Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 374 The Complete Tarot Meeting

It's Leonard?!

Klein was stunned on the spot, then he looked at the deep red orb of light that was very close to Leonard, and realized something.

"Parasite? A personal grandpa? Is this why Leonard always thought he was the protagonist?" Klein suddenly realized that having an angel as a grandpa certainly gave him that kind of advantage.

"But this is too much of a coincidence..." Klein always had a feeling that he had developed a phobia of coincidence.

"After this, it might be difficult for me to return to the Church of the Night, so I'll just plant a seed in Leonard's body."

After some thought, Klein looked at Leonard, who was taking a nap in the scene, and directly pulled his spirit up.

Leonard should be on the ship now, returning to Backlund. Klein couldn't take him with him when he ran away, so he had to come back by ship.

hum!

Leonard suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was an unseen being surrounded by gray mist.

"You..." Leonard, who had suddenly appeared above the gray fog, was filled with fear and unease.

"You've been chosen." The Fool's gaze fell on Leonard, bringing him terrifying pressure.

"..." Leonard was dumbfounded. He was sleeping peacefully when suddenly a pot fell from the sky.

Klein naturally knew what Leonard was thinking, so he stopped trying to fool him and directly materialized a scene in Klein's form to convey the situation of Mobert and the others to Leonard.

"Dear Mr. 'Fool'..." The visuals were not only vivid but also accompanied by sound, allowing Leonard to understand them well.

"You may call me Mr. Fool," Mr. Fool said calmly, "and he is my benefactor."

"Klein..." Leonard's mind was about to crash from the sheer volume of information.

"They organized a party with my witness, and you can attend as well." Mr. Fool's voice came again, bringing Leonard back to his senses.

"Then... can I participate?" Leonard asked blankly.

"Choose one as your code name." Klein scattered several tarot cards.

Leonard hesitated for a long time before reaching out and flipping over one of the cards.

"Star"!

"Every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon, dismiss everyone else and meditate quietly," said Mr. Fool, before waving his hand to return Leonard's spirit to his body.

squeak!

In reality, Leonard suddenly jumped up and looked around warily.

"What's wrong?" an old voice echoed in Leonard's mind.

"I...wait a minute!" Leonard looked around, his expression changing rapidly before finally calming down. He closed his eyes and sorted out the information he had gathered.

About three minutes later, Leonard opened his eyes, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Old man, your name is Palles Zoroaster, right? You're a Sequence One angel?" Leonard asked softly.

"..." Leonard couldn't sense the profound tremor in the old man's mind within him. "...Yes, how did you know?"

Leonard didn't answer that question, but instead asked, "Do you have a great-grandson named Mobert Zoroaster?"

"Yes, but he has been missing for over a thousand years." Pales's voice was somewhat ethereal, as if he were recalling something.

"You found him? Just now? Your spirit seemed to stir for a moment. Were you taken away by some deity? Did He tell you?"

Pales stopped hiding his intentions and drew a complete conclusion directly from the known information.

"Uh..." Leonard almost blurted out, "How did you know?"

"Heh, do you even need to guess? Your brain has been idle for a long time." Pales seemed to know what he was thinking and chuckled.

"...Yes," Leonard decided to ignore the question and continue his story, "your great-grandson has been trapped in a book for over a thousand years. He can now get out, but he will die, his lifespan will be exhausted. Can you save him?"

This is the content of the image that Klein showed him.

After listening to Leonard's story, Palles remained silent and pondered for a long time.

"Old man?" Leonard called out softly.

"Saving them is simple, it just might require some help from that being," Pales said.

"What kind of help?" Leonard answered instinctively. He had already attended that gathering, so there should be an opportunity.

"Did you see the gray fog?" Pales's question suddenly took a sharp turn, leaving Leonard speechless.

"That's what it means to see..." Pales sighed softly, as if he had understood everything.

"You tricked me!?" Leonard was completely taken aback; he had already revealed the whole thing!

"Who was that being who pulled your spirit there?" Pales continued to ask.

Leonard, having recovered from his anger and embarrassment, thought about it and realized that the "Fool" hadn't warned him against revealing His name? Was it intentional?

or……

Leonard recalled Mr. Fool's first words, "You've been chosen," and now it seemed that a large part of the reason he was chosen was because of the old man.

“Mr. Fool,” Leonard said the name, and then everything was normal; no divine punishment descended.

“‘Fool’…” Leonard heard the old man’s slightly forlorn voice. “If it were a few hundred or even a thousand years ago, I would have dared to compete, but now it’s really impossible.”

Pales's heart calmed down. This "fool" was definitely not Amon, otherwise Leonard would have put on his monocle just now.

No! Amon might be waiting for me to think that way before he puts on his glasses!

Pales was horrified.

Leonard was puzzled for a moment and didn't take out his monocle.

"Thank goodness," Pales finally breathed a sigh of relief, "as long as it wasn't Amon."

If it's not Amon, then it could be an ally.

"You should be safe," Paris said. "As for Mobert, find out about him first and then tell me."

After speaking, Pales fell silent, and Leonard nodded slightly.

"I have no choice but to attend the party."

At this very moment, above the gray fog, Klein held the "Book of Calamity," the "Scepter of the Sea God," and the Dream Crystal Ball, his eyes fixed on Leonard's crimson star. If there was any movement, he would definitely unleash a barrage of lightning storms.

"Thank goodness, nothing bad happened." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from Leonard's usual performance, this Angel might not be in good shape and is unlikely to hurt Leonard, but you never know.

He put these things away, and then something else occurred to him.

"It seems like 'Justice' and 'Magician' also recommended someone? Perfect timing, let's bring them both on board!"

Klein decided to add another person to the Tarot Club.

(End of this chapter)