Mystery: The Ultimate Tarot

Chapter 65 "Mistakenly Entering" Adam's Chapel

Chapter 65 "Mistakenly Entering" Adam's Chapel (Seeking First Subscription)

Raphael had been walking along a narrow alley for three minutes, but he seemed completely unaware, without any doubt or feeling that anything was amiss, and continued walking forward.

Finally, he walked out of the alley and saw a small church outside.

There was only one small church!

This church does not belong to any of the seven gods; it has a cross hanging outside and its architectural style is significantly different from that of Rune.

Raphael entered the church with a strong desire to explore. Although he was basically an atheist, he really wanted to go inside and pray a little.

There were only four or five rows of seats in the church. At the very back was a large cross, and in front of the cross sat a priest dressed in a rather simple white robe, who was praying devoutly.

Upon seeing the priest, Raphael suddenly trembled, his mind a jumble of fragmented memories: the King of Angels... the son of the ancient sun god... attacking Medici... obtaining -.08... preparing to become a god... supporting King Rune... the swirling gray mist... a symbol of an eyeless eye!

Raphael took a deep breath, the storm of memories in his mind finally subsided, and the trembling stopped, but he suddenly had a certain understanding of the priest in front of him.

But Raphael vaguely felt that there were some related memories hidden in those swirling gray fogs.

Raphael grinned, wondering if this knowledge was imparted to him by the white jade bead, or if it was knowledge he already possessed.

The priest seemed to notice Raphael's unusual behavior. He slowly stood up and turned to look at Raphael.

He had a thick, light gold beard that covered the lower half of his face, clear, innocent golden eyes like a baby's, a silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, and a warm smile on his face.

Adam!

Raphael looked at the priest before him.

Then he realized: why did he meet Adam—no, he should say, why did Adam want to meet him?

But soon, Raphael had no other thoughts and stood there quietly, as if waiting to hear the priest preach.

Adam finally spoke: "Your story begins."

As he spoke, he took off the cross from his neck, reached out to Raphael, and the cross slowly floated towards Raphael.

Raphael quickly reached out and caught it.

Adam said, "You'll need it when the Aurora Society's secret operations begin."

He smiled warmly and said, "Your story is fascinating."

After saying this, he sat down again and continued to pray.

Raphael was momentarily dazed when he realized he was already near the apartment.

He frowned: What just happened? How did I get back?

It looks like they're riding in a horse-drawn carriage!

A memory, both clear and somewhat hazy, appeared in his mind: after the performance ended, as planned, he first left the freight station and then took a horse-drawn carriage back to his apartment.

Taking a deep breath, Raphael hurried upstairs. Suddenly, he stopped again and pulled a metal necklace from his neck. Below the necklace was an ancient cross.

Raphael frowned. He had never worn a necklace before, nor was he religious. When did he buy this pendant?

But then he put the cross back, saying it was fine to wear and he'd keep wearing it.

Back in his apartment, Raphael took out two plush toys and placed them on his desk: "This is my place. You two will look after it for me when I go out."

He picked up the doll shaped like a boy and, mimicking a child's somewhat childish voice, said, "Okay, Mr. Werewolf."

Then Raphael picked up the little girl's doll and said in a shrill voice, "Mr. Werewolf, something was strange just now. Why did I feel a little dizzy?"

Raphael laughed and said, "I'm here to give you your first lesson in the extraordinary world: if you suddenly feel that something is strange, there's no need to investigate it."

He shook the toy shaped like a boy and asked in a somewhat childish voice, "What if there's danger?"

"Hehe." Raphael laughed, "This kind of unknown and strange danger will either kill us immediately, or it won't be too dangerous for us for the time being if we don't explore it."

He picked up the doll shaped like a little girl and said in a shrill voice, "Wow, Mr. Werewolf knows so much!"

Raphael chuckled. "You guys don't actually think werewolves are brainless, do you?"

He yawned, not paying much attention to the matter.

Western Continent, Yu Province, Xingyang Commandery.

As evening fell, Raphael sat by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, staring blankly at the pedestrians on the street.

He has gradually adapted to this world, or rather, the lifestyle of the cultivator world has made him feel somewhat familiar.

For example, regarding food, although the names of the foods seemed unfamiliar to him, the tastes were quite familiar.

Take the architecture, for example. The buildings surrounding the restaurant are all buildings with ancient characteristics, such as open balconies and protruding eaves. They are modern yet retain a touch of antiquity.

The slightly more upscale buildings all have upturned eaves.

But there are also unfamiliar aspects, such as the people's clothing.

The people walking on the street were dressed in roughly two styles. One style resembled clothing from the Song and Ming dynasties. Women mostly wore long, round-necked, front-opening gowns with ornate patterns and exquisite workmanship, making them very beautiful. Men mostly wore round-necked long robes and gauze hats. Although they didn't have as much embroidery, they still looked very elegant and handsome.

However, this was the attire of the upper class, as long robes were not suitable for labor. Therefore, most people wore trousers and short shirts, while some wore long gowns. Women mostly wore skirts and short shirts, or simpler garments similar to cheongsams than round-necked long gowns. Overall, it had a style reminiscent of the Republic of China era.

There are also some special garments, mostly worn by practitioners, such as Taoist robes, Confucian robes, and monk robes.

Logically speaking, Raphael should have worn a Taoist robe or a Confucian robe, but he didn't know how to wear them, or rather, they felt awkward to wear. So he was wearing trousers and a short shirt that he found more convenient.

As his thoughts raced, Raphael's intuition seemed to sense something. He glanced in the direction of the stairs and saw several young diners chatting and laughing as they came up.

They were all dressed in Taoist robes and Confucian gowns, some even carrying a sword on their backs; they were clearly practitioners.

While Raphael admired the elegance of the scholar's robes, he noticed a man in his twenties following at the back of the group, smiling obsequiously as he spoke to the people in front, giving off a subtle sense of being a servant.

Without a doubt, this man must be a disciple of the "Blood Sect." Among prestigious sects, disciples of the "Blood Sect" have a very low status.

The Blood Sect disciple seemed to sense Raphael's gaze and turned to glare at him.