However, Alger did not feel frustrated. To have such a person from the land abandoned by the gods communicating with him, Mr. Fool's ability was unimaginable, and information and knowledge would be available sooner or later.

But for the little "Sun" who didn't have much experience, these were all the things Derrick usually thought about but didn't connect together. At this time, he suddenly understood and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man!"

"Justice" Audrey resisted the urge to reach out and cover her face, feeling that "The Sun" was simply simpler than herself.

Seeing that everyone's curiosity had been satisfied, she saw that even the gloomy Mr. "World" had slightly adjusted his sitting position, and "The Sun" seemed to have nothing else to ask for help, so she turned her head and looked at the top of the long bronze table.

, smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Fool, I apply for private communication."

Here we go again... Klein was amused for a while, nodded gently and said:

"Can."

He immediately blocked the senses of the "Hanged Man" and others instead of isolating himself from Miss Justice. This was mainly because he was worried that others would be bored and communicate at will, thus exposing the truth that "the world" was just a repeater.

…

"On February 23, 1143, it has been more than a week since I traveled to this world. I have to write something and express certain things, otherwise I feel like I will go crazy."

"Hey, I write in simplified Chinese. No one can understand it. The world is full of alphabetic characters!"

"I am Russell Gustave now, but I will never forget my real name."

"Huang Tao!"

…

After the Tarot gathering, Derrick "The Sun" returned to the real world and found himself in the dark and narrow room again.

He sat cautiously, wary of the powerful mysterious items in Silver City. After a few seconds, he didn't notice any abnormal changes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Remembering that Mr. "The Hanged Man" asked him to talk to the former exploration team leader more often, Derrick came to the corresponding metal wall, bent his fingers, and knocked hard.

Dude, Dude.

He completed the code, but no one responded for a long time.

Fell asleep? Or was he taken to the six-person council? It shouldn't have been too long, right? Derrick looked at the matte metal wall and thought in confusion.

At this time, an old and erratic voice suddenly came from the bed behind him:

"Are you looking for me..."

TBC

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There are actually 60 chapters already!

Readers of this article, after experiencing a series of my anti-routine output, may feel a lot of emotion when they see the word "Huang Tao" again.
Chapter completed!