Fors wore a blank expression.
She hadn't misheard, had she? Did Miss Fate mean she should go do something illegal?
Huh?
"Didn't Emperor Roselle say that?" The World asked, looking at the stunned Fors.
What did this have to do with Emperor Roselle?
It wasn't just Fors who was confused. Even Alger and Audrey, who knew more about the inside details, couldn't understand The World's question.
Upon realizing that this line was not actually a famous quote from Emperor Roselle, Alice shrank back.
When no one else spoke, Fors realized that this was probably a shared concern among all Beyonders. Of course, Mr. Fool was an exception.
After The World finished posting his commission to find potion ingredients, Alger made his final request:
"Help me keep an eye out for someone. He is connected to the colonial slave disappearance case I mentioned before.
"He calls himself Baelen. His skin is reddish-brown, and he has obvious Southern Continent features, but someone once happened to hear him speaking with a Backlund accent.
"He is missing his third tooth on the left, though it has most likely been replaced.
"Also, his appearance is unremarkable, and his height is quite average.
"If you can find his traces, the reward will not be a problem. At least 100 pounds, or items of equivalent value."
Alice frowned as she finished listening to Alger's description and asked doubtfully, "No photographs, or personal belongings or anything?"
Alger shook his head.
"Then there's no way to divine anything either..." Alice muttered softly.
Alger didn't dare to speak. Klein, within the Gray Fog, chuckled and swept his gaze around the room. "You may converse freely."
After the Tarot Club ended, Derrick returned to the Real World, once again finding himself in that cramped, dark room.
Recalling Alice's words at