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Looking at the picture that appeared in the silver mirror, Klein suddenly expressed his expression:

"This mirror is very powerful, and it has its own name. It seems to be a living seal...

"The harm of this kind of thing is not necessarily too great, but the seal is very difficult, not a special case, and it is rarely used. The mechanical heart member named ICONSER Bernard seems to be in a low position. It should be a deacon, and it is not simple in itself...

"The limit that divination can do is almost the result of the silver mirror that was just presented. Even if I go above the fog, there will be no better harvest.

"The look of the "desire apostle" cannot be determined. Those who meet the conditions of high cheekbones and blue eyes do not know how much in Beckland..."

Klein’s ideas were mixed, and the images presented in the silver mirror quickly faded.

Then, the words that are bright red and blood are outlined in the mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. If you lie or fail to answer, you will accept the tasks I have arranged or be punished."

"..." Klein looked at his eyebrows:

Is this a true-hearted adventure mirror? interesting……

If there is a blood drop in the word slowly changing to a new letter, the new statement:

"The real name of red light?"

Red light? One of the leaders of the Net Brotherhood? One of the seven rays of light in the spiritual world? Klein thought about it and found that he would not answer.

He only knows a "yellow light" Venitan.

Icahn’s throat squirmed and his forehead was sweating.

After a brief silence, he said in a deep voice:

"Nanides!"

"Error." The blood red words on the mirror changed again. "Task, or punishment?"

Ikonser’s expression was obviously struggling, and he finally vomited:

"punishment."

His voice just fell, and a silver-white lightning was born out of thin air, and it was on top of his head.

Zizz, Iconser's hair straight up, his body slammed down, and a little black smoke came out.

The mirror did not follow him to the ground, but floated on his own and descended on the table.

After two seconds, ICON shuddered and stood up, then sat there, panting and gasping.

Klein looked at it all without words, and for a long time he didn't know what to do.

Icons, who was a little slower, looked at him and barely squeezed a smile:

"What you should have heard, what is a seal, and you should know them all have certain negative effects."

"Yes." Klein looked at the hair that Icons stood up, and suddenly understood why his previous hair was so fluffy, messy, and stubborn.

Klein couldn’t help but say:

"Actually, you can ask yourself, no need to be in front of me."

"Call, the requirement of this mirror is that someone must watch." ICONSER is still shaking.

It was really spiritual... Kline went up to the table and was very curious. He carefully looked at the silver mirror and found that the living seal had two eyes in addition to the strange pattern. There is nothing special about the attire.

Icons was facing him, shaking and screaming:

"You can also ask questions, we don't mind."

"No, I don't have this idea." Klein would play "True Truth" with a guy like a pen.

During the conversation, he tried to touch the edge of the silver mirror.

The touch is cold, the metal feels... Kline just came up with such an idea, and saw the old silver mirror shivering twice.

White words quickly appear on it:

"Your faithful and humble servant Arrods is at your service."

what? Klein was in awe.

Then he moved away from the desk.

What's happening here? This mirror was just very cold and I was playing "True Truth" with people... How did it turn out like this? Klein was funny and confused.

He quickly made some guesses based on the information already available:

"Silver mirror knows the real name of 'red light' and seems to have a certain relationship with the spiritual world...

"And the mysterious space above the fog seems to be involved in the spiritual world. At least when I summon myself, I can see the place where the spiritual world is suspected when I pass through the gate...

"This mirror called Arrods is aware of the smell of fog?"

One by one, Klein saw Icons slow down, stood up again, took the old silver mirror, and the other two players in the room ended up pretending that they didn’t see anything, aimless. Search for action.

After some inspections, Klein bid farewell to Icons and others and found Essinger Stanton who returned to the living room.

"What do you do next?" he asked directly.

Essinger’s expression replied solemnly:

"First let Stuart and their families move together to facilitate protection, but this can only be a short-term approach.

"I am with you, and Kaslana, normal activities, accepting secret protection, hoping to find out the ‘desire apostle’ as soon as possible.

"Are you a believer in the **** of steam and machinery?"

"Yes." Klein replied, drawing a triangular emblem on his chest.

At the same time, he lamented a bit:

For the next time, I only dared to enter the fog in the bathroom...

............

Queens, a luxury villa in the Earl of Hall.

