Chapter 32
Eating everything can easily cause stomach upset.
The internal review of the Church of the Night has temporarily concluded.
Bishop Elektra departed from Chael's dream.
Chael looked with satisfaction at the crimson background and star-studded holy emblem of the night above her head.
This is perfect: graduate early and get a guaranteed job at the church.
Join a government agency and enjoy a life of leisure.
Life has two great challenges: employment has been solved, marriage is not important.
Let him continue to slack off. The Fifth Age is not a time for hard work; the era's advantages are long gone. He can just focus on working hard in the Fourth Age.
Chael clapped her hands, the dream shattered, and she returned to a comfortable sleep.
...
Monday, 3 PM.
Chael leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
He thought about how to persuade his past self that the saying "no pain, no gain" is a profound truth in life.
In the morning.
Chael went to the Dark Night Theological Seminary and received his early graduation certificate and a letter of recommendation to join St. Samuel's Cathedral.
Martin was even more excited than him and planned to host a banquet at the villa.
But not having to go to school is always something to celebrate.
Moreover, the money for the banquet was paid for through the Maynard family's accounts, so it didn't involve Xia'er's allowance, and he didn't care.
A deep red light surged forth like a tide.
When Xia Er opened his eyes again, he had returned to the gray fog.
A girl's cheerful greeting reached my ears:
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
Shael felt the gaze upon him and turned to look at the Fool. Had he learned clairvoyance?
"Good afternoon, Mr. Angel~"
"Justice," Audrey greeted Chael.
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
Chael withdrew his gaze from the Fool and replied politely.
After a simple greeting.
Klein tapped his brow, using his newly acquired "spiritual vision" to observe the aura of the three people below.
Miss Justice's emotional colors are red and yellow, representing passion and excitement.
The Hanged Man's emotions are predominantly blue with a touch of orange, representing calmness and a sense of contentment. Deep within his etheric body, one can also see a deep blue resembling the ocean, representing the path of a storm.
Mr. Angel's mood is predominantly purple, with some green mixed in.
Klein recalled Professor Neil's knowledge: purple represented spirituality, coldness, and detachment, while green represented peace and tranquility.
Is this a bystander's mentality?
When he tried to observe the innermost layer of "Angel" Mr.'s aura, he only saw a curtain-like shadow.
Just then, the other person turned to look at him, so Klein could only nod in response and naturally look away.
"Mr. Hanged Man, have you received Ghost Shark's blood?"
"Justice?" Audrey asked Alger, the "Hanged Man."
"Its quality is very good."
"I didn't expect you to get it so quickly."
Alger nodded, saying that he might have underestimated Miss Justice's family background; Ghost Shark blood was still very precious.
"As long as you're satisfied."
"Justice," Audrey smiled nonchalantly, since she had taken it from her family's treasury anyway.
"Miss Justice, congratulations on becoming a spectator."
Chael turned his head to look at the Mind Dragon symbol behind Audrey.
"Um, Mr. Angel, I wanted to share this good news myself~"
Audrey gave Chael a resentful look. She had also noticed the symbol on the back of Chael's chair last time, so she had no reason to blame Chael for his behavior this time.
After glancing at it subconsciously, Audrey hesitated slightly, saying uncertainly:
"Mr. Angel, was this the same mysterious pattern you used last time?"
Audrey looked at the shifting shadows on the back of Chael's chair with a puzzled expression.
Miss Justice, if you remember correctly, the symbol behind the "angel" last time was an eye, but now that eye is shrouded in shadow.
Klein, sitting in the main seat, thought to himself.
"Oh, that's normal."
"No one has stipulated that extraordinary individuals cannot wield more supernatural powers."
Xia Er looked away and started rambling.
"You've been promoted in rank?"
Alger asked tentatively.
Because of the angle, Alger, who was sitting on the other side, could not see behind Chael.
I guess so.
"I've learned some more about the mystical side."
"I can say that," said Xia Er calmly.
Over the past few days, he has extracted everything from the memories of the vengeful spirit Steve.
"study?"
"Mr. Angel, are you referring to learning how to use the powers granted by magic potions?"
Audrey, thinking of herself when she first became an audience member and knew nothing at that time, quickly asked.
"It's just some knowledge about sacrifices and ritual magic."
Xia Er didn't want to talk much. Was he going to teach the members of the Tarot Club how to pray to the Mother Tree of Desire for power?
"Miss Justice, after you become an Extraordinary, all you need to do is practice every day and master the true power of the potion."
"The extraordinary ingredients used to concoct potions contain remnants of spirituality. Only by raising your spirit, controlling the spirituality, and uncovering the symbolism and meaning of the potions can you minimize the danger."
Algerbi Shael was more enthusiastic; after all, it was he who guided "justice" onto the path of the extraordinary, and he shared his teachings without reservation at this time.
"The story of my fellow countrymen is coming," Xia Er thought to herself.
"It's not about mastering, but digesting; it's not about digging, but playing the role."
Mr. Fool revealed the role-playing method to the two of them.
Audrey was bewildered, Alger was struck dumb, and Chael, in the fourth era of PUA, hurriedly tried his best.
His fingers, placed under the table, traced a lucky charm. Since consciousness could maintain contact across time and space by relying on the "Crimson Star," could it deliver packages?
He secretly sacrificed the leash of the Singer, which contained his spirit, to his Fourth Age self through the connection of the Crimson Star.
"Digest...play...I understand. Thank you, Mr. Fool."
Alger expressed his gratitude after figuring out the method of acting.
Klein, the "Fool," was very satisfied with the three people's reactions: his silence, her bewilderment, and his excitement. Didn't this establish the mysterious image of the Fool?
"This is an advance payment."
"The Fool" said with a smile.
"Mr. Fool, what would you like us to do for you?"
Audrey still didn't understand, but she knew it was a valuable hint, so she pondered it while asking questions.
"I need your help to collect Russell's diary, even if it's just one page."
Klein glanced at both sides, leaned back in his chair, and said.
"Roselle the Great's diary?"
"Is that a diary?"
"sun...?"
Audrey marveled at Mr. Fool's level of understanding, Alger began to have doubts, and Chael's throat felt hot.
He ate another serving of the Singer's Characteristics.
If madness didn't require gradual accumulation, Xia'er feared she might reflexively kick the bronze table.
Can anyone tell him why the sealed artifact was shattered when the sacrifice failed?