055 The tarot club, Who is the mason?

After leaving a sum of money as start-up funds for Mr.Basic, Snow left the East District. Professional matters had to be handled by professional people. He was not good at running gangs, and it was not convenient for him to do so.

　　Next, he found a young man who has not so bad physical condition in the dock area and another in the factory area and made them spokespersons, and gave them the code names of "victory" and "glory" (after all, they are working class), and and Like Mr. Basic, he taught them to complete the ceremony of asking for bestowal.

　　However, what Snow bestowed on these three through the granting ceremony was not only the ancient Hermes language, the sanctified silver dagger, the sacrificial ceremony and other miscellaneous basic knowledge, but also some extraordinary powers.

　　That's right, it is extraordinary power.

　　Based on the few words of the squid master from the previous life, Snow relied on the ritual knowledge brought by the secret supplicant ,his exploration of the ability of white horses is not a horse, and his own imagination, to come up with a simplified version of the "charm granting" ceremony.

　　That is, by responding to the believer's prayers, one can endow the target with one's own spirituality and a part of extraordinary power, so that the other party can use extraordinary abilities like an extraordinary person.

　　Of course, what Snow made out of his brain is obviously impossible to be as perfect as the Western Continent's system that has been developed for countless years(??).

　　A believer is equivalent to using his spirituality to fight, and he has to pray again when it is used up, and because the human body has limited storage of spirituality, it will start to lose after two days, so it is basically necessary to pray again every day. It is a kind of like dnd spells.

　　And as their spiritual bodies continue to bear the scouring of spirituality, more and more spirituality can be accommodated, and the types of extraordinary abilities that can be acquired will also increase accordingly.

　　This system is just like what Snow said, there is almost no risk of losing control, and it will not fall into madness, let alone worry about extraordinary materials and potion formulas. The only thing that needs to be done is meditation and prayer.

　　Prayer is to obtain the power endowed by "God", while meditation is to expand one's own capacity so that one can accommodate more "Divine Power".

　　Although it is not possible to ascend to be a God like the pathways of God, but for these people who are still at the bottom of society, it is better to talk to them about eating than talking about being a god.

　　As for whether these low-level people will start to behave mischievously after gaining power, this thing ,Snow is not worried at all. What he bestows on them is not only extraordinary ability and his spirituality, but also accompanied by the teaching of the [Whispering] skill. After being instilled with the idea of ​​"not plucking a hair, not taking a hair"(means neither attacking nor not fighting attacks from others.), they will only get closer and closer to the neutral camp.

　　It can be said that as long as Snow is not crazy for a day, there will never be any anti-social elements in the global organization that will destroy the world for their own selfish desires.

　　....

　　On the other side, Klein, who had been wandering outside Narcissus Street for a long time, did not enter this familiar street. He glanced at No. 2 Narcissus Street, which was still lit, with some nostalgia. Klein turned and walked towards Tingen Railway Station.

　　Fortunately, whether it is the compensation given by Miss Justice or the gold pounds left over after purchasing the potion materials, he has deposited them in Backlund's bank. Otherwise, he should consider whether to take to sold his suit in exchange for a ticket to Backlund.

　　"It's too dangerous to enter the Tarot club in the train, so I'd better buy a ticket for the evening." When he came to the train station in Tingen and looked at the huge clock, Klein still close today's Tarot club. After all, The current Tarot Club is his only extraordinary channel. He ordered a 13p lunch at the cafe next to the station, then found a cheap and convenient hotel, and waited for the arrival of three o'clock in the afternoon.

　　...

　　"Good afternoon~Mr. Fool! Good afternoon~Mr. Devil! Good afternoon~Mr. Hanged Man! Good afternoon~Mr. Sun!"

　　The usual cheerful voice rang in his ears, and Snow, who had been busy all morning, suddenly felt much better.

　　He chuckled and nodded to Miss Justice

,then greeted them one by one with the preset names.

　　After everyone exchanged pleasantries, Mister Fool noticed that Miss Justice seemed to have something to say, and immediately nodded to indicate that she could start.

　　"Dear Mr. Fool, do you know if your family has received the compensation of the three hundred and fifty gold pounds?" Miss Justice referred to the Qilangos about the matter, and said a word of concern to the leader's family .

　　Mister Fool heard the words and said with a low smile:

　　"I didn't pay attention to this matter, but since my favored person didn't ask for additional help, it should have been received."

　　Although that is what he said, Snow wondered if Mr. Fool could not wait to go to the bank to check the deposits every day?

　　By the way, Mr. A is back, and I don't know if Ince Zangwill succeeded?

　　"I don't know, if Mister Fool doesn't die, then the goddess will find a reason to transfer him to Backlund." Snow thought in his heart, thinking that it would be better for him not to interfere in this matter. Lord, I believe that the goddess is more anxious than himself, so he should consider how to make the whole nature bigger and stronger, so as to provide himself with enough anchors.(??)

　　"This is really great!" Miss Justice obviously didn't understand how many times her leader had counted those cute little coins over and over again. She turned her head and looked opposite, "Mr. Hanged Man, there are some information on Qillangos."

　　Hearing the news, the Hanged Man immediately stood up, left his usual stable posture behind him, and asked with joy and nervousness:

　　"where is he?"

　　"It's really like a love brain!" Snow groaned silently in his heart, listening to Miss Justice slowly recounting the news that Fors passed on to her, until Mister Fool allowed everyone to chant his honorable name at a critical moment. Only then did Mr. Hanged Man tell the news that he was about to acquire a batch of Roselle's diaries in a doggy manner.

　　Seeing that no one could get out the diary, Snow opened his mouth and said:

　　"Dear Mister Fool, I also memorized a page of Roselle's diary this time."

　　'Mr. Devil can provide one page of the diary every time, and the handwriting looks similar. Could it be that he has collected a lot? But he can only remember one page at a time. Could it be that his potions can't improve memory?' Audrey seeing the contents of the notes materialized by Mr. Devil, there was no lack of black-bellied conjectures. Thinking of Mr. Devil's admiration for his audience channel, she couldn't help but want to chuckle.

　　However, Klein, who can understand Chinese, did not doubt Snow's memory, because he knew very well that what Snow submitted should be the original manuscript of a real traveler, so the number of words was more and the content are more complicated. It is obviously more difficult for a person who uses Chinese characters to memorize the densely packed square characters than to memorize those flabby things that incorporate Loen's writing habits.

　　But reading it, it really is more comfortable to write like this!

　　Klein picked up the parchment handed over by Mr. Devil, and the trace of intimacy disappeared immediately——

　　"After working as a mason for all night, I feel that my waist is about to break! How can the physique of the Bizarro sorcerer be so weak?"