What do you call connections?

"One adult Honaquis Gray Goat unicorn crystal, one complete Human-faced Rose, one adult Honaquis Gray Goat... Tsk, why is it Honaquis again? Did the Antigonus family station themselves in the Honaquis Mountain Range because of this kind of goat? Speaking of which, the Dragon Bar seems to have both of these materials? Is this another coincidence? Or did the Secret Master Association sell some Extraordinary materials for funding before?"

Klein recalled the potion formulas he'd extorted from Mr. Devil, feeling quite conflicted.

The main ingredients for the Clown potion alone cost over five hundred pounds. While Miss Justice had promised some "compensation," he had no idea how much that would be. After all, Sequence Eight potion formulas only cost around 450 pounds. Plus, he still needed to collect Emperor Roselle's diary.

At this moment, Klein felt a strong urge to report his acquisition of the Clown potion to the Church. With the merits he had accumulated, he could exchange them for the potion.

But his rationality told him he absolutely couldn't do that, as he couldn't explain both digesting the potion and obtaining the formula simultaneously.

If it were just one of them, he could pass it off as a coincidence. But with both happening, anyone would suspect he'd received "funding" from a secret organization that controlled the Diviner sequence, becoming a double agent hidden among the Night Watchers.

"I'll have to find a way myself... Speaking of which, Mr. Devil gave me his contact information. This way, I can communicate with him as a 'devotee of Mr. Fool.' However, this won't be of much help in collecting Extraordinary materials. I still have to give him a Sun Talisman in exchange for future diary entries..."

Thinking about the cost of making the Sun Talisman and the price of retrieving that badge, Klein felt his head ache a bit more.

But then, a subtle idea popped into his mind—

Although the Sun Talisman was a consumable, its power was comparable to a full-power attack from a Sequence Six Extraordinary. It also had a restraining effect on ghosts and the like. Its price shouldn't be too low. If he made a few more...

But then he thought about the cost of gold for making Sun sequence talismans, and his own meager salary... He had thought it was a large sum of money before.

"Perhaps I can use the excuse that 'Old Neil isn't here, so I have to try making talismans myself' to get some reimbursement. But that definitely won't be enough. I really need to discuss the prices of goods with Mr. Devil before deciding... Also, I need to find a way to borrow that mutated Sun Scepter. Hmm, maybe I can ask Mr. Azk for help with this... It's also a good time to tell him about what happened in Ramde Town."

With this thought, Klein took out a piece of paper to write a letter. However, after a slight hesitation, he first took four steps backward, ascended to the Gray Fog, materialized parchment, and wrote a divination statement:

"The letter I write to Sno von Pandax will be intercepted or peeked at by others."

After repeating it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and looked at the counter-clockwise spinning Pendulum, feeling a bit relieved. However, considering divination wasn't foolproof, he wrote another divination statement:

"My writing to Sno von Pandax will attract the attention of others."

The Pendulum spun counter-clockwise again. Mr. Fool thought of several more divination statements, and only after confirming there were no blind spots did he return to reality and begin writing the letter to inquire about prices.

Meanwhile, Miss Audrey was comforting the Dog of Imagination, who had once again been scorned by a cat, and began contacting Viscount Grellint. Although she hadn't managed to attend the Extraordinary organization gathering, she had obtained the Pharmacist formula she wanted.

"However, as a lady, directly visiting a gentleman is quite rude. Hmm, he's a restless person and will likely host salons or dances soon. I might be able to use this opportunity to spread the word about my desire to become a psychologist, and also to assign Hugh and Fors the task of investigating Zilingus..."

Audrey quickly devised a plan that killed multiple birds with one stone. While she wasn't lacking the thirty percent reward for selling the formula, firstly, Viscount Grellint was her friend, and secondly, she needed a social platform to attract the attention of the Psychology Alchemist Association.

After refining her plan, Audrey called for her maid and asked her to check if Viscount Grellint had any upcoming salons or dances.

This wasn't a strange request. After all, as a noble lady who hadn't yet had her coming-of-age ceremony, Audrey's only opportunity to leave home was to attend informal social dances or literary salons.

Furthermore, the tense atmosphere in Backlund had finally begun to ease. As a young person, it was perfectly reasonable to want to go out for some fresh air.

"Long time no see, Madam Norma. Your beauty still outshines the stars." On the other side, Sno bowed slightly and performed a hand-kiss to the elegant, tall middle-aged lady before him.

"Oh, my dear little Sno, you don't need to be so polite. Come quickly and take a look at Hill. I know you just returned to Backlund, but he's been listless lately, and I don't trust those quacks to touch him..."

Madam Norma walked ahead with exaggerated tone, leading Sno to the large dog named Hill.

The nobles of Backlund, or rather, most nobles with territories in this era, were fond of raising Foxhounds. As a byproduct, some dogs with less pure bloodlines but gentle temperaments were given away as gifts. This led to the habit of pet dogs in the homes of powerful nobles in Backlund.

Hill's minor ailment was not a problem for Sno. As he conducted the diagnosis, he chatted with the well-maintained noble lady. However, Sno could clearly feel that this noble lady was always, intentionally or unintentionally, scanning his face and body with a scrutinizing gaze.

It wasn't the aggressive gaze of a wealthy woman, but rather... well, it was somewhat like Miss Audrey's, a spectator's gaze.

Although Madam Norma was less disguised than Miss Audrey, or perhaps it was just because Miss Justice had the Gray Fog shielding her?

After a casual chat, Sno subtly changed the subject. He had to admit that interacting with a Spectator was very easy because she would notice your tendency to change the topic and cooperate, allowing Sno to get to the point without much effort:

"I heard there's a Viscount Grellint who is very passionate about literary salons. I recently wrote a novel that was published in the Tassock Newspaper, and I hope to find a platform to connect with seniors in the industry. Would it be convenient for you to introduce me?"

Although the Joyful Sorceress had more tricks up her sleeve, the Faceless was the ultimate pleasure in the mortal world! Having one means having all. Oh, Hugh's type isn't it, but upgrading further should be fine, after all, Trick Masters can even transform animals... Of course, these aren't the main points. Inner charm is what makes a charm, being able to control tiny muscle deformations at will... Cough, cough, I can't say anymore.