The Spectator Duo
Their eyes met.
Hugh suddenly felt a pang of self-reproach.
She had previously insisted that the description of "eyes that can speak" in the novel was absurd, but at this moment she felt that the truth might not be so.
My friend's eyes seem to be speaking; they're asking:
What are you doing here?
As this thought flashed through his mind, Xiu couldn't help but feel guilty and looked away. But then he remembered that Fors had also deceived him, so he immediately glared back at her.
Do the two of them know each other?
"The Sun" Derrick, "The Moon" Emlyn, and "The Hermit" Cattleya all had the same thought at that moment.
It wasn't difficult to deduce this from their actions.
"They know each other. Is the new member another candidate recommended by ' Justice '?" Alger the Hanged Man wondered to himself.
He had long suspected the relationship between "The Magician" and "Justice," and a previous Tarot Club directly confirmed his suspicions.
Beautiful... I love watching... Klein, the "Fool," sat at the head of the Bronze Long Table, a subtle smile playing on his lips beneath the Gray Fog. Ever since he was brought in for the "Judgment" last week, he had been looking forward to seeing this scene.
On the one hand, it's out of a desire to have some fun.
On the other hand, the two ladies' reactions precisely confirmed what "Miss Justice" had said when she recommended them:
"They are all Beyonder, each with their own circles and resources in Backlund, and they are quite Secrecy and have good personalities."
The "Magician" lady is indeed trustworthy; she's been attending Tarot Club for so long, keeping it a secret not only from her "friends" but also from her roommate whom she lives with every day...
Thinking about it this way, Klein couldn't help but think even more highly of her.
Among those with a similar "amusement" mentality was "Justice" Audrey, who chuckled inwardly and contentedly withdrew her gaze.
That's why she didn't greet everyone at the very beginning.
Audrey lifted her skirt slightly and looked towards the head of the long, weathered table:
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!
Then, just like when the "Hermit" lady first attended the Tarot Club, she greeted each member in turn according to the order in which they joined.
Fors gave her friend a "we'll talk about it later" look, Fors looked away and turned to respond to another friend's greeting. Hugh silently matched the characteristics he had just observed with their code names, politely responding to "Justice's " questioning gaze:
"Judgment."
Audrey nodded slightly.
"Good afternoon, Miss Judgment."
She did it on purpose... What an innocent and carefree noblewoman... Klein chuckled to himself, noticing this through her emotional expression, and lightly tapped the edge of the Bronze Long Table with his finger.
At the same time, he sighed inwardly with a sense of regret, "Miss Justice didn't mention it, probably because she couldn't get her hands on Roselle's Diary this week."
"I knew it, getting something for free isn't that easy..."
After thinking for a moment, he smiled and spoke:
"You may begin."
"The Sun" Derrick was the first to speak:
"Miss Magician, I've received the two Spirit Eater stomachs you requested. Mr. Fool can deliver them to you after the party."
Please visit... to read the latest chapter! Address: He never liked owing others anything, yet he had received so much kindness from them. Finally, he had a chance to repay them, and he was extremely excited.
The Spirit Eater's Stomach? Isn't that one of the Main Ingredient of "Trickmaster"?
What would Fors need this for? She's already an "Astrologer," and two at that. Is she going to steam or fry it?
Hugh was inwardly criticizing his friend when a blind spot suddenly occurred to him: the tall boy across the street, nicknamed "Sun," addressed his friend as "you" (formal).
As she thought about it, a sense of bewilderment welled up in her heart.
Fors nodded happily upon hearing this:
"Okay, thank you," said Mr. "Sun".
"I will remember to deduct this portion from your debt."
debt?
Hugh blinked, suddenly feeling like he didn't recognize his friend anymore.
While lost in thought, she saw Mr. Moon next to "Sun" raise his hand slightly, smile, and then speak:
"Miss Magician, the materials I promised have been obtained from the other tribesmen, and with my payment, the total is three thousand pounds." Tribesmen? Hugh couldn't help but glance at her sideways.
"Moon" Emlyn noticed the new member's gaze, subtly straightened his back, and coughed lightly with restraint, saying:
"That's right, I am a noble Sanguine."
"A Sanguine Baron."
"Who asked you..." Xiu thought to himself, speechless.
Sanguine? Aren't they just Vampire? The kind of handsome guys with pustules under their skin, mentioned in Fors's poorly selling novel.
As her thoughts wandered, she heard her friend's joyful voice:
"No problem.
"After the party, I will ask Mr. ' Fool ' to pass them on."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the Hanged Man, who was closest to the Fool, looking at his friend. "I've gotten what I promised last time."
"..."
Hugh glanced blankly at his smiling friend, a sense of existential unease creeping over him. Was this... just his imagination? Why did Fors seem so prominent? The first three deals at the party all involved her...
The idea only lasted for less than half a minute in her mind.
After the "Hanged Man" finished speaking, she saw that the "World" at the bottom, as well as the "Justice" and "The Hermit" in the same row, also approached their friends.
Hugh was starting to feel numb.
In less than five minutes, his roommate, at what appeared to be a Concealment gathering of God, handled transactions involving more than £15,000.
Of course, she has now come to her senses that the person who needs these things is not her friend, but the person who was pinned down by her friend that day.
But that guy is only Sequence 7! And he just recently spent a huge sum of money to buy a large tract of land. Where did he get so much money?
Xiu looked bewildered, feeling as if his understanding was constantly being challenged.
While lost in thought, she heard her friend's voice again.
After obtaining permission from Mr. Fool, Fors conjured up a list of materials corresponding to the number of members and handed it to each member.
Then, she spoke with a smile:
"Gentlemen, this is a long-term commission. As long as I haven't said it's over, you can sell me the materials you collect whenever you find them."
"The corresponding prices are marked above. You can request Pound or other forms of payment, and I will try my best to fulfill them."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Gray Fog fell silent.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Miss Magician, if I'm not mistaken, you'll need to pay at least 15,000 pounds after today's party."
This is no small number, even to your "friends".
"What if, I mean, what if we go to great lengths to get what you need, but you don't have the money to pay for it?"