Chapter 143: The Fool's Real-Time Translator

Klein paced around the small shooting range as he pondered over the

intent of the Church of Evernight regarding the Seer pathway.

*Do they not want Nighthawks to choose this pathway, or do they not want

Beyonders to become powerful through this pathway? As such, they only

revealed the Sequence 9 Seer which is clearly a support type? Captain

also mentioned that the Holy Cathedral might have the subsequent

recipes...*

*No, they didn't even provide the names of the potions for Sequence

Numbers 8 and 7 in the confidential information that I read. They merely

described the battle characteristics of each Sequence... In other words,

they don't want those under them to realize that the Church might hold

the actual formulas.*

*Is there a possibility that Nighthawks who chose this pathway could

become "vengeful spirits" for the Antigonus family, and thus, the

higher-ups of the Church made a decision like this? Or could there be

some other reason?*

Klein suddenly felt incredibly suspicious, a sense of intense wariness

and vigilance, towards the higher-ups of the Church. He began

reconsidering whether he should openly hand over the special application

to become a Clown.

*If there are some terrifying secrets behind this, wouldn't I be jumping

into the fire myself? Frankly, I'm not a person that can be placed under

strict investigation...*

*But the Tingen branch has handed the Clown potion formula over to the

Church. Any Seer who learned of this would hope to advance. Isn't that

normal? Sequence 8 is still considered a low Sequence, so it shouldn't

invite too much attention...*

*The only problem is that I would only take a month to completely digest

the potion and submit a special application. If the higher-ups are

familiar with the "acting method," they would be able to realize what I

did immediately... Of course, I do have an excuse; I know Spirit Medium

Daly after all. Old Neil, who is strict in abiding by the Mystery

Pryer's maxim, is also my friend. The claim that I gained inspiration

from them and refined the "acting method" isn't too hard to

believe.*

*Yes, even Daly received attention from the higher-ups only after

showing signs of digesting a Sequence 7 potion in three years, and is

now being nurtured to become a future Archbishop. Being at the stage of

Clown shouldn't garner me too much attention---unless I fully digest the

Clown potion in a few months, giving them confirmation to believe that I

have truly mastered the "acting method"...*

*In other words, applying for the Clown potion isn't a risky move. I can

continue with that plan, but I should pay attention to this in the

future. Sigh, I'll have to take things one step at a time. I'll do a

divination back at home.*

Klein collected himself and took out his revolver from his holster

before carrying on with his daily shooting practice and maintenance.

The quality of the revolver that he had gotten from his schoolmate,

Welch, was unexpectedly good. Without any surprise, it would last for

quite some time. Of course, he had to credit Dunn and Leonard for

teaching him how to maintain a revolver.

*To be honest, it doesn't matter if it's damaged. These are all things I

can request compensation for.* Klein looked at the target, put

away his revolver, and left the Shooting Club.

He took the public transport back to 2 Daffodil Street. Before arriving

at his destination, he saw a young lady pacing about his door.

This lady was dressed in a blue lacy dress, as well as a thinly veiled

hat. She was Melissa's classmate---Elizabeth who had her adorable baby

fat.

She quickly approached when she saw Klein arrive, taking off her hat to

reveal her joyful face.

She paused for two seconds before smiling.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. I'm guessing that you just came back from

Lamud Town, right?"

I'm sorry, I came back in the morning... Klein smiled.

"No, I came from Zouteland Street."

Yes, that was a very honest answer... He laughed to himself.

Elizabeth froze for a moment, then said with excitement, "Alright, I

guessed wrongly. I came to look for you because I wanted to tell you

that I didn't have that nightmare last night. I no longer dreamed about

the knight in black armor! This was exactly the same as the result of

your divination!"

*Of course---that wraith was completely purified by Sealed Artifact

3-0782. I couldn't channel his spirit even if I was there, much less

your dream...* Klein laughed and replied gently, "I'm happy that

you're freed from your troubles. I'm also very satisfied with my

divination yesterday."

"Thank you, thank you once again! Alright, I have to go now, I still

have lessons in the afternoon. Bye bye, Mr. Moretti. I'll visit Melissa

when I have the time\~" Elizabeth left joyfully, renting a carriage by

the side of the road.

As the carriage began to roll forward, she smiled and thought proudly,

Melissa definitely doesn't know how great her brother is...

*It seems as though my explanation just now was useless. Young ladies

would rather trust their intuition and the truths made up in their

minds...* Klein saw Elizabeth board the carriage and opened the

door to his house. He made his way to his room.

He rested for a while before he began to consolidate everything that had

happened over the past week, including the questions he had yet to

resolve.

After completing the task, he burned his notes, took out his pocket

watch, and opened it.

"Half past two? There's another fifteen minutes left..." Seeing that he

still had time, Klein put on his oldest suit and headed to Smyrin Bakery

at Iron Cross Street to buy a cup of sweet iced tea from Mrs. Wendy.

