, enveloping the entire room, soothing the owl.
Perhaps he was lucky, or perhaps the owl's high spirituality truly played a role; although there were some close calls, it ultimately succeeded.
Looking at the owl, which was slumped on the ground with no obvious changes, Darkwill scratched his head in confusion, until his gaze met its somewhat "resentful" large eyes.
"Damn it, why are this silly bird's eyes like that…"
Darkwill muttered, confirming that the potion had been successfully swallowed and hadn't caused loss of control, then he opened the cage and said to himself:
"Lucky silly bird, from now on, you'll follow me. I guarantee you'll eat well and drink well, and I'll take care of any female birds you want."
"Hmm, from now on, I'll call you Harry. Tomorrow, we can head to the Berserk Sea. I wonder how Teacher is doing."
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Above the gray and white fog, at the head of the bronze long table.
Klein's Spirituality surged, pouring into the flowing crimson light, easily establishing a mysterious and stable connection.
Ademisaul's figure instantly appeared beside the bronze long table, sitting in a chair that did not belong to a current member of the Tarot Club.
The pattern behind the chair instantly changed, revealing a silver ring covered in mysterious patterns.
As expected… Klein nodded imperceptibly, patiently waiting for the other party to speak.
Ademisaul's expression was somewhat dazed. One second he was on a small island, the next he was in a towering, majestic palace with a high dome, below which was an endless, quiet gray fog. Such a terrifying and bizarre experience made him somewhat timid.
Recalling his teacher's resolute departing figure, he took a deep breath and looked at the figure leisurely seated at the head of the mottled long table.
Before he could speak, in a trance, he saw a thin, slightly diffusing gray-white fog, within which vaguely appeared a brilliant light Door stained with some greenish-black.
That light Door was composed of countless layers of overlapping light spheres, and the body of each light sphere was a pile of distorted worms huddled together. Some of these worms were transparent, some translucent, bearing symbols and patterns that were either complex and indescribable or profound in meaning.
Before Ademisaul could clearly see the specific details, his mind suddenly buzzed, his eyes burned, and illusory blood flowed out.
Evil and terrifying, indescribable whispers echoed in his ears, instantly filling his senses with extreme pain, and his body began to twitch and tremble uncontrollably.
His face and the back of his hands quickly cracked open with fissures revealing flesh and blood, and transparent, illusory worms seemed to squirm within, about to form countless indescribable eyes.
Ademisaul's screams and groans echoed above the gray fog, making Klein, who was sitting upright, look bewildered, directly experiencing the pain the other party was enduring.
Looking at the disgusting and hideous scene, Klein hurriedly gently stroked his palms, allowing the gray fog to silently suppress and calm Ademisaul's abnormality.
His trembling began to subside at a visible rate, the flesh and blood fissures on his body gradually closed, his thoughts slowly returned, and he regained awareness of everything around him.
The pain he had just experienced felt a little familiar; it was somewhat similar to the effect of seeing the great existence in the Astral World "unluckily" on Oravi Island.
Therefore, he undoubtedly believed that The Fool, who "does not belong to this era," was essentially very likely a God, a true God, an immeasurable and unpeepable God!
Looking at Ademisaul, who had returned to normal and dared not look up again, Klein had already clarified his thoughts. Ademisaul's reaction just now might have been the normal reaction of a Beyonder of the Destiny Pathway upon seeing him.
As for the little boy in Backlund who gave him the Wheel of Fortune card, he was clearly unaffected by the backlash of this gray fog space, so he might have seen more from Klein.
Perhaps, the honorific name of The Fool was leaked this way…
Sighing in his heart, Klein taught this "Monster" whom he had met once to conjure a pair of glasses to block his vision, preventing him from seeing what he shouldn't.
Feeling his Spirituality relax, Ademisaul breathed a sigh of relief, respectfully stating his identity and the crisis he faced, and finally asked with some trepidation:
"Great Mr. Fool, how can I obtain your help?"
Dark Saint? Your teacher can't handle it, what can I do to help you?
Hmm, but a Demigod in the fate domain, even if he can't win, he should be able to escape and hide for a while.
The pervasive gray fog concealed the twitching of Klein's mouth. Resisting the urge to cover his face with his hand, he maintained The Fool's demeanor and said in a profound tone:
"In the short term, your teacher will not be in danger. There are some people similar to you here who have established a regular gathering, and I am the witness."
Understanding Klein's hint, Ademisaul's eyes brightened, and he immediately said:
"I want to join this gathering!"
Since he couldn't avoid it, he would accept this olive branch and see what the Life School of Thought truly wanted to do… Klein leaned back in his chair leisurely and said:
"You may."
"You may not reveal it without my permission."
"Good!" Ademisaul responded without hesitation. Anyway, as an orphan again, he had nothing left to lose, and this might be his chance to become stronger.
Klein tapped his left index finger, causing the remaining Tarot cards to materialize on the bronze long table:
"They each chose a Tarot card as their codename. You can also draw one."
"The cards that already have owners have been removed from this deck."
Using Tarot cards as codenames… Ademisaul didn't dare to ask too much. He extended his right hand and drew a card from the Tarot deck.
When he turned it over, he saw a silver ring covered in mysterious patterns.
It was the Wheel of Fortune card!
Perhaps this is the arrangement of fate… Ademisaul gazed at the Tarot card in his hand, his emotions somewhat complex.
"Go back. The gathering is every Monday at three in the afternoon, on time."
The Fool, enveloped in "gray fog," raised his hand, and Ademisaul, who hastily bowed, disappeared from the ancient palace.
Looking at the palace that had become quiet again, The Fool, Klein, curled his lips and turned all the Tarot cards face up.
They all had the same image, the same silver ring covered in mysterious patterns.
Every Tarot card he had taken out was the Wheel of Fortune card!
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