The latest website: Night has fallen, and Maple Street has a dark blue hue. There are occasional vehicles passing by on a quiet street.

The lights are on at the newly moved Dickinson home. Through a window on the third floor, Arya Dickinson was sitting at a desk in her pajamas, reading a book of poetry. She looked up from time to time, looking thoughtful.

The room next to her also had lights shining through, but the curtains in that room were drawn.

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

He hasn't started to observe two things, but uses his esoteric fingers to carefully check the anti-peeping mechanism of this room—

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

After confirming that it was all right, he opened his eyes and picked up the golden explorer poker with his hand.

It's light and thin. The light reflected the golden color into his eyes, and Sean used his fingers to feel the finely embossed hills and valleys on this playing card. The Eye of Quest on the back of the card is slightly raised, as crystal and round as jewels.

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

The poker turned gently in his hands. He knew what the card meant.

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

His broadcast authority has become higher, and it is like a golden pulse in the spirit net. The risk control department of the association and the Ace level will pay more attention to his announcement.

He has the responsibility to eliminate the risk for the whole, and may be called up by the association due to emergency.

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

It means stepping into the high-level of the exploration world. more attention. heavier responsibility. Ace-class sentry.

Sean's gaze at poker wasn't overjoyed, because he realized one thing: to gain also means to lose.

He has become an unforgettable character for others, so the wind and rain will surely come to disturb his big tree first.

Fortune and misfortune are interdependent. He thought so, pocketed the golden poker, and picked up the blue envelope. Naturally, he had already checked it, and he found a letter opener—but he didn't expect that it would actually be useful. A blunt knife was inserted into the wax seal with a light stroke, and smooth resistance came from the fingertips.

Stretching his fingers into the envelope, Sean found a letter and a gold coin in it.

He first unfolded the letter and read it quickly. Then he twisted the gold coin, the heavy, warm face of the coin was a skull wearing a crown.

The so-called "King Club" was originally the King club in New York City. They will hold a party in two days, specially invited Sean who has just been promoted.

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

Still thinking about it, the playing cards in his arms vibrated, and the frequency of the beginning made Sean's heart beat faster. It's Katherine.

"congratulations."

"Thank you." Sean was overjoyed. To say what makes him the happiest thing about becoming a King is probably the congratulations from Catherine.

"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're planning not to go to the party, right?" The shaking of the cards was toneless, but Sean heard Catherine's unique tone from it.

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

"I thought the same thing before. However, I recommend participating. The King-class world is different."

Is the King-level world different?

Sean seemed to understand something. This also reminded him of one thing. He thought of the teammates who followed him, and the team of Remembrance and Undead Agents who were willing to serve him...

Even if he didn't intend to step into it, he was already in it. The forces with him as the core have already taken shape. He has some responsibilities.

really. He said in a low voice. To gain is to lose.

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

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

Knowing that Catherine would be at the party, at least made Sean look forward to it.

After finishing the communication with Catherine, Sean grabbed the gold coin, and while bouncing it high with his thumb, he injected a little of his own spiritual power - which represented his reply: accept the invitation.

The gold coins rejoiced and spun in the air. The original frosted surface of the coin seemed to be air-polished during the high-speed rotation, and became shiny, like a dazzling gold bead.

With a snap, Sean's hand grabbed the falling gold coin, ending the buzzing spin.

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"The Ark of Eternal Night" 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 York City.

This street looks a bit run down, and at one end of the street, towards the direction of the Undercurrent Street, there is a dead fog like a cemetery.

"Eternal Night Ark" stood on the side of the road. The black tide rippled around him like some kind of echo in the space. The thin shadow reflected by the inextinguishable golden light spreads farther. Above his head, he can even see a few clear and sharp constellations on the sea. Sean's eyes.

The ghosts and gods are retreating here, and the fog extending from the undercurrent street does not seem to dare to get close. Xie Yi fears the King class.

A car slowly drove into the street and stopped in front of Sean. It was a luxury Berkeley long-axle convertible with some flamboyant exhaust modifications to make it look like a gothic pipe piano driving down 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.

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

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

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

"Yes, sir," the driver replied.

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

Yesterday's grand scene appeared like a phantom, and soon fell silent again. Sean felt a little sigh~lightnovelpub.net~ The car slowly went uphill and entered the mountain road. Finally stopped in front of an old mansion.

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

I didn't expect that I was holding the club's gold coins and was about to step into this place.

The "Emperor's Scribe" stood at the door to greet him. After Sean got out of 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 at a minimum level, as if there was a power outage.

The lights are bright here, and someone is talking.

When Sean walked in, the voice of the conversation subsided. He saw seven different King-level masks and turned in his direction one after another.