Chapter 491 The Fool Tarot

Chapter 491 The Fool Tarot

It was indeed that Zaratul. It seemed that Hastur had not slapped the wrong person.

Klein's originally somewhat guilty mood suddenly relaxed a lot. If this person was not Zaratul, it would be really bad to slap an old man for no reason.

If it was Zaratul, then there would be no problem.

Just think of it as a fight for Emperor Roselle. He wanted to beat Zaratul up.

"Do you know me?"

Zaratul's calm eyes, like a lake that had been silent for countless years, could easily reflect Klein's mental state.

He knew that his emotions fluctuated when he heard his name.

"I've heard of this surname."

"In the historical records of the Fourth Epoch Empire, it is a very remarkable surname."

Klein tried his best to keep himself calm, so as not to let Zaratul see through his thoughts easily.

"The Fourth Epoch, it's so long ago. Are young people today also interested in that dusty history?"

"I majored in history when I was in college, so I have some knowledge of these ancient pasts."

"If you want to ask about the history of the Fourth Epoch, I may be able to give you some answers, and maybe it can subvert your understanding of the current history."

At this moment, Zaratul was like a kind and enthusiastic old teacher, with a light of reminiscence in his eyes.

"That's great."

Klein himself was indeed interested in the foggy history. Since Zaratul was willing to pretend to be an enthusiastic grandfather, he would naturally not miss this good opportunity to ask questions.

He talked about the rise and fall of the Solomon Empire, and asked about some history of the Third Epoch.

Zaratul was very patient and basically answered all these questions.

It's just that I don't know whether it was out of professional habit or intentional. When answering questions, he always kept some reservations, just like when taking off pants, he always only took them halfway.

Not straightforward or refreshing at all.

After chatting for twenty or thirty minutes, Klein gained a lot from Zaratul's historical narration, and verified it with the knowledge he had mastered.

"Do you want to leave here?" Zaratu is a cunning demon who will choose to throw out an attractive bait at the right time when the conversation is harmonious.

"Yes."

"Then I may be able to help you."

"Why don't you leave here by yourself?"

"Hehe, I am already dead. The me standing in front of you is just a historical image captured a long time ago."

Zaratu said this very easily, but it gave people a very pretentious feeling, which was more subtle than Roselle's pretentiousness.

"If you have the opportunity to reach the peak of this extraordinary path, you will naturally understand that history is our best friend."

"I hope I can reach that step and see it with my own eyes."

Seeing that Klein seemed to recognize him, Zaratu said the way to leave here.

At the end, he sighed and said, "I just hope that my ashes can be scattered in the Serenzo River near Trier, the capital of Intis. That is my hometown and the place where I was born."

Tsk, this acting is really good, he almost believed it.

If Zaratul was really dead, Hastur would never come in to deal with him, and the Secret Order is still active in the mysterious world and has been pursuing the Antigonus family notes.

As for the Zaratul in front of him being a historical image, it is also very doubtful.

Being imprisoned here by the Goddess of Night, it is naturally impossible to be a random historical image.

It should be a clone, and a very important clone.

Klein agreed while thinking about the next countermeasures.

"I can also tell you the formula of the magic potion of the trickster, just as a reward for asking you to bring my ashes back to my hometown."

This reward is really generous... Klein complained, and then agreed to it with a smile.

The Sequence 4 trickster was originally his target for this risky sneak into the Church of St. Samuel.

"Your status is so high. If your ashes are dumped into the Serenzo River, won't it cause mutations in the creatures in the river?"

Zaratul smiled and said, "This is not something to worry about. My ashes have lost their extraordinary properties and will not cause any abnormalities."

"Then I feel relieved."

Klein felt that he could squeeze out more useful knowledge from Zaratul before he tried to leave.

"What is the origin of this stone statue?"

"He is a descendant of an ancient god." Zaratul laughed and said, "He has a brother, you should be familiar with him."

"Antigonus."

Antigonus... Kingdom of Night... Honachis... Fregola...

Klein began to gather these fragmented intelligence together and sort out the general story.

