A mob of clones

Chapter 265 The Prototype of the Tarot Club

"Oh shit, this guy Klein really doesn't feel bad if he doesn't consume his own spirituality, right?!"

Wu He, who pretended to leave Source Castle but was actually hiding aside to watch the show, looked at the rapidly rotating scene in front of him and the spirituality in his body that was constantly leaking out like a floodgate, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely.

This is really not a good job. I don’t know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are.

Now, although Wu He has given Klein considerable privileges by using him as a shield and a possible back-up, logically speaking, the other party should also have to bear a certain amount of spiritual consumption.

However, this time Wu He opened the mist space alone and did not leave directly afterwards, which was equivalent to giving away his mobile phone. As a result, Taobao still enabled password-free payment, and people did not know how to spend money.

The person who was shopping felt so happy when he saw his empty shopping cart, and the other person Wu He felt so distressed when he saw the little money flying away...

Of course, fortunately, the huge courtyard presented by Klein was a one-time deal, which means it looks majestic and intimidating, but Klein himself doesn't actually have the ability to paint too many details.

The majestic and resplendent Divine Court is just a mirage that looks good from a distance. But up close, it is just a pile of mosaics, which is really eye-catching...

Wu He wouldn't say he couldn't handle something of this level.

And this thing is actually just like kneaded clay. It’s okay to just knead it and leave it there. It’s not that the projection device requires additional spiritual consumption.

Wu He briefly sensed that Klein had consumed one-fifteenth of his spirituality. He insisted that there should be no problem until Klein completed this meeting and established a Tarot Society, so there was no problem. What other reactions…

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Klein didn't know what kind of mood Wu He was feeling and what he was thinking while hiding in the dark watching the show.

He looked at the scene in front of him, his brain still in an inexplicable state of panic.

Now, Klein has not completely recovered from Wu He's previous deception, and his mind is still thinking about such messy things as the "next Heavenly Lord" and the "last gift".

His mind was still thinking about what the purpose was.

But because Klein knows so little about the world, except for some information he learned during the seven days he spent at Blackthorn Security Company, and some history he learned from his original body, his understanding of the world is almost infinitely close. At zero.

This is true for the understanding of the subjective world, let alone a mysterious existence that has never been heard of or seen before, and appears inexplicably without saying a word and then leaves inexplicably.

Making associations without any clues was just meaningless brainstorming, so after a long silence, Klein gave up on this meaningless association and began to think about some practical things.

"First of all, according to the current situation that no one can interpret Russell's diary for hundreds of years, there are definitely very few time travelers like me and Huang Tao, even if they exist."

"And the Tianzun just spoke Chinese. It can be basically concluded that he is also a time traveler, or at least knows a time traveler and learned Chinese from him."

"Just assume that Tianzun is a time traveler."

"So is there a possibility that by 'trying' he meant trying to get home?"

"And the way to go home is to drag me here, inherit this place to me, and then break free from the shackles and leave here?"

Although Klein also knew that his thoughts were somewhat idealistic, but as soon as his thoughts came here, he couldn't help but spread in this direction, and his mood began to agitate inexplicably...

But fortunately, in order to lure out the serial murderer, the Tingen Nighthawks team had conducted a series of training on facial expression and movement management for Klein in the previous seven days.

Although Clay didn't learn much in seven days, he still managed to get some tips on emotion management.

Soon he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and turned his gaze back to the two figures in front of him.

"Let's just assume my idea is correct for now."

"Even so, I need to have the ability to fully control this place first."

"According to the feedback, although I did gain control here as the Heavenly Lord said, due to my lack of ability, it seems that there are not many powers and functions that I can use."

"You still need to become stronger..."

As soon as he thought about this, Klein suddenly remembered what he had seen in the Blackthorn Security Company, and finally turned his attention to the two people in front of him.

"You still have to become an extraordinary person."

"I hope the gift left by the Heavenly Lord can really play a certain role..."

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On the other side, the perspective of the other two.

Atop a gray fog, looking at everything happening in front of her, Hazel, who had long dark green hair and was wearing a light blue dress, had a cute expression on her face. She lowered her head and looked at the broken finger on her right hand. Ring, the whole person stood motionless, and even his breathing seemed a little weak...

Although some time ago, Wu He appeared and claimed to have eliminated the guy around her who caused her previous weird dream.

But she still hasn't forgotten what Wu He said about the ring's function when he handed it to her.

