As soon as the words fell, several of those present instinctively looked toward The Tower's empty seat. Given his "relationship" with the True Creator, he would surely be able to offer some reliable advice.
At the head of the Bronze Long Table, The Fool, who had seemed to be watching quietly, spoke:
"Flesh, ravings."
Derrick looked rather lost.
Alger thought for a moment before saying, "When the time comes, communicate more with Elder Lovia. She clearly believes in the True Creator and should be able to give you some correct advice."
"All right."
Next came a period of requests to buy and offers to sell various Beyonder materials. Moon Emlyn, who had been listening, witnessed a deal being concluded. After some thought, he asked eagerly:
"Does anyone know how a Sanguine can increase his strength without relying on gifts from his elders?"
Sanguine?
Alger was taken aback at first, then his brow relaxed.
A vampire that lurked deep in the darkness, oozed pus all over, and moved like the wind? Derrick could not help turning to study Emlyn as well.
Audrey, Priscilla, and Fors merely glanced over in silence.
Under all those gazes, Moon Emlyn suddenly felt rather at a loss. He vaguely realized that he seemed to have asked something he should not have.
Why are you looking at me? Am I not allowed to have a Sanguine friend? Should I explain... No, what's wrong with being a Sanguine? I am a Sanguine. There's nothing wrong with admitting it!
We Sanguine have a long history, long lives, and vast accumulated wealth. We are a noble race! You aren't all that impressive yourselves. The items you just traded were at most at the Sequence 6 level!
At this thought, Emlyn raised his chin and added proudly:
"Yes, I am a