Is there no oil? Is it because it can't be found for some reason, or is there really no oil?
More than 150 years have passed since the assassination of Emperor Roselle, and there is still no trace of oil...
Klein's pupils contracted, and his hand holding the diary nearly trembled.
Without oil, not only would the advent of the internal combustion engine be uncertain, but it would also lead to the stagnation of the chemical industry, making it impossible to establish a truly modern industrial system on Earth!
In other words, Klein had some ideas about how the world would develop next.
His original plan was that although he only knew a little about everything and couldn't do any inventions or creations, he had the advantage of knowing a little about everything and being able to foresee the direction of change and the trends of the times. Once he had saved enough salary and his first pot of gold, he would invest in promising industries and not put all his eggs in one basket.
Klein believed that by doing this, he would eventually amass considerable wealth. At that time, he would find a front man to act as his public agent, and then establish an international charitable foundation to ostensibly provide relief to the poor while secretly funding labor rebellions in various countries. In this way, he would compete with the upper class and improve the lives of the lower classes.
If he finds a way back to Earth, he will divide his estate: one-third to Benson, one-third to Melissa, and one-third to his Foundation.
Unfortunately, this beautiful vision for the future was shattered in an instant.
"Fortunately, this world has electricity and magnetism, and there are successful examples of telegraphs. I'll mainly invest in this area from now on..." Klein steadied himself, his gaze moving down line by line:
"December 21st, forget about oil, leveling up my Sequence is the only priority!"
"On December 22nd, the environment in the Lecher was unbearably filthy. If I hadn't gone undercover, I might never have known it still looked the way I did when I was young. I'm going to summon my ministers to formulate a 'Capital's Sewers and Public Toilets Improvement Plan.' Hmm, we also need to correct the residents' Error habits, make them boil hot water to drink, wash their hands and faces frequently, not litter, not urinate or defecate indiscriminately, and use condoms as much as possible. Haha, I've figured out what to name this: the Patriotic Health Campaign!"
"So, the invention of condoms needs to be put on the agenda, along with items like masks and paper cups. Well, even the most basic version will do. Let's give it a try. Thank goodness for this world, and for rubber trees."
"December 23rd, perhaps I should consider that suggestion, to leave myself a way out outside the Church of the God of Craftsmanship, perhaps by joining that ancient, Concealment organization that secretly influences the world situation?"
When Klein saw this, he suddenly realized there was nothing below, and his feelings were indescribable:
"Your Majesty, what is the name of that ancient, Concealment organization that you speak of, the one that secretly influences the world's affairs? Is it something I don't know about?"
Why did you stop here? Why didn't you write a few more sentences?
"It's like reading a novel and finding out at the end that the author abandoned it..."
"And also, the Patriotic Health Campaign—the Emperor certainly knows how to have fun..."
"This page of the diary likely dates back to after he became the Consul of the Republic of Intis; he might even have started calling himself Caesar the Great."
"I need to go back and look through some books, some foreign history textbooks, to see when Intis's 'Capital Sewers and Public Toilets Improvement Plan' came about."
After a silence of more than ten seconds, Klein gathered his thoughts and made the diary in his hand disappear, saying:
You can communicate now.
Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, composed herself, and became an " Spectator," smiling slightly as she said:
"I'd like to know if there are Sequence Potion named ' Arbitrator '. Also, what kind of Beyonder can pass directly through a wooden door, or disable the lock?"
I know that... Klein, shrouded in a gray mist, was about to speak when the Hanged Man interrupted him:
"I need you to investigate something for me, in exchange for your answer."
"What is it?" Audrey asked, both intrigued and puzzled.
Alger glanced at the Fool, and said thoughtfully:
"I would like to know if the King intends to retaliate against the Feynapotter Empire this year or before June next year, and to start a new war on the East Coast of Balam."
The current common language of the " Tarot Club " is Loenese, which was determined based on the accents of the three parties at the first meeting. Therefore, Alger knows that Miss Justice is a noblewoman from the Kingdom of Loen, and he also believes that Miss Justice knows that he is from Loen.
As for the Fool, Alger believed that His Loen characteristics were merely a disguise, a disguise to facilitate communication.
--After that Ritualistic Magic, Alger unconsciously began to refer to the Fool as "He".
Audrey, recalling what she had seen and heard in various social settings over the past few days, nodded with a hint of certainty:
"No problem, but it will take enough time to confirm."
"I can wait," Alger the Hanged Man smiled. "With Mr. The Fool as my witness, I believe you won't renege on your promise."
Audrey glanced at the silent and mysterious the Fool in the Gray Fog, and a smile played on her lips.
