Tarot Club 15th Meeting

Oct 8th, 1349 of the Fifth Epoch

There was some afternoon sun in Backlund, and Klein lazily basked in its worth, momentarily having no desire to do anything. He waited until fifteen minutes to three, then he took out his golden pocket watch for a glance before returning to the bedroom and going above the grey fog.

After conjuring the fake World and familiarizing himself with its controls, he sat down on the high back chair at one end of the table and gave a message to The Sun that he was to prepare for his participation in the gathering.

At precisely three, according to Backlund time, streaks of crimson light soared out of the vast and ancient palace, outlining blurry figures which were equally indistinct.

Audrey directly looked towards the seat of honour and said cheerfully, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. The 'simple' mission you entrusted has been completed."

She had deliberately emphasized the word 'simple' in order to ascertain from Mr. Fool whether Lanevus had really been eliminated by his adorer. She wanted to know if the tarot card-covered death scene was a symbol of the Tarot Club.

Klein deliberately acted composed as he said with a smile, "I'm already aware."

After saying that, he sighed. "In such an age, in such a place like Backlund, in such a place in the East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, they're the hotbeds for an evil god's descent."

'What?' Alger was stunned for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears, 'Why would a simple mission involve hotbeds for an evil god's descent?'

'Kekekeke… why is he acting so mysterious-like? It's not like he was the one to fight off the True Creator's descent. That would be poor Crestet who was deeply injured in the process. And what does Mr. Fool here do? Steal his glory! That's what. Hmm… I wonder if I should write a novel depicting all the… elicit actions for Mr. Fool in his early days as a Beyonder and fake mysterious existence,' Max mused while smiling.

His good mood was from the large amounts of information and potion formulae he had received from the Evil Spirit three-in-one combination. Although it was a fat shame that he had not been able to get him as a subordinate, a king-of-angel level subordinate, it was still a benefit in the form of potion formulae and other information.

At this moment, the gloomy and reserved World let out a chuckled and said, "Yes, every time I see and hear about a large number of child laborers dying in their teens, and how most workers rarely live past thirty due to extreme exhaustion and the terrible environment, or how after barely surviving the previous tests and as a result of their old age and the loss of their jobs, they can only wander the streets and die of hunger and cold, I have no doubt about the existence of an evil god. These gods are on the ground, in East Borough, the dock area, and the factory area."

"Well, there's even been a report that some factory workers have a hard time surviving five years. In the East Borough of Backlund, there's a saying that among the people who live there, without exception, any person who's a grandfather must be from the countryside. The meaning of this sentence is that people living there won't have a third generation as they can't have grandchildren."

"Poverty and hunger make their children very thin. Work that's difficult to adapt to causes them to quickly wither away in Backlund, much less getting married and conceiving the next generation."

At the end of the long bronze table, Klein quietly observed Miss Justice's reaction. He had purposely lamented a while ago and used his smurf, The World, to give a detailed explanation. He wanted this noble, one who still had a semblance of purity to realize the seriousness of the problem and use her to push for change in the kingdom.

'Before I become Faceless, I must clearly remember that I cannot be personally involved in such matters,' He silently set such a boundary for himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool. Thank you for saving Backlund. Your sigh has made me understand the problem at its roots. Thank you, Mr. World. You have made me understand a great deal of the situation I didn't know in the past." Audrey held back her emotions and sincerely thanked the two gentlemen at the two ends of the table.

"Saved Backlund?" Alger was no stranger to the conditions of East Borough, the factory district, and the dock area. He was more surprised by the description Miss Justice had used.

'Just how huge was this matter?' he thought with an extremely puzzled frown.

Klein only smiled in response to Miss Justice's gratitude and didn't do anything further. He then turned to look at The Hanged Man. Alger immediately understood what he meant, and he quickly conjured the last page of the promised Roselle's diary.

Klein received it out of thin air and took a casual glance at it. "14th January. I discovered a problem. If unconscious High-Sequence Beyonder objects are not sealed, they would unconsciously attract nearby Low-Sequence Beyonders from the same pathway, causing them to come into contact with each other. The higher the original Sequence, the more likely that this will happen. However, this situation doesn't seem to be a constant. It seems to be intermittent."

This diary entry immediately jolted Klein to attention because he had made similar guesses before. After he came to Backlund, he soon found himself intertwined with the Secret Order, with a Beyonder of the Seer pathway, and thus, found himself in an extremely passive and extremely dangerous situation.

However, he had also obtained the corresponding Sequences 7, 6, and 5 potion formulas as a result. At the time, he had suspected that his transmigration involved secrets that gave him the power to resurrect, and that he would occasionally attract people and objects related to the Seer pathway, such as the Antigonus family's notebook or members of the Secret Order. After seeing this diary entry of Emperor Roselle, Klein suddenly had a new idea.

He used the corner of his eyes to scan the thick grey fog and the illusory dark red stars below him. He muttered to himself in silence, 'Could it be that the one who created that attractive force wasn't me, but this grey fog, the mysterious space above the grey fog? This could also be considered as a secret behind my transmigration.'

Without any further clues or information, Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and read the second diary entry, "16th January, the taste of a Demoness still isn't bad."