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she says……

What this witch said was that the reward she was willing to give was...a kiss?!

Seeing Klein's dull look on his face, Alice actually smiled more cheerfully, almost writing the joy of being pleased on her face.

"Why, you're not happy? You feel like you're being taken advantage of? But don't you think I'm the one who's being taken advantage of?"

"Where did you take advantage? You, you..."

Klein wanted to sternly accuse her of this bad behavior of teasing him for fun, but he heard the other party's sudden change of tone and gave him a pointing look.

"Huh? Didn't you take advantage of me? Then why do I feel that since I came back on Sunday, you seem to have changed a little in a few days... Well, specifically, it's the devil's

The breath of the medicine has penetrated deeper into your body and into your spirit... How about it, did I say something wrong?"

Glancing under her clear eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, Klein immediately broke away from the thought of bargaining, suppressed his surprise and a little guilt, and considered it naturally.

"...No, but that's just a coincidence."

He had to admit that the photo of Russell's diary that Alice brought back was a priceless treasure to him...well, the key to a priceless treasure.

Whenever he has a chance these days, he will go up to the mysterious palace above the gray fog, where he will review the wall he saw in the dream divination, the wall covered with Russell's diary.

Taking advantage of the special nature of being above the gray fog, Klein sat in his own "Fool" chair and copied a few of Russell's diaries step by step every day. He read those or not in a hurry or calmly.

Written records that surprised him, made him think deeply, or left him speechless.

...This is much better than the feeling of waiting for those two "offerings" at a Tarot meeting!

At least he doesn't have to pretend to be an inscrutable and mysterious expert, nor does he have to forcefully suppress his reactions. He can laugh when he wants to laugh, and lean back when he wants to be tactical, because he doesn't have to worry about being seen by the "audience"

What clue is coming...

However, divination is just divination after all, and it has its limits.

After all, he had not personally been to the treasure study room where "Tarot Society hard currency" was plastered everywhere. He could only barely read the contents of the diary on one wall through dream divination.

Regarding the other papers scattered around the room, Klein could only express his helplessness.

Although according to his expectations, it would be ideal if there were dozens of copies of Russell's diary among the hundreds of papers in the secret researcher's study, but maybe? Maybe there are.

Where are more valuable diaries?

Klein couldn't help but think so, and at the same time he lamented the limitations of divination itself. After all, it was only an auxiliary means, not a complete way to solve the problem. It could not rely entirely on divination.

The moment he realized this, he felt a common change in his own soul.

All kinds of past insights and thoughts about "divineers", strict compliance with the rules of performance, and the boost at this moment, which was like the last kick before the goal, made him enter a wonderful state, with illusory and clear sounds in his ears.

The sound of breaking.

It was as if something, some power was dissolving in his body and mind, gradually integrating with him, making his mind relaxed and pure.

After a long time, Klein let out a long breath, feeling filled with emotions.

No wonder the emperor's diary mentioned that once digested, every extraordinary person can immediately realize that if it is, it is not, and if it is not, it is not...

Without being reminded by others or repeatedly confirmed, he clearly recognized the fact that he had completely digested the "divineer's" potion.

However, after carefully calculating the time it took for him to become an Extraordinary, Klein was shocked to find that he had digested the remaining spirit inside the potion in just one month. He seemed to belong to the type of people who made the fastest progress as mentioned in the Emperor's diary!

Could it be that I am actually a genius in an extraordinary mysterious field?

Just one month!

It took me one month to complete the path that most Nighthawks have to wait for three years before they can even consider applying for promotion!

If I tell the captain and others, they will probably think I am joking...

But that's the truth.

As far as Klein knew, at this week's Tarot meeting, Miss Justice conveyed to him her confidence and joy in the "acting method" and said that she should be able to complete the acting in about a month and completely digest the "audience" magic.

medicine.

At that time, Mr. "Fool" maintained a superficial calm, nodded slightly to show his approval, and was thinking about how to gain an "audience" from Dr. Dust Guderian, a doctor in the lunatic asylum and a peripheral member of the "Psychological Alchemy Society"

Follow-up "Mind Reader" recipe.

But after the meeting ended, he still looked at the empty long bronze table and knocked on the mottled ancient edge with a smile.

"It only took me one month to become a true and complete 'divineer'..."

