013 The Tarot Club

"Phew, as far as the result is concerned, it's not bad." Snow walked out of the police station under Dunn's complicated gaze, with a faint smile on his face.

　　Although it seemed reckless to come to the police station to have a showdown with Dunn, a careful analysis revealed that the risks involved were not as great as imagined.

　　First of all, Snow experienced Dunn's temptation to enter the dream, and did not show any problems, and secondly, he did not reveal any characteristics of a Beyonder. In this case, he was just an ordinary person who occasionally heard this information from some mysterious circles. For this kind of people, the church doesn't actually pay too much attention to.

　　In other words, if even such half-informed people were imprisoned, there would be no such place as the Dragon Bar.

　　Therefore, facing Snow, an "ordinary person", Dunn has only two choices——

　　One, pull him into the Nighthawks team, starting as a civilian.

　　Second, keep paying attention, but don't deal with it.

　　Joining the Nighthawks was a very good result for Snow, because it would make it easier for him to tear up Ince Zangwill's script. It's okay to stay in the Nighthawks team in Tingen until the end of the world. If you operate it, you might be able to become the branch president of the Aurora Order in Tingen City. You can sell the Aurora Order for the benefits of the Aurora Order So, in the end, Mr. A as to  Say thank you.

　　It's a pity that Dunn obviously didn't have this plan.

　　This may be because he is from Backlund, or it may be because he does not meet the recruitment criteria for civil servants, but these are not important, because he has at least achieved the most basic goal——

After Dunn registered in person, Snow had already set up a persona of "an ordinary person who understands the extraordinary world". Next, whether it is entering and exiting the circle of local occult enthusiasts, or appearing in the dragon Bar 'accidentallg' will all seem reasonable. Although Dunn may take him to educate at least it will be no problem to go out in the future.

　　Taking out his pocket watch to check the time, Snow turned around and looked for a cheap restaurant to start eating. He didn't return to the hotel until the sun became hot, waiting for Mr. Fool to summon him.

　　...

　　Above the gray fog, in the majestic palace, the ancient and mottled long bronze table was quietly placed as if it had not changed since ancient times.

　　Snow appeared on the long table after a flood of light dissipated, and beside him was a male figure whose face could not be seen clearly, but blue seaweed like head could be vaguely recognized.

　　On the opposite side, a blond girl's face was also blurred. Just when Snow couldn't wait to hear Miss Justice say hello in that sweet and innocent voice, Miss Justice was obviously not in the mood. Instead, Mister Fool tapped the bronze The long table said in a majestic and steady voice:

　　"This is a new member, titled 'Devil'."

　　"This is Miss Justice, and this is Mr. Hanged Man."

　　If it was normal, Miss Justice would definitely observe this new member with joy, and then try to speculate why this gentleman chose the code name of devil, and what kind of legendary past he has.

　　But at this time, her heart was all on her big dog who suddenly spoke. On the contrary, Mr. Hanged Man felt a little bit dissatisfied. Well, please cherish this, Mr. Hanged Man is still a qualified raging citizen.

　　At this time, Miss Justice finally organized her words:

　　"Dear Mister Fool, Mister Hanged Man who always helps me, and the new Mr. Devil, I have a question to ask——

　　What can a pet with extraordinary powers help its owner do? Simply put, what can it do? "

　　The pleasant voice echoed in the hall, and Miss Justice suddenly found that the atmosphere had become a little silent. The weird silence and the gazes from everyone made her wish to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

　　And just when the mist could hardly cover the blush on her pretty face, Mr. Hanged Man finally opened his mouth to introduce.

　　Although, as a "similar person" who also kept extraordinary pets, Snow can obviously cut off the bullshit in this respect, but if he is too eager to show off, it may arouse the disgust of Mr. Hanged Man, so it is better to play it safe first.

　　Listening to Mr. Hanged Man using the "audience" approach as an example, Miss Justice was obviously more embarrassed. She straightened her waist to make herself appear more confident, and then forcibly changed the subject:

　　"Mr. Fool, I found another page of Emperor Roselle's diary. But I'm sorry, the content on this page is not too much."

　　"It's okay, all the debts you owed have been paid off." With Mister Fool's status, he obviously couldn't care too much about the length of the diary, and just when Miss Justice began to record what she remembered on the parchment,

Snow finally spoke:

　　"Dear Mister Fool, do you need Emperor Roselle's diary?"

　　"!" × 3

　　As soon as the words came out, not only Mister Hanged Man and Mister Fool, but even Audrey, who was writing, paused slightly, because when this Mr. Devil said the word "diary", It was so natural, as if I knew it was a diary a long time ago!

　　"That's right, you can provide me with Roselle's diary in exchange for corresponding rewards." Mr. Fool nodded lightly, but he was a little nervous in his heart. Now his secret existence is all based on the diary of Emperor Roselle. If there is a person who can interpret the diary, he must be careful when pretending to be [a god].

　　But it is not difficult to see that it is a diary, after all, even Old Neil has discovered the law of dates...

　　While Mister Fool was comforting himself, Miss Justice, who had already copied a page of Emperor Roselle's diary, raised her head and asked curiously:

　　"Mr. Devil, do you know that Emperor Roselle's notes are diaries?"

　　"Good question!" Mr. Fool silently applauded Miss Justice's question in his heart, but he didn't know that Mr. Devil was also applauding in his heart——

　　"Well, yes, Pan... Well, this is mentioned in the notes left by an elder in my family, but that elder did not leave a corresponding interpretation method, so that's all I know."

　　Snow quietly added a little presence to his so-called family, but stopped the conversation just right, letting the Hanged Man and Miss Justice make up their own brains, and then left the time for Mister Fool.

　　At the Tarot Club, Mister Fool's reading time is sacred and inviolable, and Snow will naturally not violate the rules. He silently repeated the planned process in his mind, waiting for Mister Fool to spit out the line he has been waiting for for a long time ——

　　"You can communicate now."