Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 217 Tarot Club

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"At the moment, I am not sure if I can repair the copper whistle."

"But the loss of spiritual energy can be slowed down by building a seal and a spiritual wall, and it can be maintained for a long time. Klein, I have already made a seal. I will leave it with you for now. I need to make some preparations."

"........."

Inside Sefirah Castle, above the gray fog, Klein stared intently at the dull copper whistle at his hand. Only after confirming that the copper whistle's spiritual energy loss in Sefirah Castle was slower did he finally feel relieved.

The bronze whistle was damaged because of him, so he should have put more thought into repairing it.

Before the Tarot meeting, Azik, who had already learned the inside story, considerately left first so as not to disturb Klein's secret meeting.

Klein did not try to persuade him to stay, because he did not have the ability to allow an angel-level being to join the meeting. Moreover, many of the secret knowledge and secret rituals circulated in the Tarot Club were obtained from Azik.

Looking back on his past month, it was really wonderful. The matter of Cynthia and the Mother Tree of Desire had been basically sorted out, but the only thing that puzzled him was the strange figure that appeared.

A strange strong man with white hair, green eyes, a cold expression, and about thirty to forty years old, who almost killed him as soon as he approached.

In the real world, Klein repeated to Azik this appearance and the extraordinary abilities he displayed, but Azik pondered for a long time and was unable to find the corresponding person in his memory.

"Mr. Azik said that the extraordinary ability I described is not the power of the 'Death God' path..."

"And he doesn't know what such power is."

However, anyone who dares to take the initiative to contact the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire" must have strength corresponding to his courage, and must be able to hide himself behind the scenes. It is not surprising that Klein knows nothing about it with his current connections.

He quickly put the matter behind him and began to think about the transaction of the "Psychologist" extraordinary characteristic with Miss "Justice" at the Tarot Club, and asking the two pirates how to get to the ruins of the God War.

During these few days, he had plenty of time to screen targets and replace the souls grazing in "Creeping Hunger".

Above the endless gray fog, the magnificent palace was silent.

Soon, the time is up.

The Fool extends the invitation, and figures appear one by one at their respective positions. As always, Miss Justice looks at the top of the mottled long table and greets them in a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

"Justice" Audrey greets everyone in turn, starting with "The Fool" and ending with "The World".

Facing Miss Justice's pleasant greeting, Klein's lips curled up slightly and he nodded gently in response. Then, he manipulated the World to respond solemnly, and then scanned the people at the Tarot Club in a clockwise direction.

The Hanged Man looked normal, showing no particular emotion, while the Hermit was still very reserved, making it hard to tell what she was thinking. When Klein went to the ruins of the God War to look for mermaids, he would most likely choose one of their two experienced captains to commission him.

In addition, the spiritual radiance in the astral bodies of Magician and Justice has become very stable, proving that they are digesting the potion in an orderly manner and performing. Moon is still a little arrogant as always, and the only one who has a little emotional fluctuation is Sun Derrick.

Has there been any new changes in Silver City? Klein guessed.

Everyone took their seats, and the usual procedures of the Tarot Club began.

Audrey, Justice, first looked at the figure in the thick fog and said with a rising voice:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained three more pages of Roselle's diary."

Then, the Hermit followed closely behind and whispered, “Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained ten pages of Roselle’s diary.”

Swish. Several people looked at her, expressing surprise with vague expressions and body movements.

The Sun Derrick quickly followed, "Mr. Fool, I copied down some more legends of the ancient gods."

Everyone materialized the Roselle diaries in their hands one after another. Klein the Fool nodded slightly, suppressed his curiosity, and let a stack of Roselle diaries and the legends of the ancient gods of the City of Silver appear in front of him, and read them carefully.

His eyes turned to the first page of Russell's diary.

"Why do I feel like this kid from Edward's family kind of hates me?"

Upon seeing these words, Klein's pupils suddenly trembled.

After such a long time, he actually saw something related to Edward Vaughn in Russell's diary again!
"He is always reluctant to greet me. If he finds that Charles is not here, he will run back to the house. I can understand that the hunter is very competitive but cannot beat Bernadette, but why does he hate me? He hates me, the handsome, enthusiastic, cheerful and generous neighbor uncle?"

"I know now. It must be that bastard Florent who said bad things about me in front of that kid!"

"They've gone on a trip again, and I can't find them anywhere. Ha, but it's really refreshing to see that idiot Florent taking care of the kids with a sullen face. I'm in a good mood now. If he chooses to kneel down and apologize to me now, I won't bother with him in the future."

Klein's pupils continued to tremble.

...This should be the diary that Roselle wrote in the early days. Floran of the Sauron family actually has a chance to appear? Edward Vaughn seems to have a son, and from the fact that Floran is taking care of the child and the hunter, this child is likely to be related to Floran and is also a member of the Sauron family? It seems that at that time, before Roselle chose to overthrow the Sauron royal family, they had a relatively close relationship...

This "child" should be younger than Bernadette? According to the diary, he should be about the same age as Roselle's first son, Charles.

If the other person had lived from that era to the present, he should have been a saint.

