A glass of almost transparent spirits was placed in front of him, and the rich aroma penetrated into his nostrils one by one.

Thinking of the upcoming party, thinking of the boundless gray fog in front of him in the corridor of the hotel and the mysterious fool sitting in the middle of the gray fog, Alger shuddered slightly again.

He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and eased the feeling in his heart with the fire wire burning his throat.

Soon, he regained his composure, still so calm and steady.

Above the gray mist, huge stone pillars supported a magnificent temple.

Next to the ancient and mottled bronze long table, two balls of crimson suddenly appeared, blurring and stretching into illusory figures.

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool." Audrey, who had added a hazy effect, saluted and smiled slightly, "It's a pity that there is no good wine here, otherwise I can toast to your successful attempt."

She was referring to the ritual magic thing.

"You are far stronger than we imagined." Alger Wilson also praised.

Klein was still surrounded by an extremely dense gray fog. He pressed his right hand falsely, and said as if answering an ordinary matter: "Very good, this shows that we are on a fruitful path. If you have something to do in the future, If you can�t get away on Monday afternoon, then hold a ceremony in advance and tell me, um, you only need to modify the contents of the mantra such as �pray for a good dream� into specific reasons.�

"Okay." Audrey nodded briskly, "Mr. Fool, I got another page of Emperor Roselle's diary, and I should still owe one page."

"This week, I was far away from the land, and I couldn't find a new one." Alger pressed his chest with his right hand, bent forward, and apologized.

"Don't worry, the cycle of this matter is destined to be long." Klein leaned against the back of the chair, tapped the armrest with his index finger, looked at Miss Justice and said, "You can 'express' the diary now."

Audrey bowed slightly and said, "Follow your will."

She picked up the pen that suddenly appeared on the table, carefully recalled the runes that she forcibly memorized in her mind, and gave her the will to express.

In just a few seconds, she saw that the parchment in front of her was filled with content, densely packed, neat and orderly.

After checking it again, she put down the pen and said, "Okay."

Klein gently raised his hand, and the parchment suddenly appeared in his palm.

Looking down, he began to read without any emotional ups and downs: "On July 9th, I suddenly thought of an interesting question, since the sequence path is also called the favor of God, the path of God, why did the complete two The slate of the twelve sequence pathways will be called the slate of blasphemy, 'blasphemy', is really a meaningful word... Who did you blaspheme?"

"Who made the blasphemy slate? Why can you master all the sequence paths? What else is recorded on it? I really want to take a look..."

"July 12th, today I learned the fact that sealed items are an important part of the church's strength, even though some of them are very, very dangerous, and among the seven churches, the Church of the God of Craftsman has the least number of sealed items, The relative degree of danger is also the lowest... Am I joining an organization with no future? No, I should think of it this way, only blank paper is good for painting, and a weak organization is conducive to my development!"

"On July 14th, I met that mysterious Mr. Zaratul again. He turned out to be the leader of the ancient organization's Secret Order!"

Seeing this, Klein's pupils shrank, almost showing an abnormal reaction.

According to the information of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Zaratul family is only related to the Secret Order. When it came to Emperor Roselle, the mysterious Mr. Zaratul was further proved to be the leader of the Secret Order.

From this point of view, there is no doubt about the fact that the secret repair society has mastered the "Seer" sequence pathway...

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

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

After a daze, Audrey suddenly came back to her senses, turned her head in panic, and looked at the illusory crimson stars one after another.

"I'm so reckless, too bold, and too stupid, to actually want to observe Mr. Fool... Fortunately, fortunately, he is not angry." Audrey quietly stuck out her tongue, pretending to be enjoying the scenery leisurely, and just barely Humming a brisk melody in his mouth.

Alger sat there silently, staring directly at the surface of the long bronze table, peacefully as if he was facing a real god. JrNovels.com