Mr. A? It feels more like a code name for a criminal than a title for a mysterious and powerful figure... It can't compare to " The Fool " at all... No, those who can be compared to Mr. The Fool should be gods or great figures second only to gods... Audrey's thoughts changed, and she was suddenly filled with a sense of superiority.
She glanced calmly at Mr. A, then lowered her voice and said to Fors and Xio Derecha:
What is this gentleman's story?
Viscount Glaint, who was also wearing a hooded robe, was very curious about this.
Xio Derecha replied with a serious expression, "There have been several times like this. Sequence 8, and even Sequence 7, Beyonder have targeted Mr. A, trying to deal with him, but in the end they all disappeared without a trace."
"Truly a powerful Beyonder," Glaint exclaimed, repeating his earlier description.
As they spoke, the four entered the house, and the gatekeeper immediately closed the gate.
After her eyes adjusted to the gaslight, Audrey saw two blackboards standing at the front, with lines of words written on them.
At this moment, Fors, who was holding a cigarette but hadn't lit it, said in a low voice:
"That's the individual needs of the party members. You should be able to understand that many people don't want others to know what they have, lest they attract the attention of Greed people. So, they anonymously write down what they want on the blackboard, or what they hope to sell, along with the approximate price and item requirements."
Audrey nodded slightly, not bothering to observe the other members of the gathering, and immediately glanced at the items on the blackboard on the left:
"A pair of eyes from an adult Manhar Fish is needed."
"Dust left by Evil Spirit, £165."
" Emperor Roselle's Notebooks, three pages, £20."
Seeing this, Audrey could no longer maintain her composure as Spectator; she was both shocked and excited.
These prices, these prices, are so, so cheap! She thought excitedly and happily.
As she walked, her gaze shifted, and she noticed more entries:
" The Weeping of the Infant, flowers, 200 pounds."
"Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds."
" Merfolk Mucus, 30 ml, 29 pounds."
" Sequence 8 ' Sheriff ' Potion Recipe, 450 pounds."
"Wow, so cheap! Even the best ingredients aren't over 300 pounds!" Audrey's eyes lit up as she followed her companion to find a seat.
At that moment, Xio Derecha leaned close to her ear and whispered:
What do you want?
Audrey's breathing quickened, and the famous declaration of Emperor Roselle flashed through her mind:
I want them all!
She had two older brothers, so she was not in line to inherit the title and the main property. However, as a girl who was loved by her parents and brothers, she owned houses, fields, ranches, mines, jewelry, stocks, shares and bonds worth £300,000.
This was considered her share of the family fortune, but before her father, Earl Hall, passed away, or before she herself got married, she only owned it nominally, receiving a corresponding annuity each year.
Even so, she still earned between £15,000 and £25,000 a year, which put her among the top noblewomen in the entire Kingdom of Loen.
Of course, as a noblewoman, she had many necessary expenses, especially since she was already receiving an annuity and could no longer rely on her parents for everything.
She controlled herself and answered with composure:
"For now, I've only set my sights on Emperor Roselle's notes. I'm an admirer of his, and I believe the special runes or scripts he created possess a mystical power; it's just that we haven't found the correct way to combine them."
"Audrey, you're getting more and more hypocritical..." she silently added in her mind.
As soon as she finished speaking, a young man in a white shirt and black vest sitting on a nearby chair excitedly echoed:
"Yes! That's it! I've finally met someone who shares my views!"
"I own those three pages of notes, and I can sell them to you right now!"
Audrey looked bewildered at first, then replied with a smile, "Then please allow me to express my gratitude."
She handed over two 10-pound bills in return for three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary. Of course, no one here knew it was a diary; they simply called it a notebook.
Upon receiving it, Audrey flipped through it and confirmed that the text was similar to those she had obtained before.
Putting away the diary, she whispered to Hugh and Fors, "If the notebook is fake, who can we contact? Mr. A?"
"Yes, Mr. A won't allow any Deceit activity at his parties. Well, I can arbitrate for you privately," Xio Derecha replied eagerly.
"I understand." Audrey entered " Spectator " mode and began to scrutinize the Beyonder and Beyonder candidates present.
Because of the young man's excitement, many people noticed them and were observing Audrey and Glaint, either openly or covertly, but none of them dared to look through the hood.
The sofa, chairs, and coffee table were scattered around, all facing the blackboard... The materials were quite ordinary, indicating that Mr. A, the convener, was not an aristocrat and was very casual about such things... Hmm, given his displayed confidence, he wouldn't deliberately put on such a facade... Audrey rolled her eyes, observing calmly.
Mr. A sized up all the ladies present, his gaze frequently lingering on the more attractive ones... He's a womanizer... Why does he keep looking at me? Can he see through the hood?
