The Hanged Man silently speculated about which Pathway Mr. The Tower belonged to.
As for Mr. Fool, despite his immense amazement, he remained perfectly composed on the surface. He smiled. "A very interesting performance."
Then he lowered his head to read the diary:
"March 2. My recent words and actions seem to have aroused the suspicions of the people around me. Looks like I need to be more careful, lest these 'natives' burn me to death as a devil."
"March 3. While using the toilet yesterday..."
"March 4..."
"March 5. Miss Malti is really pretty."
Klein quickly finished the first page, which contained little of substance. The gray fog concealed his twitching lips. This fellow transmigrator really wrote absolutely everything in his diary. Was he that confident no one who came after him would understand it?
He turned to the second page:
"Sigh, I'm so bored. There's nothing here."
"I really want to go home. Sob, sob."
"So bored, so bored, so bored."
After a brief moment of confusion, Klein's heart began pounding wildly. The gray fog almost failed to conceal his shock.
This diary page hadn't been written by Emperor Roselle!
Neither the writing style nor the tone could possibly have come from the same person!
How was that possible?
Had someone later deciphered Chinese characters, or was there another transmigrator in this world?!
Although Klein lost his composure for only a few seconds, Audrey still caught it. Even Mr. Fool was shocked by this diary page?
"Very good."
Klein dispersed the parchment in his hand, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at Edward.
"Mr. The Tower, how did your attempt turn out?"
Edward bowed respectfully, his face filled with fervor and excitement. "It worked!"
"My potion is just a tiny bit away from being completely digested!"