"One, two, three, four, five... It seems to have twelve pairs of wings... According to the descriptions in various churches' scriptures, this is the highest order of angel..." Fors tried to recall the scene she saw in her half-asleep state. She was both shocked and not so shocked, as if she had encountered something she felt should be obvious but had never actually managed to come across before.
Mr. Fool having angels serve Him wasn't surprising. From how Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man occasionally used "He" to refer to Him, one could imagine it. From how He could block the effects of the Full Moon Whispers, one could deduce it... But my request was merely to disturb Mr. Lawrence's divination a little, and He actually sent an angel to protect me? This, this is too extravagant! Or is this routine for Him?
Mm, there was another question: why were the feathers on the angel's wings black? Did this signify corruption or death? What was Mr. Fool's true identity? Who is that great existence? The "Death" who supposedly fell in the "Pale Era"? Is He resurrecting Himself through the Tarot Club gatherings? Fors suddenly took a breath. She fully stopped worrying that Mr. Lawrence would use divination to discover something wrong with her.
Thinking about how she had already joined the Tarot Club, she forced a bitter smile and muttered to herself:
"Just like Emperor Roselle said, I'll deal with it step by step..."
Pulling her thoughts together, Fors again humbly thanked Mr. Fool, then, following the normal procedure of the ritual, extinguished the flames of the three candles and began to deal with the altar, which was filled with various items.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein temporarily put aside the matters of the Abraham family.
Following his original plan, he materialized paper and a pen and wrote a divination statement:
"Daisy's current situation."
Putting down his pen, Klein placed Daisy's vocabulary book and the paper with the divination statement together, holding them in his left hand.
Then, while leaning back against his chair and entering a state of meditation, he chanted "Daisy's current situation" in his mind, over and over again.
After a full seven times, Klein fell asleep. His vision first turned dark with a tint of red, then a gray haze emerged.
Scenes flashed one after another, some coherent, some jumping, some completely illogical.
Klein saw the youngest daughter of the laundress, Liv—a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl who was repeatedly scalded by the steam but stubbornly persisted in ironing clothes. A man wearing a thick jacket and a grayish-black peaked cap covered her mouth from behind with a handkerchief and forcibly dragged her into a branch of a remote alley.
Another man, dressed identically, grabbed her legs and lifted her with his companion, moving swiftly.
Their target was the carriage parked outside the alley.
The entire process took less than two minutes. By the time Daisy's sister, Fleur, turned back to look for her, the carriage had already departed.
Inside the carriage, a dazed Daisy felt a cold, sharp dagger pressed against her cheek, her ears filled with dirty threats.
The carriage drove into Capin's luxurious villa.
Daisy was placed in a narrow, dark room. From outside, cries, screams, and curses of women echoed intermittently.
Daisy woke up and cried out loudly for help, but someone opened the door and kicked her over, causing her so much pain she couldn't stand.
Tears streaming down her face, she kept yelling, "Mommy," "Fleur," and the like.
Klein opened his eyes, realizing that the paper in his left hand had been crumpled into a tight ball without him knowing.
He had already confirmed that Capin was the mastermind behind the many cases of missing girls. He was the leader of a criminal syndicate.
However, the problem was that such a case shouldn't and couldn't involve exceptionally powerful Beyonder powers. At most, a few greedy Sequence 7, 8, or 9 Beyonders were helping. Klein shouldn't have sensed such a strong danger through his spiritual intuition the moment he got near the villa.
Could Capin himself be a Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5, Beyonder? But Beyonders of this level shouldn't find it hard to earn money. There was no need for them to do such dirty and tedious things. Just finding the various gangs and collecting protection fees one by one would be simpler and easier, and they wouldn't dirty their hands... Could there be another agenda hidden behind Capin's human trafficking? Klein pondered as, with the help of the Gray Fog, he restored Daisy's vocabulary book to its perfectly flat state.
After several seconds of silence, he materialized another piece of parchment and wrote a new divination statement:
"Saving Daisy is a dangerous affair."
Carefully reading it twice, Klein took the pendulum from his left wrist and let the citrine pendant drop onto the paper, nearly touching the line of words.
Calming himself for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and mentally chanted the divination statement he had just written.
When his voice stopped, Klein opened his eyes and looked at the pendulum held in his left hand.
The citrine pendant was spinning clockwise, quite fast and with a wide range!
This meant an affirmative. It meant that saving Daisy was a very dangerous affair!
But it wasn't completely hopeless. There was still a significant possibility, a significant chance, as long as it could be grasped... Klein interpreted the revelation given by the "Pendulum Method."
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and said:
"Wasn't I just looking for a chance to take the initiative?
"This is it!
"As a Magician, I should eventually take on some challenging things. Otherwise, I should be called a Conjuror, not a Magician.
"Accomplishing something that seems impossible, even if the result is illusory—that is the image of a Magician in my heart. As for whether it's one of the rules, that remains to be confirmed..."