"Judgment" joined the Tarot Club for the first time

"You're asking me? I'd like to ask you the same thing..." Fors tapped the manuscript, stuffed it into a special file folder, yawned, and said:

I've been quite tired lately, and I didn't have an appointment today, so I won't go.

"And you?"

Hugh had originally planned to say that too, but then she thought, what if her friend came looking for her at the party later? Who knows what might happen?

After a moment's thought, he said:

"I have an appointment with someone from MI9 this afternoon, so I'm leaving now."

She was referring to the Golden Mask Man who sold the "Sheriff" Formula at Mr. A's gatherings. After several encounters, the two had already guessed each other's identities.

Upon hearing this, Fors breathed a sigh of relief, but then quickly reminded his friend:

"It's fine to take on some commissions to earn money or exchange for Potion Formula, but don't get too involved. They're not good people."

You know something about him.

Even with that guy, Fors still cares about me... Feeling the sincerity in his friend's tone, Hugh felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

She gave a soft "Mmm" and said with concern, "Go back and rest if you're tired. There's no rush to write the article."

I'm going out.

Fors nodded, "I'm going back to my room to sleep too."

As they spoke, Hugh stood up from the Single Sofa, Fors turned around, and the two ladies exchanged a glance before simultaneously looking away.

At this moment, the minute hand of the wall clock is at the "9" position.

As usual, after changing into his outdoor clothes and Leather Boots, a look of anxiety appeared on his face the moment he closed the door.

She quickly recalled the location of the nearest Inn and hurried there.

Ten minutes later.

Hugh lay on the bed in the room she had booked with forged Identity Documents, her breathing slightly rapid, her cheeks flushed, and water droplets still clinging to her skin.

"Finally made it... Luckily I knew there was a small Inn here..." she thought with relief as she fanned herself with her palms to cool down.

As her breathing gradually calmed, she saw streaks of Red Light.

... It was 3 p. m. Backlund time, in Gray Fog World.

Stone pillars support the high Vault, and in the ancient and magnificent palace, figures emerge around the mottled Bronze Long Table.

"Another new member?" "Justice" Audrey habitually glanced around and immediately noticed the new figure beside "The Hermit".

A woman with blonde hair reaching her shoulders, not very tall... Has Miss Hugh finally passed Mr. Fool's test?

After a brief observation, the "Spectator" quickly came to a guess and subtly shifted his gaze, attempting to verify it through the "Magician's" reaction.

Fors naturally noticed this new member as well, scanning the other's physical features up and down through the "Hermit" lady.

Suddenly, astonishment flashed in her blue eyes, and her brows furrowed deeply.

That hair color, that height... is she Hugh?

Based on their familiarity with each other and a vague Spirituality intuition, she made the judgment without hesitation that the new member was her roommate.

Xio Derecha!

As these thoughts flashed through her mind, Fors suddenly recalled what had just happened at home, and couldn't help feeling both annoyed and amused.

Please visit [website address] to see the latest chapter! Didn't you go to meet with the people from MI9?

How did you end up here!

Meanwhile, the other members were doing similar things.

Including newly joined members.

The man, judging from his silhouette, was likely young. He had a sinister air about him, with a deathly aura, and wore a hooded black robe...

A young man, with a nonchalant demeanor and a somewhat casual posture, dressed what appeared to be the Cleric's Robe from the Church of the Earth Mother; he had black hair and red...

Wait, red eyes?!

Hugh's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the strange commission he had received earlier.

When I reported something important last time, I obtained an emergency contact point through an intermediary. There was a Church of the Church of the Earth Mother nearby...

The person who came to meet me seemed to be dressed similarly...

Could he be the one who issued the commission? Thinking this, Hugh gave the young man a deep look, then turned his gaze to the person beside him.

The next second, she couldn't help but purse her lips tightly. This person is so tall; even when he's sitting, he's about the same height as me when I'm standing... If only he could share some with me...

He sighed quietly and began to observe carefully.

His facial features give me a youthful impression, so he shouldn't be too old... As for his clothes, uh, I don't think I've seen them before...

To describe it using fashion magazine descriptions, perhaps it should be called retro style?

Men, mostly in their late thirties to early forties, have messy hair that looks like seaweed, and a relatively rare deep blue color...

This hair color is quite common among the "Mandated Punishers," so is he a member of the Church of Storms? Hugh, who has dealt with the "Mandated Punishers" a few times, guessed this.

Of course, she considered it a friendly interaction, but her friend disagreed, feeling it was more like a cat-and-mouse game.

Then, Hugh's gaze swept over the Gray Fog figure at the head of the Bronze Long Table, nodded slightly, and then moved on to the first member in the same row.

A very young girl with beautiful blonde hair and emerald green eyes...

She possesses an elegant demeanor and dignified posture, suggesting she has received a formal education; judging from this, she must come from an aristocratic family...

She was wearing a lot of jewelry, including earrings, necklaces, rings, and bracelets, and her clothes looked quite expensive; her family must be very wealthy...

I couldn't see her face clearly, but I'd guess she must be very beautiful... Speaking of which, I've actually seen people this Luck in real life... However, I've only seen one... uh, two... Miss Audrey from the Earl Hall, and Miss Melanie, the daughter of the previous Duke Negan...

Unfortunately, after her father's death, this young lady was used as a tool for political marriage by her brother, the the New Duke Negan... Alas, the Believer of the "Lord of Storms" are so domineering, they don't care about women's opinions at all. Fortunately, I have always been a devout believer in the Goddess...

Xiu shifted her gaze, pulling herself out of her wandering thoughts, and looked past the pretty blonde girl to the second member in the same row.

She was also a young woman, but probably a little older than the previous one, with brown hair... a fairly common hair color...

The clothes she's wearing... uh, why do they look so familiar? They look a bit like Fors's pajamas. Maybe it's just my imagination?

How could anyone wear pajamas to a party like this... Hmm, it must be my imagination... Hugh said to himself, suddenly frowning.

Wait, brown hair, and slightly curly at that?

She paused for two seconds, then leaned forward slightly to allow her gaze to bypass the woman in the middle and make a more detailed observation.

Then, she met a deep, unsettling gaze.