"We are Guardian, and we are also a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness."
When he opened the door and returned to his home isolated from the noisy streets, Angel's ears still echoed with the words Dunn Smith said at the funeral.
She did not change out of the black dress she wore to attend the funeral, but directly slumped down on the single sofa next to the bay window in the living room, her posture even lazier and more exhausted than usual.
It was already noon on Monday, and two full days had passed since "Goddess's Sword" Crestet Cesimir came to Tingen to examine the two Nighthawks.
But the scene of Old Neil lying on the cold ground of Alchemy Room covered in blood, the look in Affliction's eyes when Dunn looked at her, and the expressions of Tingen Team members either exclaiming in disbelief or clenching their teeth in silence were still deeply engraved in her mind.
There are also Rozanne's crying questions, Deep Sleep Flower in front of the grave, and the epitaph on the tombstone...
"If you can't save her, then stay with her."
This is the latest sentence in the diary found by the Nighthawkss at Old Neil's house after Old Neil died.
Old Neil has no other living relatives. After his death, team members searched his residence as usual and learned from the relics that he had been working hard to resurrect his lover, his fiancée Shariste, who died young. He felt that his young self was not strong enough and failed to cure his seriously ill fiancée through Ritual Magic, and amid guilt and regret, he constantly sought help from various mysterious powers.
The Life Transmutation and resurrection rituals obtained by Old Neil from "Hidden Sage" have also been proven to be naked evil rituals. Apart from sucking the user's life and asking him to obtain more blood for sacrifice, they have no other effect.
No, maybe pollution and loss of control are themselves the function of ritual.
From this point of view, it may be a good thing for the entire Tingen City that he was found to be contaminated at the Nighthawks station and lost control early in front of the senior deacon who had the ability to control the overall situation.
Good thing...
Thinking of the moment when Dunn broke Old Neil's neck, Angel Affliction closed his eyes.
A deep red light flashed, and Miss Empress appeared again, and the mysterious Grey Fog Space appeared on the high-backed chair next to the long bronze table.
Beside her and opposite her, Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man also sat down in the same way.
Mr. Sun... He seemed to have arrived earlier than others. His hands were already on the edge of the table, and his body remained motionless...
Angel looked at Tarot Club's crowd blankly. He didn't even have the energy to say hello. He could only think subconsciously and analyze the things in front of him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, and everyone."
"Mr. Fool, I got another page of Emperor Roselle's Diary here."
"Mr. Sun, have you obtained the formula of 'Telepathist'?"
Justice still greeted everyone energetically and quickly entered the topic.
The tall and burly Sun nodded slowly and replied, "I have obtained the formula of 'Telepathist', but how are we going to trade it? Should I tell you directly?"
Before he finished speaking, parchment with curled edges and a snow-white quill appeared in front of him.
A quill instead of a pen? Is it out of Fool's little joke, or to match Mr. Sun's usage habits... Could it be that his location is so remote that even commonly used industrial products are difficult to obtain?
Watching Sun holding the quill skillfully and embodying the formula on the parchment, Angel guessed.
The two quickly completed the transaction of the formula, and Justice also embodied the found Emperor Roselle's Diary in the same way and gave it to Mr. Fool, and then received the information about the favored person that Fool gave her. The favored person will receive an additional 300 pounds in cash from Justice from this transaction.
Angel and Hanged Man watched the three-party transaction with cold eyes.
As the number of people in Tarot Club gradually increases, the frequency of transactions involving only some people will also increase. The information that was disclosed simply for sharing in the past may become less and less.
Tarot Club is becoming more and more "mature".
"You can communicate freely."
As Fool finished reading the diary, the quiet Grey Fog Space became lively again.
"Miss Empress, I have obtained the Beyonder Item and 'Black Abyss Demon Fish's Blood' you asked me to look for, but I don't know whether it is 'all' of the blood. The seller said that there is no standard amount in the mystical sense."
