Chapter 602 Expected Silence

When people don't think, they are always prone to doing things that are difficult to get out of. For example, now, Klein knew that the best way for him to deal with it was not to respond to Esther's words.

But he couldn't help it.

The only thing that made Klein feel better was that he was not the only one who felt embarrassed. From the silence in the light ball, he could almost imagine Esther's embarrassed face, grabbing her hair and not knowing how to speak.

Klein still remembered the last conversation here, but whenever he thought about the situation that day, he felt that there were many doubts, including the subsequent reaction of the gray fog when Esther left in a hurry.

He held the ball of light and glanced at the seat where the "lover" used to be - no, this seat also belonged to her now. The declaration of the "Fool" to the rest of the Tarot Club was more to remind them to be vigilant against Amon who might appear in their lives.

Klein never thought of really letting the "lover" withdraw. He even troubled himself whether to contact Esther, but he didn't expect Esther to take the initiative to contact him in this way.

Alas, unexpected things are also Esther's style...

With a silent sigh, Klein decided to break the silence first: "So, what's the matter with you, Miss 'lover'?"

This title made Esther's confused thoughts choke in her throat. She squatted in the thick gray fog, enduring the uncomfortable buzzing in her mind while trying to sort out her words:

"Well, that's it, is Norns still with you?"

This question was also unexpected by Klein. He was stunned for a few seconds before answering: "Yes."

Perhaps because she heard Klein's indifferent tone, Esther's voice immediately became nervous when she explained: "I'm not going to take it away. I'm also far away now. It's impossible for me to pick it up. There is another more troublesome person around me..."

As she spoke, her voice lowered. Esther didn't know why she was nervous: "These are not the main points. What I want to say is, be careful of it."

This sentence made Klein feel very uncomfortable. At least in the current situation, he even leaned more towards Norns in his heart, but he didn't realize it himself.

But this attitude was still hidden behind Klein's reply:

"Be careful of it, or who?"

Who? Of course, it included Amon, and Esther, who had played a split game with the "Fool" - she knew it all too well.

Guilt and apology began to emerge, and Esther felt that her attempt to contact Klein was too reckless. She even suspected that she was affected by the "Key of Light", which led to her unclear mind and doing such an unnecessary thing.

Klein was always very cautious, and only when he became the "Lord of Mysteries" could he gain true freedom, which was why he would not be hurt.

Esther knew that her worries should have been redundant, but she still couldn't help contacting the "Fool" to let him know where the danger came from.

On the other hand, Klein had no intention of distinguishing whether the person communicating with him was Li Xing or Zoya. At least he was more willing to believe that it was Li Xing who gave such a reminder, and she hoped that he could avoid some hidden danger.

Esther was silent for a long time, which made Klein realize that his tone just now was very cold and even slightly thorny. He took the initiative to speak again: "I know Norns has mastered a strange way of communication, but it seems that everyone can understand it except me."

"This is what I want to tell you. Is the place you are in absolutely safe now?"

Klein glanced around in confusion, but before he could answer, Esther had already said to herself: "No, you must be safe now, even if you know this..."

After a pause, Esther's serious voice came from the light ball in Klein's hand: "The real danger is the threat from outside the starry sky, and Norns, its consciousness is closer to the power that originally belonged to outside the starry sky--"

The strong buzzing sound covered Esther's voice, making her subsequent words more and more blurred. Klein did not rush to interrupt her, but tried to distinguish the intermittent words:

"The prophecy of the end of the world is... the real... destiny... weaver..."

A sharp scraping sound came from the light ball in his hand, and several cracks collapsed instantly. The gray mist rolled up by itself before Klein issued instructions, wrapping the ball in his hand layer by layer, and quickly repaired the broken gap in the seal.

Until the gray mist dispersed to the side and returned to its original flow obediently, Klein glanced at the gray mist hiding the pile of debris, turned his head again, and stared at the light ball in his hand quietly. It did not react at all, but the disordered flow of light spots was slower than before.

Klein took a deep breath and began to repeat the key words he had heard before:

"The threat of doomsday comes from the starry sky, and Norns, no, you are--"

The buzzing sounded again, and the light points gathered in the center, forming a messy and tangled ball of wool. In the middle of the ball of wool, a white multi-faceted crystal was revealed. It gently rotated, refracting a gray vertical line, like an eyeball, staring at Klein.

This interrupted the name behind.

The figure wearing a half-high silk hat immediately felt a great sense of oppression. His dull expression only showed for a moment, and then it turned into a shattered mist shadow like a bubble, dissipating on the bronze high-back chair.

The light ball did not fall down because of the loss of support, but rose slowly. The crystal inside was entangled by tiny rays of light and rotated again. This time it refracted more dark gray vertical lines, which appeared on the smooth cut surface, like several pupils opened at the same time.

But it did not capture the spirit that should have regrouped on the chair.

"Since you don't like that name..."

Klein's voice echoed on the long table. He seemed to be everywhere, but he was not captured by the light at all.

However, after more than ten seconds, the crystal core of the light ball began to split, and was crushed between the silver silk threads, turning into tiny light fragments, and soon returned to the star-like light - at least the original harmless state.

"What should I call you?"

The gray fog was flowing, and the voice coming out this time was much clearer. A figure was looming behind the fog. The eyes under the top hat were very calm, as if he had expected this scene long ago.

Klein had used the gray fog to shape the secret doll in advance and hid in the gray fog. When his spiritual warning detected the change in the light ball, he had already switched his position with the secret doll and avoided the danger of being directly hit by the spirit body.

"We don't have a name."

Esther's voice came from the light ball, but Klein was very sure that this was not the fellow villager he knew.

"Your name is very special?"

"If you read it here, it may attract our attention."

Klein paused: "This place should be able to isolate such attention."

"You are not yet able to isolate our attention." The answer of the light ball was very dry and without any fluctuations.

This made Klein sigh again. He walked out of the gray fog, as if he had thrown off the layer of snow on his shoulders: "Promotion..."