Now it wasn’t just Audrey—even Klein and Alger had become extremely wary of the Spectator pathway.
Mind reading, hypnosis, psychological suggestion.
Who wouldn’t be wary of such disgusting abilities?
Truman noticed that Miss Justice seemed somewhat repelled by the Spectator pathway.
He realized that his earlier words might have been a bit too harsh.
“Ahem, Miss Justice, the supernatural itself is neither good nor evil—only the people who wield it can be good or evil.”
“Sequence 7’s Psychiatrist can help Beyonders who have lost control regain their sanity, escape dangerous situations, and soothe agitated spirits.
That should be the direction you strive toward in the future.”
After hearing Mr.
Lovers’ reassurance, Miss Justice breathed a slight sigh of relief, regained her vitality, and smiled at Truman.
“Thank you again for Mr.
Lovers’ comfort.
May I ask if there’s any way to avoid hypnosis?”
Mr.
Fool Klein and The Hanged Man Alger also pricked up their ears discreetly.
They were also very interested in the answer to this question.
“If it’s combat, there are naturally many ways to deal with a Spectator.”
“But considering that you need to join the Psychology Alchemists to obtain the potion, my advice is that you’d better seek the protection of some existence.”
“That way, you can fool those who want to hypnotize you and successfully infiltrate them.”
Truman glanced at Mr.
Fool, indicating that Miss Justice could seek that one’s protection.
“Mr.
Fool, if I find the whereabouts of the Psychology Alchemists, may I seek your protection?”
Miss Justice asked with sparkling eyes.
Mr.
Fool Klein watched the ball get kicked back to him.
He could only accept it with tears in his heart, while inwardly praying to the Evernight Goddess that Miss Justice wouldn’t find the Psychology Alchemists too quickly.
“Third question, if—um, I mean if—an ordinary animal consumes a Sequence 9 potion, what would happen?”
Miss Justice asked somewhat shyly after receiving Mr.
Fool’s affirmative answer.
What kind of question is that?
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Would anyone actually do something that stupid?
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Klein and Alger were both stunned at the same time.
“You succeeded?”
Truman looked at Miss Justice in disbelief.
His face was alternating between pale and green, completely losing the calm and rational composure he had shown earlier.
“Mm.”
Because Mr.
Lovers had helped her answer many questions, although she felt somewhat embarrassed, Audrey ultimately didn’t hide it.
“How many times did you try?”
Truman gripped the edge of the bronze long table tightly with both hands, his gray eyes fixed intensely on Miss Justice.
“Once? Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
What’s wrong?”
Miss Justice blinked, somewhat confused as to why Mr.
Lovers would ask such an obvious question.
If it weren’t for an accident, why would she waste a potion on an animal?
“Once?
Once?”
“Why did you succeed on the first try!
I failed ten times?”
Truman muttered to himself as he collapsed into his high-backed chair, his eyes completely losing their light.
‘Grinding doesn’t change fate, and paying doesn’t change life, Mr.
Lovers.’
Klein couldn’t help but curl his lips at Mr.
Lovers’ state.
Ten consecutive draws couldn’t beat a single pull.
He could understand the other party’s current depressed mood.
“If I may be so bold, Mr.
Lovers, what potion did you feed to your pet?”
Audrey asked curiously.
She had no idea that the success rate of animals consuming potions would be so low.
“Sequence 9 potion—Mystery Pryer.”
Truman put away the brief flash of disappointment on his face and said.
“Mr.
Lovers, I must remind you, the Mystery Pryer is a supernatural pathway that is very prone to losing control.”
“You should have heard of an evil organization called the Aurora Order.
Their members are either unfathomable madmen or deeply hidden lunatics.”
The Hanged Man Alger said with a twitching mouth.
He hadn’t expected Mr.
Lovers’ methods to be so wild.
“Mr.
Hanged Man, don’t be biased against the Mystery Pryer.”
“A pet that has consumed a Mystery Pryer potion can help you detect certain mysterious and terrifying existences.”
“That can save your life in certain situations!”
Truman smiled and corrected The Hanged Man Alger’s prejudice against the Mystery Pryer.
The Tarot Club meeting gradually came to an end amid casual conversation.
Everyone stood up, bowed to Mr.
Fool, and then concluded the session.
Crimson light flickered past, and various illusions shattered.
Truman closed his eyes, feeling his body plummet as if falling from the clouds.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the real world.
On the desk before him sat the statue of the Primordial Demoness, the Fourth Epoch divination crystal ball, and a letter sent to him by the Saintess of White.
Truman looked at his hand gripping the crystal ball and suddenly felt an urge to throw it away. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
But he glanced at the Demoness statue beside the crystal ball and suppressed his impulse for the time being.
Truman set the statue and crystal ball aside.
He took out a pen and a notebook from the drawer, intending to organize his speculations about Mr.
Fool and the Tarot Club.
But suddenly, his brow furrowed tightly.
“Why is my spirituality still being consumed after leaving that gray fog?”
Truman activated his spiritual vision to check his condition, and was surprised to find a faint layer of mist surrounding him.
Those mists were somewhat similar to the gray fog in that mysterious space.
Truman’s intuition told him that the appearance of this gray fog should be related to the Deceiver Ghost’s supernatural power.
But…
“What use is this gray fog?”
He didn’t notice that, as he studied the gray fog, the countless eyes on the Primordial Demoness statue on the table seemed to flicker.
Truman tried to cut off the spiritual consumption.
After losing its spiritual supply, the faint mist surrounding him also disappeared.
“Strange.”
He picked up the pen again and began writing in his notebook.
“Oh Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…”
Because Truman knew that the Chinese used by Emperor Roselle could no longer serve as a secure method, he chose to use English.
A three-part honorific name?
A revived ancient existence?
Then what was the purpose of the Tarot Club’s existence?
What was their goal in seeking the Antigonus family?
Truman arranged the information on the three Tarot Club members, including himself, one by one.
[Miss Justice, Spectator pathway, Loen upper class.
Short-term goal: join the Psychology Alchemists.]
[The Hanged Man, Sailor pathway, suspected member of the Storm Church, suspected to be undervalued.]
[Mr.
Lovers, Apprentice pathway, member of the Demoness Sect.]
For the content that followed, Truman didn’t even dare use English.
He used his own improvised symbols to refer to certain matters.
[Mr.
Fool: race unknown, strength unknown, origin unknown, stance unknown.
Speculation: His actions are restricted.
He lacks common knowledge about the world.
Speculation: His strength is formidable, at least above Sequence 3.
He possesses an unknown mysterious space that can block Mr.
Door’s whispers and prayers directed at deities.
Conclusion: Cannot be confronted head-on!]
For now, go along with him.
Wait for the future—there may be a turning point!
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T/N: Thanks for reading!