The Long-Awaited Tarot Club

"Tap tap tap, tap tap tap."

As the knocking sounded, Hugh's voice came into the Bedroom: "Dinner's ready, Fors. That guy brought back a big meal."

"Fors, Fors?"

Are you alright?

In the room, Fors buried her head under the pillow, resolutely adhering to the ostrich principle, determined that she would rather starve to death than leave the Bedroom.

A few minutes later, it became quiet outside the door, and she heard footsteps gradually fading away.

Hugh, that guy... why did he ask "Are you alright?" I'm not alright at all... Waaah, how could I have done something like that...

And then Hugh happened to see it... This is outrageous, so embarrassing, I want to die... Someone kill me, or at least make me lose control...

Why isn't today a full moon or a blood moon?

The black crown was carelessly tossed aside, and the writer lay on the bed, utterly dejected, wishing she could tear the pillow apart and crawl inside.

Her fair skin flushed pink as she writhed frantically on the bed, like a shrimp about to be cooked, desperately trying to escape her cage.

"Aaaaaah! I must be possessed today, how could I do such a thing?!"

"Being caught red-handed by Hugh is Awkwardness enough for a few days... but the most crucial thing is, what will he think of me? Will he think I'm frivolous and easy?"

"Although I write romance novels and have read some underground literature that is banned in the Kingdom when I am looking for inspiration, I am really not that kind of person!"

Before I met him, I never had any interest in men who tried to get close to me, and I even doubted that I was attracted to the same sex!

What was I thinking at the time?

Why did I suddenly think of imitating a plot point from underground literature?

Should I take the initiative to explain to him, or wait for him to ask me first?

"Great God of Steam and Machinery, no, great Mr. Fool, please guide me, all-powerful one, what should I do?"

"I'm going crazy... Waaaaah..."

The writer's tearful Self- accusations echoed in the Bedroom.

Her voice was actually very soft, but the room was quiet enough, and the Potion had given Lorry extraordinary senses, so he could hear her clearly even from outside the door.

Not to mention he was standing right by the bedside. He continued to pray to the great God of Steam and Machinery; whether He could offer guidance, I don't know, but he changed it to the great "Fool"...

"Aren't you worried he'll lead you astray? "Klein muttered to himself, a forced smile creeping onto Lorry lips.

Fors so adorable right now that it's almost tempting to commit a crime.

The extent to which she cared about him brought him an indescribable joy and satisfaction, both physically and emotionally.

This pleasure and satisfaction even surpassed the Advancement one's own Sequence.

Lost in thought, Lorry smiled and said gently:

I wouldn't want you to go crazy.

As soon as the words were spoken, Fors on the bed was Lightning Strike.

She stopped muttering and shifting her body, remaining frozen in place as if under a petrifying spell from a novel.

She slowly turned her head, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"When did you get here?"

"Mr. Fool," please, he must have just arrived... no, he heard my last words, he must have arrived when I said those last words... Fors swore he had never been so devout to this ancient being who seemed to be God, even though He had offered him protection many times.

Lorry chuckled and beckoned to the writer.

Fors hesitated for two seconds, then obediently crawled over and sat at the foot of the bed, raising her flushed face and looking at him with incredibly expectant eyes.

Their eyes met.

Lorry gently stroked the writer's face:

"When you said you were possessed by an evil spirit."

As he spoke, he sat down next to the woman, leaned slightly closer to her earlobe, and said, "Actually, you don't need to explain what happened just now."

"I quite like it."

Fors for a few seconds, then blinked innocently.

"Hold head high?"

"If you don't believe me, you can try again." Lorry shrugged.

Fors "Uh!" and suddenly came to his senses. Relieved of his mental burden, he chuckled and shook his head, saying, "No, I trust you. Besides, we've really used up today's quota."

My mouth still hurts.

You just said that too..."Lorry thought to himself as he got up.

"Let's go out to eat."

Restaurant area.

After a long day, Xiu indulged in a delicious meal, sweating profusely as she ate, but she didn't forget to tell her friend, "You should try this spicy diced chicken."

"It's really delicious."

Hugh, I know... I can tell from how you ate almost half of it all by yourself... but sorry, I can't eat spicy food today...

Fors grunted twice to appease her friend, but just like before, she only reached for the few light dishes with her fork.

Having used up her daily allowance, she really couldn't eat anything too spicy or stimulating.

After dinner, the three of them, as always, decided who would clean the house by Fight Evil," and the " Interrogator, " whose card skills were terrible, was once again given the important task. Amidst murmurs like "You guys definitely cheated together" and "Don't use coins next time you play cards,"Fors leaned against Lorry's chest and laughed heartily.