Audrey looked at the elegant wall clock on the wall, endured tension and excitement, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

She will go to the home of psychology teacher Islant and wait for a key step to become a full member of the "Psychological Alchemy".

Before that, she had to calculate the time to pray to Mr. Fool and ask for help.

Should I be able to see the angel this time? Audrey thought with expectation.

She calmed for a few seconds, her hands clasped, and stood in front of her mouth and whispered the name of the "fool".

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein was standing in the living room, watching the scene that was finally deserted.

For him, the “desire apostle” brings only danger, and in Stuart and others, there is also a change in life.

I hope that I can solve it as soon as possible... There are so many extraordinary seals, there is always something to restrain the "demon" way... The thoughts are mixed, and Klein suddenly heard the pray of the Unreal cascading.

It should be Miss Justice. He had prepared to look around and walk to the bathroom if nothing had happened.

When he locked the door of the bathroom, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"My life has also changed a bit..."

Before the threat of "desire apostles" was lifted, he accepted the "machine heart" to protect him secretly. He could only go to the fog as little as possible.

Next week, when the Tarot will be streamlined, the process and content will be streamlined, but how to compress it will take ten minutes. Well, constipation is a normal thing. Whoever stipulates the extraordinary can't constipate? Klein struggled to reverse four steps and entered the fog.

Next, "Justice" Audrey held a simple ceremony in accordance with the previous teachings and entered the state of "artificial sleepwalking."

After seeing her vague figure in the deep red star, Klein stepped on the operation, first to contain the "black emperor" card with the spirit, and then picked up the paper man who cut the craft and raised it.

There was no accident, and the paper man gathered the power of the swaying above the fog and turned into a huge angel with twelve pairs of dark wings.

Audrey saw that the sacred and majestic angels came to the front and wrapped themselves in layers with wings, so that they could not speak for a long time.

This is the angel, the angel of the "fool"... and still the twelve angels of the wing! This is exactly the same as the description in the mythical books... This is also the angel of our Tarot Club! Audrey looked at the figure of the angel and quickly disappeared, suddenly felt that the other party was very kind.

She was grateful, thankful, and sincerely thanked Mr. Fool, and then called the maid and told them to prepare for going out.

Klein smiled back to the living room and looked at the hole in the wall that was hit by bullets and fell into meditation:

Is it cheap to cover the cheap oil paintings, or to fix it, paint it?

............

Hillston District, Seventh Avenue, home to Islant.

Audrey let the maid and bodyguards stay in the living room, and they took the golden-haired big dog Su Shi and followed the owner into the living room.

In the living room, two other people waited, one was introduced by Mrs. Norma, the psychologist Hilbert Arukard, and the former convener of the psychological seminar, Stephen Hampshire. .

At this moment, although it was already a dinner party, only a regular candle was placed in the room.

The candle was placed in the middle of the coffee table, slightly shaking the dim fireworks, dispelling the darkness in the living room.

Greetings to each other, the skin color is brown, and Hilbert, who has a little bit of Southland descent, looked at the golden-haired big dog Su Shi, but did not speak.

Audrey smiled apologetically:

"With it, I feel more secure."

Su Shi also looked at Hilbert with innocent eyes.

"I can understand this kind of psychology, please sit down." Hilbert smiled and sat down on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table. Hampres and Islant also each found a position to sit down.

When Audrey sat down, Hilbert picked the candle and made the light brighter.

He looked at Audrey through the candlelight:

"Now you answer me honestly, do you really want to join the psychological alchemy?"

His eyes seemed to have been stained with gold in the light of the candlelight, and there was another eyelid in the depths of the pupil, his eyes fixed.

Audrey burst into a sigh of relief, then she woke up and slammed her head:

"Yes."

Hilbert asked again:

"Do you deliberately hurt the psychological alchemy?"

His tone is a bit singularly induced. It seems that as long as the respondent gives a positive answer, I will unconsciously agree and follow it from the heart.

"No." Audrey answered very sensibly.

After several problems, Hilbert, Islant and others sighed at the same time.

The former smiled and asked: "What else do you want to say?"

Audrey hesitated and showed her frankness:

“I used to buy a ‘spectator’ formula at a meeting of extraordinary people. I, I am already a ‘audience’.”

The extraordinary party is called Tarot... Audrey thought proudly in her heart.