The associations sparked by the gentleman thief "Black Emperor"

As soon as the words were spoken, almost everyone except "The Sun" looked at Mr. "The Fool" sitting at the head of the Bronze Long Table, seemingly waiting for his reaction.

Uh... "The Sun" Derrick was a beat slow, and quickly followed suit.

Unfortunately, the Fool remained calm as always within the thick Gray Fog.

"Justice" Audrey recounted the Truth she knew with slight disappointment, partly from the Newspaper and partly from her friend Cons.

The "The Lovers" card, the Safe... Klein, the "Fool," twitched slightly, desperately wanting to deny that this matter was related to the Tarot Club.

But the other indications are too clear, leaving him no room for other interpretations.

Especially considering the Lanevus incident came first.

Klein wasn't sure if "Miss Justice" and "Miss Magician," who knew a lot about the inside story, were aware of the scene of the conman's death.

He steeled himself and said in a calm tone:

"My Blessed made a small contribution to this matter."

At the same time, I added two sentences in my mind:

"Of course, there may be others who made contributions."

"But no matter who you are, please don't sabotage me!"

But then Klein realized he was overthinking things.

For the opponent to cause my divination to fail in the Gray Fog Space, besides having corresponding Anti-Divination methods, their own status must be quite high.

Such an existence would hardly intersect with the still relatively weak members of the Tarot Club.

There's already one Mr. Azik on either side who they've mistaken for my subordinate, so I don't care about adding another Blessed like you. I don't care whether you agree or not.

Anyway, from now on, you're my Blessed... Klein thought to himself, feeling a sudden surge of satisfaction.

I didn't do anything, and suddenly I have a powerful Blessed.

Tsk tsk.

"Just as I Justice!" Audrey cheered inwardly, her eyes sparkling.

As expected! He is Blessed of Mr. "Fool," and my previous guess was correct! We belong to the same Concealment organization!

Fors also cheered inwardly.

At the same time, she was even more looking forward to borrowing Roselle's Notes from someone when she got back.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," glanced at the two women opposite him and could understand their feelings.

In fact, when he learned that Qilingus had died at the hands of a High Sequence powerhouse in the "Grim Reaper" realm, he was no less shocked than they were.

This is the power of the God... The Hanged Man thought to himself.

"Knock knock."

The soft tapping sound startled everyone awake.

"The Fool" Klein said casually, "One of my Blessed acquired two Beyonder traits in this matter and hopes to sell them as soon as possible. One trait corresponds to Sequence 8 ' Sheriff,' and the other to Sequence 7 ' Interrogator.'"

A certain Blessed... This means He has more than one Blessed... Such a small harvest clearly wasn't his... "Sheriff's " Beyonder Characteristic... Fors thought of Hugh abandoning the mission because of him, and immediately spoke without hesitation:

"Mr. Fool, how many Pound does your Blessed desire?"

"600 pounds."

"The Fool" Klein spoke calmly, as if he didn't care about such a trivial matter at all.

Phew, thankfully... I have the 200 pounds I earned last time as a middleman, so the Pound should be enough... Besides, Hugh has some savings...

Fors a sigh of relief:

I will Sacrifice as soon as possible.

"The Fool" Klein nodded casually, offering no further response, and instead began teaching several members of the Tarot Club the Chinese characters for numbers and dates.

Then, the Tarot Club ended before Spirituality depletion.

The figures of "Justice" and others disappeared one after another, and the Gray Fog Space became empty again. He removed his disguise and comfortably leaned back on his bench.

"I'm really tired... At least they won't buy counterfeit goods again now..." A low sigh echoed from the tranquil Gray Fog.

Back in the Real World, Fors sat down at his desk and began to conceive the stories told by the various characters on the third day of the Decameron.

"It's really hard to write... It hardly feels like a novel."

"It's a collection of short stories!"

Five minutes later, she reached out to grab her Brown Curly Hair in frustration, but then seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly put her hand down with an embarrassed expression.

The stories of the first and second days were alright.

Based on her own experiences and the knowledge she accumulated as a writer, she managed to piece together a story, but the rest of the story was entirely up to her own imagination.

This meant that several days passed, and the top sheet of paper remained mostly blank.

"It's not like what Hugh said. I'd rather lie on the Sofa doing nothing than rush to finish a manuscript. It's just that..." Fors's mutterings trailed off slightly.

She swallowed back the words "no inspiration" and changed her words to:

"I think I also need to go out and gather materials."

At this point, Fors suddenly recalled her experience in Constant City, her eyes lit up, and she was inspired to come up with several story outlines in an instant.

for example:

A con artist couple posed as foreign tourists and orchestrated a shocking scam.

A pair of highly skilled Knight stumbled upon a shady Tour Guide. They cleverly pretended to be tricked and dealt a heavy blow to the Gang behind the scenes, ridding the area of a scourge.

A fake couple mistakenly entered the Lovers' Grove, only to receive a blessing from the Tree Spirit...

This constant flow of inspiration gave her an urge to sit down and write immediately, but after consideration, she suppressed it.

Fors quickly changed into her outdoor clothes, preparing to go out to buy fresh ingredients.

Lorry had already arranged to visit her tonight.

Hugh also said he was going home for dinner.

To reward her friend who had been working hard all day, Fors decided to cook for her herself.

Dusk falls and night seems to come in the blink of an eye; just moments ago, the sky was ablaze with colorful clouds, and now night has fallen, with the Crimson Moon illuminating the earth.

Inside the residence of Fors and Hugh in the Cherwood Borough.

"I knew you'd be here today as soon as I walked in and saw Fors in the Kitchen." Hugh sat on the Single Sofa, giving Lorry a disgruntled look.

"You're being sarcastic again, and it seems you eat quite a bit every time..." Lorry pouted and called towards the Kitchen, "Ahem, Fors, don't tell me you're not hungry."

You don't need to do her share anymore.

Fors, unaware of the situation, let out an "Ah," her tone full of doubt.

Didn't she say she was coming back for dinner?

Xiu's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly called out:

I didn't say that!

That guy is lying to you again!

After saying that, she glared at Lorry and began reading the novel on the Tea Table.

Lorry glanced at the cover and chuckled.

"Wow, Great Detective Sherlock Volume Two... Good taste."

Hugh had barely read two lines when he heard someone chattering beside him. Realizing that it was the author himself, he felt even worse.

Can you please be quiet for a moment?

Lorry sighed, "I'm doing this for your own good. The case isn't resolved at the end of the Volume Two, so I suggest you watch it along with the third."

Xiu's hand, which was about to turn the page, froze in mid-air.

The storyline wasn't written completely again?

This guy has a criminal record!