Monday afternoon, two fifty-eight.

Following the instructions, Emlyn began to pray to the great god in the secret room beneath Backlund.

In an instant, red light surrounded his consciousness.

After a brief period of confusion, Emlyn's eyes suddenly became clear and he saw the mysterious being sitting at the head of the mottled long table.

Fool!

Emlyn was shocked.

He was about to salute, but before he could say anything, several more figures appeared on the opposite side of the long table and to his side, whose faces could not be seen clearly like his, and whose bodies were surrounded by gray mist.

Among them, a lady with a voice as light as an oriole pondered for a moment and extended cordial greetings to the members of the association.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man..."

From left to right, from male to female.

Of course, she placed Emlyn at the end who had not yet extracted her identity.

"Hello, this strange gentleman, welcome to the Tarot Club." After saying that, Audrey finally completed her weekly routine.

Hearing this, Emlyn subconsciously puffed up his chest and said in a low tone: "Yes."

Oh, this young man has character.

Alger, who had never interacted with Emlyn, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Little Sun, who was far away in Silver City, also crossed his arms slightly dissatisfiedly, taking a rare look at the newcomer.

It was Jon who tried to smooth things over, "Don't worry, everyone, vampires probably all have this kind of virtue... I think Miss Temperance can vouch for this."

After hearing this, everyone naturally turned their attention to the doll-like Sharon.

Sharon nodded slightly.

In comparison, Emlyn is one of the more polite among the vampires.

These days, she and Maric are not cooperating with Emlyn and the vampires behind each other.

To be honest, those guys with over-the-top eyes are really not friendly people to communicate with...

"Vampire? Vampire!" Derrick said subconsciously.

Then Emlyn couldn't hold it any longer, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said with great indignation: "Watch your words, sir! The Vampires are a noble race that is different from those monsters covered in pus and blood!"

Seeing that he was about to witness the first duel between party members, Klein coughed lightly as he knew he couldn't continue watching the show.

In an instant, all sounds disappeared.

Everyone, including Jon, bowed their heads respectfully.

Klein was very satisfied and said softly, "The members here have close relationships and are as close as family."

The subject changed, "Of course, even family members will inevitably have quarrels and bickering.

But don’t forget that in the end you will both prosper and suffer.”

Friendly, severe, admonishing.

Emlyn was immediately impressed by the great existence and said with a trembling voice: "Follow your will."

"Very good." Klein was also very satisfied with his well-designed lines, and mobilized the power of the gray mist to condense a deck of tarot cards, "Choose an identity, this will be your code name in the party."

Although the identities of each member are almost no secret.

But there still needs to be a sense of ceremony.

Emlyn did not dare to neglect and chose the 'Moon' card among the remaining tarot cards.

Coincidentally, he happened to be sitting next to Derrick Berg, the holder of the 'Sun' card.

The sun and the moon are in the same sky, and the intelligence is boundless.

"Then, you are welcome to join the party, Mr. Moon." Klein chuckled.

Emlyn crossed his fingers in front of his forehead, "I sincerely praise you, Mr. Fool!"

This movement is the iconic movement of the Church of Fools (designed by a certain Mr. Joestar who wishes to remain anonymous), similar to the Church of Night’s dots four times on the chest, and the Aurora Society’s horizontal and vertical crosses.

——As early as when the "Code of Fools" was compiled, each member received a door-to-door delivery from the Star Insect messenger. Naturally, they knew what Emlyn's movements meant, and they imitated them one after another.

"Praise the fool."

Klein:......

Don't say it.

Amid the heartfelt praises, the gray fog here seemed to solidify a little more.

Emlyn's formal admission announced the beginning of this gathering.

Klein first affirmed the contribution of each member in the recent incident, and then emphatically praised Jon, Emlyn, Sharon and others for their busy work.

This made Derrick very envious.

Because he also wanted to ride the horse for Mr. Fool.

As for Fors...

Um.

Miss Xianyu spent another week that was not fulfilling but extremely relaxing.

It's really gratifying, gratifying and congratulatory.

"George III has fallen, the real Black Emperor has returned to the throne, and this time things have ended successfully." Klein changed into a more comfortable posture and said casually: "But don't forget, the war sweeping the northern and southern continents is about to begin.

"

Hearing this, Alger was shocked.

People like Miss Temperance, Miss Justice, Mr. Moon and others are limited to the area around Backlund.

As for himself, he is a good man who travels across the sea.

In other words, the opportunity to make a meritorious deed has arrived!

So, he spoke with great expectation: "According to your instructions, I have made contact with some of the naval admirals on Sunia Island. The Blue Avenger is at your disposal at any time."

My instructions?

It must be the instruction from that guy Jon.

Klein thought to himself.

There was no expression on his face, he nodded and said: "Very good, Mr. Hanged Man, you will be the pioneer and founder."

Alger was overjoyed.

Things are rare and valuable.

Your own influence at sea is irreplaceable within the party!

Mr. Fool has taken care of the problems in the Loen Kingdom, and he will definitely focus on expanding his power overseas...

Thinking of this, he added: "Mr. Fool, I must tell you that the activities of the Storm Lord's minions have been quite frequent recently, especially along the coast of Fusac. I think they seem to have the same sentiments as us.

idea."

Lord of Storms?

Who?

Really unfamiliar.

Alger, a young man from the Church of Storms who became a full-time loyalist of the Church of Fools, said this.

Klein had a headache.

He had just finished digesting the potion of the 'Faceless Man', and all he could think about was promotion and where to find a mermaid to sing to him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As for the construction and expansion of the Church of the Fool...

That thing is not something I can play around with now.

"Don't worry." Klein thought for a moment and then slowly said, "Time is on our side."

Alger seemed to understand.

At this time, Jon interjected: "The Storm Lord is just afraid that her position will be threatened. She is a tyrant, but not a fool. Do what you should do, and she will not have a direct conflict with us."

"The main reason is that I don't dare." Jon added silently in his heart.

The Starry Sky Evil God's cultivation of fools is not a secret in the eyes of some great beings. In this case, how could the Storm Lord lose his mind and provoke him, unless the god doesn't want it anymore.

"In this way..." Alger felt relieved.

The political commissar has already spoken, so what else is there to say?
To be continued...