"Understood."
At the head of the mottled long table, Klein tapped the edge of the table with his finger, making all the Tarot cards disappear except for the Chariot.
To demonstrate his mystery and authority, Klein added:
"The Chariot acts decisively and swiftly, but the faster the Chariot, the harder it is to discern the truth of the matter and the current situation, ultimately losing its objective."
Anderson paused, but quickly reacted, standing up and bowing respectfully:
"Thank you for your gift and guidance!"
He had wanted to say something more, but didn't know how to address this mysterious existence, so he simply ended the conversation.
Klein leaned back in his chair and said leisurely, "You can call me: Fool."
"I understand, honored Mr. Fool." Anderson bowed again with a deep, reverent gesture.
"The gathering is every Monday at 3 PM Backlund time."
Klein briefly mentioned the time of the gathering, then directly threw him out of the Gray Fog.
Anderson only felt a moment of blurriness, and when he came to, he was already sitting in an armchair in his hotel room.
Looking around, Anderson incredulously touched his face and muttered to himself:
"I'm actually still alive. That mysterious Fool didn't directly corrupt me, but he also didn't remove the bad luck from me."
"Monday, 3 PM Backlund time. Good, only two days. I should be able to last."
"To keep this ordinarily handsome face of mine living in this world, I need to work hard to earn some living expenses, and there's also that sum Gehrman Sparrow extorted."
Patting his cheek, Anderson rose from the armchair, picked up his clothes from the coat rack, and prepared to go out.
The moment his hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly froze. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of peculiar, indifferent eyes containing countless shining stars staring back at him.
"Uh..."
A slight throbbing pain suddenly came from his head, as if some knowledge was being poured into his mind.
That knowledge automatically formed in his mind, turning into a scene:
A rabbit wearing a special black tailcoat, a red bow tie, and a black top hat. It was holding a milky white Die of Probability in its hand, staring unblinkingly ahead, as if looking at someone and making eye contact.
Anderson murmured as if in a dream, "Southern Continent Paz River Valley, it can resolve abnormalities of fate..."
As his voice fell, Anderson seemed to suddenly wake up, shaking his head twice vigorously. As if he felt he wasn't clear-headed enough, he continued to shake and pat his cheeks.
"Is this a hint from Mr. Fool? No, he said I couldn't pay a satisfactory price, so he told me to find someone to help at a later gathering."
"So... those eyes just now, were they that Erudite?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake! I prayed to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom thousands of times before and never got a single response. Why did I suddenly succeed twice in a row? And why is this Erudite's response delayed? Am I going to be seen as an undercover agent by both Hidden existences? Is this a new development in my bad luck?"
The more Anderson spoke, the weaker he became, finally leaning against the door with his hands, burying his head deep in his arms. He felt a sense of sorrow, as if only a few minutes of his life remained.
He maintained this posture for nearly ten minutes, then suddenly, as if having made a decision, he looked up and opened the door. Nothing could be worse than this. It was better to take care of the present first and go borrow some money from the pirates.
At the same time, in another room across the hallway, Klein, by praying to himself and responding to himself, took out the wireless telegraph machine placed above the Gray Fog.
The wireless telegraph machine on the desk was silent for a moment, then the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the temperature instantly dropped several degrees.
Da da da!
The illusory, ethereal typing sound continuously rang out, and a somewhat illusory piece of white paper was spit out from the telegraph machine, with sparkling, bright silver-white Loen words:
"Great and supreme Master, your loyal servant Arrodes comes to pay his respects."
"Congratulations, you have taken another step forward on the path to reclaiming your authority. Your increasingly powerful aura makes me tremble!"
At the end of the words, there was a small emoji of a fearful yet excited figure.
This mirror is very sensitive. It can see that the aura of Sefirah Castle above the Gray Fog on me is stronger. From its performance, it doesn't seem like an item of the Fate pathway? Why can it see my peculiarity?
Klein was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly with Gehrman Sparrow's cold tone, "Hmm."
The telegraph machine on the desk clattered again, spitting out another illusory piece of white paper:
"Great Master, do you have a question you wish to ask me?"
Quite self-aware... Klein sighed inwardly, his face expressionless, and nodded lightly:
"Yes."
"Do you know what the Sequence 4 Beyonder Potion corresponding to the Seer Pathway is called? And where can I obtain its formula and Beyonder Potion ingredients?"
