Chapter 390: The Ongoing Tarot Gathering

"Mr. Sun, what exactly happened?" Miss Justice asked, voicing the concern shared by the other Tarot members. Even The Fool, Klein, perked up his ears at this moment—although Mr. Fool had observed a portion of Lynn's arrival in the Silver City through the Gray Fog, his time to watch the events live was limited. As a result, Mr. Fool was not fully aware of what transpired after the Angel of Secrets entered the Silver City.

It was apparent that Little Sun, Derrick, was a straightforward person. After glancing at Mr. Fool to confirm that he had no objections, Derrick began organizing his thoughts and shared recent events with the Tarot members. He recounted how Mr. Fool had issued a divine message and then mentioned how the Angel of Secrets would accompany them in exploring the True Creator's temple.

After finishing his account, Little Sun Derrick paused for a moment before remembering something and added, "Oh, right, His Highness, the Angel of Secrets, also mentioned that we would meet guests from the outside world in the True Creator's temple, and the clue to leaving the Forsaken Land is with them..."

"Really? Mr. Sun, if that's true, that would be wonderful!" Miss Justice said sincerely, looking entirely spirited and fully engaged in the conversation, far from her usual Spectator state.

This was not surprising. Although Derrick's storytelling skills were not the best, the content was so fascinating that even his plain narration was enough to excite anyone. The Angel of Secrets granting a miniature sun to the Silver City, the truth behind the True Creator's fall—such revelations were more stimulating to the curious and mystery-loving Audrey than the finest coffee.

In contrast to Audrey's excitement and joy, The Hanged Man Alger clearly thought of more.

On one hand, Alger was astonished by the grand gesture of the Angel of Secrets, who had directly bestowed a miniature sun upon the Silver City—an act Alger could only imagine a deity accomplishing.

On the other hand, Alger was shaken by the truth revealed by the War Angel: the True Creator worshipped by the Silver City had fallen due to the betrayal of three angels—the Wind Angel, the Wisdom Angel, and the White Angel.

Alger, who was always prone to thinking and linking things together, couldn't help but speculate about the identities of these three angels.

'Could it really be the Lord of Storms...? No, no, Alger, you can't think like that!' The Hanged Man quickly suppressed this blasphemous thought, only to feel a wave of irony.

He wasn't a truly devout follower of the Lord of Storms, or he wouldn't have had such near-heretical thoughts.

'But...' Alger's hand, hidden under the bronze table, trembled slightly with a mix of fear, excitement, and anticipation.

He had finally uncovered the truth at the level of the gods!

This sense of seemingly being closer to the divine was indescribably thrilling for Alger, fueling his ambition to advance further.

Alger was indeed ambitious. Even though he was just an ordinary mid-sequence Beyonder, he aspired to become a Sequence 4, to become an Archbishop of the Church of the Lord of Storms...

And at this moment, Alger felt he might need to set his sights even higher—perhaps he should strive to become an angel under Mr. Fool.

Alger's heart pounded at the thought of this nearly impossible goal. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then looked at Derrick. After considering his words for a few seconds, he asked, "Has the Angel of Secrets already visited the temple of the Fallen Creator?"

Yes, despite his excitement, the still rational Alger had noticed one crucial point—how did the Angel of Secrets know about the guests from the outside world in the True Creator's temple?

"Ah..." Derrick instinctively wanted to answer but hesitated just before speaking. Should he really reveal information about the Angel of Secrets' abilities?

Lynn, the Pope, quickly noticed Derrick's hesitation. Unsure whether to feel sorry for the boy's naivety or amused by it, he decided to speak up. "Well... the Angel of Secrets possesses the ability of prophecy."

With that explanation, the Tarot members immediately understood, but they also thought of another question—how did the Pope know about the Angel of Secrets' prophetic ability?

Recalling Derrick's earlier mention of the message the Angel of Secrets had asked him to pass on to the Pope, The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Lynn several times.

Alger had sensed from the start that the Pope was not ordinary, just like the "World" who had joined the Tarot Club around the same time.

This had initially triggered a strong sense of competitiveness in Alger, but after the Pope casually revealed that he seemed to know a great deal about angels, Alger had given up competing with him.

Being the perceptive man he was, Alger had long suspected that the Pope had a deep connection with some angel.

And now, this had been more or less confirmed.

'Perhaps the Pope was chosen by Mr. Fool for the Tarot Club due to his connection with the Angel of Secrets...' Alger speculated, though a part of him remained confused. 'But... Why did the Pope seem less than respectful towards the Angel of Secrets? Could it be just my misunderstanding?'

Miss Justice however, was not thinking as deeply as Alger. Her eyes lit up as she whispered in admiration, "How impressive..." She wondered which pathway the Angel of Secrets followed.

The ability of prophecy greatly appealed to Audrey. If she had been given the choice back then, she might have chosen a pathway with such an ability.

'However... the Spectator pathway was also very suitable for me. Although it lacked offensive power, it fits me well...' Audrey reassured herself while glancing at Lynn again. After hesitating for a few seconds, she asked, "Mr. Pope, you seem to be very familiar with His Highness, the Angel of Secrets?"

Audrey knew she shouldn't ask such a personal question, but since it seemed that the Pope wasn't trying to hide anything, and her curiosity was overwhelming, she couldn't help herself.

She then noticed a peculiar expression on the Pope's face—a mix of slight disdain, helplessness, and a clear sense of "of course, we're familiar."

"We are indeed familiar... at least, He's very familiar with me," Lynn, fully in his acting mode, responded as he massaged his temples. "But I can't disclose the specifics of our relationship."

(End of Chapter)

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