Around four in the afternoon, Hobart and Fors returned to the real world together.
Neither of them got up. Instead, they turned toward each other at the same time and saw smiles on each other's faces.
It was the delight of sharing a secret that could not be spoken aloud.
Fors said, "Hobart, I didn't expect you to have had so many extraordinary experiences and to know so much information!"
Hobart sighed inwardly. This moment had finally come.
Fortunately, he had long prepared how to deal with it. "Some of it is my experience, and some of it isn't. The task I was given was to exchange information at the Tarot Club, so sometimes I am 'The Emperor,' not Hobart."
He sighed inwardly. Sure enough, after telling one lie, you have to use even more lies to cover it up.
Especially in front of Fors, every lie made Hobart feel guilty. Yet paradoxically, some things could only rot in his stomach, concealed beneath lies.
He sighed inwardly. Fortunately, this is the last lie about this matter.
Fors, beside him, felt that Hobart's explanation made perfect sense. After all, "The Emperor" had always seemed like the representative the "Creator" had sent to the Tarot Club.
Next came the sacrifice of the payment from this Tarot Club transaction. Hobart said simply, "We're basically moving things from one hand to the other now, so there's no need for you to pay me the information fee."
He smiled. "But when there are information transactions in the future, try not to rush to be the main payer."
Fors nodded. At that moment, she rather felt like she was a planted accomplice.
After completing the bestowal process, since there was no sacrifice from Magician, Hobart received a total of 4,700 pounds in cash and two Extraordinary