The telegraph machine clattered again, and a new section of illusory white paper emerged:
"Great Master, are you testing me?"
"The Sequence 4 of the Seer Pathway is called Bizzaro Sorcerer. There are only three ways to obtain the corresponding Beyonder Potion formula."
"The first is the Church of the Evernight Goddess; they have always had a habit of cultivating Seers and also keep mermaids. The second is Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, but he has gone mad. I am very sorry, esteemed Master, due to the limitations of this wireless telegraph machine, I cannot show you related images. The third is the main peak of the Hornacis Mountains, which is the origin of the Antigonus family."
My identity in the Church is already that of a dead person. I can't find the Secret Order at all, and even if I did, facing a mad Angel, I would be helpless. Can I only go to the Hornacis Mountains? Is this why Queen Mystic prophesied my fate would be in the Hornacis Mountains?
Klein looked at the words on the wireless telegraph machine expressionlessly, comparing the various options in his mind, each more dangerous than the last.
The clattering sound suddenly rang out again, and new words appeared on the ethereal white paper:
"Great Master, perhaps there is another possibility, but I cannot be sure. I cannot see through that person, but I instinctively believe he should also understand this knowledge, or he has a way to understand this knowledge. Do you want to know?"
"Yes." Klein nodded calmly. This was the first time he had seen Arrodes use words like "uncertain" or "instinct" to describe a person.
The wireless telegraph machine on the desk clattered again:
"Great Master, you also know him, Leyton Soth from Feynapotter. He also has an identity at sea called Al Tines."
"There are too many hidden things about him; what I can see is very limited, so I cannot confirm whether he has grasped the relevant information. However, Beyonder Potion formulas are also a kind of knowledge, and as a Blessed of knowledge, he must have a way to obtain the knowledge he needs."
That sounds reasonable. I can ask about it at the next Tarot Club. If he has it, great; if not, it won't be worse... Klein nodded lightly, then asked the next question:
"Who is most suitable to resolve the bad luck curse brought by Ouroboros's murals?"
The telegraph machine immediately clattered, spitting out a new piece of white paper:
"Great Master, there are four choices most suitable for you. They are respectively:
That rabbit Al Tines keeps; the Die of Probability, which evolved from the Fate pathway Uniqueness, is with it. There is a Snake of Fate hidden in Backlund. A member of the Life School of Thought's Fate Council is hiding on Oravi Island, currently recuperating there. And there is Destiny, who you previously encountered; he is drifting on the Fog Sea, seemingly searching for something."
Each option is far away. I hope Anderson can hold on. Hmm... Or I could ask him to pay in advance, so I don't have to worry about him dying before he pays.
Klein pondered in silence for a moment, then nodded lightly to the wireless telegraph machine on the desk:
"That's all for now."
The telegraph machine clattered again, spitting out another illusory piece of white paper:
"Yes, great and supreme Master, may you return to the divine throne soon. Your loyal servant awaits your command at any time... Then, I shall take my leave."
At the end of the words, there was a small emoji of a person waving goodbye with tears in their eyes.
Klein stood calmly in place, saying nothing. The illusory white papers that had emerged from the wireless telegraph machine in front of him instantly became transparent and vanished. The light in the room brightened considerably, and the temperature also rose slightly.
Klein, standing in front of the desk, let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
Arrodes doesn't seem to be a simple Sealed Artifact either. It can see through my peculiarities without having any Fate-related characteristics itself. Is it because it is inherently connected to this peculiarity, or does it involve certain special authorities, such as "Omniscience"?
"Omniscience" should be the authority of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. With the Sequence 0 position occupied, the upper limit of this Pathway is Sequence 2. Does the "Magic Mirror" Arrodes correspond to the Beyonder characteristic of Sequence 2 of this Pathway?
Perhaps I can ask Will Auceptin. Anyway, I was planning to ask him. If I write the words smaller and more densely, I should be able to fit in one more question.
Thinking this, Klein quickly walked to the desk, unfolded the paper crane Will Auceptin had folded, and densely wrote down the questions he wanted to ask with a pencil:
"How to remove the bad luck curse brought by the Angel of Fate's mural?"
"Where can I obtain the Bizzaro Sorcerer's Beyonder Potion formula and ingredients?"
"What is the origin of Sealed Artifact 2-111, the 'Magic Mirror' Arrodes, collected by the Backlund Church of the God of Steam and Machinery?"