Chapter 475: Gaze from the Starry Sky

Chapter 475: Gaze from the Starry Sky

Mysterious gray fog, unknown space, and figures with ancient atmosphere, all of which made Leonard, who was stimulated tonight, speechless again.

It seems that everything has come to him recently.

"What place is this?" Leonard suppressed his other messy emotions and spoke with a slightly humble tone.

"A gathering space."

"What gathering?"

"Tarot Club."

"You are a fool!"

Hearing the word Tarot Club, Leonard instantly realized the true identity of the ancient existence in front of him.

This is the ancient resurrectionist recorded in the archives with the stars, and it is suspected that he is an old guy from countless epochs ago.

Klein, who was sitting in the first seat, just smiled at the panicked Leonard.

Tonight, he originally wanted to enter Leonard's dream through Will, but Will happened to have something to deal with.

He thought of indirectly providing him with some help by pulling Leonard to the gray fog for a meeting.

As for the resurrected Klein, he could just contact Leonard through the identity of the world.

This is an excellent way to deal with it, but it scared Leonard a little.

However, with his ability to accept, he should be able to integrate into the Tarot Club soon, even though he looks a little silly now.

"What do I need to do?" Leonard took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Choose a tarot card as your code name."

Klein arranged the remaining tarot cards in a row in front of Leonard, allowing him to choose the tarot card he likes.

"I choose the star card."

After just a quick glance, Leonard grabbed the star card. The star is also a symbol of the goddess, and he is a believer of the goddess.

Klein dispersed all the other tarot cards and looked at Leonard, who was still a little confused. He smiled and said, "I can answer some of your questions for free."

"Why did you choose me?"

"Everyone who can come here has something special about them. In other words, every member of the Tarot Club may be the protagonist of this era."

Leonard's heart trembled inexplicably, thinking of the old man in his body. Was it because of the old man that he was chosen by the Fool?

But just now, he kept calling the old man, but the old man didn't respond, as if he was isolated in the real world and didn't follow him to this gray fog space.

"Does the Tarot Club meet regularly?"

"Every two weeks, at 3 pm on Monday. There are only three days left until the next Tarot Club."

Leonard was silent for a while before asking the question he wanted to ask the most, "What is Mr. Fool's purpose?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

Such a relaxed and teasing tone made Leonard's heart tremble suddenly. In the end, he shook his head and refused the answer from the Fool. He was afraid that he would accidentally hear knowledge that he shouldn't be exposed to.

"The members of the Tarot Club are similar to you. I believe you will get along very happily."

Without continuing the conversation, Klein sent Leonard away from the gray fog.

Leonard, who returned to the real world, first looked around nervously. Everything familiar in the room made him feel at ease.

"Where did you go just now?" The old man's curious voice came from deep inside his body.

Leonard was sure that the old man was not in his body just now. In fact, how could he hide it from the Fool with the old man's condition?

"I saw the Fool."

This time it was the old man's turn to be silent. After a while, the old man's voice came back from his body, "Goddess of Night, Stars, Fool, is your luck good or bad?"

"Old man, what do you mean?"

"Literally."

"I hope it's good luck."

Leonard himself was not sure. At this moment, the window was still quiet and dark, and the light of the crimson moon and the stars seemed to be obscured.

...

The chase on the streets in the dock area at night ended here.

Most of the yellow monks in Backlund gathered here and searched along every inch of suspicious land.

Finally, they followed the traces left by the mysterious black shadow and found the abandoned Sunrise Poorhouse.

When the dungeon was opened and they saw a map with dozens of names on the wall, the gardener and cook in charge of this matter quietly put the map away.

…

During the daytime in Backlund, the gray weather covered the entire sky as usual, and workers of various professions were already busy.

“Damn it, where did this map come from!”

Leonard went to the office on the second floor of the Qiaowu District as before, picked up the teacup, and before he had time to drink a sip of hot tea, he saw a folded map neatly placed on his desk.

He curiously opened it and almost shook the hot tea in the cup out.

On a map that was obviously Backlund, there were many names written densely, many of whom were people he knew.

There were Hastur, Klein, Dawn Tangstai and his own name!

