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After pondering for a few seconds, Aster replied, "I need you to look for clues about the Birdman's Eye. If you find one, you can buy it in advance. I'll reimburse any money you spend in the process."

The Birdman's Eye was one of the main ingredients required for the Spirit Guide Potion formula.

"All right, that won't be difficult." Audrey nodded reservedly. For her, Beyonder materials that many wild Beyonders might spend their entire lives searching for could perhaps be found in the Hall Family's vault.

Once the Tarot Club meeting is over, I'll go see whether they have a Birdman's Eye... Miss Justice nodded happily. "Mr. Lovers, you can just say it here."

She did not particularly mind the Hanged Man listening in. In her view, much of the information held by the Hanged Man and Lovers should not overlap. On one hand, that could fill in gaps; if Lovers said anything wrong, the Hanged Man could correct and supplement it. On the other hand, she believed Tarot Club members should learn to share!

As a member of the Tarot Club, of course she should help the other members! She needed a sense of ownership... Justice blinked as she listened to Lovers's calm yet somewhat chilling voice.

"Then I'll start with a few small secret organizations..." Aster recalled the factions the dungeon bosses belonged to in the game. Justice's question was also an opportunity for him to review the game's setting. "The Psychology Alchemists, who control the Spectator Pathway. This organization has a shorter history than the other sects, but thanks to the secrecy and social nature of the Spectator, they spread extremely quickly, and their scale has grown at the fastest rate in recent years."

"Their subordinate organizations include..." Aster's explanation was neither rigorous nor detailed—he had actually forgotten most of the setting, so he could only gloss over certain ambiguous matters.

He did not dare make things up. After all, the Fool seated above him and the Hanged Man beside him clearly knew quite a lot about the forces of mysticism. If his fabricated information were exposed, the image Aster had painstakingly built within the Tarot Club would collapse by more than half.

Fortunately, Miss Justice was also a novice in mysticism. What Aster told her was enough to satisfy her curiosity.

So there was this kind of connection... Fool Klein listened with great interest.

Lovers explained quite a few small secret organizations to Justice in a clear and accessible manner. In truth, these organizations had nothing to do with being "secret": most had been established by members of genuinely large secret organizations and directly belonged to the corresponding sects. Their fundamental purpose was proselytizing.

Thus, they could not possibly be called secret. If one went outside and casually asked around about sects other than the Seven Gods, they could learn the names of quite a few sects—though because most ordinary people had never joined such organizations, they could only provide names.

This was also one of the reasons official Beyonders could not deal with them: fake secret organizations were mixed together with real ones, making it difficult to determine which were genuine. They were hard to track down, costly to investigate, and these small organizations also served as smokescreens... Sometimes, the reason certain cults succeeded in their operations was because official Beyonders had been distracted by such small organizations.

After expending enormous effort, they might only catch a single Low-Sequence disposable pawn from a peripheral organization, and might even be lured away by cultists. Naturally, official Beyonders could not accept that. Thus, they gradually let such organizations run unchecked: as long as no one died, they rarely investigated deeply.

So the Eye of the Mirror Spirit is actually subordinate to the Demoness Sect... I always thought they belonged to the Moses Ascetic Order... The Hanged Man listened just as attentively.

After Lovers had just exposed his identity, Alger felt a trace of anger as well. That made him want even more to uncover the other man's identity in return.

Lovers knew so much about secret organizations. Alger was certain that he did not belong to any church, nor could he be an official Beyonder who had stolen church records and defected. At his Sequence, it was impossible for him to steal so much information and still be alive, and local churches would not store such a vast amount of intelligence.

The Hanged Man had already narrowed it down to three large secret organizations and decided that Lovers had to belong to one of them.

"The Eternal Life Society is subordinate to the Numinous Episcopate. Its predecessor was the East Balam Restoration Society. They are dedicated to collecting Death God's relics and mainly operate in Backlund..." Aster casually added the information about the Eternal Life Society that he had just obtained as a conclusion.

"Miss Justice, are you satisfied with the information I've provided?" Licking his lips, Aster was glad that only his spirit body had been pulled Above the Gray Fog. Otherwise, after speaking so much in one breath, his throat would really have become dry.

"Your knowledge is truly admirable." Because Aster had provided too much information that was too varied, Audrey had only remembered part of it. Yet she did not feel disappointed. Instead, she sincerely marveled at how broad Aster's knowledge was.

