Truman looked at the ancient, magnificent mysterious palace around him, which resembled a giant’s dwelling, and sensed that he had now left his body and was safely surviving in the form of a spirit body.
He couldn’t help but ask aloud.
He didn’t think any deity other than the Primordial Demoness would be “kind” enough to give him a hand.
When Mr.
Fool and Miss Justice heard Truman mention “Goddess” and “divine kingdom,” their gazes toward him became noticeably more friendly.
The Goddess mentioned in Loen language was naturally the Evernight Goddess.
As two believers of the Evernight Goddess, they never even considered other possibilities.
“I’m sorry to tell you, sir, but you are not dreaming.”
Miss Justice smiled, stood up, and asked Mr.
Fool for permission.
“Mr.
Fool, please allow me to introduce our Tarot Club to our new member.”
Mr.
Fool nodded profoundly, exuding the bearing of a true powerhouse.
“Sir, this is the Tarot Club.”
“You may choose a Tarot card as your codename.”
“We are a friendly organization for exchanging information and supernatural materials.”
Miss Justice introduced the current situation to Truman with a strong sense of ownership.
“Oh.”
Truman nodded while listening to Miss Justice’s introduction, and at the same time silently recited the honorific name of the Primordial Demoness in his heart.
“The Source of All Catastrophes;
“The Symbol of Destruction and Apocalypse;
“The Demoness who controls chaos.”
After Miss Justice’s introduction, he now clearly understood that he had most likely been targeted by some evil god.
Compared to this unknown evil god, the Primordial Demoness he currently worshipped was far more reliable.
“So, sir, which codename will you choose?”
Miss Justice asked curiously.
Truman looked at Miss Justice’s curious gaze and felt that his prayer had received no response whatsoever.
He felt that he might have been abandoned by the Primordial Demoness.
More likely, this unknown space was able to block his prayers from reaching the outside world.
“Lovers!”
He replied expressionlessly.
“What?”
Miss Justice asked again, somewhat taken aback.
Mr.
Fool Klein and The Hanged Man Alger also looked at Mr.
Lovers with strange expressions.
“I think this card is quite interesting.”
“The Lovers card symbolizes choice and commitment, as well as love, cooperation, and intimate relationships.”
Although Truman didn’t understand why this organization used Tarot cards as codenames, he had read Emperor Roselle’s diary, and he knew very well that Emperor Roselle had created a set of Blasphemy Cards.
Tarot cards could usually be used for divination, which might be something he could exploit in mysticism.
So Truman didn’t choose the most fitting Magician card, but instead randomly picked a card with a weaker connection.
The Lovers card!
He maintained unclear relationships with many members of the Demoness Sect.
So this card could, to a certain extent, point to him mystically.
But the connection was the least tight—it was purely related to romantic luck.
“The appearance of the Lovers card represents that we need to pay attention to issues of trust between people.”
“Choosing this card also shows my determination to integrate into the Tarot Club.”
Truman smiled at the members of the Tarot Club.
Klein glanced at the light gate pattern that appeared on the back of Mr.
Lovers’ chair, but for now, he couldn’t identify what mysterious symbol it represented.
The Hanged Man Alger smiled silently, clearly not believing Mr.
Lovers’ words.
Only Justice Audrey was somewhat pleased with Truman’s response.
She felt that she had contributed to Mr.
Lovers integrating so quickly.
“Ladies and gentlemen, have you found any of Roselle’s diaries?”
Klein stopped dwelling on Mr.
Lovers’ issue, tapped his brow, and asked with a smile.
“I found two pages of Roselle’s diary and memorized their contents.”
“I only remembered one page.”
Hearing Mr.
Fool bring up business, The Hanged Man and Justice became somewhat more serious.
“Excellent!”
Klein was overjoyed at this.
He manifested parchment for Justice and The Hanged Man to record the contents of Roselle’s diary.
Truman’s gaze shifted to Justice Audrey.
He very much hoped this kind-hearted young lady would explain the issue regarding Emperor Roselle’s diary.
However, the usually gentle Miss Justice now used a somewhat stern look to indicate that Truman should save his questions for later.
This was Mr.
Fool’s exclusive reading time.
Truman glanced at the mysterious figure shrouded in thick gray mist.
The other party did seem to genuinely understand Chinese, not just putting on airs.
“I knew it.”
“I was wondering earlier—had no one been able to decipher Chinese in all these centuries?”
“This is a world with the supernatural.
Setting aside the distant ones, couldn’t the God of Knowledge and Wisdom decrypt Chinese?”
When Truman saw that mysterious Mr.
Fool could understand Roselle’s diary, his first thought wasn’t fear, but relief—as if a great weight had finally been lifted from his heart.
Truman had long known that there was a Blasphemy Card in the Backlund Kingdom Museum.
He had even gone to investigate the site, but ultimately gave up.
Emperor Roselle was dead, and his death was suspicious, filled with incongruities everywhere.
In a world where the dead could speak, was Chinese really that secure?
So Truman had always worried that the seemingly easily accessible Blasphemy Card left in Backlund was a trap targeting transmigrators.
Picking up leftovers?
Who were they kidding?
Now it seemed that, as expected, Roselle’s diary was clearly no secret to those truly powerful figures.
Truman felt his spirituality continuously depleting.
He looked at the other Tarot Club members, who remained calm and composed, and stayed silent.
“Apologies, I got carried away reading.”
Klein came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at everyone.
Originally, after unexpectedly inviting Mr.
Lovers to the gray fog, he had thought his burden would greatly increase.
But to his surprise, the pressure he bore was actually much less than expected.
Klein lightly clicked his teeth three times to activate his spiritual vision.
In his field of vision, the energy aura on the surface of Mr.
Lovers’ astral body seemed to be producing some奇妙 reaction with the gray fog.
Mr.
Lovers’ spirituality slowly depleted, helping him bear part of the spiritual consumption.
“Although I don’t know why Mr.
Lovers can help me bear part of the spiritual pressure, this is undoubtedly good news for me.”
“Moreover, the aura color of Mr.
Lovers’ astral body is richer than that of Miss Justice and Mr.
Hanged Man.
This level of consumption shouldn’t harm him if we share it together.”
Mr.
Fool now found Mr.
Lovers more and more pleasing to the eye.
Who would complain about having an extra power bank?
Moreover, not only had Mr.
Fool saved Mr.
Lovers when he was on the verge of losing control, but he could also read Roselle’s diary that no one else could decipher.
Hadn’t his prestige been instantly maxed out?
Mr.
Fool felt the slow rate of his spiritual consumption and decided he was in a stable position.
He had this one firmly in his grasp!
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T/N: there goes Mr.
Fool lampooning again
T/N: Thanks for reading!