This was actually a question Klein had been considering since Little Sun Derrick had sought help at the bottom of the temple last time.
For years, the residents of the City of Silver had been able to eat only the foul-tasting black-faced grass, and the consequence was that they had to kill their relatives themselves to prevent them from turning into monsters after death.
Actually, with the suitcase Edward had provided, the Tarot Club members could buy food elsewhere and pass it on to Derrick. But food in this era was not nearly as abundant as one might imagine, and feeding the entire population of the City of Silver this way would be rather difficult.
But if Frank really could invent a mushroom that consumed monsters' flesh and blood and became edible without any negative effects, it would solve the City of Silver's food problem in one stroke!
Frank's eyes lit up at Klein's words. Already muttering to himself as he worked out how to do it, he turned and ran back into the cabin.
Heath Doyle's pale face was full of worry. "Oh, Mr. Sparrow, I hope... your suggestion won't lead to even more frightening results."
"Frank never stops anyway. It makes no difference," Klein said mildly.
Just then, the sound of prayers suddenly rang in his ears.
"I'm going to the washroom."
Leaving those words behind, he hurried into the cabin and returned to the washroom in his room, then took four steps counterclockwise and entered Sefirah Castle.
Deep in the gray fog, the crimson star representing Miss Justice was constantly expanding and contracting. Klein extended a finger and spread his spirituality outward, and a blurry image of Audrey immediately appeared deep in the gray fog:
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I have something I'd like to discuss with Mr.