She went for it

"Don't mind my appearance. This is just an experiment."

"Appearances don't mean much to me." Noticing Miss Justice's gaze, Klein, who was wearing sunglasses, lied without so much as a blush or a skipped heartbeat.

To be fair, he didn't like wearing sunglasses either, especially in a place shrouded in fog, but what choice did he have? After being inexplicably blinded several times, Klein was getting a little numb to it all.

To avoid getting another sudden "flashbang" right in the face, he had no choice but to conjure up a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Luckily, sunglasses existed in this world too. Surely a pair of sunglasses wouldn't diminish the Fool's mystique... Klein thought, feeling a little uncertain.

Meanwhile, Audrey began pondering Mr. Fool's new look as well.

I remember sunglasses were invented by Emperor Roselle. And then there are the pages of Roselle's Diary we've been collecting. Mr. Fool really likes Roselle!

Mr. Fool looks even more mysterious with sunglasses on! Audrey thought excitedly.

On the other side, after exchanging greetings, Alger also began considering the meaning behind Mr. Fool's words.

Appearances don't mean much to Mr. Fool?

I've heard that some high-level beings really don't have a definite appearance, just symbols like the seven gods. Could Mr. Fool be...

Thinking of one possibility, Alger couldn't help marveling inwardly, Mr. Fool is truly unfathomable!

After they chatted briefly...

Audrey suddenly asked, "I'd like to ask a question, and I'll pay for the answer. My question is, what would happen if an animal drank a potion?"

What kind of question is that...? Klein grumbled inwardly without letting it show.

He activated his Spirit Vision and could tell from the changes in color that Audrey felt a little flustered, nervous, and ashamed.

Could it be... she did something that stupid?

"Ah... choo!"

Lorne rubbed his nose as he left the church.

I wonder if the God of Steam and Machinery will bless a fake believer like me, Lorne quipped inwardly.

Although that gaze had already faded, he still felt uneasy, so he had made a special trip to the church.

At first, he had also been a little afraid that, as a transmigrator, visiting a place with such a strong air of mysticism might expose something about him.

Fortunately, though, the church staff hadn't noticed anything.

"No, just in case, I still need to report him." Lorne wasn't about to pin all his hopes on some so-called god.

Even if gods might genuinely exist in this world.

"No matter how you look at it, there was definitely something wrong with that Beyonder." Something strange had happened after he merely glanced at the man last time. Even if the man had nothing to do with that hidden entity who loved peeping, he was certainly dangerous.

Lorne actually understood that his conjecture might not reflect reality. Still, having something to do would put him a little more at ease. After all, compared with a hidden entity who loved peeping, a suspicious Beyonder was still something he could understand.

"I was there that day too. Reporting him rashly might drag me into it." Lorne considered his options.

"I need to find out who he is first, then decide what to do..."

He decided to visit the Divination Club again and see if he could find any clues.

"It's just..." Remembering his behavior that day, Lorne felt a little embarrassed.

"Forget it. I slipped away early that day anyway. If anyone made a fool of himself, that Seer definitely had it worse."

"Besides, after something like that, everyone at the club is bound to remember it. That should make asking around easier." Having made up his mind, Lorne went to the street and hailed a Hackney Carriage, heading toward

The Divination Club.

"Hello, miss. I'd like to ask about something from a couple of days ago..." Lorne greeted the receptionist politely.

Before he could finish, he heard her exclaim.

"You're one of those two people from before..."

W-wait, am I suddenly that famous...? The corner of Lorne's mouth twitched.

"Ahem, that was just an accident. That day, I suddenly, uh... wasn't feeling well." Lorne quickly made up a lie.

"Uh, really?" The receptionist didn't look entirely convinced.

"Well then, sir, how may I help you?" She put aside her puzzled expression and asked in a professional tone.

"I'd like to ask about the other person who... uh, had an episode that day."

The other person... The receptionist recalled the young man who had fled with his face covered while everyone watched and pointed at him.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head. "Sorry, I don't know either. He isn't a member, nor is he a regular customer who comes here for divination."

"All right, thank you." Although Lorne was a little disappointed, he didn't show it.

"Just how much should I put into Mr. Lanevus's investment?" Just as Lorne was about to leave, he suddenly heard a nearby customer muttering.

Lanevus?

That name sounds so familiar...

Right! It's from the Transmigration Guide. Lorne discovered that his memory had become remarkably good after advancing to Robot. In moments, he recalled the contents of the Transmigration Guide.

I remember the Transmigration Guide said this: if you have some savings you want to invest, you can approach the famous mine owner, Lanevus.

Could that be the Lanevus he's talking about?

What perfect timing. He hadn't spent any money on his advancement this time, so the funds he had set aside to buy the Sequence 8 potion formula and ingredients had gone untouched.

As for Sequence 7, that still seemed a long way off to Lorne...

"I was just wondering how to spend this money."

"Just the thing I needed."

He hurried over, intending to ask the man for more information.

Somewhere in Tingen City, a certain Swindler who was wantonly raking in money suddenly felt a chill down his back.

The Blackthorn Security Company.

Inside Dunn's office...

"So, do you want me gone that badly, Dunn?" Daly's tone was hostile, her eyes tinged with hurt.

"That's not what I mean."

"I'm saying this is an opportunity. Tingen is a small place. As the capital, Backlund has more opportunities."

"You're a genius. There's no need for you to..."

Before he could finish, Daly interrupted him. "So there's no need for me to stay here, is that it?"

"Who do you think I stayed here for?" There was anger in her voice, but also

hurt.

"Can you really bear to send me off to Backlund all alone?"

"Headquarters is there, and..." Dunn paused, as though making up his mind about something, then gritted his teeth and said, "And there are plenty of outstanding young people from the Church in Backlund. You could..."

In fact, the moment the words left his mouth, he realized he had said the wrong thing. Sure enough, after hearing that, Daly could no longer hold back her emotions.

"Enough!"

"Dunn Smith!" Daly flashed a radiant smile, staring at him with eyes that didn't share it.

"Go on. Say that again, if you dare."

"What I mean is, there's no need for you to..." Before he could finish, Daly walked straight up to him. Looking at her, now almost pressed against him, Dunn couldn't help swallowing.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Dunn like that, Daly sneered, suddenly leaned forward, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and sealed his lips with hers.

The sound of swallowing echoed through the office.

"Captain, here's this month's report..." Leonard pushed open the office door at precisely the wrong moment. Before he could finish, he saw the scene before him...

"Sorry for interrupting!" He hastily backed out.

At that moment, Pallez spoke from within Leonard. "I told you not to go in, kid."