"But I believe this matter is more valuable than the two questions I asked combined."
"Once you've confirmed your answer, I'll offer compensation as appropriate," Alger replied, as if he had anticipated this.
"Miss Justice, Mr. The Hanged Man, do you need virtual currency to measure value?" Klein leaned back with a smile, watching the two of them.
Audrey quietly breathed a sigh of relief and silently cheered for herself.
"Fantastic! Audrey, you've learned how to bargain!" She was so excited she almost lost Spectator composure and quickly asked a random question:
"Oh yes, Mr. The Hanged Man, did you receive that £1,000 in cash?"
"I'm sorry, I'm still at sea and haven't returned to land yet." Alger didn't want to dwell on that and went straight to answer the previous question. " Beyonder can pass through a wooden door and render the lock ineffective should be Sequence 9 ' Apprentice.' The Concealment organization Gnosis possesses its formula, but we can't rule out the possibility that it was obtained through other means, such as from an ancient tomb belonging to the Quaternary period."
The Gnosis, that Concealment organization with intricate connections to the Demoness Sect... Klein leisurely rubbed his chin with his fingers.
Seeing that Mr. The Fool did not refute, Audrey couldn't help but sigh:
"If I had the recipe for ' Apprentice ' before, I probably wouldn't have chosen ' Spectator '."
That performance was absolutely fantastic!
Alger ignored Miss Justice's words and continued speaking to himself:
"There are indeed Sequence Potion with names similar to ' Arbiter,' which I think you should be familiar with, because the Sequence Pathway jointly controlled by the Augustus Family and the Castiya Family of the Kingdom of Feynapotter begins with this. Of course, Low-Sequence recipes were once rewards in ancient times, and some nobles may have received them."
The Augustus Family is the royal family of the Kingdom of Loen, while the Castiya Family is the royal family of the Kingdom of Feynapotter.
"So the Augustus started as ' Arbiter '..." Audrey suddenly realized, feeling that she had solved a long-standing puzzle.
She sighed silently:
No wonder I always wanted to obey their orders, never felt comfortable, always wanted to admit defeat, and never acted like myself! I thought it was because I was timid...
" The Arbiter possesses compelling charisma and sufficient Authority, as well as excellent fighting skills to handle unexpected situations," Alger succinctly described the situation.
Audrey nodded slowly, leaned back slightly, and spoke elegantly:
"I'm fine now."
Alger thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the head of the bronze table:
"Dear Mr. The Fool, I have a question: Is the 'Sanctuary' of the True Creator, Aurora Order, the Forsaken Land of the Gods '?"
The Forsaken Land of the Gods? I've only seen that term once in Roselle's diary... It might be in the Nighthawks ' confidential files, but it's not something I can access right now... How am I supposed to answer that? Klein almost twitched his lips.
He considered for a few seconds, then answered in a flat, emotionless tone:
This is not something you should know right now.
Alger's heart tightened, and he immediately lowered his head and said:
Please forgive my slight overstepping.
Audrey had intended to ask what the " Forsaken Land of the Gods " was, but upon hearing this, she abandoned that plan.
In the magnificent temple above the Gray Fog, quiet and silence suddenly took over.
At this moment, Audrey felt she should say something and spoke up:
"Mr. The Fool, if—and I mean if—I had the opportunity to join another organization, such as the Psychology Alchemists, would that be permissible?"
Klein, maintaining his leaning-back posture, chuckled softly:
"No problem, my only request is that the existence of the Tarot Club not be revealed."
"If you become a member of another organization, the materials and intelligence you can exchange will definitely be improved."
After saying this, he suddenly realized that he was also a member of another organization, a true Nighthawks, and that the Hanged Man Church of the Lord of Storms.
Could my Tarot Club be the so-called "League of Traitors"? "A gathering of double agents"? Klein fell into deep thought.
"I understand." Audrey's excitement returned, but then a question popped into her head. "Mr. The Fool, if I find a suitable gentleman or lady for the Tarot Club, can I guide them to join? How should I do that?"
Alger thought for a moment, then asked:
"Mr. The Fool, what are the criteria for adding new members to our gathering? How are they determined?"
Idealistic, moral, cultured, disciplined... These four phrases instantly popped into Klein's mind.
He remained silent for a few seconds, and only spoke after a slight unease appeared on Justice and the Hanged Man:
"If you think someone is suitable, you can tell me here, and I will decide whether to let them join. Before that, you must not make any Psychological Suggestion moves, as that would lead to the secret of the Tarot Club being leaked. You must remember this, especially regarding non-members..."
Klein paused, then said in a deep voice:
"My name shall not be uttered without my permission."