After relaxing slightly, Klein quickly put away some of the complacency caused by his rapid progress, because he did not forget that if he wanted to be promoted, he would still have to face many difficulties.

First of all, although he had obtained the formula of the "Joker" potion through divination before, firstly, the funds at hand were not enough for him to collect all the materials needed for the potion at his own expense. Secondly, his status as a Nighthawk was also limited.

He has a certain degree of freedom.

If he planned to be promoted secretly, but the church and the Nighthawks discovered something was wrong later, it would be difficult to explain.

Secondly, during the process of digesting the potion, he originally planned to follow the example of "Psychic" Dai Li to reveal the existence of "acting method" to the captain and Nighthawk teammates, and to pave the way for his application for promotion.

However, the potion was digested much earlier than he expected, which disrupted his plan.

Finally, and the most critical point that troubles him the most: he has absolutely no idea how to play the "Joker".

Of course, these are things that can be considered later, because now...

When Klein came back to his senses, he saw Alice staring at him silently, showing a faint smile that seemed to have profound meaning.

"Really, it's just a coincidence..."

He felt that he couldn't explain the prostitution diary to her, so he had to pretend that nothing happened and change the subject.

"I have indeed finished digesting the magic potion of the 'divinationist' in the past few days, and I feel that my understanding of divination has deepened. Perhaps I can get clearer and more accurate symbols and reminders from the spiritual world..."

"Then don't you consider helping me and testing your ability as a 'divinationist' by the way?" Alice suggested with a wink.

"It's remunerative..." Klein felt that he might have blushed again and failed to insist on finishing his request.

"I know you are a good person, just do me a favor!"

Klein expressed his gratitude for her brisk speech:

"Don't just send me good guy cards!"

"Why?"

He felt that she was asking questions knowingly, because her green eyes were almost full of mischief and laughter that was about to overflow.

"...What's the reason for this? People who are said to be good people are usually followed by a twist, a not-so-good twist..." Klein gritted his teeth and replied.

"For example?" Alice asked, still smiling and chasing after him without taking a step back.

For example, you are a good person, but we are not suitable... Oh, this kind of turning point does not seem to appear in our context at this time...

Klein thought for a while, tried hard to find a description that a witch from another world could understand, and described it like this:

"For example, you say that I am a good person, and then you ask me to help, and you plan to use a few nice words to refuse the reward and let me work for you for free..."

"Hey, how do you know my words and strategies?" She opened her eyes slightly and turned her head.

...Fuck, is this the witch really planning to do this?

Klein was quite speechless, suppressing the urge to sigh and rubbing his brows.

Did she think that he didn't know her tricks? Didn't she know that she had dealt the same good guy card to her fellow poet Leonard?

The poor poet classmate thought that this was an opportunity to further his relationship with her. He felt like a spring breeze, and shared his "love history" with him with a brisk smile on his face...

As a result, when Klein asked him carefully, he was speechless.

He still hasn't understood how the classic sentence "You are a good person, but we are more suitable as friends" was understood by fellow poets as the beginning of a friendship...

I never thought he was so stupid before, or is it that emotions make people blind, and even make fellow poets intellectual...

At this moment, Alice raised her finger and tapped her lips, smiling again:

"Well, do you want to talk about Mr. Leonard?"

"What exactly are you and Leonard..." Klein suddenly reacted mid-sentence and opened his mouth in embarrassment. After all, he couldn't finish the rest of the sentence.

Oops...she tricked her into saying something!

...No, how did she know that I knew Leonard?!

"Don't show this expression of wanting to know but holding back and not asking. It's very silly."

Alice covered her lips and smiled, as if she couldn't see the shock and confusion on his face. She spread her hands and said:

"Don't worry, your friend and colleague and I are really just friends. And unlike you, he knows how to find topics to talk to ladies and ladies, and the reaction to teasing them won't be too interesting... Well, but I don't know.

Why, he has no ability to resist my charm..."

"You..." Klein had just regained his language skills and was about to say something, but was unexpectedly interrupted by a familiar pain coming from his abdomen.

——That damn ointment again! This time the side effect seems to be acute diarrhea!

"I, I'll excuse you for a moment..."

He suddenly felt embarrassed and smiled apologetically at her. Then he no longer cared about image issues, grabbed a few pieces of yellowed and rough paper and went into the bathroom.
To be continued...