"I hope it's a product similar to a bicycle..." Klein had just muttered to himself silently, and layers of illusory prayers suddenly echoed in his ears.

who? Miss Justice? Mister Hanged Man? "Sun" classmate? Or a staff member in Backlund Bank who copied my password? Klein had a flash of thought, put down the newspaper, went back to the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.

Walking four steps backwards and entering above the gray mist, he saw the edge of the ancient mottled bronze table and the side of the Fool's seat, with clear brilliance swaying in circles.

Klein, who was considered experienced, sat down calmly, spreading his spirituality, and touched the ripple of light in a gesture of responding to prayers.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, showing a group of vague sofas, on which curled up a petite woman in the costume of an apprentice knight.

Did not copy the code... Looking at a piece of paper... Klein suddenly came to his senses and figured out the cause of the matter: "She should be one of the two Extraordinary that Miss Justice mentioned that I need to examine..."

After pondering for more than ten seconds, Klein didn't really respond. He planned to take this step again in the middle of the night, and then examine her character and ability from the other party's reaction, attitude, and handling methods.

Of course, he would never force others to join the Tarot Society.

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"Fools who don't belong to this era..." Xio, who had just finished reading the ancient Hermetic language, froze for a few seconds, then sat up straight with a flick of his back.

This seems to be the honorable name of a certain hidden existence! She recognized this with horror.

And her common sense of occultism and all kinds of rumors she heard told her:

Once you recite the full name of a hidden existence, it often means that you have attracted the attention of the other party!

The consequences of this kind of gaze will most likely not be wonderful, and may even be miserable!

Many of those hidden existences are the incarnations of evil gods and demons!

And I still recited it in the unprotected ancient Hermetic language... I am so stupid, why should I discern it with my heart and recite it silently... Xio looked around in fear, afraid that a monster that could not be described in words would suddenly appear in the quiet house.

Sofas, tea tables, cabinets, dining tables, chairs, oil paintings and other items came into her eyes one by one without any change.

After tens of seconds of vigilance, Xio relaxed a little, and comforted himself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I just recited the honorable name, and didn't receive the follow-up prayer mantra."

"This is an incomplete ceremony and should not attract attention."

"Furthermore, it is quite possible that the name of the statue was translated by the owner of the paper based on Emperor Roselle's special symbol. It may not be correct."

"But, but I heard that if the evil gods and demons are interested, they will respond even if the ceremony is incomplete...I'm so stupid, really..." Thinking about it, Xio wept again, feeling that he had committed a crime. made a serious mistake.

After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that there was no clear response, Xio puffed her cheeks and exhaled slowly.

She put the paper back into the book "History of Nobility of the Loen Kingdom", entered the bathroom with a slightly heavy heart, turned on the faucet, and planned to refresh herself with cold water.

Crash!

The almost transparent water flowed down, Xiu bent his back, stretched out his palms, and held a little.

She was about to apply cold water to her face when she saw a long, slightly curly brown hair in the bathroom mirror out of the corner of her eye.

And she herself has shoulder-length, tousled blond hair.

Suddenly, Hugh's hairs stood on end.

She pushed her feet hard, supported her hands, and suddenly jumped back, half turned her body, and slammed her elbow.

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