Upon realizing this, Audrey felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had swallowed a fly.
But she quickly relaxed because she realized that Mr. A wasn't looking at her or any other women...
This shows that his eyes cannot see through the fabric... His eyesight is exceptional, as if he were examining me up close. In this situation, the hood is of little use... Audrey quietly observed the other people's transactions, grasping some of the information about everyone present.
At this moment, Mr. A's attendant came over and whispered to the four of them:
"You can write your needs down on paper and give them to me, or during the break later, go to the small room and write the items you want to sell on the blackboard."
Fors sniffed his cigarette, glanced around warily, and asked, "Have you decided on the Sequence 9 formula you want?"
During this time, she kept her promise and told Audrey and Glaint Viscount the information she could about the Sequence Pathway.
Audrey pretended to think for a moment and said:
"' Spectator,' I want to be an ' Spectator,' and, well, there's a sequel to ' Spectator,' ' Mind Reader.'"
Considering that she would be in frequent contact with Fors and Xio Derecha in the future, and that they would eventually discover that she was Beyonder and a ' Spectator,' she decided to take this opportunity to bring things into the open and completely cover up the existence of the Tarot Club.
Although it would be a waste of money, it was well worth it... Audrey quietly praised herself.
Meanwhile, she noticed that Xio Derecha kept glancing at the blackboard, looking both longing and frustrated.
"Hugh told me that the Sequence 8 corresponding to ' Arbiter ' is ' Sheriff '... Is she looking at that £450 recipe? Hmm, it's clear she's very eager for the ' Sheriff ' recipe..."
"She's been acting as an ' Arbiter ' for over a year, unconsciously Acting that role, so she should have already digested the Potion..."
"All the above details indicate that Hugh is short of money!"
As Audrey made her own judgment, Viscount Glaint stated his choice:
"' Apothecary,' I need the Sequence 9 ' Apothecary ' recipe!"
Feeling the gazes of Audrey, Fors, and Hugh, he chuckled and explained, "For me, having health and not being afraid of most diseases and injuries is the most important thing!"
"A rational choice. My dream was also to become Apothecary," Fors sighed and smiled.
She has a languid and decadent air about her.
After making their decision, Audrey and the others wrote their requests on slips of paper, handed them to the servant, and then watched him walk around, asking each person a question, and collecting quite a few more slips of paper.
The servant handed the slips of paper, mixed in with the blackboard, to his colleague who was in charge of it, and asked him to register the information.
"I need the recipe for the ' Spectator ' and ' Mind Reader ' Potion; price to be discussed in person..."
Each time a transaction is written down, the waiter will read it aloud three times. If anyone is interested, they will secretly request a room and complete the transaction with the waiter's help.
After waiting for a while, Audrey and Glaint were both somewhat disappointed as no one requested a trade.
Just then, another waiter came over, approached Audrey, and handed her a folded note.
"This is from Mr. A," the waiter said in a low voice.
Audrey unfolded the note, glanced at it, and saw that it read:
Are you interested in other Sequence 9 formulations?
Audrey curled her lip in disdain and wrote in the blank space on the note, "I'm only interested in the ' Spectator '."
She folded the note again, returned it to the waiter, and watched as he handed it to Mr. A.
Mr. A glanced at the package, said nothing, and continued to silently observe the party members.
But Audrey keenly noticed that the note quietly burst into flames, turning to ashes and falling to the ground.
Fifteen minutes later, Mr. A spoke:
"During the break, you can chat freely."
At this moment, the young man who sold Roselle's Diary approached Audrey and excitedly said, "I have deciphered some of Emperor Roselle's special runes and tattooed them onto my body, gaining considerable abilities."
Are you interested?
Audrey suddenly remembered that she had once asked Mr. The Fool whether the special writings in Emperor Roselle's Diary possessed magical powers, and Mr. The Fool's answer was that unless some deity suddenly became interested.
She looked at the young man in front of her, thought for a moment, and tentatively asked, "What impressive abilities have you acquired?"
The young man answered excitedly:
I'm stronger and healthier now!
Audrey gave him a pitying look and said, "I'm sorry, but I have more faith in my own research."
Over the next few days, she continued to observe the gathering, but didn't glean much useful information, only making a rough judgment that there were members with normal professions such as Doctor and Lawyer.
Half an hour later, Audrey and the others left and returned to Viscount Glaint's villa, where they stayed until the ball ended.
Around 10 p. m., Audrey returned home and was about to ask the maid to prepare hot water when she suddenly saw her big dog Susie, give her a wink.
It gave me a wink... Audrey's feelings suddenly became complicated.