Part 1 The Joker Chapter 93 – A New Diary

Above the gray mist, roots of massive stone pillars supported a magnificent temple.

　　Two clusters of crimson suddenly appeared next to the ancient, mottled bronze long table, blurring and stretching into illusory figures.

　　”Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.” Audrey, who had a hazy effect attached, curtsied and smiled lightly, “It’s a pity there’s no wine here, otherwise we could toast to your attempt’s success.”

　　She was referring to the ritual magic thing.

　　”Your power is far beyond our imagination.” Alger Wilson followed suit with a compliment.

　　Klein still had a dense to extreme gray mist surrounding him, and he pressed his right hand in vain, speaking as if answering an ordinary and normal matter:

　　”Very well, this shows that we are on a fruitful path, in the future, if you have something that you can’t get out of on Monday afternoon, then hold the ceremony ahead of time and let me know, well, just modify the ‘pray for a good dream’ and so on in the incantation to a specific reason. ”

　　”Okay.” Audrey nodded in a brisk tone, “Mr. Fool, I’ve acquired another page of Rossel the Great’s diary, and I should still owe a page.”

　　”I was away from land this week and wasn’t able to find a new one.” Alger pressed his right hand to his chest and bent forward in apology.

　　”No need to be concerned, the cycle of this thing is destined to be long.” Klein leaned back in his chair and tapped his index finger on the armrest, looking over at Ms. Justice, “You can ‘express’ the diary now.”

　　Audrey owed a slight bow:

　　”By your will.”

　　She picked up the pen that had suddenly appeared on the table and carefully recalled in her mind the runes that she had been forced to memorize and give to the will that she wanted to express.

　　Within seconds, though, she saw the parchment before her filled with content, dense, neat and organized.

　　Checking it over, she put the pen down and said:

　　”There.”

　　Klein gently raised his hand and the parchment appeared in his palm with a flourish.

　　Gazing down, he began to read without emotional ups and downs:

　　”July 9th, an interesting question suddenly occurred to me, since the Sequence Pathways are also known as the Favor of the Gods, the Pathways of the Gods, then why is the tablet that records the complete twenty-two Sequence Pathways known as the Blasphemy Tablet, ‘blasphemy’, what a meaningful word! Who exactly did …… desecrate?”

　　”And who made the Blasphemy Tablet? Why does it hold all the sequence pathways? What else is written on it? I wish I could see it ……”

　　”July 12th, today I learned the fact that Seals are an important part of the Church’s strength, even if some of them are very, very dangerous, and of the seven major churches, the Church of the God of Craftsmen has the least number of Seals, and the relative danger is also the lowest …… Have I joined an organization that has organization that doesn’t have much of a future? No, I should think of it this way, only white paper is good for drawing, and a weak organization is good for me to play!”

　　”On the 14th of July, I met that mysterious Mr. Charatou again, and he turned out to be the leader of the ancient organization, the Secret Society!”

　　Seeing this, Klein’s pupils shrunk and nearly showed an abnormal reaction.

　　In the information of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the Charatu family only had some connection with the Secret Society, and when it came to Emperor Rosier, the mysterious Mr. Charatu was further proved to be the leader of the Secret Society.

　　So, it seems that the Order of Esotericism has mastered the “diviner” sequence path is a fact without doubt ……

　　While Klein was reading the diary, Audrey looked upwards and habitually began to observe.

　　However, her sight, her gaze, was completely blocked by the thick gray fog.

　　Frozen, Audrey snapped back to her senses and twisted her head in panic, looking at one illusory crimson star after another.

　　”I was so reckless, so bold, so stupid to try to observe Mr. Fool …… Fortunately, fortunately, he wasn’t angry.” Audrey quietly spat out her tongue, putting on a laid-back appearance of admiring the scenery, just short of humming a light melody under her breath.

　　Alger sat in silence, gazing straight at the surface of the long bronze table, at peace as if he were facing a true deity.

　　Klein withdrew his thoughts and swept his gaze to the end of the journal in his hand:

　　”Upon learning that I had become a ‘Generalist’, Mr. Charatu said that I had chosen a path that was destined to be treacherous but relatively safe up front. When I asked why, he just laughed and said that the Sequence Pathway hid many more secrets than I had ever imagined. I couldn’t resist asking him which sequence pathway he was on, and he told me his sequence 9 was ‘Diviner’.”

　　”I deliberately mocked and said, is every ‘Diviner’ like this, saying half and hiding half and never making things clear? And he’s obviously a high sequence powerhouse, he didn’t need to play the role of ‘diviner’ a long time ago!”

　　”That Mr. Charatu said that this is a habit he’s picked up since he was a ‘Diviner’ and that it’s the only way to pique my curiosity and get me to work with him. He wants me to help him steal a dangerous seal from the Church of the Artisan God, a relic of the Antigonus family.”

　　”Obviously, this matter would have to wait until I became a core member of the Church of the God of Craftsmen, and I asked Mr. Charatu again how long it would take to digest the magic potion using the ‘play method’, and by what standard.”