This thing was originally given to her by Wu He to prevent an existence that she might be in danger of even knowing about it.

And just such a ring actually broke today?

After glancing at a mysterious man covered in gray-white mist standing not far away, Hazel raised her eyes again and looked diagonally across from her.

Diagonally opposite her stood a man whose head was blurred and whose figure was similar to hers, and who seemed to be even more excited.

At this time, the other party kept looking up and looking around. Although the expression on the other party's face could not be clearly seen, Hazel could still see some panic and excitement in the other party's emotions from the other party's movements.

Seeing this, Hazel became even more nervous.

When facing some great beings, having more people may not be a good thing sometimes.

After all, the more people there are, the more likely there are thorns in the crowd, and the more likely they are to offend the other party.

As for whether the unknown great being will kill one person or all of them when he is angry, it depends purely on the other person's mood...

As soon as she thought of this, Hazel stretched out her hand and held the broken ring in her palm, holding it close to her heart. She took several deep breaths and then managed to calm down her heart. Finally, she opened her eyes and wanted to be the first to speak. The initiative to survive is in your own hands.

"Then, Your Excellency Fool."

"What did you want to do by dragging us here?"

But the moment the words came out of her mouth, Hazel was stunned, because almost at the same time, a voice that completely overlapped with hers also sounded next to her.

And why does this voice sound so familiar?

Likewise, Viscount Graylint beside Hazel felt the same way...

Also having similar feelings was the "mysterious man" Klein in front of them...

After recalling the answers given by the two people in front of him, Klein inexplicably thought that a few minutes ago, it seemed that the character who asked these questions not long ago was still him, right?

How did the Heavenly Lord answer him at that time?

Oh, yes, this is it...

"An attempt..."

Following Wu He's tone when he spoke to him before, Klein didn't have the slightest sense of plagiarism.

At this moment, Klein has completely taken on his identity as a mysterious being above the gray fog of the new generation.

That plain and majestic tone, cold and distant posture, simply don’t fit in well with ordinary people’s illusions about a great existence...

Hearing the other party's response, Hazel pursed her lips slightly. She didn't completely believe the other party's words in her heart, but she didn't show any big signs on the surface.

The demigods of the Jacob family completely shattered Hazel's illusions about extraordinary people.

According to Wu He, generally speaking, demigods can be called great beings. The gods believed in by some overseas islands, such as sea gods, are almost at this level. Klein's Poseidon Scepter in the original book is only of this level.

Such a case made Hazel understand that the so-called great existences do not ask for anything from mortals, and they cannot believe everything they say...

However, Hazel knew this kind of thing, but Viscount Graylint next to him did not.

He has not experienced the dangers that Hazel has experienced, and is more filled with beautiful illusions about the extraordinary world. Therefore, he is relatively bold in actions and words, so he is also the first to stand up and speak:

"So, Mr. Fool, is your attempt over? Can you let us go back?"

Listening to the words of the person opposite, Klein also made another judgment.

The other party seems to be different from himself. The other party puts himself in a completely passive position from beginning to end in his words. They seem to have been pulled here directly without going through any prayer or ritual process.

This time it was almost the difference between him and the two people in front of him...

"So the one who comes here proactively is the 'Next Generation Heavenly Lord', and the one who comes here passively is a 'gift'?"

"But if my feeling is not wrong, they seem to be just projections. I shouldn't be able to do anything to them now."

"But their existence in the mist seems to be the projection of the two crimson stars. As long as the process of this projection is cut off, I should be able to send them back, and activating the projection again should be able to pull them up."

"But if it's just two people, what's the use?"

While thinking in his mind, Klein did not forget to maintain his integrity and nodded slightly:

"Of course, if you formally propose, I can let you go back now."

After hearing this, Viscount Grayling became even more courageous, and the excitement in his body could hardly be concealed.

"No, Your Excellency Fool, this is really a wonderful experience..."

"Well, I've been looking forward to something like that for a long time."

"I have imagined countless times what the legendary gathering of extraordinary people is like, but there is no doubt that this encounter almost completely surpassed all my inner fantasies about extraordinary people."

"It's like this, Your Excellency Fool, I am actually an extraordinary person. I am a pharmacist. Although I may be boasting, I can make many magical medicines."

"If you need it, I can..."

In fact, when he first appeared here, Gray Lint was still a little panicked, but after confirming that the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions, he could really leave at will if he needed to, and he became a little more relaxed.