Albert slowly came over from the Balcony, lay down at Lorry's feet, wagged his tail vigorously, and looked up at his mistress with his big, watery eyes.

All of this could not possibly escape the eyes of the "Marauder".

Fors explained with a smile:

"Albert might need a Mystical Item to help him digest the Potion."

She briefly explained her idea: to have Albert use "Psychological Invisibility" to sneak into the Interrogation Room Hypnosis the suspect during the interrogation.

After saying that, she asked with bright, sparkling eyes:

Do you think it's feasible?

Lorry gave a strange look, took out the "Dieter" Copper Whistle, and laughed, "I think coincidence is no longer enough to describe the tacit understanding between us."

"This is a Mystical Item that perfectly matches your vision. The Starting Price is six thousand pounds, and half of the amount exceeding that is yours."

He then relayed the introduction of "Vice Admiral Iceberg" verbatim.

Fors listened with delight, nodding repeatedly; under the Sofa, Albert grinned broadly, his tail wagging wildly. Further away, Hugh, wiping the table, couldn't help but glance over.

Just how rich is this guy? He buys Mystical Item worth six thousand pounds so easily. Doesn't he worry at all that nobody will want it and it'll just sit in his hands?

Albert is so lucky.

And Fors makes money way too easily... just by talking, she could probably earn hundreds of pounds... she thought with a touch of envy.

At this point, Lorry poured cold water on Albert's enthusiasm, saying, "Don't get too excited. Mystical Item aren't free; you need to pay for your work."

"Please give your orders, Master," Albert said nonchalantly.

I am a dog.

What kind of labor can a dog provide?

It's nothing more than guarding the house; I've done similar things before.

Lorry smiled and glanced at him, saying:

"You know I own 200,000 mu of land in the far northwest suburbs, right?"

"After a while, Fors will give you a Mystical Item called the ' Harvest Garland,' which you will wear to catalyze the crops on these lands." Two hundred thousand acres? Albert's dog-like face froze instantly.

As a dog who loved learning, he maintained his habit of reading books even after the absence of teachers, Exam, and homework.

Although no one taught me.

But through self-study, he has already mastered basic numbers and units.

For example... twenty, for example... ten thousand.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Albert swayed, forcing a hint of human-like obsequiousness, and weakly said, "Master, I suddenly don't want to Advancement, is that alright?"

As he spoke, he cast a pleading look at the woman of the house.

Not far away, Hugh, who loved watching the drama unfold, laughed without any restraint.

As it turned out, Albert's previous tireless errand-running hadn't been in vain. Fors glanced at the trembling pet dog and scolded:

"Stop teasing Albert, look how scared he is! The ' Harvest Garland ' has such a small effective range, only 200,000 acres... Do you want to work him to death?"

"Then there won't be anyone... uh, no dog to buy me food and pay the bills." Albert nodded "uh-huh" and continued to look at Lorry pitifully.

Lorry chuckled and stopped teasing the dog, "I'll tell you what to do then, you just need to run errands. Don't worry, you won't be exhausted."

Hearing this, Albert finally breathed a sigh of relief and started wagging his tail again.

After moving on from that topic, the two began chatting casually. A moment later, Hugh, who had finished cleaning up the Restaurant, also came over with a cup of freshly brewed Black Tea and joined them.

Before long, the tea party turned into a storytelling session.

As the Crimson Moon rose higher, Lorry, whose throat was parched from talking, would occasionally take a few sips of his Black Tea, while Hugh would quite consciously take on the role of the Maid pouring water.

Amidst the refreshing aroma of tea, the two ladies and the black dog on the ground listened quietly.

Night deepened.

Time flies.

Drifting on the boundless blue sea, it's easier to lose track of time.

In the central part of the Fog Sea, the "Future" ship, with Admiral of Stars "Cattleya passing by on the deck, was greeted by crew members as she went. She nodded in response as she approached her captain's cabin.

Push the door open and enter.

Cattleya glanced back at the wall clock hanging directly above the front door and saw that the hands were frozen at 2:55.

"Five minutes to go," she murmured, walked to the cupboard, poured herself a glass of light Beer, sipped it, and then went back to her Bedroom to lie down on the bed.

At this point, only one minute remained until today's Tarot Club.

Cattleya closed her eyes and waited quietly.

At the same time, she couldn't help but recall the big news she had heard that morning when she sent someone to resupply at one of Intis's colonial Port.

"Flower Bow Tie" Jodson officially leaves "Golden Dream" and claims the title of King:

--King of King of the Curtain!

The thought flashed through his mind, and the deep purple classic Warlock's robe couldn't help but heave violently several times.

Amidst these fluctuations, patches of deep red appeared before her eyes, and as the red faded, she heard a familiar, light voice again:

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!