Emperor Rosell's Diary

Audrey returned to her room and stared silently at the vanity before her for a long time. Emperor's reminder and sigh seemed to still echo in her ears.

This suddenly left Audrey, who had always been optimistic about the Beyonder World, feeling worried and frustrated.

"You looked like you had some realizations about certain things," Susie said.

Audrey could not help rubbing her forehead. She still had trouble accepting a talking Susie.

But at this moment, Susie was the only suitable person to confide in. Audrey stroked Susie's head. "Susie, perhaps our choice was not the right one."

However, Audrey's eyes were soon filled with determination and optimism again. "But since we have already made our choice, we cannot complain too much."

Hobart, who was also in Backlund, left Above the Gray Fog and returned to his hotel room. He quietly watched the stream of carriages and the surging crowds outside the window.

Hobart suddenly missed his former life a little. Though every day had consisted of nothing but work and scrolling through videos, it had felt rather dull.

Looking back now, an ordinary life had also been a kind of happiness. Unlike now, with the family Curse, the act of "Lawyer," and his need for money—it was as though someone behind him were whipping him onward, forcing him to move quickly without allowing him to stop and rest.

Hobart smiled helplessly, composed himself, and went to check out. Since he had already begun the life of a Beyonder, he should not complain about the suffering this world had brought him. After all, he had also gained extraordinary abilities.

Once on the street, Hobart hailed a Rental Carriage and headed straight for the Mercenary Club.

When he had left the Law Firm that afternoon, he had brought all his savings with him: 71 Pounds, 5 Sule, and 8 Penny. He had counted it several times already.

However, that afternoon's transactions might use up most of his savings.

Hobart patted the pocket holding his wallet. Before he had even spent the money, his heart already ached for it.

With the club Badge, Hobart entered the club smoothly. He took out his Pocket Watch and saw that he had arrived more than ten minutes early.

However, the club member selling Dragon Blood Grass and other materials had also arrived early. The man was in his thirties and carried an enormous suitcase.

He introduced himself, "You can call me Gael. I specialize in items needed for Mysticism. My shop is at 51 Henry Street."

Hobart smiled. "Hobart, a Mysticism enthusiast."

The two smiled at each other, each sensing that the other was hiding something.

That was perfectly normal. After all, they had not yet established sufficient trust.

Under the Waiter's arrangements, the two went to a Small Reception Room to conduct their transaction.

Gael placed the suitcase on the table and opened it, revealing rows of bottles and jars containing all sorts of relatively common Extraordinary Material.

He introduced them, "This is essential oil extracted from Deep Sleep Flowers, and these are chamomile petals. Just now, I saw the Goddess's symbolic design on your Pocket Watch, so I strongly recommend this 'Amanda' hydrosol, as well as 'Holy Night Powder.' Believe me, they will definitely please the Goddess."

Hobart froze. Brother, what you just said sounded rather ambiguous! Or has the word 'please' been ruined? Why did hearing it always make him think of indecent images?

He shook his head and drove those obviously disrespectful thoughts about the Goddess from his mind.

Hobart was purchasing the Extraordinary Material needed for a Ritual in order to obtain the Goddess of the Night's response, so that when necessary in the future, he could ask the Goddess of the Night to help with Spirit Communication.

Of course, Hobart could also try praying to himself for power to conduct Spirit Communication. But the Country of Disorder symbolized order and disorder. Even if it could help him complete the Spirit Communication, there was a high chance it would be done in a distorted manner.

The Spirit Communication might be completed, but who knew what kind of mess it would leave behind?

After some friendly negotiation, Hobart finally bought a small silver knife, a small bottle of "Amanda" hydrosol, a small can of "Holy Night Powder," Deep Sleep Flower essential oil, Moon Flowers, chamomile petals, and three candles mixed with Night-Scented Herb, mint, and other ingredients for 3 Pounds and 18 Sule.

Among them, the silver knife and the "Amanda" hydrosol were the most expensive. The former cost 1 Pound and 6 Sule, while the latter cost 1 Pound and 3 Sule for a small bottle.

As they parted, Bill said meaningfully, "If you need higher-quality, more magical materials, you can visit my shop and choose them yourself. Of course, if you are worried, you can also choose to trade at the club."

Hobart nodded with a smile. "All right." It seemed Bill had even more advanced Extraordinary Material.

Next, Hobart began his next transaction. The other party was a Soldier in his forties, dressed in a crisp military uniform. "These are spoils from a battle."

As he took out a stack of Emperor Rosell's Diary pages from his leather bag, he introduced them, "A few pages still have enemy blood on them, but that will not affect reading them."

There were at least a dozen pages in that stack. Hobart had already made up his mind: I definitely cannot take them all, or I'll go bankrupt!

He cleared his throat. "I believe you saw my message on the information board. I need to briefly browse the contents to determine whether I already have similar collectibles. Well, you should also know that there are many copied versions of Emperor Rosell's Notes. I do not need duplicate notes."

In truth, the price he offered was slightly below market value. Generally speaking, the normal trading price for a page of Emperor Rosell's Notes was between 6 and 7 Pounds.

But the other party did not bargain. "That is fine, but I would really like to know why you are buying Emperor Rosell's Notes."

The man was not worried about the buyer's request for a brief browse, because no one could understand the contents of the notes. Even if Hobart browsed them, there was no concern that their contents would be leaked.

Moreover, the reason he did not bargain was that Emperor Rosell's Notes had a very limited market. Since someone who enjoyed collecting them was willing to buy, of course he had to sell them immediately.

Hobart smiled. "I am trying to decipher the Mystic Symbols in Emperor Rosell's Notes."

The other party revealed an expression of just as I thought. "An excellent idea. I wish you success."

But his expression clearly said: There really are such fools in this world.

Hobart smiled and shook his head without offering too much explanation. He took the diary pages and briefly browsed through them, picking out some of Emperor Rosell's romantic escapades, as well as some entries that seemed to contain nothing particularly important.

He also picked out some Beyonder knowledge that he already knew. After becoming a Beyonder, both his reading and comprehension abilities had improved. He could remember the general contents of most diary pages with just a glance.

Of course, all of that was based on the premise that he could read Chinese characters.

By the end, only one diary page remained in Hobart's hand. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Even Hobart, whose eloquence had improved to a certain extent, could not immediately find an appropriate reason to explain himself.

The other party spoke first. "Did not expect your collection to be so extensive."

Hobart let out a breath. Fortunately, he had spent very little time browsing each diary page just now, so the other party had not noticed anything unusual.

If he had spent ages looking at each page, then said in an extremely punchable manner, "Sorry, sir, I already have all of these notes,"

the secret that he could understand those "Mystic Symbols" might have been exposed because of it.

Hobart took out 6 Pounds in Banknotes, with 1 Pound included to make up for the guilt in his heart.

After completing the transaction, he asked the Waiter not to let anyone disturb him. Then, in the Small Reception Room, he carefully read the Emperor Rosell's Diary page that he had valued: "March 12th. The Minister of Intelligence told me of something very interesting: most of the Fourth Epoch ruins appearing around Backlund are traps!"

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