All Heavens Gou Xian

Luo Feng thought about it a little deeper. If Prince Edesak chose the Emperor card, then what would Roselle, the real brand, the Black Emperor, choose when he came to Tarot? !

In the silence, Mr. Little Sun asked bluntly: "Mr. Emperor, are you and Miss Empress husband and wife?"

Little Sun's action drew applause from everyone in the Tarot Society.

Among a group of thoughtful old yinbis, a frank and honest man is needed to break the deadlock.

"Husband and wife?" Prince Edsac was stunned for a moment, glanced nervously at Triss, and stammered, "It should be..."

"It's not husband and wife." The witch Triss said calmly, "It's the relationship between imprisonment and being imprisoned."

Prince Edsac turned pale and nodded with difficulty

However, the witch Triss said immediately: "That was before, now it should be a cooperative relationship."

Oh……

Everyone in the Tarot Society's eyes lit up.

Miss Magician Fors, as a famous Backlund novelist, has already begun to fill her brain with a series of literary works.

And from the 21st century, Klein, who has experienced the baptism of many green and green literature, can't help but appear in his mind, the names of various novels, the overbearing president, the imprisoned princess, love, my little wife...

Reserved, reserved, Klein, you are the mysterious Mr. Fool.

While Klein was satisfied with eating the big melon, he secretly warned himself to be careful.

Accompanied by Mr. Luo Feng skillfully handing over the Roselle diary he invented and created, he successfully consumed the fool's wool again.

The Tarot Club has officially begun.

"You can start communicating." Mister Fool said to the Tarot Society with a smile, and acted as an arbiter after hiding the gray fog.

Triss has been in contact with many secret gatherings and is too familiar with the process, but this time the Tarot Club has a higher standard than any gathering she has attended.

The host is a great being that is almost a god.

Only in this way can one's own destiny be broken.

Mister Fool Trumpet World asked, "Who has any news about the real Creator?"

Triss took a deep breath, thinking in her heart that it was indeed the case, high-level gatherings and discussions were all about evil gods and true gods, major issues related to the world.

Mr. Ah Meng's eyes became sharper, what do you want from my father.

Chapter 58 Amon in the Tarot Society

Mr. Ah Meng smiled and said: "I know, I can tell everyone publicly."

Mister Fool nodded, and praised, Mr. Ah Meng is really a generous person, unlike Mr. Power, who asks him for gold pounds every time.

Mr. Ah Meng snorted and knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention. He said calmly, "I know a lot about the real Creator."

"He is the Creator of all, the Master behind the Veil of Shadow, the Fallen Nature of all living things."

"The Aurora Order, an organization that believes in the true Creator, secretly preaches in Backlund."

"They do have a large number of believers and organizations in the Eastern District. One of them is the Patriarch, and he is divided into eight bishops. The bishop organizes various teams to preach to the workers in the Eastern District."

In an instant, the atmosphere of the Tarot Club became serious.

Is this an evil god, a fallen creator?True Creator?Known as the oldest and most powerful existence among the gods.

Not to be underestimated.

Except for a few people who know the inside story, such as Dunn.

He looked weird, he didn't know whether he should speak or not

At this time, Miss Justice raised her hand.

Miss Justice Audrey asked: "Mr. Ah Meng, why do the workers in the East District believe in the real Creator? Are the three official churches not good enough?"

"This is an evil god!"

"If coercive means are used, there should not be a large number of believers."

Mr. Lover, Ah Meng smiled and said: "Because the three major churches will not provide bread and milk."

"what……"

"what……?!"

Everyone in the Tarot Society almost thought they heard it wrong.

Mr. Lover Amon repeated: "The three major churches will not provide bread and milk. Believers of the true Creator will use bread and milk and a warm family in the future as temptations to confuse them into believing in the true Creator."

"On the one hand, there is a real death, and on the other hand, the illusory belief in the true God. The workers have made a choice."

At the Tarot meeting, Miss Magician sighed inwardly. As the arbiter of the Eastern District, she has seen gangsters, homeless people, and the real situation inside.

It is not difficult to understand why there are a large number of evil god believers in the East District.

The evil god just wants you to die in the future, but the reality is to let you die now.

Moreover, judging from the real believers of the Creator this time, they seem to belong to the moderate faction, and they did not hold horrible rituals such as blood sacrifices.

Mr. Dunn raised his hand and said calmly: "I used to see and hear about a large number of child laborers who died in their teens in the East District. Most of the workers who rarely survived the age of 30 due to extreme fatigue and harsh conditions survived. The old people who have been tested before, but because of old age, unemployment and lack of security, can only wander in the streets, and died of hunger and cold."

"Heh, there's even an investigation report that mentions that it's hard for workers in certain factories to survive five years."

"And in Backlund's Eastern Borough, there is a saying that the residents living there must belong to the generation of grandpa, without exception."

"The real meaning of this sentence is that people there will not have a third generation, and there will be no grandchildren."

"Poverty and hunger make their children very thin, and it is difficult for them to adapt to hard work. They will soon wither in Backlund, let alone get married and have the next generation."

It was the first time that Audrey, who heard Mr. "Pope" say so many words, fell into deep shock and confusion.

This seemed to be a completely different world from the Backlund she was in and stayed in.

She is in heaven and the workers are in hell.

"It shouldn't be like this." Compassion surged in Miss Justice's heart, and she wanted to remind her father, Earl Hall, to help those poor people in the factory area live and establish some laws and policies for implementation.

