She looked at Klein, and sincerely praised: "Mr. Fool, you must be an elder with rich life experience and outstanding wisdom!"

�The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, looked at "The Hanged Man" and "Justice", and said in silence for a few seconds, "Let's end today's party here."

If Miss "Justice" can influence her relatives and push this to happen, I will guide Benson in advance and give him the opportunity to become a "civil servant."

Thinking about it carefully, Benson is indeed suitable for this job.

However, "Justice" should not take the initiative to do it, because in that case, "The Hanged Man" and I can basically guess her true identity after asking which nobleman made the suggestion.

Of course, she can go around in circles and use more covert methods.

"Follow your will." Audrey and Alger stood up at the same time and said.

Klein leaned back slightly and cut off the connection, only to see the illusory and blurred figures of "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" quickly shatter and dissipate.

Above the gray mist, in the grand hall that looked like the dwelling place of the gods, he was the only one left sitting quietly at the head of the long bronze table.

Klein didn't fall into the gray mist directly like last time and leave here, because he has become a Extraordinary, and he is still energetic enough.

The reason why he ended the "Tarot Club" meeting ahead of schedule was because he knew the true attitude of the "Nighthawks" towards the Antigonus family's notes, and he decided to look for them seriously instead of lying down and sleeping , that would be Dunn Smith and the others suspecting what they did at home.

And today's harvest is not too small.

Klein sat on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, with his arms resting on the armrests, his fingers crossed, and he looked at the boundless gray mist calmly. He felt that the place was empty and quiet, as if no one had set foot there for thousands of years.

When he established a connection and "summoned" the projections of "Justice" and "The Hanged Man", he was keenly aware of one thing.

That is myself as a Extraordinary, and I will touch another "crimson star" if I have enough energy!

"In other words, can you 'summon' another one?" Klein recalled that feeling, and said to himself with almost certainty.

But he didn't try impulsively before, because he didn't know what identity and attitude the newcomer would have. After all, not everyone can quickly blend in like "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" because of their unique personalities. It seems that they are willing to hide what they need. If they are like Dunn Smith, then their newly established "mysterious organization" will be immediately exposed to the "watchful eyes of the church".

As the big boss of the "evil" organization, his future is in doubt.

��Klein knows that this gray fog is very special, and understands that it cannot be "cracked" by a Beyonder like Dunn Smith, but the problem is that since he has extraordinary power, he has to consider the existence of gods.

Klein currently cautiously believes that the seven orthodox gods actually exist. Of course, he prefers that these gods are just stronger and more powerful than the high-sequence ones, and they are subject to certain strict restrictions. At least since the Fifth Epoch, except Several oracles, they have no deeds to show.

"Heh, forcibly pulling people is also a bad thing. No one wants to get involved in mysterious incidents for no reason...Let's wait and see later..." Klein sighed and stood up.

He unfolded his own spirituality, sensed the existence of the body, and then began to imitate the heaviness of the rapid fall.

The light and shadow in front of him changed immediately, the gray fog and crimson disappeared in an instant, Klein seemed to have penetrated an endless film of water, and finally saw the real world and the darkness of the room.

This time, he was fully awake and was seriously experiencing the process.

"Strange...the gray mist is a bit different from the spirit world..." Klein moved his hands and feet, feeling the reality of flesh and blood.

He realized it seriously for a while, then shook his head and walked to the desk, and stretched out his hand to pull the curtain.

brush!

The curtains recede, the sun shines in, and the room is bright.

Looking at the street outside the oriel window and the pedestrians coming and going, Klein took a breath and said silently to himself, "It's time to go out and work."

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