After squeezing out a lot of extraordinary knowledge from Zaratul, Klein briefly left the church and went to look for the obsidian mentioned by Zaratul.

This object is a must to open the door here, in this foggy town.

After searching for a while, Klein finally found the obsidian. He returned to the church and faced Zaratul again. He found that He seemed very sure that he could find the obsidian he needed.

Can He see my future?

Klein handed the obsidian to Zaratul with doubts. Zaratul nodded and said, "You are a very lucky person."

"I have always thought so."

"That's good. Only lucky people can go further on this path."

"Thank you for your good words."

After a few pleasantries, Zaratul told Klein the door-opening symbol and the magic formula of the trickster, and even said in a teasing tone: "You can try to divine whether this magic formula is true."

"I believe in your character." Klein said with a smile.

"Too much trust in one person is not a quality that a qualified extraordinary person should have."

Yes, so I don't believe you at all in my heart... Klein still smiled.

The door-opening symbol that Zaratul taught him is roughly the same as the complex symbol provided by the Antigonus family notes through the doom puppet.

But there are still some subtle differences in the details between the two. The crescent pattern and a broken line mark are swapped.

As the first owner of the Antigonus family notes, Zaratul absolutely could not remember this symbol wrong. The reason for the difference must be that Zaratul has some conspiracy.

Fortunately, I knew about this complex symbol in the Antigonus family's notes in advance, otherwise I would not be able to see Zarat's calculations in this regard.

"All the conditions are in place, you can go and open the escape door."

At this point, Zarat looked at Klein again and laughed: "Young man, don't forget to take my urn."

As soon as the words fell, his whole body broke into countless tiny light spots, spreading to the surroundings, and then merged into the void.

And where Zarat had just sat, there was a tin-white jar left. The pattern on it was very simple, and there was nothing special about it.

Klein controlled his secret puppet to pick up the urn and gently opened the lid. It was full of gray-white powder and particles.

It was really ordinary ashes. Who cremated Zarat? Did he cremate himself? Then how did he put it into the jar after cremation?

Klein speculated with a bit of evil interest while coming to the wall behind the stone statue of the Mother of Heaven.

There was a concave place there, which seemed to be almost the same shape as the obsidian.

Klein watched for a while, then placed the obsidian into the depression and began to draw the complex symbol that Zaratul had just taught him.

When he came to the place at the end where the difference appeared, he was thinking about whether to choose to believe Zaratul or the Antigonus family notes, and the time spell on the palm of his right hand began to heat up again.

The twisted symbol on it was glowing, and then floated up to the height of a finger, and began to reorganize again, turning into a new complex symbol.

The new complex symbol was imprinted into the spell, and the entire time spell was in a semi-activated state. It only needed a light touch to be fully activated.

Now, the third choice is now in front of Klein, and it depends on how he chooses.

"Maybe I had no choice at the beginning."

Klein murmured, thinking that such an idea was too negative.

In the end, he still chose to believe Hastur.

It was not a crescent symbol, nor a twisted line, but three stars.

When the complete symbol was completed, the time spell on Klein's palm was completely activated, forming a brilliant starry sky that enveloped everything around it, illuminating the entire dark church.

A portal with flashing light also opened at this time, but it was blocked by the starry sky that lit up first.

As the light of the starry sky gradually became stronger, an illusory figure appeared from behind Klein.

Klein felt a chill, and immediately changed positions with his puppet, and stepped back a distance, entering the light emitted by the starry sky, and then looked back at the position where he was standing just now.

Zarathu, who claimed to be dead, appeared in front of him.

"Respected Mr. Zarathu, aren't you dead? Even the ashes were put into the jar by yourself, so how come you appear in front of me now?"

"Are you worried that I won't take your urn away as agreed, so you followed me silently like that?"

"Or did you have bad intentions from the beginning?"

Klein mocked mercilessly. If it weren't for this starry sky that forced Zarathu's figure out of nothingness, God knows how He planned to deal with him later.

"Young man, didn't you believe me from the beginning?"

Zaratul's face did not show the embarrassment of being exposed. He was still calm, but he looked at the starry sky with a look of doubt.

