Just as Klein's heart turned ice-cold, the considerate Miss Justice felt like facepalming—
How could Mr. Fool's remuneration be measured in money?!
That was far too disrespectful toward Mr. Fool!
Wanting to make up for her friend's mistake, Audrey hurriedly said:
"Respected Mr. Fool, Vice Admiral Hurricane Zilingus's bounty totals thirty thousand pounds. I should give fifteen thousand pounds to your Blessed, and I will pay Mr. Devil's compensation myself. Including the fifteen hundred pounds in operating funds I previously gave your Blessed, I still owe your Blessed fifty-five hundred pounds. However, I can only produce ten thousand pounds at most in one payment, so your Blessed's share may need to wait a few months. Is that acceptable?"
Hearing Audrey's words, Klein felt as though he had risen from hell straight into heaven. However, in order to maintain Mr. Fool's lofty image, he forcibly steadied his emotions and merely nodded lightly in that deliberately indifferent tone.
"Yes."
Hearing Mr. Fool's reply, Audrey finally felt the stone in her heart drop away, and her whole body relaxed. However, Klein paused only briefly before secretly controlling his alt.
"The World" cleared his throat and said in a deliberately disguised hoarse voice:
"May I speak now?"
Audrey glanced at Mr. Fool. Seeing that he gave no indication otherwise, she nodded slightly and assumed the bearing of the Tarot Club's second-in-command.
"You may."
"I wish to obtain the True Root of a Misty Tree Man, at least sixty milliliters of its corresponding sap, and all of an Evil-patterned Black Panther's spinal fluid."
"Who among you can provide them, or has relevant clues?"
"What would you like me to exchange for them?"
"Oh? No one is buying Medullary Crystals of the Spring of Elves?" Sno frowned, realizing that things were not so simple. He then