Chapter 502: The

The child of the "Primordial Witch" must be a natural female? Jenna associated this with the sequence name "Witch" and vaguely understood why.

Even if the offspring of a god weren't ordinary people when they were just born, they couldn't be just Sequence 9 or Sequence 8, right?

"Good." Jenna agreed.

The first mission after joining the Tarot Club didn't need to be separated from her companions, allowing her to adventure, which made her feel relieved.

"Judgment" returned a smile:

"I will briefly tell you about the situation of our Tarot Club now..."

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After Anthony Reid left the 601 apartment at 3 White Coat Street, he felt the sleepiness of not sleeping all night surge up.

As a "Psychiatrist," his physical fitness hadn't improved too much, and last night he not only stayed up until dawn, holding on until now,

At times like this, he quite envied "Hunters". Lumian was only one sequence higher than him, had also not slept until now, and was a main force in two battles, yet he showed absolutely no signs of fatigue, looking as spirited as if he could beat another Gardner Martin to death.

Anthony Reid forced himself to turn into Chaos Street, entered a brownish-gray building, and arrived at a corner on the third floor.

This was his safe house, an apartment that had been vacant for a long time.

He felt that finding a landlord or broker to rent a room as a safe house wasn't very safe; as long as there had been contact with people, there was a risk of being betrayed or tracked. Using his identity as an intelligence peddler, he had mastered several apartments in the Market District that were vacant or abandoned for various reasons. Whenever something went wrong, he would randomly pick one to hide in, without having contact with anyone.

Anthony did not mind the dusty bed and moldy quilt; he collapsed onto it and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In the hazy, muddled dream, he suddenly regained his reason and recovered a certain degree of clarity.

He saw that ahead was Market Avenue, where a café had people coming and going, and business was quite good.

Following a peculiar intuition originating from his heart, Anthony Reid passed by the large golden-haired dog crouching at the entrance of the café and arrived at the booth by the window.

A lady wearing a light green and white dress was sitting there. Anthony felt that he should have seen her appearance clearly and even left a stunning impression, yet he could not form a clear mental image of it no matter what.

It was as if he had collected all the information, but his brain, or rather his "mind body," could not process it.

"Good morning, I am 'Justice'." That lady introduced herself in a clear and soft voice, her tone carrying a hint of lightness.

"Justice"... Anthony had already heard Lumian and Franca say that the secret organization they belonged to was called the "Tarot Club", and members used different Tarot cards as code names. Among them, Major Arcana cards represented core members, each of whom was a demigod, while Minor Arcana cards belonged to peripheral members, affiliated with different Major Arcana cards.

And "Justice" was undoubtedly a Major Arcana card.

"Will you be my Major Arcana?" Anthony sat opposite her and asked respectfully.

"Justice" smiled:

"You can also choose to change one; fate is not unchangeable.

"Of course, some existences do not think so."

The Major Arcana card opposite him appeared friendly enough, giving no pressure at all, and even took the initiative to joke, which made Anthony's tense heart relax quite a bit.

He quietly exhaled and said:

"I can draw a card now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deck of Tarot cards suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Anthony habitually picked one from the middle position and flipped it over onto the table.

The face of the Minor Arcana card was:

A man carrying a sword, sitting under three hanging swords.

"Four of Swords"!

"The burden in your heart has been put down. The rest and accumulation now are for the sake of walking a longer path in the future. As a 'Psychiatrist', this card is also telling you to always pay attention to your own mind. We may carry new burdens at any time, and we must know how to accept, accommodate, and resolve them." Lady "Justice" "interpreted" the meaning of this Minor Arcana card.

In front of her, there was also a deck of Tarot cards, but the number of cards was less than half of the previous deck.

She drew a card at random, took it out, and placed it in the center of the table.

That card depicted the Goddess of Justice sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and scales.

Major Arcana card, "Justice"!

After pushing the "Justice" card to Anthony, the lady smiled and said:

"You have two tasks now. One is to cooperate with 'Temperance', help her clear out the 'Mirror People', and investigate the problems of the Witch Sect. The second is to try to contact a secret organization called the 'Psychological Alchemists'..."

"Psychological Alchemists"... Anthony chewed on this name.

After finishing the tasks, "Justice" turned to ask:

"Did they tell you which great existence we follow and the specific situation of the 'Tarot Club'?"

"I only know that you follow a true god called 'The Fool', and use Tarot cards as code names modeled after His name." Anthony said truthfully.

Before he officially joined the "Tarot Club", Lumian and Franca could not say much.

"Justice" laughed:

"Then please allow me to introduce you to our beacon and savior, the great Mr. 'Fool'..."

Her tone faintly carried a certain joyful emotion.

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After leaving Lugano Toscano's safe house, Lumian took a carriage to the Botanical Garden District, turned into the street with the same name as the stone-paved street in the Market District, and entered the safe house he had rented earlier.

He glanced at the little boy Ludwig, who was sitting on the sofa eating dessert while reading a novel, and said with a sneer:

"Although you escaped the Church of Knowledge, you can't be this degenerate, only knowing how to read novels!"

"A bad-tempered guy sent you a letter, it's in the bedroom." Ludwig changed the subject directly.

"A bad-tempered guy?" Lumian frowned slightly.

"Wearing a golden dress... like that doll one." Ludwig answered without even raising his head; the pause in the middle was to take a bite of what was said to be a carrot cake characteristic of the Loen Kingdom.

It's Lady "Magician"'s messenger... Lumian asked suspiciously:

"Why would she lose her temper at you?"

"I saw her, and then we had a quarrel." Ludwig said without much concern.

Just a quarrel? She didn't hang you up and beat you? Lumian muttered silently as he walked into the bedroom and picked up the letter paper folded into a square on the desk.

This letter was different from the one that gave the reward earlier; it mainly answered the questions Lumian raised after getting the "0-01" information:

"This should be a hint from the Church of Knowledge:

"If you can reach a high position, they are willing to provide a certain amount of help, and even tacitly allow you to take away that sealed artifact.

"Of course, there are two prerequisites for this. One is that you must at least become a Sequence 4 saint, possess divinity, and have the qualifications to enter the chessboard. The second is that there is a way to carry that sealed artifact without causing harm to the surrounding humans and environment.

"If you can't do these two things, the Church of Knowledge cannot provide clear support.

"And becoming a demigod and not being able to get close to '0-01' above Sequence 5 are contradictory. There might be a piece of information hidden here, which is telling you that after you prove you have the ability to advance to Sequence 4, before actually performing the ritual to consume the potion, enter the 'City of Exiles' Morora, get close to '0-01', leave a mark, or complete something, to lay the foundation for mastering it when stepping into a higher sequence.

"What exactly needs to be done, I can't see yet.

"To put the above content simply: if you show and prove your potential, the Church of Knowledge is willing to support you in competing with 'Red Angel' Medici for the divine throne of 'Red Priest'. Surprised? Excited?"

Surprised? Terrified is more like it! Lumian had never truly thought before that he could become a true god.

Although his faith was not that devout, he grew up in such a social environment after all, and he hadn't been in the arcane world for long, so he wouldn't easily have the thought of "I can also become a god, I also want to become a god".

And Lumian had already seen the terror and power of "Red Angel" Medici in Trier during the Fourth Epoch.

Thinking about being an enemy of such an existence and competing for the divine throne of "Red Priest", he instinctively felt it was absurd and believed it had no practical significance:

"What is the essential difference between this and what Aurora joked about during combat class: 'Alright, you've mastered the basic combat skills, now you can go slay a god'?"

As thoughts raced through his mind, Lumian suddenly whispered to himself:

"If I become a true god, can I resurrect Aurora..."

After a moment of silence, he laughed self-deprecatingly:

"Gods also fall, and they might not even be able to resurrect themselves.

"Lady 'Magician' mentioned that the betrayal curse of the 'Arrogant Armor' came from the hatred and resentment of the gods before they fell... But according to the information she provided, the 'Arrogant Armor' first appeared at the end of the previous comprehensive war in the Northern Continent. Did a true god fall at that time?

"The ability of the 'Arrogant Armor' clearly belongs to the 'Warrior' pathway... Did the 'God of War' fall? But in the Feynapotter Kingdom, the Church of the God of War is still fine, uh, that's what newspapers, magazines, and merchants say..."

Lumian thought for a long while without any conclusion and turned his gaze back to the letter:

"Actually, I never thought about letting you pursue the divine throne of 'Red Priest' before, I just felt that you, who have sealed an angel and whose fate has changed, have hope of becoming a high-sequence person. Now, well, you follow your own heart's thoughts, and our Tarot Club can also provide support.

"In addition, there is one point to note:

"I went to Lemberg for a tour and also asked several scholars known for their extensive knowledge there, and not a single person had heard of the 'City of Exiles' Morora.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, and even the lower and middle-level clergy of the Church of Knowledge, this is a non-existent, unrecorded city."

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