"Thank you for sharing. I have nothing to add either." The Hanged Man placed one hand over his chest and gave Justice a slight bow.

"Let's end here for today." Sensing that his spirituality was nearing depletion, Fool Klein made a prompt decision and ended the Tarot Club meeting.

"Your will."

Watching the three members rise and bow to him before turning into crimson lights that fell away, Klein directly left Above the Gray Fog and returned to reality.

"I'm so sleepy... I feel a little nauseous. No, I can't hold meetings for this long next time!" Klein slowly stood while massaging his temples. "Fortunately, I haven't reached Spiritual Depletion this time... If it had gone on any longer, I'd have needed sleep to restore my energy."

There's still some time... I'll go take a look at that Divination Club. If I wanted to properly act as a Seer, I had to gradually summarize the Acting Method through practice... After a brief rest, Klein changed into formal clothes and left for the Divination Club.

"So you told the Nighthawks everything about me?" Aster covered his head helplessly. All he wanted was to go back and beat that useless Detective Jack half to death.

Didn't he say he could keep it hidden?

"What else was I supposed to do? Don't tell me you didn't know that old bastard Neil was an official Beyonder?" Swain took a sip of Lielangqi and laughed gleefully. "Isn't it perfectly normal for official Beyonders to help each other? You only look a little clever, but at heart, you're an arrogant idiot. If I were you, I'd get back to Backlund and hide for a while."

"I did underestimate the Nighthawks. I also didn't expect you to know Townsend Neil." Aster ordered a cup of Southville Beer at the Evil Dragon Bar and drank gloomily. Sitting across from him was Swain, a former Mandated Punisher.

"Forget it. This is actually better. If I'd known earlier that you knew Old Neil, I could have saved the money I spent hiring a detective."

At those words, Swain immediately frowned. He understood what Aster meant. "You have business with him? Or do you want to buy something from him? Do you need me to act as an intermediary? I should remind you that my broker's fee is very high!"

"There's no need. If he truly has something I need, he'll already be a dead man." Aster deliberately made a tasteless joke. Seeing Swain's gaze gradually turn dangerous, he waved his hand. "Don't mind an unfunny joke... I merely want to pass some information to the Nighthawks. I think it would be more appropriate for you to act as an intermediary."

"What information?" Swain's muscles trembled slightly. He raised his head and viciously gulped down some Lielangqi. "Should I just tell that Old Neil?"

"No, of course not." Aster drained the Southville Beer from his wooden cup and placed it upside down on the table. He revealed a mischievous smile. "Tell the Nighthawks' captain, that Smith fellow. Tell him Old Neil secretly believes in the Hidden Sage."

"What did you say?!"

"Mr. Gracis, what would you like to divine?" Inside the Yellow Crystal Divination Room, Klein rested one hand on the Citrine Pendulum around his wrist and looked relaxedly at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, who had just recovered from an illness.

"Here's the situation, Mr. Moretti. An investment opportunity has been presented to me. If it succeeds, my family and I will gain a great deal of wealth and live respectable lives among high society. But because the investment amount is too large, if it fails, our family's finances will suffer a severe blow. I would like to divine whether I should invest in this project." Gracis, wearing a monocle, looked somewhat nervous.

"If I were advising you based on my personal temperament, I would say it would be best not to take the risk. But we're divining, Mr. Gracis. I need more precise information." Klein pointed at the astrolabe on the table. "We'll use astrolabe divination."

"All right." Gracis organized his thoughts. "When Mr. Lanevus was conducting an inspection in the Hornacis Mountain Range..."

"Who did you say?" Klein abruptly interrupted him rather impolitely.

"Lanevus." Gracis noticed that Klein's expression was somewhat strange and cautiously asked, "Mr. Moretti, do you know him?"

Klein shook his head and answered calmly, "No. His name sounds very similar to that of one of my classmates."

Of course I don't know him, but I've heard that name. He's the person Melvin was investigating!

"Feathered Man eyes, Feathered Man eyes..." Holding the list of materials in the family vault in one hand, Audrey moved between the enormous shelves, searching for the Beyonder material she wanted.

Eh? It should be right here... Shelf Number Fourteen, third row, second box from the right...

Audrey looked confused, because there was nothing there.