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Leonard's first words told Archbishop Anthony to put away the classics in his hands, and his expression became serious, "Details."
"It started late at night three days ago. That night I fell asleep as usual. At about three o'clock in the night, a mysterious black figure appeared outside my window. He seemed to be observing my every move through the window. Move."
"I woke up with a spiritual reminder, and with just one glance, I met his eyes. Those eyes were enough to make people shudder and make their scalp numb. I felt like my blood was about to freeze at that time."
"I watched the stalemate with him through the window for a while, and then he disappeared into the darkness and went away."
"The next night, he appeared outside my window again. Even during the day, I could feel the peeping eyes from the dark."
"He showed up again last night. This time I didn't hesitate. I rushed towards the window, broke the glass and chased him out."
"In the hazy moonlight, I finally saw his back clearly. His arms and legs were like bamboo poles, thin and slender with not much flesh. His body was lying on all fours, like a reptile, moving very fast. Fleeing into the darkness, disappearing around the walls and roofs of houses.”
When Leonard said this, he paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and then continued: "Every time he comes late at night, I can find traces of white spider silk not far from the window."
"This reminds me of the case that happened on the Bellland Bridge some time ago. The deceased was hung on the bridge by being cocooned by spider silk."
"I have tried to find clues about him, and even with the help of the magic mirror of the Heart of Machinery, I couldn't find any clues."
"It's as if his destiny doesn't exist, or is covered by some powerful secret."
When Leonard said this, he secretly observed Archbishop Anthony's expression and found
He was slightly relieved that he wasn't angry about it.
"The fate that does not exist..."
Archbishop Anthony pondered for a while, comforted Leonard with a few words, and asked him to go back in peace.
After walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard's pace became much more relaxed. Reporting the matter would at least attract the attention of the superiors. He did not want to face the lurker hidden in the darkness alone.
If it hadn't been for the old man's reminder, he wouldn't have been able to discover that someone was secretly observing him outside on the first night.
That mysterious figure's method of concealing his aura and destiny was so powerful that even the old man couldn't know his origins.
It was the old man's idea to come and report it to Archbishop Anthony.
He once asked the old man if he could cooperate with him to catch the lurker hiding in the dark?
This suggestion was rejected by the old man, and the reason given was: "Once He takes action, there will be some terrible consequences."
This was the first time he had seen the old man in trouble. He was hesitant, uncertain, and even came out less frequently.
"Well, I hope nothing happens tonight."
Leonard glanced at the distant hills where the sun was already setting, and stopped a carriage to go home.
At night, at two or three o'clock, Leonard, who had no sleep at all and had been tense and staring at the window, saw the black shadow appear outside the newly installed glass window again.
Leonard tried hard to see his face clearly, but he always felt that the other person's face was covered with smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.
"What the hell are you!"
Leonard let out a deep shout, but it did not scare away the black shadow outside the window. He stretched out his thin palm and pressed it against the window, as if he was identifying something in his own unique way.
At this time, the crimson moon and the light of the stars suddenly fell.
The black image outside the window seemed to be suddenly illuminated by a strong light. It quickly left the place and escaped into the darkness in the distance.
Leonard quickly came to the window, opened the glass window, and looked in the direction where the black figure escaped. Several figures in yellow clothes appeared out of thin air there.
They are hunting that dark shadow!
The monk in yellow?
At this time, the only people wearing yellow clothes who appear and go around are probably the monks in yellow clothes.
But soon, the monks in yellow also disappeared from his sight.
In the sky, the crimson moon and stars tonight are exceptionally bright and dazzling.
Leonard looked up for a long time before he felt that his irritated and panicked heart gradually became peaceful.
"Praise the goddess." Leonard bowed deeply towards the crimson moon in the sky.
Although he had said this on many occasions, this time was undoubtedly the most pious one.
This made him instantly feel that the 100 pounds he donated during the day was really worth it.
"Don't you also want to praise the stars?" The old man inside suddenly said.
