The kindhearted "Fool"
Having received the God's approval, Hugh sat down in his place and, mimicking His words, said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
Klein hummed in agreement and continued his explanation:
"Miss Judgment," the Williams Street matter still needs your assistance to another member to wrap things up, so your official attendance at the party will be next week.
The meeting time is Monday afternoon at 3 pm, Backlund time.
As for how to wrap things up...
He smiled slightly, letting Miss "Judgment" see the scene of "the world" praying:
"Great ' Fool ' Mr., I hope someone can help report this matter to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery."
"In a safe and Concealment manner."
The report stated that "senior spies from Feysac and Intis gathered on Williams Street," and the specific unusual activity goes without saying.
As the prayer scene ended, Klein sighed silently to himself.
His gaze fell upon the silent, head bowed, seemingly questioning the meaning of life, the "Judgment": "You can first think about how much you want in return."
Hugh looked up blankly. "Isn't this a test?" "The test ended the moment you entered," Klein chuckled. "What follows is part of the commission."
While I'd love to get something for free, I simply can't bring myself to make someone else take on a risk for no reason... It's not in line with my principles...
Well, it's already good enough that we were able to eliminate the middleman and save unnecessary expenses this time. There's no need to be as greedy as that Vampire...
Amidst his flurry of thoughts, he saw the "Judgment" lady fall silent again, lost in thought, and then another scene materialized before him.
There were no visuals, only the somber, hoarse voice of "the world" echoing:
"Great ' Fool,' please tell the member who accepted the commission that I am willing to pay £100 or its equivalent as a reward."
The members of the Concealment meeting, after discovering something amiss, responded by reporting the church... Hugh couldn't understand it and was deeply shocked.
She forced herself to gather her thoughts and nodded in agreement to the payment:
Please help tell this member that I will handle this as soon as possible.
"What should we do then...?"
She paused, then asked in return, "Is it by reciting your Honorific Name?"
"That's right." Klein nodded slightly and smiled. "You should return to the Real World, if there are no other problems." "As you wish." Hugh rose from the fourth high-backed chair on the left and bowed.
As Klein severed the connection with the Crimson Star belonging to "Judgment," he was once again left alone in the boundless Gray Fog World.
He was waiting for the approaching 3 o'clock.
Meanwhile, in the Real World...
Hugh suddenly opened his eyes and found himself sitting perfectly fine in the carriage. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream after he had accidentally fallen asleep.
But her intuition told her that this was real.
Sizzle!
Hugh pulled out Tarot Card from his pocket—a deck his friend had asked him to buy for practicing divination—torn open, and pulled out a card.
Her gaze shifted downwards, silently glancing at the Angel holding the trumpet and the deceased awaiting redemption. She then placed the card into the deck and said to the coachman in front of her:
"I suddenly remembered I left something behind, let's go back to where we were."
She planned to find a few trustworthy friends and ask them to find someone to report the Williams Street incident to the the Two Churches.
... Inside a house rented by two women in the Cherwood Borough.
Albert quite consciously locked himself in an empty room on the second floor to read, leaving only traces of human presence in the Living Room.
Reluctantly releasing Lorry, Fors whispered with a blush on her face:
Are you in such a hurry to go back?
"Hmm." Lorry nodded slightly and explained, "There are too many people on the ship, and if we're gone for too long, they'll definitely notice."
He paused briefly, exhaling as he spoke:
"And first, we need to deal with some other minor problems."
The "minor trouble" Lorry was referring to was the tall, thin man who had tried to follow Fors that morning, who had now traveled to another city by Steam Train.
Seeing that Fors seemed a little downcast, he had a sudden thought, pulled her into his arms again, lifted her smooth chin, and kissed her hard.
Half a minute passed, Lorry leaned close to her earlobe, which was red as if it had been bleeding, and whispered, "I'll come back to be with you when a better opportunity comes along."
"I assure you."
Fors trembled slightly, her face flushed, and she nodded hurriedly. She struggled to break free from Lorry's grasp, her heart pounding as she crawled to the other side of the Long Sofa, her cheeks, ears, and even neck flushed.
"I... I'm going to the Washroom." After a brief eye contact, Fors chickened out and hurriedly fled to the Washroom, leaving behind only those words.
The Astrologer's Spirituality intuition told her:
If we don't leave soon, we'll most likely miss the afternoon's Tarot Club.
Looking at Fors's disheveled figure, Lorry couldn't help but smile. He then looked away, picked up the Newspaper from the Tea Table, and spread it on his lap.
After spending about ten minutes browsing the latest news about Backlund, he leisurely finished his cup of Black Tea and let out a long breath.
Immediately, he simulated "Teleportation" into the Spirit World, and his figure quickly disappeared.
after a while.
Squeak, the Washroom door quietly opened a crack.
With her blush still not completely gone, Fors peered cautiously through the crack in the door, only to find the Living Room completely empty.
She let out a breath, Door Opening and walked out, looking at the Long Sofa with a mixture of joy and fear. After a dozen seconds, she turned and went back into the Bedroom.
It's almost 3 o'clock. Go to Bing search to see the latest chapter!
The Fog Sea, the "Golden Dream".
Inside the room belonging to the Third Mate, Lorry's figure was sketched out inch by inch, and then thrown onto a dark black stone on the desk by the window.
Its surface appeared to be flowing with liquid, emitting a strong, foul odor.
This is the Beyonder Characteristic of the "Hunter" Pathway Sequence 8 "Provoker," emanating from a tall, thin man who is an outer member of the Einhorn Family.
This guy's status is too low, he doesn't even know why he came to Backlund... Recalling the "Spirit Channeling" just now, Lorry couldn't help but complain.
He gathered his thoughts, put the little incident behind him, and focused on studying the various materials about Norgar Island provided by "Vice Admiral Iceberg".
The afternoon passed quickly.
Lorry returned to his routine of going back and forth between three points: having dinner at the Pirate Restaurant and heading straight to Edwina's captain's cabin to continue their research.
They have made good progress recently and have successfully produced a reusable Underwater Breathing apparatus.
Although this is only a simple ability at Sequence 9, it is quite significant, fully demonstrating that Lorry's idea is feasible and has the potential for success. Tonight, they plan to choose a Mid-Sequence ability to create a prop.
If successful, the next step is to get straight to the point.