Mystery: The Traveler Who Holds the Star Key

7 PM.

15 Minsk Street.

Dinner was a simple Fenneport-style noodle dish.

Although it's not as expensive as the foie gras at lunchtime.

But for two people who had just escaped death.

These hot carbohydrates are the best medicine for lowering blood pressure.

"That place will be sealed off for the time being."

Klein put down his fork and made a decision:

"I will write to Mr. Miller and tell him that the site involves ancient religious relics and that I do not recommend further renovations."

"agree."

Orion slurped his noodles and nodded indistinctly.

After finishing his meal, Klein picked up his black tea, gently stroking the rim of the cup with his fingers, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Although Rosago's extraordinary properties had been safely transferred to that mysterious gray mist.

But this does not mean the problem is solved.

Intis is definitely searching the world for the killer.

MI9 is ​​also investigating the embassy case.

Backlund is now full of informants.

Whether you want to monetize the auxiliary materials with that characteristic or purchase new extraordinary items.

The identity of "Sherlock Moriarty" is too clean and too fragile.

Once it appears on the underground trading market, it will immediately attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

"Don't wander around during this period."

Klein whispered his instructions:

"The embassy incident has caused too much of a stir; we need to keep a low profile."

"Why……"

Orion sighed, leaned back in his chair, and complained with a look of utter despair:

"Boss, I'd like to keep a low profile too. But in this world, keeping a low profile means not making any money."

He glanced at his boss, Mr. K, who, despite trying to appear profound, was actually dirt poor, and couldn't help but start complaining:

"Boss, do you think our detective agency is under-equipped?"

"The two of us, one a great detective and the other a detective's assistant, seem like respectable people, but if we do anything a little out of line, we'll have to worry about ruining our public image."

"Boss, I'm serious."

Orion slumped in his chair, tugging at the corners of his mouth, which were stiff with a smile:

"Maintaining this 'decent detective' fake smile all the time is making my facial muscles cramp up."

He glanced at Klein, his tone filled with a longing to "not go to work":

"We need a pair of 'dirty gloves'."

"A loser who looks like...he just killed his whole family, or he just crawled out of his grave."

"This kind of person doesn't need to laugh, doesn't need to socialize, just needs to throw those bloodstained pounds on the table like a mute."

He made a "throwing away trash" gesture:

"That way, our two 'pianist hands' can count money cleanly, right?"

He does not mean that.

Klein looked at Orion's still-rambling mouth, and his eyes behind his glasses suddenly lit up.

gloomy.

terror.

He doesn't like to talk.

A pseudonym specifically for doing dirty and tiring work?

Since such a person cannot be found in reality...

Why not just make one yourself?

"you're right."

Klein suddenly interrupted him, a mysterious smile playing on his lips:

"This suggestion is very constructive."

"what?"

Orion blinked, wondering what kind of riddle Kroos was playing at this time.

"Alright, now that you're full, go back."

Klein stood up and began to tell them to leave:

"Remember to come to work tomorrow. And don't be late."

……

After seeing Orian off, Klein locked the door and drew the curtains.

He took four steps in reverse, chanted the name of the revered one, and his figure instantly disappeared into the gray mist.

Above the gray fog, lies the giant's dwelling.

Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," his fingers lightly tapping the mottled bronze table.

His gaze pierced through the gray mist, landing on the extraordinary characteristic belonging to Rosago, and he recalled Orion's complaint from earlier.

"A third party who specializes in doing dirty work..."

He chuckled softly, mobilizing the power of this space and combining it with the abilities of the "Master of Puppets" in the All-Black Eye.

A gray fog rolled in.

A phantom humanoid figure slowly materialized before him.

Even though it was just a doll, Klein still sculpted a face that looked menacing, just like Orion described:

His face was covered by a hood, his figure was hunched, and his temperament was gloomy, as if he was ready to pull out a knife from his pocket and stab someone to death at any moment.

"Perfect."

Klein manipulated the puppet, making it perform a stiff and somber salute towards himself on the main seat.

Then, mimicking that hoarse, unpleasant voice, he muttered to himself:

Welcome to the Tarot Club.

"Code name—'World'."

With this tool, it's possible to sell some hot-selling, extraordinary features.

It will become perfectly reasonable to issue requests that are not suitable for the "Fool" to speak for himself in the future.

"Orion, haven't you always wanted a 'third person' who does all the dirty work and doesn't like to talk?"

Klein leaned back in his chair, looking at his own sinister reflection, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips:

"Now, the wish has come true."

Although this self-directed and self-acted feeling does indeed resemble that of an incurable schizophrenic patient.

They even had to put on an acting showdown in front of "Miss Justice" and the others.

But for the sake of gold pounds.

For safety reasons.

This little bit of shame...

completely negligible.

……

Monday, 3 PM.

The fog in Backlund remained thick.

But in this mysterious space above the gray fog.

Several deep red stars lit up precisely on time.

Inside that magnificent, ancient dwelling of giants.