Justice said to Angel with doubts.
"Indeed, unless you specify how many grams or milliliters are required, in a mystical sense, many Beyonder Ingredients will exhibit this strange characteristic. There will definitely be a quantitative difference between two Black Abyss Demon Fish's Blood with different weights, but it will not affect their effects."
Recalling the knowledge in his mind, Angel replied.
This is also a problem that is easily encountered when buying Potion Main Materials: the seller is likely to take advantage of this uncertainty and secretly withhold some materials.
Fortunately, Black Abyss Demon Fish's Blood has a magical property. Once it leaves the body of the devil fish, it will become difficult to separate.
"Then there is no problem, I can trade at any time," Justice breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Since looking for this material is my thanks for answering your questions, I am prepared to charge half of the purchase fee, which is 350 pounds."
Half is 350 pounds... meaning the blood cost her a total of 700 pounds?
Angel is a bit shocking, Sequence 7 and Potion Main Materials are already so expensive.
She then remembered that Daly had handed over "Agate Peacock's Egg" to her without hesitation on a condition that was almost free of charge. Even if the premium was not considered, it had saved her more than 500 pounds.
If you have to pay for both Beyonder Ingredients by yourself, the 1,000 pounds in your bank account is really not enough...
Lamenting his poverty, Angel nodded and agreed to the transaction price.
But what happened next gave the two traders a hard time.
"How should I deliver this item to you? Should you provide me with an address and let me send it to you, or should you pick it up at the address I provided?"
Justice asked in a calm tone, as if which method didn't matter to her. Also, this rich Miss must let her servants take care of related matters, so that she won't be in trouble...
But I am different. I only have my own home address, and unlike Mr. Hanged Man, who can casually name all kinds of "friends" and "people I know", once I provide my address to the other party, it is equivalent to revealing my location. And if I were to come to your home, I would have to leave Tingen City, or even Awwa County. When Old Neil's accident just happened, it would be extremely difficult to apply to leave the residence...
Angel has a headache. After the incident where Old Neil went out of control, she is eager to improve Sequence as soon as possible. This is not only the key to improving her strength and avoiding being targeted by evil gods and secret sects, but also to protect her teammates and important people around her.
But this cannot be premised on revealing one's own whereabouts.
While she was thinking silently, the sound of her knuckles tapping on the long bronze table came to her ears.
The four Tarot Club members present all moved their gazes to the top of the long table, where Mr. Fool had just put down the right hand that was tapping the table.
"Haha, it seems that you have encountered another trouble," Mr. Fool chuckled, his eyes sweeping over the two members on his left side, "Two Miss, are you willing to cooperate with me in making another attempt on this matter?"
Another try?
Angel thought about his "attempt" to draw everyone into Grey Fog Space, his "attempt" to communicate through Ritual Magic, what will it be this time?
"What kind of attempt is it?"
Justice asked hesitantly.
"It's very simple. It won't be any more difficult than communicating with me through Ritual Magic."
Fool spoke in a brisk tone, as if what he said was just a trivial matter like eating and drinking.
This also slightly dispelled Angel's inner resistance. There were previous examples of Old Neil and "Hidden Sage". Even though Fool had "good friendships" with everyone, she was still somewhat resistant to the new Ritual Magic at this time.
"If the attempt is successful, Miss Justice can 'sacrifice' specific items to me, and then I will 'give' them to Miss Empress. I think this form of transaction will be beneficial to both of you."
"Sacrifice" and "give"...
She suddenly discovered that Fool's request for such an attempt at this time was simply to help solve the biggest problem she was currently facing.
If it succeeds, Justice can sacrifice "all the blood of Black Abyss Demon Fish" to Fool through a ritual, and then Fool will give it to himself, just like a transfer station, allowing the two Tarot Club members to conduct physical transactions without revealing any information about themselves.
Let a god-like being serve as a transit point...
She was a little scared and a little excited inside.