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Chapter 174 Divination is Risky
Chapter 174 Divination is Risky
Above the gray fog, inside an ancient and magnificent palace.
After Alger the Hanged Man completely disappeared, the space returned to its usual silence.
Klein sat alone in the high-backed chair that belonged to "The Fool," not leaving immediately. He reached out and materialized the documents that Alger had just presented in front of him.
His gaze first fell on the few pages of research notes about the "Antigonus" family.
Klein recognized it at a glance; the contents were a translation of the Antigonus family notebook from Tingen City.
Why did the Antigonus family's translated notes end up in a sunken suitcase at sea?
He immediately recalled the notebook from his time in Tingen, which had ultimately disappeared.
Was it the notebook's previous owner, or is it related to "0-08"? Is it the work of a secret society? Or some other clandestine organization I don't know about?
Countless complex thoughts, like a tangled spider web, instantly filled Klein's mind.
He rubbed his temples and turned his gaze back to the few pages of Russell's diary.
July 23rd.
Although Lady Karina came from Fursac, she was completely different from the barbaric image of Fursac, and was even more conservative than the women of Ruen.
Her shy expression was truly...
Looking at those unrestrained and vividly realistic "romantic escapades" of Russell, Klein felt another headache coming on.
The information brought by "The Hanged Man" today was something he couldn't ignore. Both the Roselle Diary and the Antigonus family notes were, to some extent, closely related to his identity as a transmigrator.
"And that mysterious woman who investigated Russell's diary."
Klein sighed, "Sigh, how come so many things have suddenly appeared?"
He felt like he was walking on a tightrope, and now, a fierce wind was blowing from all directions.
Klein's spiritual intuition as a diviner told him that this was definitely not a coincidence, and there must be some kind of inner connection.
However, he was currently unable to connect all the information. After thinking it over, Klein decided that instead of making wild guesses here, it would be better to start investigating from the source of the information.
He picked up one of the paper translations of the "Antigonus" family notes and laid it flat on the mottled bronze table.
Then he silently recited in his mind:
"The original source of this information."
"The original source of this information."
Meanwhile, Bayam.
Lorne returned to that void once more.
In the brief moment of waiting, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the void before him.
The light rapidly expanded, eventually coalescing into a humanoid silhouette that shone with pure radiance yet whose specific features were completely obscured.
Lorne's pupils contracted sharply, slightly surprised.
"narcissism?"
"What do you want with me?" Lorne looked at the other person warily.
Narcissists are not easy to get along with.
The radiant figure didn't answer immediately, seemingly scrutinizing him. A moment later, an emotionless voice resounded directly in his mind.
"cooperate."
"Cooperation?" Lorne chuckled.
"Indeed, you're not that scheming, not that disgusting. But you're not far off either."
Why should I trust you?
"The future." The voice rang out again, simple and direct.
"The future?" Lorne's face revealed undisguised mockery.
"Hmph, how arrogant. Fate cannot be predetermined. You can't, and neither can he."
"If you could truly decide the future, how could you have ended up in this situation?"
"Also, let's not talk about your collusion with someone."
"What kind of bargaining chips can you offer?"
"contract."
The radiant figure uttered the last word.
The word "contract" made Lorne fall into deep thought.
In terms of credibility, narcissists are definitely better than scheming people.
While he wasn't exactly a good person either, in matters of notarization, he was far superior to someone with a terrible reputation—
If a narcissist really colludes with an older woman, then in the face of a common enemy, working with a scheming person is a last resort.
However, given the new circumstances, the original arrangements do not seem to be unchangeable.
After all, fate is unpredictable—
The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Neither of them spoke, waiting for the other's reaction. Just as they remained silent, a gray-white mist quietly descended upon the area.
Above the gray fog, Klein stared at the chaotic and blurry divination scene before him, somewhat bewildered.
Why is it all blurry again?
This was the second time he had encountered this situation. The last time, when he tried to divine the exact whereabouts of Lorne Disenk, a similar, seemingly distorted, static screen appeared.
But this time, it was even more serious than the last. It was no longer a simple "interference," but a complete and utter chaos where nothing could be seen, as if there was an invisible wall that kept all his prying eyes out.
Just as Klein was feeling somewhat lost and wondering whether he should try another approach, the entire gray fog suddenly began to stir without warning!
"What?!" Klein was startled.
The eternally unchanging, mysterious space he was in was now like a pot of water that had been boiled over, completely churning! The mottled bronze table, the high-backed chairs, and even the magnificent, ancient palace were all trembling violently, cracks beginning to appear, and slowly collapsing!
This unprecedented turn of events instilled in Klein a deep-seated fear.
Immediately afterwards, the countless boiling, surging gray mists, as if drawn by some invisible force, transformed into torrents that rushed madly toward the chaotic scene in front of him!
"not good!"
Seeing that things were going badly, Klein instinctively wanted to break the connection and immediately exit the gray fog!
But to his horror, he discovered that he couldn't do it!
He couldn't escape this gray fog; he could only passively experience it all. Every movement he made now seemed like an unnecessary disturbance.
At this moment, the chaotic scene that filled the screen seemed to have truly transformed into a passage connecting to an unknown world. Several dazzling rays of light, carrying a scorching heat and as intense as the sun, forcefully tore through the gaps in the gray mist, attempting to squeeze up from the chaos!
Then, a blindingly bright white light, so familiar to Klein that he couldn't look directly at it, swept in from the depths of the gray fog and instantly engulfed everything!
Klein realized that he seemed to have inadvertently stumbled into a terrible conflict that was beyond his imagination.