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Klein had just put on a double-breasted long dress, picked up a half-high silk hat, and walked to the door, and suddenly heard the illusory pray of reverberation.

Who? He frowned slightly, listening to the ear, but only confirmed that the petitioner is a woman, and the voice is intermittent, it seems to contain great pain.

Thinking about it, there is nothing particularly important. The new "magician" Klein throws it away, so that the half-height silk hat is hung on the coat rack without any mistakes. He returns to the bedroom and goes back four steps to enter the majestic Palace.

This time, he did not see which illusory star was expanding and contracting the deep red light, but at the end of the old and mottled bronze long table, the side of the Fool's seat, with clear brilliance in a circle.

"The non-Talo members prayed... Hugh, or the lady with a slightly curly brown hair?" Klein sat down in his own position with speculation.

Because he has taken the money in the unregistered account, he has no doubt who is trying to steal his wealth.

Back slightly, Klein left his hand and spread the spirit, touching the aperture that swayed.

The scenes around him changed, and he saw the overturned coffee table, the sloping sofa, the books and papers on the floor, and a dying lady.

At the same time, Klein heard the other party's prayers:

"Not belonging to this age, the fool..."

"Over the fog, mysterious master..."

"Hands, good luck, the king of yellow and black..."

"Help me, save me..."

"help me"? Look at her look, some seem out of control, the hair is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin's cuticle has been covered with a strange white mans, how can I save it... Klein carefully observed for a few seconds Very embarrassed to say a word.

At this moment, he discerned a faint illusory, unobvious slang from the painful pray of the lady.

Yes, slang!

This kind of horror slang is the same as before entering the fog, but it is not crazy at all, it is not evil at all, and it does not contain obvious malice.

"It seems that the woman is getting out of control because she heard the proverb... If she no longer hears, can she calm down and improve?" Klein thoughtfully stretched his hand to the swaying aperture.

Then, he allowed his spiritual madness to surge, establishing a solid and mysterious connection.

- After being promoted to "Magician", his spirituality is abundant, and the burden in this area is correspondingly small.

............

Fowl's head became more and more confused, feeling that his thoughts were like boiled boiling water, constantly bubbling up and trying to punch the beginning of the bondage.

"I'm dying... I don't want, don't, become a monster..." Her thoughts flashed through her thoughts, and the tide of pain drowned.

Suddenly, she was awake, and the pain, irritability, madness and despair that had been deeply rooted before seemed to be absent, but an illusion.

Is it so fast today? Are there any extensions during the **** month? Fols doubtfully opened the eyes that he had just closed unconsciously, and saw that there was boundless gray fog underneath, and there was an ancient mottled bronze long table in front of him.

This is where? She looked around and saw a towering stone pillar and saw the palace of the pillars propped up by the pillars.

Then, she found the top of the bronze long table, with a mysterious anomaly that looked like a bird's-eye that was wrapped in thick fog.

What is this place? Who is he? Firth was alert and alert again in his heart.

Immediately, she remembered what she had just done!

Under extreme pain, she mourned the mysterious mantra that was found in the History of the Aristocrats of the Kingdom of Lun, suspected of pointing to the mysterious mantra of an evil spirit!

No, not just evil spirits! He can actually let me get rid of the terrible slang for a while... and pull me into this strange world... This...Folth endures the inner fear and half-lifts a ritual:

"excuse me, you are……"

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the specific content of the mantra, blurted out and debuted:

"You are a fool! Amount, sir."

"Are you a fool?"

Klein smiled and said:

"It’s okay to call me Mr. Fool directly."

While speaking, he found that behind the chair where Fowles was sitting, the symbolic symbols and mysterious patterns formed by the stars were changing rapidly.

In just one or two seconds, there is a door that is layered inside, and the door is made up of countless illusory ones!

"door"? As soon as Klein saw the symbol, he immediately recalled Mr. Gate, mentioned in the Russell Diary.

The other party will be near the real world at the full moon, and cry out for help!

Is the slang just now related to Mr. "Gate"? Um... Today is the **** night, an enhanced version of the full moon... This lady corresponds to the "door", the symbol behind the former Miss Hugh’s seat is similar to the "Judge of Judgment"... Klein Micro The invisible location is down.