　　”He told me that in the lower sequences, as long as one can play strictly, it takes no more than half a year to digest the magic potion, the fastest is even only a month, and the standard of measurement is very simple, once it is thoroughly digested, each Extraordinary Person himself can immediately appreciate that it is yes, and it is no.”

　　”I continued to ask for details and specifics, and he laughed without saying anything.”

　　”Screw laughing without saying anything, when I become a High Sequence powerhouse, I’ll punch a ‘Diviner’ when I see one!”

　　…… Rest in Peace, Great One …… Klein reads it over a few times, returning his gaze to “Justice” and “The Inverted Hanged Man ”

　　”I have kept you waiting.”

　　”It was our pleasure.” Audrey was too stunned to remember that she was “in the audience”.

　　She looked over at the Inverted Man and organized her words:

　　”Where can I find the Psychic Alchemy Society?”

　　Mental Alchemy Society …… Klein suddenly remembered the gentleman who bought the “audience” magic potion auxiliary materials in the underground market in Tingen City.

　　Perhaps he was a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?

　　Just as Klein was considering how to contact the other party, “Inverted Hanging Man” Alger Wilson shook his head:

　　”‘Miss Justice’, firstly, I don’t know the clues, secondly, I don’t think there’s a need for you to be in such a hurry to look for the Psychological Alchemy Society, your current focus should be on digesting the ‘Audience’ magic potion. ”

　　Audrey took a quick glance at the Fool and nodded in slight disappointment as she saw that he had no intention of adding anything:

　　”I was just hoping to have plenty of time to prepare and approach them more naturally, okay, so when do I digest the ‘audience’ potion and end the play? Is there any criteria for judging this? I hardly ever get moody, hear ravings, etc. anymore.”

　　”The Inverted Hanged Man” Alger glanced at the Fool in the gray mist and saw that he had nothing to say, so he spoke with deliberation:

　　”If you don’t use the ‘playing method’, the general principle is to wait for at least three years, after confirming that there is no mania, hallucinations, hallucinations, etc. at all, and then use a simple method to determine that, that is, to let oneself consume to the limit, and in such a state, if one still doesn’t hear crazy whispers or see strange things , then that would indicate that promotion is possible.”

　　”And the ‘playing method’, I also just touched it, it feels good, it should not take three years.”

　　Said is the same as not saying …… three years, this is too long …… Audrey slandered in her heart.

　　Her thoughts just now appeared, suddenly heard the light knocking sound of duk duk duk duk.

　　Audrey was first stunned, then delighted, twisting her head to look, and saw the Fool tapping on the edge of the long table.

　　Alger sat more upright and waited for the Fool to speak.

　　Klein spoke in a tone as normal:

　　”In the lower sequences, with strict play, it can be completely digested within six months, and a month is not out of the question.”

　　He looked to Justice and added soothingly:

　　”The signs of thorough digestion, by then you will naturally know, you don’t need to be taught by others.”

　　”A month …… is great! Thank you, Mr. Fool!” Audrey’s joy was simply overflowing.

　　Miss Justice, don’t think you’re the Chosen One, the point is half a year …… Klein raised his right hand and put it to his mouth.

　　”Six months ……” repeated Alger in a low voice.

　　In his tone, Audrey keenly heard joy, reassurance, and intense doubt.

　　What was he wondering about? Audrey spoke thoughtfully:

　　”Mr. Fool, do you have any plans to add new members?”

　　Klein relaxed and leaned back, prepared for the answer:

　　”It started out as an experiment, without so much as an additional consideration.”

　　”But now, as a regular gathering, members must be strictly selected, and secrecy is our aim.”

　　Audrey nodded slightly:

　　”That is to say, procedures such as observation, recommendation and examination are required, well, procedures.”

　　”You’re not wrong to understand it that way.” Klein replied in the affirmative.

　　In his mind, he was pondering on how to ask about the Secret Cultivation Society and the “Joker” magic potion.

　　What should I ask that fits my “status”? Klein was in a dilemma.

　　At this moment, seeing that Justice had nothing else to do for the time being, Alger took the initiative to speak:

　　”I heard that an Aurora Society ‘listener’ is looking for traces of the True Creator, the ‘Sanctuary’ they preach.”

　　”The True Creator?” Audrey asked, puzzled.

　　”That’s an ancient being shared by quite a few mysterious organizations and hidden sects who believe that the Creator is not completely dead, and that the k remaining core is the True Creator.” Alger explained roughly, “Since the Fifth Age, the Real Creator has appeared in a variety of images, such as the ‘Giant hanging upside down’, the ‘Eyes behind the Curtain of Shadows’, and heck, many believe that Rosel the Great invented the Tarot cards with reference to the image of the real Creator, hence the card ‘The Inverted Hanged Man’.”

　　With that said, he looked over at Klein and said:

　　”Am I correct, Mr. Fool?”

　　Is this a test of my opinion of the real Creator? Klein remembered the bloodied, naked man nailed upside down to a cross that the captain had seen in the dream of Heinas Vansant, and a thought crossed his mind.

　　Didn’t both the upside-down hanging, and the shadows, have an evil flavor to them?

　　So, he laughed softly and said:

　　”I prefer to call k, the Fallen Creator.”