Volume 7: The Inverted Hanged Man Chapter 10: Vagrant Magician
Seeing the scene in front of her, Katrina’s body took an uncontrollable step backward, and there was silence within her mind.
After an interval of two seconds, her mouth opened on its own and she let out a male voice:
”Yo, little crow.”
Without waiting for the young man across from her to respond, “Katrina” laughed to herself:
”Only a few doppelgangers, are you looking down on me too much?
”Are you the mailman, delivering extraordinary materials to me?
”Say, what is it that you want to cooperate on? I don’t hate you too much, after all, what happened in the first place was plotted by that paranoid maniac, the dominant person is Alistair Tudor, you can only be considered an accessory.”
The man on the opposite side of the room shook his head and laughed as he caught the rust and blood stained crown and straightened his body:
”As soon as I heard your voice, I kind of don’t want to cooperate, how about this, you have Sauron and Einhorn come out to talk to me.”
”Tsk, after so many years, you’re still as capricious as a child, do you still remember who was responsible for holding you when you were a baby? And who was the one who burned your hair?” “The Red Angel” the evil spirit taunted without backing down at all.
The young man across from him squared his monocle with his free hand, turned his body with a placid expression and walked towards the door without any hesitation at all.
During this process, K sighed in a low voice:
”Childish.”
Seeing that Amon really didn’t have the will to stay, the “Red Angel” was silent for a few seconds, maneuvering Katrina’s body before the other party stepped out of the room, and said with a “Hey”:
”Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s okay, since you and that paranoid maniac don’t think the same way when it comes to patching up the Lord’s business, there’s room for cooperation.”
Amon stopped in his tracks and half-turned his body to look at Katerina, the “Witch of White”, who was possessed by the evil spirit of the “Red Angel”.
The monocle in his right eye seemed to have a slight glow.
……
Inside a fire-scarred bar in a city rebuilding after the war in Ahova County.
”Toby, did you add too much damn water to this beer?” A man wearing a tattered duck-tongued cap took the glass, took a sip, and couldn’t help but open his mouth to complain.
The owner, who was acting as a bartender himself, grunted as he wiped his glass:
”Remember the previous prohibition? Olich, it’s good that there’s alcohol for you to drink!”
The burly man known as Ollrich muttered something and said nothing more, focusing on his beer.
The man next to him with rolled up sleeves and a bronze complexion looked up and looked around the room and said:
”I’ve heard that Prohibition will be lifted soon, as the grain from Feneport will be coming in soon, and also that Forsak and Intis will be compensating for a great deal of it!”
”All I can say is, may it be so, and may the Lord bless. “Toby, the barkeep, had just responded when he heard the doors open.
He looked up and saw a young man who appeared to be a wandering magician walk in.
Dressed in black robes and a more classical bowler hat, the man made his way to the bar and sat down on a high stool.
”A Southwell ale.” The man set out several copper pennies.
The burly man called Ollrich glanced sideways at the stranger and asked with mild curiosity:
”You’re an outlander? A magician?”
The young man with nothing distinctive about his looks to make it memorable gave a laugh and said:
”Yes, my best magic is making people’s wishes come true.”
Ollrich whistled at once:
”What did I hear?
”Granting people’s wishes!
”Lord, there’s a god impersonator here!”
Such flirtation at once brought roars of laughter from all around.
The young man who called himself a magician wasn’t offended at all and said with a smile:
”That was just a special magic trick.”
Ollrich grunted and took a sip of his beer and laughed out loud:
”Then grant me a wish and let this stingy boss buy me a beer.”
”Good.” The young man in black robes raised his right hand and tapped it on the table.
At the sound of the thud, the barman, Toby, poured a glass of beer and pushed it in front of Ollrich before withdrawing his hand and repeating the act of wiping the glass.
The déjà vu of such a scene froze Ollrich for a moment, and a little bewildered, he opened his mouth to shout:
”Toby, you know him?”
”No.” Toby, the owner, just glanced at Olicky like he was a fool.
”……” Olliech was less than sure as he lifted his glass and took a careful sip to test if Toby would let him pay.
Seeing that the barkeep was no longer paying attention to him, the burly man turned his head sideways in consternation to the young man in the black robe and tall hat:
”How did you do that?”
”Like I said, a special magic trick.” The young man took a leisurely sip of his Southwell beer.
In Ollrich’s amazement, the man next to him, who had rolled up his sleeves, snorted and said:
”I’ll bet you and Toby have talked this over before, and your knocking on the table was a gesture to say that you’re paying for the beer.”
”You can make another wish.” The wandering magician responded without a care in the world.