Speaking of the Soran family, Klein's mind immediately popped up the red-haired Elaine and the strong man from the Soran family he had met before.

It is known that the evil spirit in the basement is most likely the "Red Angel" in the mythology of the City of Silver, so the person traveling with him is likely to be a saint.

Klein turned to the next page out of curiosity, but found that it was not connected and was repeated on the previous page.

The third diary finally contained new content.

“On April 9, I had just returned from Countess Valinan’s masquerade ball, and I suddenly felt a little empty inside.

"One woman, one woman, and another woman, there is no end to boredom, disgust, emptiness and numbness.

"What's the fun in living like this? Is this the purpose of living every day?
“I can’t go on like this, I have to get out of this depraved state.

“Also, a note to self: don’t habitually write Arabic numerals in everyday positions.”

...Emperor, do you also have moments of self-reflection and literary youth? This doesn't fit the image of you in my mind! Klein almost raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

He lowered his gaze to the following diary:

"On April 11, the Countess of Valingen invited me to a private salon, and she told me that Lady Julia would also be there.

"Huh, this conservative blonde beauty who married from Loon will also attend?

“I’m really looking forward to it!

"I have been fantasizing about her in bed for a long time. I hope her husband, Viscount Delien, will not interfere."

Great Emperor, have you forgotten the diary you wrote the day before yesterday? Tsk, it smells really good, right? Also, you made a typo, mind! Klein couldn't help but complain.

To him, Emperor Roselle's diary is both a book of knowledge and a collection of jokes.

With a thought, Klein turned to the next page of his diary:
"On October 2, Zaratul came to visit me again.

“He hoped that I, who had already entered the realm of demigod, could fulfill my promise and help him steal the dangerous sealed object from the church.

"That is a notebook from the Antigonus family of the Fourth Epoch, a '1' level sealed object!"

Seeing this, Klein's pupils shrank uncontrollably:
This should be the notebook that the Secret Order later lost - the notebook that caused Klein Moretti's death and allowed him to successfully wake up in this world with the help of his corpse!
This is the source of everything!

"It turns out that it did not fall into the hands of the Secret Order at the beginning. Instead, it was sealed inside the then Artisan Church, which later became the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Zaratul successfully stole it through Emperor Roselle..."

By the way, the member of the secret society in "Creeping Hunger" was very afraid of Zaratul, and thought he was an immortal and abnormal monster. Does this mean that Zaratul gained certain benefits with the help of the notes, but an accident happened, and he changed from a "person" who could communicate normally with Roselle to a monster. Therefore, the Antigonus family notes were lost later?
"Of course, it is possible that Zaratul deliberately let it be lost..."

Hmm...because Zaratul turned into a monster, the Secret Order lost all its mermaids, causing the subsequent 'Faceless Men' to have to risk going out to sea? Rosago succeeded because he tried to enter the ocean that evolved from the ruins of the war between gods?"

Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind one after another, making him feel extremely heavy.

He did not think that the incident with Antigonus's notes that he encountered was closely related to Roselle, because he had been speculating on the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, and some subsequent details also conformed to similar logic. Are they all related to the high level of the "Fortune Teller" path? Klein glanced at the quiet and endless gray fog.

Could this be the cause? He asked himself again.

Calming himself down, Klein continued to browse the rest of the diary:

"Oh, I'll have to decide based on the situation. If it's easy to steal and there's no risk of exposure, I'll try to do it. Otherwise, I'll just pretend it's nothing. Even if Zaratul exposes me, it doesn't matter. With my current identity, status, order, and influence, as long as I'm willing to turn back and repent, the church won't do anything to me."

The other two entries on this page recorded Roselle's mental journey as he conceived the theft plan, but it seemed that there was little chance of success. However, Klein knew that he eventually got the notebook and handed it over to Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order.

The following diary entry surprised Klein.

Roselle once again participated in the gathering organized by the Twilight Hidden World Society, and found that all members were very hostile to the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Epoch. Roselle asked questions to the ancient Hermes and received answers from him.

"In the Fourth Epoch, the ally and supporter of the Solomon Empire was the 'True Creator'."

In other words, the one who was truly hated was not Emperor Solomon, but the real Creator. Klein frowned slightly, but why did the "Twilight Hidden World Society" hate the real Creator? Was it because of the name "Creator"?

He found that he and Russell had the same doubts, and Hermes' answer was also recorded in the diary:

"We are not such superficial creatures."

Hermes asked again meaningfully:

"You are aware of the abilities of the Shepherd, right? If you were to pick one of the current gods and ask him to develop into an omniscient and omnipotent Lord, who do you think is most likely to do so?"

"This... the first thought that flashed through my mind was that the 'Shepherd' path can devour, herd, and drive the souls and characteristics of other Sequencers, and the end of this path is the 'True Creator'."

"So that's it..."

It turned out to be like this...

Klein's heart was slightly shaken. He suddenly thought of something that happened a long time ago. When he asked Mr. A about the reward for assassinating the ambassador through Miss Magician, Mr. A asked for another thing besides gold pounds.

"The first option is a partial potion formula of 'The Darker One', 'Disaster Priest', 'Prophet' or 'Manipulator'."

