Upon hearing Mr. Devil's commission, Madam Hermit and Mr. Hangman immediately perked up. During their time in The Tarot Club, every member had formed a clear or vague impression of the others—for example, The Little Sun's innocence, Mr. Hangman's cunning, and so on.
Yet most of these impressions had people who saw things differently. In Moon's eyes, The Little Sun was a liar full of nonsense; in Star's eyes, Mr. Hangman was a textbook Rage Dweller; in Madam Hermit's eyes, Magician was an unfathomable woman.
But there were two people whose labels were remarkably unanimous.
Miss Justice was undoubtedly The Tarot Club's patron. More than eighty percent of the club's cash flow came from Miss Justice; it would not be an exaggeration to say that she had kept The Tarot Club afloat.
As for Mr. Devil, he was universally acknowledged within The Tarot Club as the person with the deepest foundation in mysticism.
Even a Beyonder like Madam Hermit, who had basically assembled a full set of equipment and had roamed the world for years, held considerable expectations for the reward Mr. Devil could offer. Not to mention Mr. Hangman, who was still painstakingly searching for his place within The Tarot Club and striving to climb higher.
Seeing the two shift their attention over, Sno's lips curled slightly as he said in a calm tone:
"I hope you can spread information about the Ghost Empire across the sea, making those desperadoes believe it as much as possible and head for the North Sea..."
Mr. Devil's desire for more pathfinders was plain as day. Madam Hermit fell silent for a moment before nodding gently, while Mr. Hangman said:
"If all we need to do is spread the information, that won't be difficult. But if we want it to be credible, we'll