"The Fool."
This title perfectly matched Audrey and Alger's image of a mysterious existence—at the very least, it sounded quite mysterious.
What did Qin Sheng think?
He watched while seated. Most of his attention was now focused on the Gray Fog.
Even just the aura of Sefirah Castle could bestow extraordinary effects upon many items.
Castle, you smelled so good.
Playing the Fool here was a crucial part of Klein's future advancement, so Qin Sheng had no intention of exposing him.
More importantly, doing so would not bring him any benefits. Instead, it would ensure he could never ascend to Sefirah Castle again.
Hurting others and himself too—wasn't that just insanity? Did they really think Eastern Immortal had gone mad from practicing the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art?
The "fool" was Klein, not him.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, could you bear witness to the transaction between this gentleman and me?" Audrey requested.
"A small matter."
Klein was eagerly anticipating it. I want to hear the Audience Potion formula too!
"If the Potion ingredients are easy to gather, then perhaps I could choose to become an Audience member as well," Klein thought.
Qin Sheng's praise for the Audience was all too obvious. As a transmigrator, Klein deeply understood one principle.
Strength was everything.
"But there are no paper or pens here." Audrey frowned.
If they spoke it aloud, the formula would also be heard by the other gentleman, who had not said much.
Naturally, she meant Alger.
The great Mr. Fool surely would not be interested in a Sequence 9 formula.
Klein's thoughts stirred. Since he could imagine a palace, then paper and pens...
As the thought emerged, the corresponding items appeared on the long table.
"Main ingredients: one pair of adult Manhar Fish eyes, 35 milliliters of Horned Blackfish blood."
"Supplementary ingredients:..."