During the free trade session just now, Audrey had been delighted, yet she had felt as though something was missing.
Now, she finally understood what it was: the seemingly endless stream of high-level intelligence from Emperor, and—well—blasphemy against the gods.
At the Tarot Club, it seemed they could not get past a gathering without blaspheming or discussing the gods.
Emlyn asked strangely, "What does our previous argument have to do with the first Blasphemy Slate?"
"Mr. Fool previously explained some intelligence regarding the Blasphemy Slate at the Tarot Club." Hobart smiled. "Mr. Fool, may I tell Mr. Moon that intelligence for a price?"
Klein slowly nodded. "You may."
"I believe this intelligence is worth at least 1000 pounds." Hobart smiled as he asked, "Mr. Moon, do you still wish to hear it?"
"I... You..." Emlyn was somewhat angered. This was rather underhanded. They had been arguing over a question, only for him to suddenly demand payment for intelligence that would prove his opponent right?
Hobart added, "How about this? You can substitute the 1000 pounds with medicine. Whenever I need it, I can place an order with you.
"With Mr. Fool as witness, the actual value of the intelligence I'm about to share definitely exceeds 1000 pounds. A vampire race with such a long history should have similar records, but at your current level, you surely don't know this intelligence!"
"If you do know similar intelligence, I won't take even a single copper penny from you!"
Emlyn took a deep breath. "Of course I trust Mr. Fool's witness. Go on, then. I'd like to hear what intelligence there is that I don't know."
As a vampire, he knew far more intelligence and history than ordinary Beyonders! Everyone wore expressions as though waiting for a show. It might have been hard