Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 96 After the party

"Don't chant my name without my permission."

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Mr. Fool is indeed Mr. Fool.

After the party was over and Su Ya returned to reality, she recalled this sentence and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

With such a solemn, condescending, god-like declaration, if he didn't know the details of Klein, he would most likely be easily fooled into thinking that the Fool was a great being at the level of a god.

He moved his arms, sat up from the armchair, released the spirituality of the closed room, opened the door and walked briskly downstairs.

Because there are now two Extraordinaries in the family that he is not familiar with, he did not deliberately change into the same robe as Ourolius this time. He also specifically told Atil to try to arrange the ceremony and let him do not disturb.

Su Ya walked out of the room, walked to the corner, and suddenly saw a tall white figure standing there quietly, his eyes calm but slightly empty, looking straight in his direction, but it didn't look like he was in the corner. Looking at myself, I seem to be looking at something through the void.

"Well, good afternoon, Abel, what are you looking at?" Suya avoided the direction of Abel's gaze, looked back, made sure there was nothing there, and asked curiously.

"Good afternoon." Abel was slightly startled when he heard Su Ya's greeting, then he lowered his eyes and looked away, and nodded slightly in response, but did not answer his question directly.

All right.Su Ya sighed, not surprised. He did not continue to ask, but instead invited Abel to attend the dinner at Viscount Graylint's house tomorrow night.

"Viscount Gray Lint has maintained a very good relationship with the children of many noble families. This is the most suitable dinner for you to appear in Backlund's social gatherings." Suya introduced, not because of his concern for Abel himself. Instead of guessing and deliberately mischief, he acted as a guide with due diligence, just like a normal noble relative who came to Loen from Intis.

Of course, this is also a temptation.

Although Suya did see traces of a good education from a nobleman in Charles Abel, and his movements were more in line with the characteristics of an Intis nobleman, Suya always felt that there was something special about him. The feeling of temperament was very familiar, and he always felt that he had seen people with similar temperament somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Thank you." Abel held the triangular holy emblem on his chest and politely thanked him, his blue eyes slightly lowered, covering up all his thoughts.

Daffodil Street, West District, Tingen.

Klein opened the curtains and let the golden sunlight shine into the bedroom. He stood by the window, lost in thought.

The standards for new members. Although he hasn't figured out how to proactively establish contact with other people, now he can indeed attract a new member to Gray Mist.

After the last party, he had thought about whether to attract more people to join the Tarot Club. For this reason, he tentatively took the initiative to test the illusory, crimson stars on the gray mist, but the result seemed to be that he could only interact with these stars. The person represented can only respond after making contact.And he didn't want to force others into this mysterious space against their wishes, so he put the matter on hold for the time being.

But when he was about to leave the gray fog, he accidentally touched an illusory star again and heard a weak and indistinct 'prayer'.

It's a pity that I couldn't understand the boy's language at the time. Although I guessed that the boy spoke Giant language, I have only recently begun to learn this language. Klein turned his back to the sun, walked to the bed, and lay down, not wanting to move at all. move.

The sunshine is so beautiful today. I don’t know what happened to that boy. I haven’t heard his prayers recently. Is it because his parents are hopeless? Alas, it’s a pity that I am not a real god and cannot save others. Even though I have the ability, I can’t respond.
Klein lay peacefully on the bed, enjoying his rare rest time and thinking endlessly.

His schedule was very full these days, and he had to conduct occult courses and practices in the morning. Because Old Neil never came back, this part of the course was given to the priest of the church whom he had met once, and so was Klein. It was then that I realized that Extraordinaries of the 'Sleepless One' path could also be proficient in various mysterious rituals.

In the afternoon, it was time for shooting training and combat training. According to Leonard, with his "very weak body", it would take him a long time to train to barely reach the average minimum value of the Nighthawks before he could pass.On Saturday, there were no changes in classes in the morning, and in the afternoon, they had to take turns at Chanis Gate, eating, drinking, and having sex underground until early Sunday morning.

Sunday was a bit more leisurely. He could relax after catching up on his sleep, but he still had to go to the Soothsayer Club for his performance. Monday was his day off, but he went to Hoy University to see Mr. Azik. After coming back in the afternoon, I have another Tarot meeting, so there is almost no time to rest.

Alas, why do I still need 996 after time travel? And it’s still 996 on my own initiative.Klein lamented in his heart and slumped limply on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

He knew that he should seize the time to go to the Divination Club and continue the process of digestion, but at this moment, Klein just wanted to be decadent for once, stay at home like a salted fish, do nothing and think about nothing, just be in a daze and enjoy A rare break.

No, Klein, you are now the boss of a secret organization. How can you be so decadent? If Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man find out, their outlook on life will be shattered, as will fellow student Shen Guan. He will definitely laugh at you.

Klein buried his face in the quilt and thought about it. After a while, he mustered up the courage to abandon the soft, comfortable and lovely quilt lady, and suddenly turned over and sat up.

I am now qualified to be promoted to clown, and I also have the recipe for Sequence 8. I need to digest the diviner's potion quickly and strive to be promoted as soon as possible.Moreover, before leaving, Mr. Shengun said that he would also help me pay attention to the recipe for Seer Path Sequence 7. I have to try to digest it quickly!

Alas. Why can’t the magic potion be digested by itself?
He sighed, took out a brass coin from his trouser pocket, and after fortune-telling, he got the answer that was suitable for going to the fortune teller club today.

Klein cheered up, forced himself to stand up from the bed, walked to the coat rack, and took off his tuxedo jacket and half-high silk hat.

This is not a part-time job, this is for promotion and to go home.

While putting on his coat, he murmured in his mind to appease the trauma of having to work on a day off, moved his legs and walked out, getting on the public carriage to the Fortune Teller Club.

　There should be an update today, but I’m not sure what time it is. I’ll post it as soon as I finish writing it. I suggest you read it together tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)