Mystery: The Ultimate Tarot

Chapter 51 The Aurora Society Members' Plea for Help

The underground altar of the Jizhou branch of the Western Continent.

Leader Chen Qingzhi was chanting incantations before the altar where he had previously summoned the "Otherworldly Demon Lord," conducting a large-scale ritual.

On the jade tablet in the center of the altar were the words "Mysterious Sound Demon Lord". At this moment, the jade tablet was emitting a soft light, illuminating the entire dark altar.

Behind the altar, there was a blood pool the size of a normal living room, its crimson blood slowly flowing under the control of a strange force.

Chen Qingzhi's incantation suddenly grew louder, and he raised his hand, forcefully channeling spiritual energy into the jade tablet.

The light on the jade tablet suddenly dimmed, and the entire altar seemed to be swallowed by darkness.

Call ~

A sudden, eerie wind swept around the altar, extinguishing all the fire pits nearby, leaving only a faint glow on the altar in the entire underground space.

Glug glug~

Under the dim light, the blood pool suddenly seemed to boil like water being boiled.

Chen Qingzhi felt the spiritual energy within his body pouring out, and he had to grit his teeth to maintain the infusion of spirituality into the jade tablet.

The next moment, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the blood pool. This ghostly figure drifted around, like a drowning person struggling.

The shadowy figure gradually solidified in the boiling blood and slowly rose from the pool of blood.

"Ah~"

With a mournful cry, the shadowy figure transformed into a flesh-and-blood human being.

However, at this point there was only blood and flesh, making it look like a monster that had been skinned.

His face was contorted in pain, and his eyes were filled with madness.

After struggling in the blood pool for a while, his eyes gradually cleared, and he endured the excruciating pain to sit cross-legged in the blood pool.

Soon, he grew blood-red skin and hair.

At this moment, the faint light on the jade tablet began to dim and disappeared without a trace within a few breaths.

The flames in the surrounding braziers reignited, illuminating the entire underground space once more.

Chen Qingzhi breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "Respectfully seeing off the Demon Lord!"

The entire ceremony has concluded.

Then Chen Qingzhi looked at the person in the blood pool. It was Zheng Yunhai, the leader of the main branch and a confidant of the "Mysterious Sound Demon Lord". Like Chen Qingzhi, he had the cultivation level of the late stage of the "Transformation God" stage.

The "Mysterious Sound Demon Lord" used a secret technique to send him here, so that he could escort the "Otherworld Demon Lord" to the main headquarters.

After a long while, Zheng Yunhai, who was in the blood pool, took a deep breath and sighed, "Every time I use this secret technique to teleport, it's like dying once."

Chen Qingzhi smiled and said, "This matter needs to be kept secret, so of course we can't alert the people from the 'Qi Sect,' which means we can't use our sect's teleportation array."

Zheng Yunhai nodded slowly, then stood up and said, "After I recover a bit, I will set off this afternoon."

Chen Qingzhi naturally had no objections.

After having lunch in the secret room, Raphael was politely invited to a carriage by two disciples of the "Dark Lodge".

Raphael was taken aback when he saw the shape of the carriage. It looked a bit like a horse-drawn carriage, but there were no horses pulling it.

The driver of this vehicle, like a coachman, sat in the front seat, manipulating a spherical steering wheel.

Then, Raphael saw an exhaust pipe at the rear of the car!

This is actually a diesel locomotive.

After Raphael got into the car, the two "Dark Lodge" disciples also got in and sat on either side.

Then, Raphael indeed heard a sound like an engine.

The uniquely designed car moved forward, ascending the road. Along the way, it met up with a convoy of several vehicles and quickly exited the underground area.

Sunlight streamed into the carriage, and Raphael couldn't help but shield his eyes with his hand. Having been in this world for so long, this was the first time he had ever seen sunlight.

The convoy wound its way through the dirt roads in the woods. Raphael took a closer look and saw birch trees and poplar trees, all of which were plants he recognized.

Soon, the convoy reached a smooth main road, the woods came to an abrupt end, and the silhouette of a city appeared in the distance.

Raphael noticed that the houses in the city had traces of Chinese architecture, and everything in this world seemed to have a sense of familiarity amidst the strangeness.

Thinking of this, Raphael smiled helplessly. He was very busy right now, being escorted... to the headquarters of "Dark Lodge," and didn't have time to visit those cities.

……

Northland, Backlund, Mafia headquarters.

Two days after Raphael officially joined the Aurora Society, he was greeted by the Aurora Society member who needed help.

The other party arrived in a magnificent carriage, with the family crest emblazoned on the door.

After the car door opened, a smartly dressed male servant stepped out first.

This male servant seemed like a machine performing legal procedures, every movement precise and methodical.

After getting out of the car, he turned around and helped a man in his twenties, who looked somewhat sickly and was dressed in expensive clothes, out of the car.

The thugs at the door were dumbfounded; they had never received a noble before.

It wasn't until the male servant politely asked, "Gentlemen, is this where Mr. Raphael Collins works?"

Office?

One of the thugs realized what was happening: "Yes, yes, it's here, um... in the office..."

This word was unfamiliar to him.

Upon seeing the nobleman, Raphael sat down and asked, "What is your name?"

"You can call me Calvin," the other person said with a smile, seemingly without any aristocratic airs. "Calvin Thomas."

However, Raphael noticed a flash of annoyance in the other person's eyes, and at the same time, Raphael also noticed a black spot on the other person's exposed neck.

He paused for a moment, realizing that those symptoms resembled those of syphilis.

As for the other party's annoyance, Raphael quickly understood, because he was a nobleman, and Raphael had not bowed to a nobleman, but instead sat there arrogantly.

However, Raphael had no intention of considering the other person's feelings and still did not get up.

After both sides' subordinates left, Raphael glanced at the other man and asked, "Mr. C sent you, didn't he?"

"Yes," Calvin said, maintaining good posture. "I have some personal matters that I need your help with."

Raphael gestured for him to speak, while also wondering what kind of favor this nobleman's son would ask the gangsters for.

"I run some of my own businesses," Calvin said with a friendly smile. "Just when I was about to expand, I encountered a problem."

"I've found a really nice villa, but the owner doesn't want to rent it to me, so I'm hoping you can try to persuade the owner."

Raphael took out a cigarette and asked, "What kind of business are you planning to get into?"

"brothel."

Raphael lit a cigarette and smiled. "If I were the owner of this villa, I wouldn't want to rent it to you either."

Because once Calvin stops renting, he can forget about renting it to anyone else.

Then Raphael added, "Give me the address, and I'll help you persuade the owner of that villa."

"Thank you so much." Kaven smiled somewhat sickly. "I'll treat you to a meal when the brothel opens. You can have as much fun as you want there."

Raphael gave a noncommittal "hmm," chatted for a few moments, and then saw the nobleman off.

He then instructed Carter to investigate the villa's owner and Calvin Thomas.

Raphael soon learned that the Thomas family was a fallen noble family. They still held the title of viscount, but owned very little land. The family was still selling off these properties and believed that they would soon be stripped of their viscount title.

Raphael thought to himself: No wonder this guy runs a brothel, he's doing it to make a living.