The Chariot's Commission (Please Subscribe~)

Fortunately, the Clown's abilities helped Klein maintain his image. He lightly tapped the edge of the long table within the thick fog, a thought flashing through his mind.

The Chariot had the Magician potion formula, or perhaps he had a Magician friend. That was the most reasonable guess.

At that moment, Klein heard Sifa say, "I have the true roots of a Fog Tree-Man, as well as the corresponding sap."

Controlling the World, Klein said in a low voice, "What would you like in exchange?"

I hope it's something I can afford. Please don't let it be gold pounds, Klein muttered inwardly.

Sifa thought for a moment before saying, "I hope to obtain clues about the Conspirer. If you have the formula, I will give appropriate compensation after deducting the cost of the materials."

As expected, he's looking for a potion formula. It seems the Chariot still hasn't found what he wants offline, but I don't have one either.

Klein could only control the World to respond, "I'll try to gather clues, but I can't guarantee I'll find anything. Other than a potion formula, do you need anything else?"

Sifa shook his head. "Not for the time being."

"In that case, if I find clues about the potion, shall I ask Mr. Fool to notify you, and then we can complete the trade?"

"All right."

Originally, Sifa had planned to give him the materials first. After all, the World was Klein, and helping Mr. Fool advance as soon as possible would benefit the Tarot Club as well.

But considering that the World was attending the Tarot Club for the first time, rashly giving him the materials first might arouse the suspicions of the other members.

Even if they suspected nothing, they would still think he was a fool.

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