Perrdax's Diary

"This isn't Roselle's Diary!" Klein was shocked inwardly, but his gaze continued down the words—

"February 5th. The process of gathering the Seer Potion ingredients went fairly smoothly. Most of the materials could be bought at ordinary gatherings for mysticism enthusiasts. But this ability... is a little underwhelming. Could Roselle have tricked me? Or did he mean something better than simply the abilities?"

Seeing this, Klein moved his gaze back up and looked again at the date on the first line that he had overlooked—

"February 2nd."

"Three days? That made sense. Lava Octopus blood and star crystals weren't particularly rare materials. But this diary doesn't have a year? Is it because there are earlier entries, or was the year simply never written?" Klein gently shook his head and continued reading—

"February 6th. A Seer's abilities require a corresponding amount of mysticism knowledge to be effective. For that, I have no choice but to start learning all that mystical nonsense. Perhaps I should have chosen Marauder back then."

"February 7th. A Seer's abilities are really useful."

"Hey, hey, sir, where did your integrity go?" Klein's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the final sentence.

He dearly wanted to immediately ask Mr. Devil about the origin of this diary, but he dismissed the thought the very next moment.

Once he asked, no matter how he phrased it, Mr. Devil and the other members would realize that this diary was special.

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Klein waved his hand to disperse the notebook and said in a gentle tone:

"Very well. What reward do you want?"

"Consider it repayment for Mr. Fool allowing me to offer 'sacrifices' through prayer," Sno said respectfully, immediately drawing looks of surprise from Miss Justice and Mr. Hangman.

"Sacrifices? Prayer? Has Mr. Devil also prayed to Mr. Fool?" Miss Justice's understanding of the Beyonder world was still rather limited, so she was not quite able to grasp the deeper significance of this. After all, not long ago, she had also prayed to Mr. Fool for a good dream.

However, as an old hand in the Beyonder world, Mr. Hangman keenly caught the key piece of information—

Mr. Devil had said "allowing," which meant that Mr. Devil had proactively asked to believe in Mr. Fool?

Although they had only attended two Tarot Club gatherings together, from the knowledge and intelligence network Mr. Devil had displayed in their previous conversation, Mr. Hangman could be certain that even if he was not a member of some ancient family, he definitely belonged to a mysterious organization. He might even be part of its middle or upper ranks.

How could someone like that not understand the risks of praying to an unknown existence?

Or had he judged that praying to Mr. Fool could bring returns greater than the risks?

"So it seems my previous guess was correct. The Fool truly is some ancient existence, and the family Mr. Devil belongs to most likely happens to know information about this existence. They might even—have originally been an organization that believed in this existence!"

Watching Mr. Hangman's Aether Body enter a contemplative state, Klein did not wait long. He said unhurriedly:

"You may."

Then, he swept his gaze over Miss Justice, Mr. Hangman, and Mr. Devil before adding:

"You may communicate freely."

Upon hearing Mr. Fool speak, Audrey, who had failed to find Roselle's Diary, immediately said:

"Mr. Devil, I've already found the Agate Peacock tail feathers and Black-spotted Scale Snake venom fangs you wanted. How should I deliver them to you?"

Of course, pray to Mr. Fool!

That was what Sno had intended to say, but he suddenly remembered that The Little Sun had not yet joined the club, and Klein had not even digested the Seer Potion. He simply could not perform sacrifices or bestowals yet. Besides, the Instigator Potion was not needed for now, so it would be better to let Miss Justice keep them first...

Just as Sno was about to say that, a flash of inspiration struck him. Then, Mr. Devil came up with an interesting idea.

In her Spectator state, Miss Justice noticed that Mr. Devil seemed to reveal a—hmm, somewhat mischievous smile before he spoke:

"You can have someone bury them in the woods of Backlund's Queen District. I'll collect them myself. Oh, and make the package as small as possible."

"He knows my identity?" Miss Justice nearly failed to maintain her Spectator state, but the next moment, she shook her head—

"Mr. Hangman easily deduced earlier that I'm a Loen noble. It shouldn't be difficult for Mr. Devil to notice that either. And it happens to be Backlund's social season now, so most nobles will be in Backlund. Choosing Queen District, where there are the most nobles, doesn't seem to be a problem. But I still need to be careful... Right, I can have Susie do it. She can also observe what he looks like."

Although Audrey told herself that secretly investigating the identities of Tarot Club members was wrong, her curiosity still kept her from restraining such thoughts. Besides, her own identity seemed to be at risk of exposure. It would be better to investigate!

Having thought this through, Audrey finally made up her mind. She nodded and said:

"Alright, I'll have someone do it. But there are five or six wooded areas in Queen District. Which one do you mean?"

"Choose whichever is convenient for you. But it would be best to arrange a time, otherwise it would be unfortunate if someone else dug them up."

Sno's tone was very relaxed. Miss Justice hesitated slightly before nodding.

"I'll have the materials buried in the woods on the western side of Queen District. You can go look for them after five tonight."

Miss Justice and Mr. Devil quickly settled the details of the transaction, and everyone resumed sharing information. Mr. Hangman casually mentioned several matters concerning the sea, but Mr. Devil and Miss Justice were clearly not very interested.

Seeing that the exchange was nearing its end, Klein promptly ended the Tarot Club gathering. Yet after returning to reality, he could not help recalling that diary.

Without a doubt, this diary had most likely come from another transmigrator. It was only because its author had also written the diary in Chinese characters that Mr. Devil had mistaken it for Roselle's Diary and submitted it. And judging from the neat handwriting, it was probably the original manuscript.

Although it was not impossible for an original manuscript to end up in circulation, Klein still felt that this manuscript might have some kind of connection with Mr. Devil.

In mysticism, intuition meant that one's spirituality was giving a hint. Upon realizing this, Klein immediately materialized paper and pen, carefully composing a divination statement—

"The reason I believe this diary is connected to Mr. Devil. The reason I believe this diary..."

Repeating the divination statement over and over, Klein activated the Dream Divination Method. The instant his body leaned back, his soul seemed to float out of his body. Then, he saw—or rather, heard—a sentence—

"Hmm, yes. Perr... Hmm, a notebook left behind by one of my family's elders mentioned this, but that elder did not leave behind the corresponding method of interpretation, so that is all I know."

"A notebook left behind by an elder mentioned Roselle's Diary... Could this so-called elder be the transmigrator who came after Roselle?"