“The Fool?” The beyonders attending Mr. A’s party either chewed on this word themselves or whispered to each other, discussing whether they had encountered anyone with similar beliefs.
“When did such a cult appear?” someone muttered in confusion.
At this moment, Mr. A had a waiter raise a blackboard with several lines written in the language of Ruen:
“The Fool that does not belong to this era;
“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
“The king of luck, the black and yellow.”
While everyone studied the board, Mr. A said in a voice so hoarse that it was quite uncomfortable:
“Do not recite the above content in Hermes, even less in Giant, Elf, Dragon, or Ancient Hermes, and do not even write the corresponding descriptions in them, or there is a high chance of terrible things happening.
“Please help me find those who believe in ‘The Fool,’ of course, they might also follow ‘The mysterious ruler above the gray fog’ or ‘The king of luck, the black and yellow.’ As soon as you get any clue, immediately tell me, and the reward I will give will be more generous than you can imagine!”
“This description… sounds like a formidable existence! I’ve only seen similar titles in the texts of the seven gods!” exclaimed a party member in awe.
His companion shook his head and said:
“Many objects of cult worship also have similar descriptions.”
“Is it really a cult organization?” Another party member, hearing their discussion, blurted out in shock.
“It should be. Generally speaking, the spiritual beings we summon might also have such three-part descriptions, but one part must be ‘the patronage of so-and-so’ or something like ‘exclusively for so-and-so,’ not in this form!” A party member well-versed in mysticism provided a theoretical basis.
While they were exchanging excitedly, Fors was almost stunned.
Isn’t this the honorific name of Mr. “The Fool”? Although it’s described in the Ruen language, I can be sure of it! How could Mr. A be looking for followers of “The Fool”? Is this the intention of the Aurora Order? Fors’s mind was in a mess.
She knew Mr. A was a member of the Aurora Order because of the previous assassination of Ambassador Baklang in Intis, when a “terrorist organization” had claimed responsibility.
After a brief stupefaction, Fors instinctively examined herself, worried about being discovered that she was already a member of the Tarot Club, a follower of “The Fool” in a sense.
I just recited the honorific name of Mr. “The Fool” from that paper in Ancient Hermes, and was pulled into the gray fog; no one knows about it, and there’s no fear of investigation… But the paper with Mr. “The Fool’s” honorific name has a source; it was hidden in a book we borrowed from Viscount Greylint… Fors’s thoughts raced.
“The Fool that does not belong to this era… isn’t this the description I saw on that paper? I even had a dream about an evil spirit!” At the same time, Xiu also recalled that event that made her palpitate, but her long experience as a bounty hunter allowed her to not reveal any abnormality.
Then, she traced back to the origin of the paper:
It was hidden in the interlayer of “History of the Ruen Kingdom Aristocracy”… “History of the Ruen Kingdom Aristocracy” was borrowed from Viscount Greylint’s study…
Suddenly, both Fors and Xiu had the name of one person flash in their minds:
“Viscount Greylint!”
And at this moment, Viscount Greylint was staring at the blackboard and muttering with interest:
“This honorific name is very rare.
“But it sounds very powerful!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked around in confusion and said to Fors and Xiu:
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Xiu and Fors both shook their heads in synchronization.
…………
After dinner, in an elegantly decorated house.
Audrey, along with the golden-haired big dog Susie, led by her psychology teacher Island, entered the living room. This was a prearranged “academic” gathering.
Her maids and bodyguards were all left outside, and she, along with Susie, walked toward the spacious living room.
In the living room, whether for atmosphere or other reasons, the gas wall lamps were not lit, and the light was provided only by several gilded candleholders with candles on the tea table and cabinets.
Before Audrey could fully observe the environment, a gentleman in a gray tailcoat, about thirty years old, came toward her.
“This is the host of the house, Stephen Hamphreys, a furniture merchant,” introduced Island, whose hair was long down to her waist.
She was about to introduce Audrey’s identity, but Hamphreys laughed and said:
“Island, don’t speak, give me a chance to guess.”
He had neatly trimmed mustache and charming dark brown eyes, making him appear very courteous, more like a university lecturer than a furniture merchant.
After carefully observing Audrey for a few seconds, he smiled: