strictlysupreme Chapter 166 Week 1
Chapter 166 Week 1
Chapter 166 Monday
The next day, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the clock on the wall chimed precisely on time.
Cyril leaned back leisurely in the chair in front of his desk, with thick gray mist constantly surging out in front of him, while an invisible force enveloped his spiritual body.
In a moment of disorientation, the scene around him changed completely.
The magnificent and tall stone pillars stand tall, supporting the high dome. The mottled and ancient long table seems to have been placed here for hundreds or thousands of years, with several blurry figures sitting on each side.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
"Justice" Audrey was the first to stand up. When she bowed and greeted Mr. "Fool" at the head of the table, her gaze paused almost imperceptibly when it fell on the card that was upside down on the table in front of "Fool".
...This is the card I pierced with my earring, the blasphemous card made by Emperor Roselle?
I don't know what method is recorded on this blasphemous card, but if it's "spectator"::
As her thoughts wandered, she subconsciously glanced at the others around her and found that, apart from Mr. "World" and "Destiny" Sirion, everyone else had expressed their doubts and surprise to varying degrees.
Mr. World and the others already know about this blasphemous card?
They're all in Backlund, so perhaps they were involved in obtaining the Blasphemy Token. Unfortunately, the Steam Church hasn't released any information, and I can't actively inquire about it.
Hmm... it's also possible that they're just very good at hiding their emotions.
Composing herself, she turned and greeted each person present.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon, Mr. Sun, good afternoon, Mr. Fate..."
After everyone nodded and greeted each other, Cyril raised his hand first, addressing "The Fool" Klein at the head of the weathered long table:
"Mr. 'Fool,' I've recently acquired some of Russell's diaries. May I use them as payment for storing that item?"
"If there is any remaining value in those diaries, can it be accumulated as a contribution?"
Cumulative contributions? You weren't this proactive before.
I suspect they need my help, Mr. Fool, for something, and judging from the fact that it requires accumulating contributions, it can't be a trivial matter... My worst fears have come true. I really want to refuse, but...:
Lost in thought, "The Fool" Klein leaned back in his chair and nodded leisurely:
"Can."
He cannot voluntarily break the rules he has set, as this does not conform to the behavior that a "fool" should exhibit in everyone's mind.
Seeing that "The Fool" Klein agreed to his question, Cyril immediately calmed down, recalled the specific contents of the diaries he had read before, and then materialized them with Klein's help.
In the blink of an eye, a neatly arranged stack of Russell's diary materialized and appeared out of thin air in front of "patient" Klein.
Both Audrey, the "Justice," and Alger, the "Hanged Man," who had provided Mr. Fool with Russell's diary, showed varying degrees of shock.
"You can memorize so much information at once?"
Cyril smiled and nodded at Audrey, the "Justice," who had voiced her question, and then explained:
"I am familiar with the script used by Emperor Russell, so it is easier for memorizing it."
"Justice!" Audrey's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked:
"You have some knowledge of this script? Can I learn this from you? I can pay you."
In that instant, everyone turned to look at Xireen; some were surprised, some curious, and some sighed...
Klein: Your Majesty, you're probably going to suffer social death at our Tarot meeting.
Xi Ruien looked around at everyone and shook his head slightly: "Not for now, we need to get the consent of the person involved."
"This is a diary after all. If you wake up one day and find that your diary has been published to the whole world, you'll probably be pretty embarrassed." "Hmm... I didn't think it through." "Justice" Audrey shook her head apologetically at him.
...Did he wake up thinking that Emperor Roselle was still alive?
Enveloped in gray fog, "The Fool" Klein fell into deep thought, then manipulated "the world" to utter a question:
"Do you believe that Emperor Roselle is not truly dead yet?"
"Death doesn't mean you can't be resurrected. And coincidentally, the 'Black Emperor' pathway has the ability to resurrect."
As he spoke, Sirion glanced warily at the card that was upside down on the table in front of Mr. Fool.
"As far as I know, Roselle follows the 'Generalist' pathway, which is different from the 'Black Emperor' pathway..."
The world's words suddenly paused, as Klein, who was controlling it, thought of the series of things this transmigrator predecessor had done later in life, including but not limited to calling himself Caesar the Great and reforming the constitution...:
...Is the Great Emperor consciously moving closer to the "Black Emperor"? But the only adjacent pathway to the "General Knowledge" pathway should be the "Secret Seeker," and the Great Emperor's death is a fact that all seven major righteous churches have confirmed.
Wait, the "Black Emperor's" sequence can be resurrected, and upon death, it will release all of its extraordinary characteristics...
Is the Emperor trying to get rid of the traits belonging to the "Secret Seeker" and "Comprehensive Knowledgeer" pathways by dying once and then being resurrected, thus escaping the madness brought about by the conflict of extraordinary traits? But why didn't he reappear after his death? Did something go wrong with his resurrection?
The "Black Emperor" can awaken from any of the nine mausoleums, but not necessarily from a mausoleum, as long as a certain number of remnants of the order he established remain, and as long as people still recite his name.
The Emperor certainly meets the criteria, so something went wrong during his resurrection process, forcing him to fall into a deep sleep?
After "The World" fell into deep thought, Sirion didn't speak again, quietly leaning back in his chair and lost in thought.
For a moment, only the occasional sarcastic murmurs from "The Fool" as he flipped through his diary filled the hall.
On either side of the long table, the members of the Tarot Club watched the two who had suddenly fallen silent with curiosity and a touch of urgency. It was the most frustrating thing to hear a secret conversation suddenly stop halfway through, but now that Mr. Fool had read the diary, they had no choice but to remain silent, even though they had many questions.
At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein flipped through his diary faster and faster.
"At the grand New Year's Eve party on January 1st, Madame Florent was truly a stunner tonight."
"Miss Matilda is so beautiful on October 5th. Her personality and her temperament are exactly my type. I'm starting to look forward to our marriage."
"April 14th. I've been participating in too many activities lately, and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed."
This is no small matter! I must exercise restraint, restraint!
This is truly a stack of carefully selected diaries!
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Klein, gritting his teeth, thought to himself, "The Fool." He hadn't found much useful information in that thick stack of diaries.
He had good reason to suspect that this was a diary that Cyril had "carefully" selected, with the purpose of revealing the time he had spent storing the "Mercury Serpent" body for him.
The original redemption period for this stack of diaries must be reduced by 50%, no, 90%!
After making a decision in his heart, he raised his hand and made all the diaries in front of him disappear. Then he looked at Miss "Justice" who had been wanting to speak.
Seeing Mr. Fool's gaze fall upon her, Audrey "Justice" quickly said:
"Mr. 'Fool,' I also remember two pages from Russell's diary."
"Not bad." "The Fool" Klein nodded slightly.
Hopefully, the diary that "Miss Justice" finds will contain some useful information, and also cleanse my eyes from the pollution caused by a whole stack of Russell's womanizing diaries and his post-coital reflections.
As his thoughts drifted, he gently raised his hand, helping "Justice" Audrey to materialize the two pages of her diary from her memory, and then transferred them into his own hands.
As his gaze swept over the area, the expression on his face gradually stiffened.
"Damn it, the food here is making me constipated!" (March 6th)
This is not Russell's diary of his womanizing, but these are the two pages of the diary that he had already seen in the Kingdom Museum.
Today was the day I gained the most from Russell's diary, and also the day I gained the least.
After mentally complaining, he delayed a little longer before letting the materialized diary in his hand disappear. Then he looked at "Justice" Audrey and asked:
"Do you want it deducted from the outstanding gold pounds, or would you like to receive something in addition?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Audrey's gaze fell upon the faceless playing card, and she spoke directly:
"Mr. Fool, I would like to know what extraordinary path is hidden within that blasphemous card?"