Leonard was obviously stunned for a moment, "Why should I..."
Leonard looked at the night sky full of stars and said devoutly: "Praise the stars."
As the saying goes, it is not strange to be polite to many people.
If nothing happens, praise the stars. Maybe you will be protected by the stars at some point in the future.
After closing the glass window, Leonard lit the oil lamp in the room. It was better to keep it bright to make people feel at ease.
He sat at the table, drank a large glass of warm water, and then returned to the bed to lie down. He was still not sleepy, but for some reason, he felt that his eyelids became heavy, and as soon as his mind wandered, he came to a field full of gray. In a world of fog.
A long bronze table appeared in front of you. At the end of the long table, at the head, sat an ancient and mysterious figure.
Damn it, is tonight going to be over or not?
Chapter 475 Gaze from the Starry Sky
The mysterious gray mist, the unknown space, and the figure exuding an ancient aura all made Leonard, who was stimulated tonight, feel speechless again.
Everything seems to come to him lately.
"Where is this place?" Leonard suppressed other messy emotions and spoke with a slightly humble tone.
“A gathering space.”
"What party?"
"Tarot Club."
"You are a fool!"
Hearing the word Tarot Society, Leonard instantly understood the true identity of the ancient existence in front of him.
This is an ancient resuscitator recorded in the archives together with the stars. He is suspected to be an old guy from an unknown number of epochs ago.
Klein, who was sitting at the front, just looked at the panicked Leonard with a smile.
He originally wanted to enter Leonard's dream through Will tonight, but Will happened to have something to deal with.
He thought about indirectly providing him with some help by pulling Leonard to the gray fog for a meeting.
As for the resurrected Klein, he can contact Leonard through the identity of the world.
It was a great way to handle it, but it just scared Leonard a little bit.
However, with his ability to accept, he should be able to integrate into the Tarot Club soon, although he looks a bit 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 codename."
Klein will select the remaining tarot cards and present them in a row in front of Leonard, allowing him to choose the tarot cards he likes.
"I choose the Star Card."
After just a brief glance, Leonard grabbed the star card. The star is also a symbol of the goddess, and he is a believer of the goddess.
Klein scattered all the other tarot cards, glanced at Leonard, who was still a little confused, and said with a smile: "I can answer some of your questions for free."
"Why 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 inside him. Was it because of the old man that he was chosen by the Fool?
But just now I kept calling the old man, but the old man never responded, as if he was isolated in the real world and did not follow him to this gray fog space.
"Are Tarot meetings held regularly?"
"Every two weeks, it is held on Monday at 3 p.m., and there are only three days left until the next Tarot session."
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 casual and teasing tone made Leonard's heart tremble. Finally, he shook his head and refused the answer from the Fool. He was afraid that he would accidentally hear knowledge he shouldn't have access to.
"The members of the Tarot Club are all similar to you. I believe you will get along very happily."
Without continuing the conversation, Klein sent Leonard away from the gray mist.
When Leonard returned to the real world, he looked around nervously. Everything familiar in the room made him feel at ease.
"You just went
Where is it?" The old man's curious voice came from deep inside his body.
Only then did Leonard confirm that the old man was not in his body just now. Also, with the old man in such a state, how could he possibly hide it from the Fool.
"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 from his body again, "Goddess of the Night, Stars, Fool, is your luck good or bad?"
"Old man, what do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
"Hopefully it's good luck."
Leonard himself was not sure. At this moment, it was still dark and silent outside the window, and the light of the crimson moon and stars seemed to be obscured.
……
In the dock area, the late-night street chase came to an end here.
Most of Backlund's monks in yellow gathered here, searching along every inch of suspicious land.
In the end, they followed the traces left by the mysterious black shadow and found the abandoned Sunrise Almshouse.
When they opened the dungeon and saw a map with dozens of people's names hanging on the wall, the gardener and cook in charge silently put the map away.
……
In Backlund during the day, the gray weather continued to cover the entire sky, and workers from various professions were already busy.