The Fool's Speculations
When in doubt, consult divination.
During the three minutes of silence that followed, Klein performed divinations on the following questions: "Has the ' Magician ' revealed his existence and that of the Tarot Club to others?", "Will keeping the ' Magician ' in the Tarot Club bring him negative changes?", and "Does the ' Magician ' and her friends harbor ill intentions towards him?". He received genuine and effective feedback from all of these questions.
And the results were very satisfactory.
Therefore, he decided not to make things difficult for himself and to remain inactive for the time being.
Let's observe for a while longer before making a decision.
As for the "Blessed" he had never met, Klein felt that the other party's cooperation was probably due to the tacit understanding between intelligent people.
Judging from his past achievements, this Great Writer was clearly exceptionally intelligent.
Perhaps he guessed something from the reward offered for finding out about the "Fool" a while ago, or from his interactions with the "Magician".
However, for certain purposes, they intentionally covered for themselves.
Perhaps it's because they can't bear to give up the Tarot Club's connections, or perhaps they're struggling to resist the allure of a beautiful woman, worrying that they'll no longer be able to protect "The Magician."
The former is quite likely, and the latter is equally probable.
After all, judging from the Newspaper reports, this Great Writer is not very old, and judging from the light and shadow, the "Magician" lady is obviously a beauty.
After careful consideration, Klein felt that this was probably the truth.
With this thought in mind, a sudden idea struck him.
Regardless of the reason, the other party clearly needs something from you. In that case, the initiative is still in your hands!
Freebies are free, why not take advantage of them?
Similarly, why not take advantage of free "Blessed"?
Thinking this, "The Fool" Klein tapped the weathered long table with his finger, looked at "The Magician" and chuckled, "I respect his wishes."
"When you get back, you can tell him about Roselle's Diary."
"Yes," said Mr. Fool. Fors was still filled with fear of this God, and nodded in agreement without hesitation.
She looked around and, finding no one speaking for the moment, decided to continue, asking everyone how to solve the problem of accumulating too many Beyonder Characteristic at the same level.
One minute later.
Fors was so shocked by the idea of "having three or four children" that she couldn't calm down for a long time and didn't listen carefully to the discussion that followed.
It wasn't until the Tarot Club was about to end that she finally snapped out of her daze and hurriedly asked "The Sun" to collect Beyonder Characteristic related to the "Marauder's " Pathway.
Back to reality, Audrey didn't rush to get up. She shed the relaxed facade she had maintained at the Tarot Club, and a deep worry flashed in her jewel-like eyes.
After a moment of silent contemplation, she gritted her teeth and walked outside, intending to tell her parents about it.
Of course, the dangerous factors will be omitted.
This was the result of a final discussion, a consensus reached by everyone, which greatly increases the chances of avoiding appearing in the story.
The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, City of Generosity.
Alger Will left the Inn and headed toward a Concealment underground trading market.
His target was the hair of the Deep Sea Naga.
If there Human-Skin Shadow figures there, he wouldn't miss it.
At the same time, he would deliberately provoke a few fools, telling the church that he had accidentally discovered a group of Beyonder from the land.
Under interrogation, the other party revealed a shocking piece of information:
Catastrophe seems imminent in Backlund!
15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough.
All I want is to Advancement the Sequence and get revenge on Ince Will. Why do I always get dragged into all this trouble...? Klein smiled bitterly, speechless.
He planned to make time to visit the "Luck" bar later—the location "Machinery Hivemind" had assigned for submitting intelligence.
Meanwhile, at Fors and Hugh's residence.
"I feel like I've forgotten something..."
Fors sat on the bed, frowning slightly in bewilderment as he muttered to himself.
A few seconds later, she strode out, muttering to herself, "If I can't remember, it must not be important. Why waste time thinking about it?"
"Are you awake?" Hugh asked, looking up from the Sofa as he read a novel.
Fors nodded and hummed in agreement, then gestured for her friend to head out. "We should go buy the groceries; this is our last meal in Backlund this year!"
Xiu puts down the book and, when the other person isn't looking, subtly pouts.
Do you think I believe this?
If that guy doesn't come, you probably won't be this enthusiastic about your last meal in Backlund this year, or even your last meal before the Apocalypse.
She grumbled inwardly as she reluctantly went back inside to change into her outdoor clothes.
Tuesday morning.
"I really don't understand why we have to leave so early?" Hugh yawned as he walked out of the room, carrying his Suitcase.
She absentmindedly put her Suitcase on the carriage, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
Where is the driver?
Hugh always acts faster than he thinks.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lorry chuckled softly in the carriage, "There's no driver. There are still quite a few days until the New Year, so we'll take turns driving to Desi Bay."
Xiu paused for a moment:
Why not take Steam Train?
"The ticket is too expensive," Lorry replied without hesitation.
Hugh's lips twitched slightly, seemingly disgusted by the answer, and he reached for his Suitcase: "Give it back to me, you can go yourselves."
Fors quickly stopped him, giving Lorry a disapproving look:
"Can you please stop teasing her all the time?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Hugh:
"The driver went to the street corner to buy us Breakfast, he'll be right back."
"The reason we set off so early is to catch the earliest Steam Train to Pritz Harbor and then take a boat to Desi Bay."
"Alright, Hugh, come on up. Haven't you always wanted to see the ocean?"
Xiu pursed her lips, glanced at Lorry with annoyance, said nothing more, and nimbly leaped into the carriage, sitting down next to Fors.
Before long, the driver returned with freshly baked Desi Pie and hot Milk.
With a snap of the whip, the carriage slowly began to move.
As Fors glanced back through the curtains, Hugh seized the opportunity, his expression rather awkward, and almost silently said thank you to the person opposite him.
"What did you say?" Lorry asked, frowning.
Hugh suddenly flew into a rage:
"Go to hell!"
She clearly saw the other person's lips move; they had obviously heard her.
Fors turned to look at the two of them, her face blank. Albert lowered his head, his glossy black hair trembling like waves.
Factory District, Posner Face Mask Factory.
Under the arrangement of the supervisor and team leader, more than 100 workers are continuously moving boxes of new Face Mask from the warehouse to the open space in front of the boss's office.
Knowing about their year-end bonuses, they were working enthusiastically, completely unaware that a massive black vehicle was parked not far away.
at the same time.
Joe, a former bankrupt businessman and now the First Manager Face Mask Factory, successfully rented his dream holiday spot for £200 with the help of Broker.
It came from a baron whose family had fallen on hard times; this place had once been their family's hunting grounds.
Standing in the rare sunlight, Qiao silently pondered:
"It's supposed to be the 23rd, but it's actually just one day away. After get off work tomorrow, employees who live nearby can bring their families to stay here."
"At that time, we will need to rent quite a few carriages in advance. I can take a slightly detour and give Kohler and his friends a ride along."
He has already promised to come.
Qiao Wei looked up, squinting unconsciously in the blinding sunlight.
He felt this year was wonderful.
Luck.