He drank his beverage as he returned, then sealed his room with a wall

of spirituality at fifteen minutes to three. He then took four steps

counterclockwise and entered the world above the gray fog.

In the quiet, ancient palace, Klein conjured a piece of goatskin and

wrote down a divination statement: "I should obtain the Clown potion

through the Nighthawks."

He put his pen down and untangled the spirit pendulum on his wrist. He

grabbed the pendulum firmly with his left hand, allowing the topaz to be

suspended right above the piece of paper.

He recited the statement seven times. His eyes darkened and the pendulum

in his hand started to turn. It turned clockwise.

*It's a positive answer, so it's appropriate. But it'll be hard to say

for the sequences after Clown. I should seriously develop my Tarot

Club...* Klein did another divination to confirm the answer.

After this, he used his hand and pressed down on the dark red star

representing the Sun.

He wanted to bring the youth from the City of Silver in early and ask if

he revealed whatever had happened in this world to the six-member

council. If he hadn't, then Klein would give him a better way of knowing

what time the gatherings would start.

In a room of the Berg household in the City of Silver.

Derrick sat silently by the side of his bed, waiting for The Fool's

summoning.

In order to avoid being near anybody, he didn't even go out of the house

after he "returned." He had nearly finished all the food in his room.

Bearing with the hunger and hearing the growls of his stomach, Derrick

felt as though he was a living corpse roaming around on a dark plain.

However, he remained silent nor did he stand.

At that moment, he saw a dark red color spread in the air, quickly

swallowing him.

The gray, boundless, cold, lonely world appeared in his field of vision

once again. Seated at the seat of honor, The Fool, who was obscured by

the thick fog, presented himself in front of him once more.

Klein was satisfied that his "summoning" wasn't interrupted. He also

confirmed that he didn't face any immediate danger.

"Sun, we meet again," he said smilingly, using Jotun.

Derrick was shocked by what had happened. He lowered his head.

"You are a Fool who keeps his word."

"The other members will arrive in a while. Before that, I'll confirm a

few things with you first." Klein used the Loen language this time, but

willed the mysterious space to translate it into Jotun.

The words rang through the air, coming to Derrick in Jotun. He asked

curiously,

"What's the matter?"

*Well, now that I've gained a certain degree of mastery over Jotun, the

mysterious space above the gray fog can translate whatever I say in real

time. This means that I won't have to worry about Justice and The Hanged

Man not understanding whatever Sun says... Sigh, why does a boss like me

have to work so tirelessly?* Klein pinched the bridge of his

nose. He laughed and shook his head.

"I'll permit you to recite my name; remember the incantations I'm going

to tell you."

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above

the gray fog; the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck"

Derrick's pupils constricted when he heard that, but he didn't dare to

get distracted. He recited it over and over again in his heart, then

confirmed it with The Fool.

"You have to use a simple ritual and recite my name whenever you return

to the City of Silver... I will notify you in advance for future

gatherings. You need not pay too much attention to it on other days, nor

do you have to avoid anyone. When you receive my notification, isolate

yourself within a thousand heartbeats." Klein told him the method he had

been deliberating on for quite some time.

This was essentially a response to a prayer.

As he had to consider the situation regarding the City of Silver, as

well as save time, Klein opted to omit the other steps of the ritual

since it was a plea directed toward him.

"A thousand heartbeats?" Derrick muttered to himself.

Klein described the general idea of the Tarot Club to Derrick, then took

out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Derrick froze for a while, instinctively looking at the wondrous item.

When three approached, Klein extended his hand and pressed on the dark

red stars representing Justice and The Hanged Man.

Derrick didn't blink as he witnessed this. He saw light burst forth

opposite and beside him, as two hazy figures extended from within.

Audrey Hall surveyed her surroundings and froze suddenly. She then heard

the ever-calm voice of Mr. Fool.

"This is our newest member, his code name is Sun."

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

Newest member? Audrey was shocked at first, then her shock immediately

turned to joy.

She was very excited to see the development of the Tarot Club. She felt

like a protagonist.

The Hanged Man Alger creased his brows, a little upset that The Fool

would drag in a new member so suddenly.

*He should've at least mentioned it to us... But a great figure like Mr.

Fool wouldn't have to care about our feelings...* He thought in

exasperation before giving a simple greeting to Justice and Sun.

In this short process, Audrey entered the her Spectator state and paid

close attention to the newest member Sun.

"He should be quite young... His body language tells me that he's a

little nervous and restrained... But he ultimately maintains a tolerable

air of silence, giving the feeling of, hmm, a lone wolf, yes, a lone

wolf..." Audrey thought as she cast her gaze at The Fool who was seated

at the end of the long bronze table.

She said in joy, "Mr. Fool, I've collected another two pages of Emperor

Roselle's diary."