The Second Tarot Club Meeting

The party was over. Luther left the empty house to his Flesh Puppet and went back to his hideout at No. 9 Saint Anthony in the East Borough.

Meow~

As soon as Door Opening, he saw Luna, the black cat, squatting on the floor in front of the porch to welcome him. She scrutinized Luther seriously, as if to make sure he hadn't been injured when he returned from hunting.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet."

Luther reached out, stroked its little head, scooped it into his arms, stepped into the house, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

"Let's begin."

He said this to the empty living room.

Then, M's phantom appeared silently behind him, stretched out his hands, and placed them on his head.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and it was almost Three o'clock in the afternoon. He was going to create Virtual Personality to participate in the Tarot Club organized by Mr. Fool.

A new personality was quickly generated and, through M's manipulation, completely enveloped his Spirit Body.

Although this was the third time Luther had experienced something like this, it still felt very strange. The world before him was filled with overlapping phantoms, and his thoughts echoed in his mind in layers.

Fortunately, this state did not last long. As the clock hands reached the twelfth position, a deep red tide appeared before his eyes, engulfing his Virtual Personality Spirit Body.

Above the Gray Fog, within the unchanging ancient Ancient Castle, on either side of the Bronze Long Table. With a wave of the hand of the imposing figure at the head of the table, the crimson tide rises and falls, outlining different figures.

Another Tarot Club begun.

Good afternoon, Mr. [Fool], good afternoon, Mr. [Hanged Man].

On the ladies' side, Miss Justice, as always, rose, lifted her skirt, and extended a sincere greeting to everyone at the party. Each person accepted this kindness and responded—including Miss Sun, who couldn't understand what "afternoon" meant.

Good afternoon, Mr. Temperance.

Audrey greeted everyone in the order of joining, and when she greeted the figure at the far end of the men's side, a complex expression couldn't help but appear in her eyes.

Yes, it turns out that Mr. Temperance's sister has passed away.

Based on past events and Luther's current state, she came to this sad conclusion.

The bond between the siblings was so deep that it's no wonder Mr. Temperance acted so extremely.

"Good afternoon."

Through the Gray Fog, Luther couldn't notice the subtle expressions on the other person's blurred face at all; at most, he felt that her voice sounded slightly strange.

After a brief greeting, the party officially began.

"Dear Mr. Fool."

Luther spoke first, addressing the mysterious figure shrouded in Gray Fog, "I have some new Roselle's Diary here; please allow me to present them."

"Can."

After the Gray Fog dissipated, Klein nodded slightly.

Luther also started collecting Roselle's Diary; it's unclear what kind of content they contained.

He thought to himself, a hint of anticipation creeping in.

When Luther materialized the diary and handed it to him, the first thing he saw upon picking it up was Roselle's unrestrained life:

"Yesterday I spent a wonderful and crazy night with Earl Sancher, the young lady from the Capet Family, and the widow of the Lorrain Family."

Three people?

Klein grinned, unsure of what to say.

I've already witnessed far too much of the extravagant lifestyle of my time-traveling predecessors.

Fortunately, the last entry in the diary was still quite valuable. It contained ancient secrets of the former Royal Family Sauron Family Intis, the Soren family, their Angel ancestor, who disappeared along with two other Angel. He also quickly realized the connection between the three people's surnames and the underground ruins, confirming that the evil spirit was definitely not an ordinary being.

"Fortunately, I've already blocked the passage with explosives."

Klein thought with immense relief, "Otherwise, if someone had accidentally entered that ruin, who knows what terrible consequences it might have caused."

He quickly came to his senses and looked at Luther, who had provided him with the information, with a smile.

What kind of reward do you want in exchange?

He asked.

"Respected Mr. Fool, I seek clues to the Black Knight Potion recipe."

Luther replied.

He thought about it again. Although exploring Medici's cause of death was tempting, his biggest need right now was the Sequence 4 recipe. If the Fool could help him solve this problem, he could save himself a lot of trouble.

How would I know the Black Knight's Potion recipe?

Klein was at his wit's end, but to maintain the Fool's mystique and status, he couldn't simply reply with "no." After a moment's thought, he chuckled and said:

"The journal entries you submitted are not commensurate with the compensation you requested."

"You're right."

Luther said, "I will keep searching for diaries for you until you feel that the two are of equal value."

"Then I'll keep this reward for now."

Klein replied, "You can exchange it for other reward items at any time, or continue storing it until you can exchange it."

He planned to stall for time.

This is the best way to maintain the Fool's image. On the one hand, Luther might find clues elsewhere after some time; on the other hand, he might actually get his hands on the Black Knight Potion recipe, or other valuable items.

". OK."

Hearing that the Fool did not respond immediately, Luther was slightly disappointed. After thanking him, he sat back down. Apart from him, no one else was going to present their diaries today, and the gathering soon moved on to the second item on the agenda: the trading session.

"How's the material I gave you coming along?"

Luther immediately looked at the Hanged Man and asked.

Previously, he had given him a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist's Beyonder Characteristic and a Sequence 6 Judge's Characteristic, instructing him to find a way to sell them.

"The results are in."

The Hanged Man said in a deep voice, "The Artisan has received both Characteristic and plans to craft them into Beyonder Item. The Artisan will charge a handling fee, plus my intermediary fee."

"I want to pre-order that Beyonder Item made by the Psychiatrist!"

"[Justice] "Audrey was the first to raise her hand, speaking enthusiastically.

Although she still owed Mr. Fool's servants 2,000 pounds, her recent financial situation had improved significantly. As long as she reduced her spending in other areas, the surplus would be enough for her to buy Beyonder Item. Moreover, she could also submit the Beyonder Item to her family for reimbursement, which would also be a good option to give them to the esteemed Earl Hall.

"Can."

[The Hanged Man] Alger couldn't help but glance at [Justice] and nodded.

The three of you have a pretty clear division of labor.

Klein, sitting at the head of the long table, couldn't help but complain inwardly.