“You must not speak my name without my permission.”
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Several minutes after the Gathering ended, Audrey and Alger, who had returned to their bedroom and ship respectively, could still hear the words of The Fool reverberating in their ears.
Their impression of the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool was normally relaxed, calm, and unfathomable. It was rare that he would adopt such a stern, supercilious attitude.
Because of that, they were exceptionally alarmed. They submitted to his wishes sincerely.
They were no strangers to words like that, but these instructions were normally recorded within the The Revelation of Evernight or The Book of Storms!
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In the West Borough of Tingen City, on Daffodil Street.
Klein pulled open the curtains and allowed the golden sunlight to pour into his bedroom.
He had inspected the star that previously sent out a prayer after Justice and The Hanged Man left, but didn’t obtain any information this time round.
Since the crimson star had the ability to store prayers, akin to sending offline messages, Klein believed that the youth who spoke Jotun hadn’t prayed again from the last two times he entered the world above the giant.
This made him suspect that there was no hope left for the youth’s parents, and that the young man had chosen to give up...
With his back facing the sunlight, Klein walked to the edge of his bed and laid down. He didn’t want to move.
He knew that he shouldn’t waste any time and head to the Divination Club and continue the process of digesting the potion, but he didn’t want to move. He laid silently on his bed, enjoying his rare break.
He had a full schedule from Tuesday to Friday, mysticism lessons and practicals in the mornings, shooting and combat training in the afternoons. He was mentally exhausted by the time evening came around. There was no change in his morning routine on Saturday, but he had to guard Chanis Gate in the afternoon. He would’ve stayed underground until the dawn of Sunday.
Sunday morning was time for Klein to catch up on sleep. In the afternoon, circumstances would determine if he went to the Divination Club. On Monday morning, he had just returned from Khoy University in the morning and had the Tarot Gathering in the afternoon. He also had to think about the issue of acting as a Seer. In other words, he had been busy the entire week, with no time to rest.
Thus, all Klein wanted to do was laze around, lying on his bed like a loser, not doing anything except daydreaming.
No, how can a boss of a cult be so worthless. If Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man caught wind of this, their impression of me would shatter... Klein buried his face into his blanket and motivated himself.
“I have the formula for the Clown potion, all I need to do now is fully digest the Seer potion... I have the formula to the Clown potion, all I need to do now is fully digest the Seer potion...”
He muttered to himself and then propped himself up.
Klein took a bronze coin from his pocket and quickly divined if it was suitable for him to head to the club today and got an definitive response.
“Five, four, three, two, one!”
After the countdown, he forced himself to stand up straight and walked over to the clothes rack before picking out his suit and hat.
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In the meeting room of the Divination Club on Howes Street.
Klein sat down in a shaded corner and sipped on his Sibe black tea as he read the Tingen City Honest Paper. There weren’t many members around him, just six or seven.
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