Various details flashed by, and Emlyn discovered that Tarot Club was simple but not simple, and Mr. Fool did not interfere too much in the progress of the party.
“He seems to be only interested in the so-called Russell Diary but he is willing to provide miraculous conveniences to the members.” Thinking of this, Emlyn was unconsciously proud of the identity of “Moon”.
Looking around the dolls in the room, he recalled his question:
“A relic worth 4,000 to 5,000 pounds, and the hope of becoming a baron in a short time, really makes me embarrassed.”
At this moment, although Emlyn had not made a final decision, he felt that the room had become gloomier and that he had already shouldered a heavy debt.
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein pressed one temple with the thumb and middle finger of his right hand and rubbed it twice.
In the silent environment, he quickly sat up straight and let a small badge fly out from the pile of debris and land on the long bronze table in front of him.
The badge was only about the size of an eyeball, with symbols symbolizing “destiny” and “hiddenness” on the surface. It was the relic that Klein had originally found from Lanervus.
On the back of it is engraved the ancient Hermes inscription “If you hold this object, you can join”, and provides the corresponding party information:
“January 4, 1350, 8 o’clock in the evening, Babur Valley.”
The question that Klein needs to consider now is whether to take this badge and try his luck in the Babur Valley tomorrow night.
Frankly speaking, his heart was inclined not to go. Even if he had been promoted to “Faceless Man” and could make a perfect disguise, he didn’t want to take risks because he didn’t know anything about the party.
The magician did not perform without preparation. Klein whispered, took out a gold coin, and held it between his two fingers.
He picked up the badge with his other hand and whispered to himself:
“There are risks involved in attending gatherings within the Babur Valley.”
After several times in a row, he popped out the gold coin with a clang.
The gold coins rolled down and stood upright in his palm.
This indicates a failure in divination.
“Sure enough,” Klein was not surprised by this.
This is not a problem of insufficient pre-information, but simply none.
He sat there in silence, with only the gold coins rolling between his fingers.
In the end, Crane overcame his curiosity and adventurous spirit and decided not to go.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t get involved in this matter. Tomorrow night at 8 o’clock, okay.” He curled the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and returned to the real world.
January 4, 10:35 am.
Klein stood in front