At that time, Klein, who had not seen much, had already boldly guessed that these four unknown paths were adjacent paths of the "Shepherd". Now, judging from this diary, the possibility is quite high.

It has been confirmed that “One Without Darkness” belongs to Sequence 4 of the “Sun” pathway, which leads directly to the “Eternal Blazing Sun” at the top. This means that the Real Creator is likely to directly devour and graze the “Eternal Blazing Sun”. This explains why the Seven Gods are extremely hostile to the Real Creator... However, in Solomon’s time, there were still six gods, and the God of Steam and Machinery did not exist yet. This means that it was mainly the Six Gods who were hostile to the Real Creator, and the God of Steam and Machinery might just be a by-product.

So which paths do the other three Sequence 4 names lead to?
Wait! Mr. Hanged Man said that the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom are extremely hostile to each other. When I was divining the Mutated Holy Symbol of the Sun, I also felt hatred from the Eternal Blazing Sun...

Could this be the same reason why they are hostile to the true Creator?

Although it is unclear to whom these sequence 4 names belong, three have been confirmed. So who does the remaining one belong to?

Klein read through all the diaries but didn't get any more answers, so he had to put them down with regret.

“It’s time to begin.” The Fool said calmly.

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The third weekend in February, 7:30 p.m.

After the Stoen Municipal Library closed, Amon, who was working the late shift this week, was putting the returned and displaced books back in their original places.

Just then, a figure approached quickly, and the footsteps echoed in the silent library.

"Green!"

Amon was slightly startled, and after tiptoeing to put the dictionary in his hand back to its place, he looked at the person who was running over with confusion:

"What's the matter?"

A colleague in formal attire came closer and whispered mysteriously:

"Last week, you were not on duty. Did you know that a great noble returned to his family castle here? I went to the outskirts of the city to see it. It was a really grand scene. The ranks of servants and guards stretched for dozens of meters, and even the maids were all beauties!"

"I heard that this young lady from the Earl's family is the 'most precious gem in Backlund'. Aren't you curious?"

"I'm not curious." Amon was holding a pile of books, so he showed some soreness in his arms. "Eastchester County itself has nobles. It's not the first time you've seen them. What does this have to do with you?"

My colleague then said:
"The Hall family needs some temporary staff to do the classification and management of their expanded library. We are hiring openly at our city library. It will take about a week. It will be a bit busy but the salary is high. Are you willing to take a look?"

Amon shook his head and continued to put the book back into the bookshelf:

"No, thank you for telling me."

"The weekly salary is 10 pounds. You really don't want to go?" The colleague stared in disbelief. "Then I will apply for it myself."

After that, the colleague couldn't help but ask: "Green, you seem a little absent-minded recently, have you encountered any difficulties?"

Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but turn his head to look at his colleague, frowning slightly, and reached out to pinch his monocle, but gave up because he was holding a book in his hand.

"Really?" He asked back in confusion, then made a knowing expression, "Do I look absent-minded recently? Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well in the past few days, so I don't have much energy."

My colleague nodded with some concern and said with a smile:

"That's good. I'll be leaving first, and you should go back early too."

"Ok."

Amon smiled and said goodbye to him, watching his colleague leave the library and disappear into the crowd of people leaving get off work in the evening. His expression became a little serious, and he whispered to himself:
"Who is he?"

"No, I should say...whose identity did he use to appear in front of me today?"

The colleague who suddenly came to talk to him was not someone he knew, but he acted like a familiar person. Amon was familiar with this situation because they were the best at stealing other people's identities and then using Amon's face to become this person.

If it was just this, he wouldn't be too surprised, but now the situation is somewhat wrong... It's as if many people's identities and memories have been disrupted. They are not even wearing library uniforms, nor are they staff, but they have taken on the identity of someone he knows and communicate with him in the tone of a staff member.

This situation has been going on for three days, and this outrageous "error" has appeared everywhere in Stone.

Amon has seen more than once someone coming to borrow books with an ID that looked completely different from his own, and none of his colleagues noticed anything was wrong.

“This historical legacy is really troublesome.”

"I accidentally let it escape before. I'm also Amon. Can't you just be me?"

"It's really tenacious, and the scope of its disruption is getting larger and larger."

"So I have to find it myself before this matter gets out of hand, defeat it completely, and then integrate it. Otherwise, it is very likely that the church will find it first, and then implicate me."

The spirit of Amon, whom he killed, refused to surrender, so he chose to extract this part of his spirit and seal it separately. However, the other party still refused to repent and escaped by attracting a burglar, which led to these extraordinary events of identity confusion.

Amon sighed, and his expression twisted in a very unique way: "Medici doesn't want to help either, huh."

He sighed a few times and continued pushing the cart forward.

Now that the library was empty, he no longer restored it himself. Under the influence of his extraordinary ability, the books on the bookshelves and carts kept flying up and returned to where they should be.

Two minutes later, Amon left work in a happy mood.

TBC
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There are also small plot points about Amon, Ouroboros and Klein (Ruins of the War of the Gods), and the sea volume ends.

(End of this chapter)