After all, if a strong man who can pull him away from his well-protected home to a mysterious place at any time really wants to harm him, no one can stop him.

Since the other party has no intention of harming him, what else is there to be afraid of?

Especially when it comes to pharmacists, in just a few words, Gray Lint has forgotten all the fear and panic in his mind, and just spit out his thoughts, looking so excited. Mr. Fool on the seat and Ms. Hazel next to him were both speechless for a while.

Especially Hazel, who was not far away from him, was really frightened when she listened to Grayint's words. If it weren't for the inappropriate scene, she would have wanted to fly over and stop Grayint.

And an unknown great being promotes medicines prepared by Sequence Nine pharmacists? What's the difference between that and selling farmyard fertilizer to the king? !

If it weren't for being rude, Hazel really wanted to open Gray Lint's skull and take a good look at whether the brain inside was mixed with flour.

Otherwise, why would you say such nonsense?

As he spoke, Gray Linte seemed to feel that there was something wrong in his words.

After feeling the slightly awkward atmosphere around him, the excited words in his mouth became smaller and smaller, and even in the end, his voice was as small as the whisper of a mosquito, completely inaudible.

The entire gray fog suddenly fell into an inexplicable and awkward silence...

Seeing that the atmosphere around her was getting more and more depressing and silent, Hazel, who had been silent for a long time beside her, finally made up her mind, stood up and spoke to the rescue:

"Hello, this unknown gentleman, I do have some needs for the medicines you mentioned. I don't know what kind of compensation I need to pay to get those medicines..."

While talking, Hazel continued to gesture to Gray Linte, asking the other party to cooperate with her and continue talking.

Seeing this, Gray Linte, who had recovered from his previous excitement, felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and quickly continued.

"The medicines I mentioned earlier for treating external injuries and internal injuries, as well as colds, flus, etc., are worth a total of three hundred gold pounds. However, if you are using them to save people, I can give them cheaper. The cost price is enough for fifty gold pounds." Golden pound…”

Although Gray Lint didn't know exactly what he said was wrong, he still had the ability to interpret the environment and atmosphere when his mind was clear.

The lady opposite, whose figure was obscured by the fog, was obviously trying to save herself. Naturally, he would not be ignorant and uncooperative, and even took the initiative to lower the price.

In this regard, Hazel had no intention of bargaining, and nodded directly to acknowledge the deal.

Does Hazel really need medicine? The answer is of course no.

But if it could prevent angering a great being, save herself and save the life of another person at the same time, it would only cost fifty gold pounds, Hazel could still afford it.

At the same time, in order to ensure the face of the great existence, Hazel did not forget the existence of Mr. Fool while changing Gray Lint’s transaction object to herself. She immediately turned around and asked:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please allow me to take the liberty of requesting that you be a witness to our transaction?"

In response, Klein naturally nodded and said with an indifferent attitude:

"one little thing."

Seeing this, Hazel breathed a sigh of relief, but she still acted like an act and agreed with Gray Linte on the storage location of the transaction items. Finally, she ended this topic completely...

And Gray Lint, who finally completed the first extraordinary transaction in his life, was extremely excited at this time.

His excitement even made him completely ignore the hint from Hazel opposite him. He pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Mr. Fool and said in a respectful tone with a little excitement:

"Mr. Fool, I wonder how often you will hold such an extraordinary gathering, oh no, this kind of attempt?"

"I wonder if I would be honored to continue participating next time?"

Hearing this, Klein was stunned again. Gathering of Extraordinaries was another new word that he had never heard before.

However, Klein directly understood the meaning.

In an instant, Klein thought of many things...

"If there are only two people, it may not necessarily be of much use, but if it is a trading platform for extraordinary people with an increasing number of people, it will be different..."

"A unique gathering of extraordinary people. Is this the gift that the Heavenly Lord said?"

"If that's the case, it does seem like a lot can be done..."

After thinking about this, Klein also stretched out his hand, knocked on the wooden table in front of him, and said leisurely:

"I'm a person who likes equal exchange."

"If you want to participate, I won't stop you. If you don't want to participate, I won't force you to do so."

"But if you want to participate, try to be alone every Monday at five o'clock in the afternoon. After I try a few more times and figure out some things, maybe you can ask for leave in advance if you don't want to participate, and you don't have to worry about being in an inappropriate situation. …”

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(End of this chapter)