Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 631 True and False

Source Castle.

After participating in this "ordinary" Tarot Club, all members were drawn by the light of the crimson star and sent their spirits away as usual.

Except for two of them - the "devil"'s originally relaxed posture gradually tensed up. He put down his legs that were originally crossed, and his arms pressed tightly on the armrests revealed his true feelings of uneasiness.

The World, on the other hand, softened his stern demeanor and gave an appreciative smile: "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Devil. I thought you were not going to abide by our agreement."

The Devil's mind raced, he had too many things to doubt. Before today's meeting officially started, he received a revelation from The Fool, asking him to cooperate with The World's speech at the Tarot Club and to cooperate with this special follower to maintain order at the meeting.

This was not a normal situation, and even in the eyes of the Devil, the Fool's order made him instinctively suspicious. But no matter how many twists and turns he thought about, the Devil's spirituality kept reminding him that keeping silent was the best option.

So in response to the World Assassin's thanks, the Devil simply nodded calmly, as if he didn't take it to heart at all: "Nothing, just a small matter. Do you have anything else to say?"

He deliberately diverted the topic to another direction.

The World lightly pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at the Devil quietly for a while, and then slowly spoke: "At least you don't recognize your own bloodline, and don't recognize that you are the grandson of little Zaratul. This will make things easier for you to deal with."

"You——" The "devil" swallowed his sharp retort, "You know so much..."

If this was the news passed down by Mr. Fool, then there didn't seem to be anything surprising. What made the Devil uncomfortable was the curious tone in which the World spoke about this matter.

What was this guy curious about? Gehrman Sparrow didn't seem like a gossiper, or in the Devil's impression, he didn't show any such traits.

The World didn’t care that the Devil felt offended. The inquiry on his face only lasted for a moment, and soon returned to indifference: “From now on, it’s best for our conversation to stay above the gray fog, because if we leave here, Mr. Fool can no longer guarantee your safety.”

The "devil"'s expression finally became serious: "I understand."

The World tapped the long bronze table. A bit of gray mist spewed out from his fingertips, condensing into a symbol in the air. The Eye of Peering into Mysteries and the Line of Change were entangled with each other. The Devil also knew that this was the pattern behind his seat, and also the pattern behind The World and The Fool.

The symbol spun lightly as the World moved its fingertips. "Sequence 2 of the 'Fortune Teller' path is also called the 'Miracle Master'. Do you know anything about it?"

"No, the High-Sequence Formula is kept very tightly sealed within the Secret Order. I just have a vague impression of this title."

The World nodded: "I am not your mentor, nor am I here to teach you."

“You seem to be quite familiar with the inheritance system of the Secret Order, mentors and students, huh.” The “Devil” shrugged his shoulders, and his previously inexplicably tense nerves relaxed again. “Then you mentioned this to me, you can’t be giving me the formula materials or Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 2, right?”

After saying this, the "devil" himself couldn't help but laugh twice.

"One of the abilities of a miracle worker is resurrection."

As if to intentionally provoke the "devil", "the world" bluntly threw out this sentence, instantly making the "devil"'s leisurely expression fall again.

"So what you're saying is—"

"You are also one of the backup means for little Zaratul's 'resurrection'."

The Devil scratched his head and said, "Well, you mentioned 'resurrection' just now and I had this expectation. Then what?"

"I'm going to give you two choices now," "The World" waved away the floating marks on the table, then stood up with his hands on the long bronze table. "One is to forget about this matter and go back to do what you need to do. I know you don't completely trust what I say, so you can enjoy the rest of your life, even if it has an indefinite time limit."

"I choose two." The "devil" said without hesitation.

The World seemed to think deeply for a few seconds before smiling and shaking his head: “You didn’t even listen to my conditions.”

"Since you have a solution and I don't want to die, I have no other choice. Tell me."

“After the establishment of the Church of the Fool, I want you to serve as one of Mr. Fool’s messengers and integrate the Beyonders faction that joins the church. Of course, you may also have to serve as a bishop, after all, we don’t have many people.”

The "devil" stroked his chin. He really hoped that he could just roll his eyes and wake up from the bed, instead of facing what sounded like a mess of troubles - a messenger of God, a bishop, he should be the one? The "devil" cursed inwardly. If this was a dream, it would definitely be a nightmare that would bother him enough to wake up. "Can I ask, why me? In terms of qualifications to join the meeting, I am not the most suitable candidate, right? 'Justice' or 'The Hanged Man'..."

The World interrupted this rather hesitant speech: "Because of your path."

This explanation simply left no room for maneuver. The Devil shut his mouth awkwardly. After struggling for a moment, he finally nodded and said, “That’s right, I have no choice at all… Mr. Fool is going to establish a church?”

"This is not something you should care about. When the time comes, you will naturally know."

The Devil rolled his eyes at the World and said, "What about my business?"

“Leave here, return to the real world and pray to Mr. Fool.” The World smiled delicately again. “He will give you shelter.”

"that's all--"

Before the "devil" could finish his puzzled question, his spirit was sucked into the crimson stars and left.

The observation of the "world" was enough, and this intentionally delayed conversation naturally ended. He raised his head and glanced at the ball of light that was always hanging above the long table: "This is not the same as what we agreed. There are too many variables."

"I can't exert direct influence on him."

This answer made the "world" smile: "Why didn't I know that 'I' was such a difficult factor to deal with? Are there any other surprises?"

"Amon."

This answer made the "world" quiet for a moment. He slowly walked towards the position of the "Fool". The gray mist was like a snake, gradually covering him. This "God's Favored One", whose true or false identity was unknown, put on a softly swaying cloak, but he did not sit down. Instead, he stared at the empty chair with a complicated expression, the position that belonged to the "Fool".

"Amon, that should be the influence of 'Adam'."

It was not until waves of prayers came from the red star belonging to the Devil that the figure covered in gray mist raised his head and looked towards the long table, and uttered a sigh that was no different from that of The Fool:

"What a pity, it's not time to wake up yet..."

All this does not belong to Him yet.

-

The outskirts of Backlund.

The black crow flew through the treetops, but it never found its destination. The small church that was supposed to stand quietly at the intersection seemed to have moved to another place - or it simply did not want to meet this uninvited guest.

The crow howled loudly at the sky for a long time, but there was no response. In the end, it could only continue to circle in a depressed mood, fulfilling the task assigned to it by the original body. However, whether it shouted directly or called in its heart, Adam did not respond at all.

The original body would not like such a silent "answer".

Another raven landed on a nearby bush, and an old, hoarse voice uttered between the opening and closing of its beak: "He will not see you."

“Hey, Zaratul, are you here to give me extraordinary characteristics?” The crow asked with a cackle.

Raven said calmly and steadily: "I am here to tell you that He will not see you."

"What's the reason?"

“He said you know why.”

After saying this, the raven rolled its eyes up decisively, loosened its claws, lost its balance, and fell straight into the bushes, surrounded by thorns.

The crow stared at the raven's body and soon disappeared.

I can’t, again, dowse…