More importantly, his name was one of the five red circles.

What is this?

Is it an April Fool's Day prank?

And the more he looked at this map, the more panicked he became, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a map, but a bomb that could explode at any time.

Leonard hurriedly put the map back on the table, drank a sip of hot tea to calm down, and gradually regained his rationality in the smoke of tea.

He began to ask the Red Gloves members who were on duty last night to see if anyone had put the map on their desks, but the answer was no, no one entered or left his office, and no suspicious people were seen.

But this map could never appear on his desk for no reason!

And this behavior of writing names on the map, no matter how you look at it, it is the work of a psychopathic criminal.

Leonard, who had no results in the investigation, closed the door of the office tightly and hurriedly asked the old man in his body for his opinion.

If it were normal, he might not care too much about such things, but what happened recently made him feel too mysterious.

"You get too much attention, which is not necessarily a good thing."

"Old man, why are you a riddle man again? Can't you just tell me the answer?"

"Hehe, this is a question you need to think about yourself."

"Okay, I admit I'm stupid."

Leonard decisively admitted his defeat and wanted to get more useful information from the old man.

"I shouldn't die."

"Should?"

"Is there anything 100% certain in this world?"

"Old man, are you trying to scare me?"

"Whatever you think."

After leaving this sentence, the old man in the body never made a sound again. Leonard leaned quietly on the chair, looking at the map on the table with complicated eyes, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Late at night, when the dark clouds covered the light of the stars again, the familiar black shadow appeared outside the window again.

"Hehe."

Leonard, who had been sleepless and forced to stay awake, looked at the black shadow that appeared outside the window again, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn thing, don't run away if you have the ability!"

Bang bang bang!

Leonard lifted the quilt, and the pistol he had clenched long ago was aimed at the window and fired several shots!

The thin glass window cracked, and sharp glass fragments flew everywhere.

The black shadow just crawled down, as if some kind of abnormality had occurred, and easily avoided the incoming bullets.

But before Leonard could make another move, a huge black net fell from midair, trying to cover the black shadow.

The black shadow, sensing danger, wanted to escape, but was hit back by a weapon similar to a frying pan. It retreated, twitched, and was covered by the black giant net.

"Hiss..."

The black shadow in the net crawled on all fours, making a sound similar to a snake spitting out its tongue.

Leonard turned on the light in the room and saw the true appearance of the black shadow in the net, a human-faced spider!

It had black body hair as long as a finger, white spider hair on its abdomen, four pairs of eyes, blue pupils, and eight slender spider legs as tall as a person.

At this moment, it was half-pressed by the black giant net, and its eight eyes stared at itself, hissing out the foul mucus that could corrode the giant net of the night.

Leonard felt disgusted at first sight, and felt cold all over at the second sight.

But he did not raise the gun in his hand and shoot several times at the big spider's head.

Because he found that a group of yellow-robed monks stood around the black giant web.

They stood silently in the yard outside their windows, as if waiting for something.

Are they waiting for my judgment?

Leonard realized it later, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand anything.

But before he could figure out what was going on, the big spider, which was covered in the black giant web and had nowhere to go, made a hoarse, low, and resentful voice.

"I found you!"

"Leonard!"

"Leonard Mitchell!"

For some reason, when Leonard heard the big spider calling his name, he panicked inexplicably, and his whole body was cold, as if he was being stared at by some extremely terrifying existence!

And the sight staring at him came from the starry sky above his head!

Leonard's breathing was rapid, his hands and feet were cold, and he wanted to say, "It's not me, you recognized the wrong person!"

But in front of him, the big spider in the black giant web suddenly caught fire for no reason, and black flames sprang up from it, burning out nauseating black smoke.

The black smoke floated upwards, forming the shape of a giant spider, or the pattern of some mysterious curse.

The black clouds covering the sky dispersed, and the light of the crimson moon and the stars dissipated the black smoke layer by layer.

The yellow monks bathed in the light of the stars, with solemn and pious expressions.

Leonard's throat was dry, and he was thinking about what to say, but the yellow monks in front of him left his yard silently.

Soon, he was the only one left around him, and the starry sky above his head was still brilliant.