He confirmed a certain situation, that is, once a firm connection is established and the other party is an extraordinary person, the symbol behind the corresponding seat will change with the actual situation of the other party. It is not necessary to join the Tarot Club. Go to the fog above.

At this time, in the heart of Fols, there was a storm:

Fool... It really is a fool... That name really points to a strong existence!

What is he going to do? Will it let me trade with my soul?

Oh, at least, at least it’s better than losing control in that terrible slang... I’ve got a life back, and after all, it’s equal to earning...

Between her thoughts, she suddenly heard the "fool" Mr. smiled and asked:

"Every time you are at the full moon, you will hear a slang that doesn't know where you are from?"

How does he know? Fols looked away and replied slyly:

"Yes."

The voice did not fall, she suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked:

"You, you, know the origins of the proverb? Do you know who is invading me? Do you know how to solve this problem completely?"

It was a poor worm that was lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm... Klein intended to answer this words that could shape his image. After thinking about it, he felt that he could not be sure that the slang that the woman heard before came from Mr. "Gate".

In order not to make mistakes, in order not to lose face in the future, he skipped the other party’s problem and said with a vague smile:

"He doesn't necessarily want to hurt you, maybe he is just asking for help."

Therefore, proverbs are not malicious, not crazy, not evil.

"Seek for help from me? But the slang has made me more and more out of control. If it wasn't for you, I might have become a monster now." Fols asked in disbelief.

Klein smiled and said:

"That's because you are too weak."

"I am too weak?" Fols was wrong and stunned.

Klein explained a little:

"Your life level is too far from the other side. Maybe, he just breathes normally. The storm can tear you into pieces. Maybe he just glances at you and you will die on the spot."

"Of course, if he deliberately controls his own strength, he can't communicate with you normally. However, his voice may have to go through layers of obstacles to reach your ears. Deliberate control often means cry for help. Oh, I am Say, suppose he is calling for help."

The level of life is too far apart... Look at me, I will die on the spot... Fols heard a glimpse of it, and it took a long time to squeeze out a smile:

"This reminds me of a sentence."

"Do not look directly at God..."

Klein smiled at her and didn't make a positive answer.

Is that terrible proverb really coming from the proximity of the gods? "Footer" can help me to rule out the influence of the other party, and always talk about it in a rather plain tone... Does this mean that he is equal to the level of life that exists? The more I thought about it, the more shocked I was, and the body appeared to be shuddering.

Klein waited for a few seconds and asked instead:

"How long will the proverb last for every full moon?"

"Three to five minutes, if it is a **** night, it will be more than seven minutes." Foers converged his thoughts and answered honestly.

When I heard this, Klein increasingly felt that the owner of the proverb was Mr. "Gate".

He temporarily pressed this thing and smiled and said:

"In a few minutes, you can go back."

"There is only one solution to the problem, which is to improve your life level."

Fols hesitated and said:

“When I meet the full moon, can I miss your name?”

"I, I will be your devotee!"

"No, no." Klein shook his head with a smile. "But I don't mind helping you with a bunch of help."

"Thank you so much!" Although Fols suspected that he was dealing with the evil spirits, she never wanted to experience the painful "nightmare" similar to the previous one.

Determined this thing, she relaxed a lot, noticed that there are many seats around the bronze long table, so he tentatively asked:

"Mr. Fool, you seem to have other people here often?"

No, maybe not necessarily a person... Foers silently added one sentence.

Klein smiled easily:

"It's a few people who are similar to you, and I was pulled here for a variety of reasons."

“They want me to hold regular gatherings, trade in recipes, buy and sell materials, exchange news, and commission assignments.”

"I promised them."

Fols heard the heart and thought that he had fallen into it, so he boldly asked:

"Mr. Fool, can I join this party?"

"Yes, every Monday, three in the afternoon, to eliminate the interference." Kline smiled and pointed to the cardboard that suddenly appeared on the surface of the bronze long table. "They decided to use the name of the tarot card as their code name. You can do it yourself. Pick one, the following has a master, can't choose..."

Fols nodded and muttered and cut the cards with interest, and muttered:

"Let fate arrange my title..."

Soon, she took out a card and looked at it:

"magician!"