Grade 1 Sealed Artifact

The figure before him rapidly faded and vanished. A sea breeze swept past, leaving Alger, the Hanged Man, alone on the hillside outside Bayam.

I could tell the last time the Empress and the World boarded the Blue Avenger. There's definitely something going on between them...

Alger recalled several novels that had recently become popular in Bayam. Although he had devoted all his attention to digesting his potion and acting, he had still heard his sailors discussing their contents.

The untold story of The Great Pirate Angelica and The Great Adventurer Gehrman...

He chuckled, feeling that the gloom hanging over his heart all evening had finally lifted a little.

Whatever the case, this trip was quite rewarding. I wasn't injured, I didn't lose any precious mystical items, and I made a considerable profit. Most importantly, that Tyrant card now belongs to the Tarot Club. From now on, I can exchange contributions for all my potion formulas!

As for the Empress and the World earning even more, he did not take it to heart.

Envy, but not jealousy—that was his guiding principle.

Besides, they're both members of the Tarot Club and part of my little circle. The stronger they are, the more they can help me...

Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked over the withered grass toward Bayam at the foot of the hill.

Wait, it's already well past midnight. Why is the city still ablaze with light? Aren't they afraid of a fire?

Alger's gaze froze. Countless flames, large and small, reflected in his blue eyes. His pupils gradually dilated and lost focus, while his hands and feet began trembling involuntarily.

Creeping Hunger turned from transparent back to black. Angel and Klein's feet landed safely on the soft carpet as they returned to the third-floor bedroom of