Night has fallen, and Maple Street takes on a dark blue hue. Occasionally cars pass by on the quiet street.
The lights were on in the newly moved Dickinson house. Through a third-floor window, Arya Dickinson could be seen sitting at her desk in her pajamas, reading a book of poetry. She looked up from time to time, looking thoughtful.
There was also light coming from the room next to her, but the curtains in that room were closed.
At this moment, Sean Dickinson was sitting in his study, with two things placed on the desk in front of him. A golden King of Hearts poker card and a blue envelope.
He has not yet started to observe two things, but uses his ectoplasmic fingers to carefully check the anti-peeping mechanism of this room——
This mechanism has been tested by his teammate, occult expert Evan Burns, and is almost impossible to detect. However, out of his usual caution, Sean still had to check.
After confirming that everything was safe, he opened his eyes and picked up the golden Explorer poker card with his hand.
It's very thin and light. The light reflected the golden color into his eyes, and Sean used his fingers to feel the fine relief ridges on the playing card. The Eye of Exploration on the back of the card is slightly raised, as crystal clear and round as jewelry.
He was still a little uncomfortable with the fact that he had been promoted to King level. It seems that it was not long ago that I entered the secret exploration industry, but now, I am already one of the mainstays of this industry.
The poker turned gently in his hand. He knew what the card meant.
He can use it to go to the core library of the association and read secrets that ordinary explorers have no right to explore.
His broadcast authority has become higher, and he is like a golden pulse in the spiritual network. The association's risk control department and Ace level will pay more attention to his report.
He has the responsibility to eliminate risks for the whole and may be called up by the association due to emergencies.
It means that he has become a core, the core of a rising force...
It means stepping into the upper echelon of the exploration world. Be noticed by more people. Heavier responsibility. Ace class sentry.
Sean's eyes were not very happy when he stared at the poker, because he realized one thing: gaining also means losing.
He has become an unforgettable character for others, so the wind and rain will surely attack his big tree first.
Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. With this in mind, he put the golden poker in his pocket and picked up the blue envelope. Naturally, he had already checked it, and he found the letter opener - he didn't expect to actually use this thing. The blunt knife was inserted into the wax seal and a smooth scratch came from the fingertips.
Sean put his fingers into the envelope and found a piece of letter paper and a gold coin inside.
He unfolded the letter first and read it quickly. Then he twisted the gold coin. On the heavy, warm coin surface was a skull wearing a crown.
The so-called "King's Club" turns out to be the King's Club in New York City. They will hold a party in two days and have specially invited Sean, who has just been promoted.
Do you want to go? Sean actually doesn't like to join in the fun. He knows that where there are people, there will be disputes and disputes, and he also knows that trouble will always arise in such places. And, more importantly, even though he has been promoted, he still wants to remain low-key and mysterious.
While still thinking, the playing cards in his arms vibrated, and the initial frequency made Sean's heart beat faster. It's Catherine.
"congratulations."
"Thank you." Sean became happy now. To say what made him happiest about becoming King was probably the congratulations from Catherine.
"Have you received an invitation from the King's Club?"
"Yes. Have you received it before?"
"Of course - based on what I know about you, you probably plan not to attend the party, right?" The vibration of the playing cards had no tone, but Sean heard Catherine's unique tone from it.
"I'm afraid so. What's there to gather about?"
"I thought so before. However, I suggest you still participate. The world of the King class is different."
Is the King-level world different?
Sean seemed to understand something. This also reminded him of one thing. He thought of his teammates who followed him, and of the team of Remembrancers and Undead Agents who were willing to serve him...
Even if he has no intention of stepping into it, he is already in it. The force with him as the core has already taken shape. He has some responsibilities.
really. He whispered in his mind. What you gain is what you lose.
"You reminded me, Cathy. I thought I'd go—can I see you at the party?"
"Of course. But I'm afraid we have to pretend we don't know each other."
Knowing that Katherine would be attending the party at least made Sean look forward to it.
After finishing the communication with Catherine, Sean grabbed the gold coin, bounced it high with his thumb, and injected a little bit of his own spiritual power - which represented his reply: accepted the invitation.
The gold coin was spinning joyfully in the air, and the original frosted coin surface seemed to be polished by the air during the rapid rotation, becoming shiny like a dazzling golden bead.
With a snap, Sean's hand grasped the falling gold coin, ending the buzzing rotation.
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The "Ark of Everlasting Night" stands on the side of Thirteenth Avenue.
Sean remembered that this was the entrance to Undercurrent Street. Because of this, it was one of the few uninhabited places in New Testament City.
This street looks a bit dilapidated. One end of the street, heading towards Undercurrent Street, is as dense with deathly fog as a cemetery.
"Eternal Night Ark" stands on the roadside. The black tide was like some kind of echo in space, undulating around him. The thin shadow reflected by the immortal golden light spread farther, and above his head he could even see several clear and sharp constellations on the sea. The ark, as bright as a bright lamp, was still undulating with the waves on the sea... That It's Sean's eyes.
Ghosts and gods stay away here, and the fog extending from Undercurrent Street seems to dare not get close. Xie Yi is afraid of King.
A car slowly drove into this street and stopped in front of Sean. It was a Berkeley brand luxury long-axle convertible car, and the exhaust system had some exaggerated modifications, making it look like a Gothic pipe piano driving on the street. If this beauty drove down the white avenue at this time, it would definitely attract the attention and envy of all the men and women on the street.
There's the "King's Club" logo on the door, the skull with a crown. A Jack-level mask came out of the car - "Loyal Pansha", and he opened the car door for Sean respectfully. Sean got in and sat on the dark red velvet back seat sofa. There is also a sophisticated and elegant fragrance on the tip of my nose.
The vehicle started moving, and seeing familiar street scenes along the way, Sean discovered that the vehicle had actually driven onto the Long Island Bridge.
"The club is on Long Island?" This was the first thing Sean said after getting in the car.
"Yes, sir," the driver replied.
Soon, the vehicle passed by the once busiest mansion on Long Island. The place where fireworks were once dazzling and singing and dancing flourished, now there is no light at all, it is crouching quietly in the dark night, as silent as a barren hill.
Yesterday's grand scene appeared like a phantom, and soon fell silent again. Sean felt a little sad.
The car slowly went uphill and entered the mountain road. Finally, we stopped in front of an old mansion.
Sean was slightly surprised. He remembered that when he and Moonlight were still Jack-level, they had planned to sneak into Bill's mansion. While waiting, he had stared at this huge dark bungalow located in the middle of the mountain, and once imagined what kind of people were coming in and out of this building——
Unexpectedly, I was holding the club gold coin today and was about to step into this place.
The "Imperial Scribe" stood at the door to greet him. After Sean got off the car, he led the new member into the mansion.
The King's Club does not seem to want to attract attention. From the outside, there are no lights on in the entire mansion, and only minimal lighting is maintained inside, as if there is a power outage. It is not until you enter the lobby that you feel suddenly enlightened.
There are lights and people are talking.
When Sean walked in, the conversation volume became quieter. He saw seven different King-level masks, one after another turning in his direction.
