Audrey soon put the matter of "not speaking with her mouth" out of her mind.
"Then, Mr. Tower, what do I need to pay?" Audrey asked.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. Audrey knew that much.
If she wanted to gain something, she would certainly have to pay a corresponding price.
She looked at Mr. Tower through the Gray Fog.
I want all of these formulas! But Audrey, you can't be too greedy...
Audrey told herself inwardly.
Maybe... maybe I can buy them with money...
But...
Great existences surely have no interest in vulgar money...
"I want money." Morien's voice rang in the minds of everyone present. "A lot of money."
"Huh?"
"Ah?"
"!!!"
Morien raised both hands and waved them.
"I can give Tarot Club members a discount, so you can buy them more cheaply, but they won't be free."
"Sigh... It can't be helped. I have a whole family to support." Morien spread his hands and sighed.
A whole family?
Alger fell into thought.
The Family of Beyonders?
He secretly glanced at Morien.
No, it should be called The Family of Angels.
If it was even more terrifying, it could perhaps be called The Family of Ancient Gods...
"Then, Mr. Tower, how much is the Telepathist formula?" Audrey asked for the price.
If it was not too expensive, she decided to buy it right here.
"As for the Telepathist formula... four hundred pounds. How about it?" Morien asked.
So expensive!
That was indeed quite an affordable price...
This was far too cheap!
Klein, Alger, and Audrey each gave their own assessment inwardly.
"Mr. Tower, I want to buy this formula right now!" Audrey said at once.
"Mm-hm."
Morien gave a soft snort and lifted his chin.
"Alright."
He sought permission from Klein, the Fool, then manifested a sheet of paper on the table and gently pushed it forward.
The paper slid across the tabletop and soon reached Audrey, who lightly pressed it down.
Audrey was slightly stunned after catching the paper. She had not expected Morien to hand over the formula directly.
"Mr. Tower, we haven't discussed how to give you the money yet." Audrey did not look at the formula before her and spoke instinctively.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Only then did Morien realize.
At this point in time, Klein had not yet established Fool Express.
"Ah, now that you mention it, that does seem to be a bit of a problem."
Morien thought for a moment and said:
"How about this? I'll go to Loen Bank later and open an anonymous account. Then have Mr. Fool pass the account information to you, and you can transfer the money directly into that anonymous account."
"Alright." Audrey immediately agreed in a cheerful tone.
With the terms settled, Audrey finally lowered her head and gave the paper on the table a cursory glance.
"Sequence 8: Telepathist."
"Main Ingredient: the complete pituitary gland of an Adult Rainbow Lizard Dragon, 10 milliliters of Falsman Rabbit spinal fluid;"
"Auxiliary Material: 100 milliliters of pure water, 5 grams of Chestnut Bud, 8 grams of Dragon Tooth Grass powder, 3 petals of Pure White Elf Flower."
After briefly scanning it, Audrey quickly withdrew her gaze.
A Spectator's memory allowed her to achieve photographic recall for at least this much information.
Moreover, under Mr. Fool's protection, as long as it was something she had once remembered, even if she forgot it, she could quickly recall it merely by praying to Mr. Fool.
"Is there anything you want to buy?" Morien turned to Alger.
Alger considered it, then shook his head.
"I don't have anything I want to buy for the time being."
He had not even gathered all the ingredients for the Wind-blessed Potion. The formula for the next Sequence was not important to him right now.
The trading segment ended, and as usual, they moved on to the information exchange segment.
Though it was called an information exchange, it was really just casual conversation.
Seeing that no one had anything else to buy, Audrey relaxed further and began chatting with Alger and Morien during the Tarot Club about recent events in Backlund, mainly those within aristocratic circles.
Morien listened halfheartedly while thinking about his own matters.
Now that he had four hundred pounds, he could try buying the Main Ingredient for the next Potion.
He could not buy everything, but he should be able to buy part of them.
He had already digested more than half of the Melee Scholar Potion. It would be best to prepare the Sequence 7 "Wizard" Potion before he finished digesting it.
Mm, tonight he would make a trip to the East Borough, find the gangs there, borrow some money, and incidentally digest the Melee Scholar Potion a little more...
Coming back to his senses, he heard Audrey speaking to Alger and him with slight helplessness in her voice:
"Sometimes, I can't even believe the gap between people can be this large." She sighed. "Do you know? At many gatherings and salons in Backlund, quite a few people actually believe Stelle is flat and refuse to believe Stelle is round."
"Heh," Alger chuckled. "That is the kingdom's nobility."
"Rather than hand the country over to them, it would be better to hand it to curly-haired baboons. At least curly-haired baboons would not make such laughable remarks."
"Exactly, exactly." Morien smoothly joined the conversation. "Stelle is round. There is no doubt about that."
"If this world were flat, Mr. Fool would have pushed everything off it long ago."
"You know, cats love pushing things off tables."
What are you talking about?!
Klein, hidden behind the Gray Fog, froze at once.
Cats?
Who?
Me?
No, bro!
Audrey instinctively laughed, then suddenly realized something was wrong. She hurriedly restrained her expression and, together with Alger, who had already sat upright solemnly several seconds earlier, secretly looked toward Mr. Fool at the head of the long table.
Mr. Fool, hidden behind the Gray Fog, maintained his original posture, seemingly incapable of reacting no matter what he heard.
Alger felt that if his Spirit Body state did not prevent him from sweating, he would surely have been drenched in sweat by now.
Was this something he was allowed to hear?
Th-this-this... who put this in his head?!
Oh, it was another great existence. Then it was fine.
The Tarot Club fell into brief silence.
A few seconds later.
Mr. Fool's voice, seemingly unchanged since ancient times, came from the head of the long table.
"Has the conversation ended?"
"In that case, this Tarot Club gathering is concluded."
Alger hurriedly rose and bowed, with Audrey following right after him.
"Your will."
PS: No matter how old the readers currently reading this book are, Sizhai wishes everyone a happy Children's Day.
No matter when it is, may everyone possess the pure happiness of a child.
The "Lord of Mysteries 2" arc has temporarily ended. Next comes the Elden Ring arc.
Although I know Elden Ring may be relatively niche, and those who do not like it can skip it, I still hope everyone will give it a look, because Tuesday's follow-up reading is very important. It affects Sizhai's PK data and subsequent recommendation traffic.
And I'll write the Elden Ring arc in a way that is easier to understand. Even those who have not played it can take a look and simply treat it as a "dungeon."
Anyway, it is fine to skip Monday, but you absolutely have to read on Tuesday.
Love you all, mwah.