The world is so vast and only a small number of people can appreciate its immensity in their short lives. The alchemists, who were the inventors of the Tarot cards, left behind the Major Arcana to warn the world.
The deck in Mrs. Michelle's hand is one of the original decks developed by the alchemists.
The material used for this deck of cards is not ordinary hard cardboard, but a deck of hollow metal cards.
It reflects glittering golden light in the sun, which is proof that it is made of pure gold.
Mrs. Michelle cleared her mind and let inspiration resonate with the world.
Mrs. Michelle was shuffling the cards mechanically in her hands, and after disrupting the order, she stopped shuffling.
He lined up the cards with both hands, spread them out in a fan shape, and then pulled out a card based on his inspiration and intuition.
After opening it, Mrs. Michelle was stunned. It was a chariot in the first place.
Although the chariot symbolizes victory and conquest, it also implies conflict.
This means that Effie's experience this time will be full of disasters, which may have a bad impact on her fragile heart.
Mrs. Michel sighed and said to herself,
"This is the fate of every witch, Effie. Don't fall into depravity."
"Ding-ling-ling"
The guest pushed open the door of the pharmacy. Mrs. Michel quickly put away the tarot cards on the table, forced a business smile, and said to the guest,
"Good morning, what can I do for you?"
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Jobtran followed not far behind Ketchlov and walked up the stairs step by step.
He deliberately slowed down his pace and waited about thirty seconds after Ketchev entered before pushing the door open and going in.
There were quite a few people in the small newspaper office, and the room was filled with noisy voices.
There was a white-haired old man dozing off at the front desk.
Every employee in the newspaper was busy organizing and collecting the latest news information. All kinds of gossip, strange people and strange events were placed in a mess on everyone's desk.
Jobtran watched as Ketchelov walked to the department responsible for placing advertisements.
A clerk was busy revising the format of an advertisement that would be published tomorrow. His concentration made him completely unaware of Ketchev standing in front of him.
It was not until Ketchev slapped his desk that he looked up and looked at the stranger in front of him in confusion.
"Is there something wrong? Did I forget the advertisement you wanted to publish? Let me see, you must be Mr. Brighton from four days ago?" The newspaper employee held up his glasses in a daze.
The heavy workload has made his brain almost unable to function, as can be seen from the mountains of documents and files piled up on his desk.
"Perhaps you need an assistant." Ketchlov said with a smile.
"This is my first time here, but I'm from the Secret Rite Society and I wanted to place an advertisement here."
The newspaper employee felt somewhat familiar after hearing about the Secret Rite Society.
He did not answer Ketchlov immediately, but rummaged through the pile of documents behind him.
"The Secret Society, the Secret Society, ha! Got it."
He opened the file and saw that the Secret Society had prepaid for twenty years of advertising in the Munihei Daily. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Twenty... twenty years."
He whispered to himself.
Then he raised his head and said to Ketchlov,
"Sir, what do you want to publish?"
"It's very simple, just one sentence, but please place it in a more conspicuous corner. Thank you." Ketchlov responded.
"I understand. Although it cannot be placed on the first page, do you think it is okay to put it on the front page of the second page?"
The clerk spoke respectfully to Ketchlov.
He didn't dare to offend a big client who had paid twenty years' advertising fees in advance. A single advertisement would cost ten gold marks, and that would be tens of thousands a year. As for twenty years' advertising fees, that was money he could never earn in his entire life.
"Okay, please write it down, but it has to be exact."
Ketchiv used a stronger tone on the word “word for word”.
"Yes, yes. Please go ahead."
The clerk took out his notebook and pen and listened to what Ketchlov was about to say.
"The sky is gray and blue, and migratory birds are lost on their way home. Terrible predators are waiting for a chance to bite them. It's raining, and the migratory birds that have fallen behind are flapping their wings and flying into the sky, not knowing where to go. The sky is the only real destination."
After finishing speaking, Ketchlov paused for a moment, waiting for the clerk to successfully transcribe the sentence and hand him the notebook to confirm that the content was correct, before he prepared to leave with peace of mind.
Before he turned and left, he said to the employee,
"Remember to add the mark of our secret society."
The clerk confirmed that there was a mark of the Secret Society in the files of the Secret Society, and nodded carefully to Ketchlov, "Sir, don't worry. The Secret Society is our big customer, and we will not miss anything when handling your business."
"Well, I'll leave it to you then. See you again if we're lucky." After saying this, Ketchev left alone.
After entering the newspaper office, Joe Butran woke up the old man at the front desk and used the change in his pocket to buy a copy of the Munich Daily as a cover.
He sat on a chair near the door. These chairs were used by the newspaper to entertain guests while they were waiting, but now the front-line news actually requires reporters to go out and interview in person, so these chairs have been empty.
Jobtran sat calmly in a chair, crossed his legs, and spread out a newspaper to cover his face.
Although he pretended to be reading the newspaper seriously, Jobtran's eyes never left Ketchev.
Seeing that Ketchev was about to leave, Jobtran did not follow him immediately, but instead took a serious look at the employee in charge of advertising at the newspaper.
"He is just an ordinary person. There is no energy fluctuation on his body. So, what is the purpose of this man coming here?"
Joe Butran guessed in his heart.
After Ketchev pushed the door and left, Jobtran immediately stood up from his chair.
He walked up to the staff member, took out his employee ID issued by the Public Security Bureau from his pocket, and showed it to the newspaper employee.
"I'm from the Public Security Bureau. I need the advertising information left by the lame man just now."
Joe Butran said seriously.
He did not mention his name as there were so many people here and he wanted to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
Besides, this is a newspaper office. If it is not handled properly, the headline of the next day's news will surely be "Security Bureau employees cause a commotion at the Munihei Daily Newspaper Office."
For the newspaper employee who was approached by the Sheriff's Bureau officers who suddenly appeared before his eyes, it was like a dream.
He showed a panicked expression and tried to get his colleague's attention by shouting.
Joe Butran glared at him fiercely.
"Don't say anything. You're not the one with the problem. Let me say this. I need all the advertising materials that man just left behind."
The newspaper clerk hurriedly handed over the notebook and the files of the Secret Society that he had just collected.
"The Secret Rite Society? What kind of organization is this?"