Night has fallen, and Maple Leaf Avenue has a dark blue hue. Occasional vehicles pass by on the quiet street.

The lights were on in the new Dickinson house. Visible through a third-floor window, Aaliyah Dickinson is sitting at a desk in her pajamas, reading a book of poetry. She looked up from time to time, looking thoughtful.

There was also light in the room next to her, but the curtains in that room were drawn.

At this moment, Sean Dickinson was sitting in his study with two things on the desk in front of him. A gold King of Hearts poker and a blue envelope.

He has not started to observe two things, but uses his psychic fingers to carefully check the anti-peeping mechanism of this room—

This mechanism has been tested by his teammate, occult expert Ivan Burns, and it is almost impossible to be spied on. However, due to the consistent principle of prudence, Sean still needs to check.

After confirming that he was safe, he opened his eyes and picked up the golden Mystery Seeker poker with his hand.

It's thin and light. The light reflected the golden color into his eyes, and Sean used his fingers to feel the fine relief valleys on this playing card. The Eye of Mystery on the back of the card is slightly protruding, crystal clear and round like jewels.

He is still a little uncomfortable with the fact that he has been promoted to King level. It seems that it was not long ago that he stepped into the secret exploration industry, but at this moment, he was already one of the mainstays of this industry.

The cards turned gently in his hands. He knows what this card means.

He can use it to go to the core library layer of the association and read the secrets that ordinary explorers have no right to discover.

His broadcast authority has become higher, like a golden pulse in the spiritual network, the risk control department of the association and the Ace level will pay more attention to his reports.

He has the responsibility of eliminating risks for the whole, and may be called up by the association due to emergencies.

It means that he has become a core, the core of a rising power...

It means stepping into the upper echelons of the world of exploration. be followed by more people. heavier responsibility. Ace-level Sentinels.

Sean's eyes on the poker are not very happy, because he realizes one thing: gaining means losing.

He has become a role that others will never forget, so the wind and rain will surely hit him first, this big tree.

Fortune and misfortune are interdependent. As he thought about it, he put the golden poker into his pocket and picked up the blue envelope. After checking it, of course, he found the letter opener—a thing he didn't expect to be useful for. The blunt knife was inserted into the wax seal and stroked lightly, and there was smooth resistance from the fingertips.

Fumbling his fingers into the envelope, Sean found a piece of letter paper and a gold coin inside.

He first unfolded the letter paper and read it quickly. Then he twirled the gold coin, which was heavy, with a skull wearing a crown on the warm surface.

The so-called "King Club" turned out to be the King Club in New York City. They're going to have a party in two days, and they've specially invited Sean, who was just promoted.

Do you want to go? Sean actually doesn't like to join in the fun. He knows that where there are people, there are disputes and disputes, and he also knows that troubles will always start in such places, and, more importantly, although he has been promoted, he still wants to keep a low profile and mystery.

While still thinking about it, the playing cards in his arms vibrated, and the frequency at the beginning made Sean's heart beat a little faster. It's Catherine.

"congratulations."

"Thank you." Sean was delighted. If he had to say what made him the happiest about becoming a King, it was probably the congratulations from Catherine.

"Have you received an invitation from the King's Club?"

"Yes. You received it before?"

"Of course—from what I know about you, I'm afraid you don't plan to attend the party, right?" The vibration of the playing cards had no tone, but Sean heard Catherine's unique tone from it.

"I'm afraid so. What's there to do?"

"I thought the same way before. However, I suggest you still participate. The world of the King class is different."

The King-level world is different?

Sean seemed to understand something. This also reminded him of one thing, he thought of his teammates who followed him, and the team of remembrancers and undead walkers who were willing to serve him...

Even if he didn't intend to step into it, he was already in it. The force with him at its core has already taken shape. He has some responsibilities.

really. He whispered in his heart. What you get is what you lose.

"You reminded me, Cathy. I figured I'd go—can I see you at the party?"

"Of course. But I'm afraid we'll pretend we don't know each other."

Knowing that Catherine will attend the party, Sean at least made him look forward to it.

After finishing the communication with Catherine, Sean grabbed the gold coin, flicked it high with his thumb, and at the same time injected a little bit of his own spiritual power—this represented his reply: he accepted the invitation.

The gold coin was spinning jubilantly in the air. The original frosted coin surface seemed to be polished by the air during the extremely fast rotation, and became shiny, like a dazzling golden bead.

With a snap, Sean's hand grasped the falling gold coin, stopping the buzzing spin.

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"Eternal Night's Ark" stands on the side of Thirteenth Avenue.

Sean remembered that this was the entrance to Undercurrent Street, and because of this, it was one of the few uninhabited places in New Testament City.

This street looked a little dilapidated. At one end of the street, towards the direction of the Undercurrent Street, it was as dead and foggy as a cemetery.

"Eternal Night Ark" stood by the roadside. The black tide was like some kind of echo in the space, undulating around him. The thin shadow reflected by the inextinguishable golden light spread farther, and above his head he could even see a few clear and sharp constellations on that sea area, and the ark, shining like a bright lamp, was still undulating on the sea with the waves... that is Sean's eyes.

Ghosts and gods shy away here, and the fog extending from Undercurrent Street seems not to dare to get close. Evil is afraid of King level.

A car slowly drove into the street and stopped in front of Sean. It was a Berkeley luxury long-wheel drive convertible, with some exaggerated modifications to the exhaust system, making it look like a Gothic pipe organ driving on the street. If this stunner drives through the white avenue at this time, it will definitely attract the attention and envy of all the men and women on the street.

The "King's Club" logo on the door, the skull with the crown. A Jack-level mask—"Loyal Panza" got out of the car, and he respectfully opened the car door for Sean. Sean sat in and sat on the dark red velvet sofa in the back seat. The tip of the nose also smelled a sophisticated and elegant fragrance.

The car started, and seeing familiar street scenes along the way, Sean found that the car was actually driving on the Long Island Bridge.

"The club is on Long Island?" These were the first words Sean said after getting into the car.

"Yes, sir," replied the driver.

Soon, the vehicle passed by the mansion that was once the busiest on Long Island. The place where the fireworks were once splendid and the singing and dancing were peaceful, now there is no light at all, crouching quietly in the dark night, as dead as a barren hill.

Yesterday's grand scene appeared like a phantom ~lightnovelpub.net~ and soon fell silent again. Sean felt a little embarrassed.

The car slowly went uphill and into the mountain road. Finally stopped in front of an old mansion.

Sean was slightly surprised. He remembered that when he and Moonlight were still in the Jack class, he planned to sneak into Bill's mansion. While waiting, he once stared at this huge black bungalow in the middle of the mountain, and once imagined what kind of people entered and exited this building—

I didn't expect that I would step into this place with the club gold coin today.

The "Emperor's Edict Scribe" stood at the door to greet him. After Xiao En got off the car, he led the new member into the mansion.

The King's Club doesn't seem to want to attract attention. From the outside, the entire mansion is not lit, and the interior is only maintained with a minimum of lighting, as if it has encountered a power outage. It is not until entering the lobby that it suddenly feels clear.

The lights are bright here, and someone is talking.

When Xiao En walked in, the voice of the conversation quieted down. He saw seven different King-level masks and turned to his direction one after another.