Several blurry figures solidified instantly beside the bronze table.

"Justice" Audrey, "The Hanged Man" Alger, "The Sun" Derrick.

And Orion, the "Tower," who was already used to this weekly "high-level meeting" and was now leaning lazily back in his chair.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

Audrey's light and cheerful voice was the first to break the silence.

She lifted the ethereal hem of her skirt, gracefully bowed to the person in the main seat, and then turned to the other members:

Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Tower, and Mr. Sun.

However, her gaze froze as soon as the greeting ended.

Not only her, but even the usually composed "Hanged Man" Alger's gaze sharpened instantly.

At the very end of the bronze table, opposite the "sun," a high-backed chair was added.

A somber, hunched figure sat in the chair.

The man was wearing a hooded robe and was huddled in the shadows.

He exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

It looked as if it had just crawled out of a damp, dark tomb.

New member.

Orion sat in the "Tower" position, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the bronze table.

He didn't speak, but simply watched the two figures quietly.

One is a high, majestic, and mysterious deity.

One was a gloomy, hunched-over companion, like a corpse.

They are two separate bodies, yet they contain the same weary soul.

I'm so lonely.

Orion let out a thought without malice.

It's like a child without friends, hiding in their room.

Holding a knight in his left hand and a dragon in his right, he played house with himself all afternoon.

However, the toy in this "child's" hand...

It is an extraordinary property that can easily destroy half of the Joewood district.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. K."

Through the gray fog, he cast a glance at the "fool" who was fighting with both hands, a look that was a mixture of pity and amusement.

"This is our newest member, Mr. 'World'."

"The Fool" Klein, shrouded in thick gray fog, introduced himself in a calm tone.

It was as if he were simply stating a trivial matter.

"world……"

Audrey's emerald green eyes darted around, and she quickly switched into "spectator" mode.

His limbs were stiff, he sat defensively, and his aura was chilling...

This person appears to be an extraordinary individual with an introverted and even somewhat dangerous personality.

"Welcome, Mr. World."

Audrey maintained impeccable aristocratic manners, though she didn't have much affection for this gloomy fellow.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," narrowed his eyes slightly.

Another new member.

Moreover, its code name is "The World," which in Tarot cards signifies fulfillment and completion.

Mr. Fool's power is expanding faster than expected.

And as the only person in the room who knew the truth.

Orion simply smiled and nodded at the "dummy," his eyes full of mockery.

"Welcome. It seems our party is getting more and more lively."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the gathering got down to business.

"Mr. Fool".

Audrey couldn't wait to speak, her tone tinged with a hint of eager anticipation:

"I have completed the initial assessment of the two new members."

Klein nodded slightly; this was within his expectations.

In order to legitimately drag Fors and Hugh onto this "pirate ship," he had already prepared the subsequent script.

"very good."

Klein tapped his fingers lightly on the table; the sound, filtered through layers of gray mist, sounded majestic and mysterious.

Tell them they still need to pass one last test.

"Find this person in Backlund."

With his will, a tangible portrait appeared before Audrey.

The painting depicts a young man wearing glasses who appears refined and cultured.

But the smile on his lips revealed a nauseating madness and mockery.

Lanius.

The one who caused the Tingen tragedy and was also the number one fraudster on Klein's kill list.

Orion glanced at the portrait, his eyes turning slightly cold.

Lanius...

That scoundrel who swindled the entire savings of Tingen.

Backlund is about to get lively.

"Okay, I will pass it on."

Although Audrey didn't know anything about this person, she still carefully noted down his characteristics.

Just then, the gloomy figure who had been silent all along—

"The world" suddenly spoke.

It was a deliberately lowered, hoarse, and unpleasant voice, like sandpaper rubbing against glass.

"Mr. Fool".

"Can I post a task or gather information here?"

coming.

Orion applauded silently in his heart.

This is the self-cultivation of a movie star.

Even when asking and answering your own questions, you have to act as if it's real.

Mr. Ke, you're really going all out to promote these products.

However, before the "Fool" could answer...

"Justice," Audrey spoke first.

This noble lady clearly had a strong sense of maintaining the proper procedures of the Tarot Club.

She nodded gracefully, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of admonition:

"Of course, Mr. World."

"But you must wait patiently."

"Next, it's Mr. Fool's reading time."

For a split second, the air seemed to freeze.

Audrey slightly raised her chin, feeling a little smug:

Even I, the hero who completed the mission of "assassinating Ambassador Intis," was not in a hurry to claim credit.

How dare you, the newcomer, cut in line?

This is a place where rules matter!

Orion almost burst out laughing.

Looking at Audrey's attitude of "I'm the class monitor, you transfer student need to know the rules."

Then look at our own Cthulhu, whose "World" avatar clearly stiffened for a moment.

Miss Justice, you have a real sense of ownership!

They actually made the "Fool" himself wait in line.

This was probably the most ridiculous and exasperating defense he had heard all day.