His Royal Highness, the prince who had just joined the Tarot Society, was also in deep shock. He had heard about the misery of the workers, but he had never imagined that it was so bad that he couldn't even survive.

"The kingdom of the father, the honor of the royal family, the justice of the nobility, is everything right?"

His Royal Highness fell into deep thought.

He wanted to do something, but found that he was already in danger.

After all, he is just a prince if he really wants to change the country.

"Perhaps, I can become the king. Change the fate of the workers, change the fate of me and Triss."

His Royal Highness suddenly had a wonderful idea.

At this moment, he is not alone, the God of War of the Xuanwu Gate, the ax wielder of the Great Song Dynasty, the King of Yan in Beiping... Each and every one of them gave him inspiration.

Alger, who came from a similar environment, felt turbulent and touched, but he found another problem as an old fritter.

"Mr. Lover, do you have any special channels for the detailed layout of the Aurora Society in the East District?"

Alger the Hanged Man inquired euphemistically, asking if there were any undercover agents inside the Aurora Society.

Mr. Lover, Ah Meng smiled slightly, it wasn't that I would have an undercover agent in Aurora, Aurora would be my undercover agent.

"I think this question can be answered." The taciturn Mr. Dunn raised his hand and said slowly: "The Aurora Society has eight bishops in the Eastern Region, and I am the bishop in charge of the mining industry in the Eastern Region."

Mr. Lover, Ah Meng nodded and said, "That's right, I am the Patriarch of the Eastern Region."

……

In an instant, Tarot will fall into silence.

The villain turned out to be me? !

Mister Fool, who was hidden behind the gray fog, swallowed his saliva, and operating the trumpet, Mister World asked cautiously: "Can I ask Mr. Lover, you are in the Aurora Society..."

Before Klein could finish asking, Mr. Lover, Ah Meng smiled and said, "My father is the real creator, you can call me Ah Meng."

The second silence, the silence of death.

Amon?

Amon the blasphemer, who tried to pollute the little sun and invade the Tarot Society? !

Everyone was frightened.

Except for the newly joined prince and Triss who were full of surprises, they had close contact with Ah Meng, and had close contact with a son of God.

At the same time, they have a better understanding of the personality of the Tarot Society, and a son of God is actually a member of it!

It seems hopeful to break free from fate.

Mr. Fool is really great.

The great Mr. Fool was almost scared to death. If Mr. Lover was not talking about Ameng instead of Amon, there would be a difference between the two.

Mr. Fool may disband the Tarot Society on the spot.

Ah Meng entered the Tarot Club, which was a surprise that Mr. Fool couldn't figure out.

Looking at the silence of the Tarot Society, at the motionless Mr. Fool, and at Little Sun's fright and vigilance despite being separated by the mist.

Mr. Lover, Ah Meng smiled and said: "I used to be Amon's clone, and later I became independent with the help of the wise elder."

"Amon and I have two different attitudes towards the true Creator of our father."

"I want my father to get rid of his madness and become a normal god."

It turned out to be the case.

The furry Mr. Fool secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it wasn't Amon who was in the Tarot Society.

But Ah Meng is in the Tarot Society.

Chapter 59 Mister Fool is Numb

Ah Meng's introduction improved the personality of Mr. Fool's Tarot Club, and everyone who participated in the Tarot Club had a sense of honor.

So-and-so, do you know who it is? !

Son of Creator, chatted and laughed with me in a meeting.

You ordinary Extraordinary beings are just patterns.

Unlike other members of the Tarot Society who have a sense of superiority, Little Sun Derrick is from the land abandoned by the gods, the City of Silver.

Once believed in the ancient sun god, the second generation creator.

But with the fall of Bai Zao, the City of Silver was under darkness and curses, and they have been searching for it for thousands of years.

Mr. Sun, who joined the Tarot Society, obtained a lot of information. Based on his comprehensive evaluation, he doubted the real Creator, the Fallen Creator. It seems that the residents of the City of Silver always believed in "the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

"Mr. Ah Meng...I mean...I mean." Mr. Sun Derrick asked anxiously: "If His Excellency the True Creator returns to normal, will he return to the former territory?"

Mr. Ah Meng took a deep look at Derrick, and said calmly: "My participation in Mr. Fool's party is a sign that everything will be on the right track, and the road to redemption lies within."

Derrick's spirit body trembled, he stood up and bowed deeply to Mr. Fool and Mr. Meng: "I will obey your will."

After more than 580 years, the City of Silver finally found a glimmer of hope in the darkness, and found the way to salvation!

Because of the darkness, the City of Silver is seriously short of food, and can only satisfy its hunger by hunting dark monsters with flesh and some mutated animals. The only staple food is black-faced grass, which tastes rough, and the most common mushrooms are thousands of times more delicious than black-faced grass. tens of thousands of times.

If it just tastes ordinary, it can barely bear it.

The production of black-faced grass has an extremely terrible negative effect: it makes people within the coverage area bear a cursed fate, and all the dead will become terrifying evil spirits, which are difficult to reverse no matter what method is used, except The people of blood ended their lives with their own hands.

Therefore, the chief elder concealed it from everyone and established a sad tradition of killing relatives.

This is a helpless act, the only way to continue.

The City of Silver has been burdened with the crime of killing relatives for more than 2000 years. They have tried every means to get rid of it. They want people to go to the darkness alone.

But they all failed, and today!