”My brother and I’s home collapsed during a previous bombing and is being rebuilt, my wish is that it be restored to its original condition before I return.” The man who had rolled up his sleeves said with a slight air of interest.
This was no easy task.
The wandering magician raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, then smiled:
”Well, your wish has been granted.”
The people in the bar who were paying attention to this side of the bar laughed and stopped paying attention to the outlander and his poorly executed magic show.
After finishing his drink, the man who had rolled up his sleeves, along with Ollrich, drunkenly left the bar and made their way to the streets near the outskirts of the city.
A quarter of an hour later, they were back near the homes they were rebuilding, ready to get into their government-issued tents.
At that moment, a cool breeze blew, causing them to shiver at the same time.
Immediately afterward, an intact two-story building came into view, a house they knew exceptionally well and had previously spent years of savings building.
Ollrich and his brother subconsciously turned their heads sideways and looked at each other, finding the same bewilderment in each other’s eyes.
”I didn’t drink much wine ah …… Toby that damn guy mixed so much water into the wine!” Ollrich muttered out, looking like he was already drunk and hallucinating.
His brother didn’t respond, and after a few seconds of frozen silence, he violently spread his legs and rushed towards the house, caressing the walls and the door.
”It’s true, it’s true ……,” he kept muttering, as if he were insane.
Ollrich made a similar gesture, and was finally sure that the house his family was rebuilding had been restored to its original appearance, which made him surprised, happy and afraid.
It was at this moment that his brother suddenly spoke:
”My wish is granted, that magician, that magician ……”
Before the words fell, he turned his body, pulled his legs out and ran wildly towards the bar from before, Ollrich woke up and followed closely behind.
Bang!
They pushed open the door of the bar with force and rushed in, and eagerly cast their eyes on the bar.
But the wandering magician in the black robes and tall bowler hat was long gone, having left at some point.
Ollrich and his brother looked around the room, both relieved and as if something had been lost.
The young wandering magician was crouching in front of a little girl of about ten years old in the square of this city.
”My magic is to grant you a wish.” He glanced sideways at the dark church not far away and said.
That little girl had run away from the night mass, and she seemed to prefer the empty square.
She thought for a moment and looked across at the gentle Mr. Magician and said:
”My wish is to let my father, uncle and brother come back to life, I don t want their pensions ……”
That wandering magician didn’t respond, gazing at the little girl in front of him for a moment with a dark look.
That little girl pulled her mouth and forced a smile:
”I was joking just now, mom said that a wish like that can’t be granted even by the gods ……”
With that said, she buried her head and looked up at her toes:
”I just want, want daddy, to hug me again ……”
Before her words fell, she suddenly realized that there was an extra shadow in front of her eyes, and she was busy subconsciously raising her head and looking to the side.
There stood a red shirt and white pants Rune soldier, he did not hold a gun, showing a bright smile, as always, bent his back and opened his arms.
”Daddy ……” The little girl lunged forward into that warm embrace, “I missed you so ……”
At this time, the wandering young magician pressed the bowler hat on top of his head, straightened his body and walked towards the exit of the square.
In the night wind, his black robe swayed gently in the empty square.
……
On Monday, the members of the Tarot Club appeared in the old palace above the gray mist and greeted Mr. Fool in unison.
Klein looked around the room and suddenly felt something:
”The Hanged Man” is now the Cardinal of the Storm Church, in charge of the Diocese of the Rothschild Islands; “Justice” has lost contact with the Psycho-Alchemy Society for the time being, but has the qualifications to become a member of the Council; “The Sun” is a member of the Silver City Council; “The Fool” is a member of the Silver City Council; “The Fool” is a member of the Silver City Council. “Sun” is an Elder of the “Council of Six” in Silver City; “Moon” is an Earl of the Blood Clan; “Star” is a member of the Church of Darkness. The “Star” is the senior deacon of the “Night Watcher”; the “Hidden One” is the hidden king of the sea, one of the ten pillars of the Moss Ascetic Order.
Except for “Magician” and “Judgement” who are still only Sequence 5, the rest of the members of the Tarot Society are already demigods, and they are the senior members of different forces in the Mysterious World.
The “Magician” is supported by the Abraham family, and has a high hope of being promoted to Sequence 4 “Secret Mage” within the year.
In other words, the one who has the most difficulty in improving her strength is “Judgement”, who is only one of the middle and high level officers of MI9, and it is very difficult for her to become a demigod.
Shrouded in gray mist, “Fool” Klein quickly retracted his gaze and smiled to himself in his heart:
Finally like a classy secretive organization …… However, it always gives me the feeling that this is a consultation meeting of the major powers ……
He then nodded gently to the members of the Tarot Society:
”Begin.”