He seemed to be doubting something, cautious, but did not dare to confirm it directly.

"I think I should leave. As for your ashes, since you are still alive, it is better for you to take it back to your hometown and scatter your own ashes with your own hands. This is more meaningful, isn't it?"

Klein realized that this starry sky could not last too long, and he did not dare to delay any longer. While it could still block Zaratul, he hurriedly left through the portal.

"Leave?"

Zaratul's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and the historical shadows around him turned into a torrent, distorting the surrounding time and space, and began to wash the starry sky in front of him.

Klein did not hesitate any longer, his body merged into the starry sky, went to open the light door, and escaped from here.

His departure also took away this brilliant starry sky, and in the end only a talisman paper that had lost all its extraordinary power was left, burning in front of Zaratul

The dim firelight shone on Zaratul's face, as if mocking his many calculations that were in vain.

Zaratul was not angry about this, but stared at the place where the starry sky disappeared with deep eyes.

"Amon, is there really such power?"

"Starry sky, authority different from the goddess of night, who could this be?"

"Could it be an old friend I know?"

Muttering a few words, Zaratul stretched out his hand to pull into the void, and a portal emitting light reappeared in front of him.

Although this portal pulled from the past history can only exist for a short time, it is enough for Him to pass through.

...

Countless transparent maggots huddled together, sitting on a huge chair, slowly wriggling, growing wantonly, and spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

At the bottom of the ancient chair, there was a tarot card lying quietly.

It also had Roselle on its surface. The emperor wore a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carried a cane with luggage hanging on it, as if he was about to travel far away.

His expression was filled with longing for poetry and the distance. There was a puppy beside him, and in the upper corner, there were words outlined by bright starlight: "Sequence 0: Fool!"

This is Sequence 0 of the Fortune Teller Path, the Fool!

Klein was shocked. Now he called himself the Fool, and happened to be on the Fortune Teller Path. Was all this really just a coincidence?

A sense of fate surged in his heart, and he felt that everything was arranged from the beginning, just like what 008 did.

In the gap of Klein's silence, the stars were shining, as if connecting to the stars on the Fool card under the ancient chair in the distance.

Wait a minute, what does Mr. Hastur want to do?

Could he take this opportunity to take away the Fool card?

Although this is a bit absurd, Klein felt that this was something that Mr. Hastur would do.

Thinking of this, his heart also beat violently. If, if it really succeeded.

Then he would not need to struggle to find the potion formula and promotion ceremony for the next Sequence 3, Sequence 2, Sequence 1, and even Sequence 0.

All he had to do was make a deal with Mr. Hastur and exchange it with the right chips.

I hope it will work.

Klein was looking forward to it, and the hazy starlight did not disappoint him. The Fool Tarot card under the ancient chair began to tremble slightly, as if it wanted to break free of some kind of restraint and fly towards him.

At this time, the group of transparent maggots perched on the ancient chair seemed to be disturbed, and each maggot formed a vertical eye and looked in this direction.

It did not stop the movement of the Fool Tarot card, but just looked in that direction.

It was thinking, and its confused and chaotic mind began to have a concept called sobriety.

But just when the Fool Tarot card was about to be wrapped in the starlight and fly over, the night fell from the sky, covering the starlight and everything in front of it.

The transparent maggots, the ancient chair, and the Fool Tarot card, which were squirming together, just covered up in front of them, disappeared, and could no longer be seen.

Failed. Mr. Hastur's plan to steal the Fool Tarot Card failed.

Klein felt sorry for this from the bottom of his heart. How great it would be if Mr. Hastur could succeed. It would be much more convenient for him in the future.

That sudden night... Was it the Goddess of Night who stopped Mr. Hastur's plan?

The night came too timely and accurately, as if it had been waiting here for a long time.

It seems that his actions have been under the watchful eyes of the Goddess of Night from beginning to end.

Klein sighed and stopped dwelling on this matter.

In the world where the night spread, the starry sky was still brilliant. In the study of a luxurious villa in Queens.

008 began to write on a blank piece of paper, from Sequence 9 Fortune Teller to Sequence 0 Fool.