After "The World" and " The Sun " finished their individual conversations, the Tarot Gathering moved into a free chat session. " Justice " Audrey inquired with great interest about the unique scenery and strange tales on the sea, while " The Hanged Man " Alger selectively described based on his own knowledge.
" The Magician " Fors listened quietly and gradually gained Spirit Intuition, wanting to write a novel about the Pirate King, about how he captured a female passenger and had a love-hate relationship with her, a story where fantasy and reality coexisted.
" The Sun " Derrick could only imagine what the sea looked like based on the paintings and accompanying text in the City of Silver collection.
Finally, Klein, Spirituality was gradually depleting, announced the end of the Tarot Gathering and quickly returned to the real world to catch up on his afternoon nap.
It was 7:30 p. m. in Queens Borough, inside a house that appeared to belong to a nobleman.
After many days, Fors donned a hooded robe and attended the party organized by Mr. A again.
She sat quietly in the corner, casually glancing around, and noticed that Mr. A, sitting alone on the single sofa, seemed a little different than usual.
This wasn't a change in appearance or demeanor, because the other person's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and Fors couldn't see it at all.
She felt something was different; it was almost an intuitive feeling.
Mr. A is no longer as leisurely and indifferent as before, always looking down at everyone with a condescending attitude. Now, he seems very repressed, trying hard to control something, and the sense of danger he exudes rises sharply.
The Mr. A of the past was a mountain, but now he is more like a viper standing upright, its tongue out... Bestselling Author Fors suddenly felt glad that in order to keep the Tarot Club a secret and to prevent Hugh from knowing that he was seeking to purchase items from the Sun Realm, he hadn't asked her to come along.
That way, even if something unexpected happens, my escape will be much easier... Fors turned the bracelet, which now only had two stones left.
She didn't rush to write down her needs on a note and give it to the waiter; instead, she patiently observed for a while.
This wasn't because she was naturally cautious, but because several past lessons had left a very deep impression on her, as evidenced by the fact that only two stones remained on her bracelet.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote in deliberately Distortion handwriting:
Seeking to purchase magical items or powerful, extraordinary weapons from the Sun Realm.
After handing the note to the waiter, Fors looked around again, but couldn't find the " Eternal Blazing Sun " believer who had helped with the Purification and exorcism ritual last time among the many disguised or concealed figures.
Transactions were brewing and unfolding amidst the bustling activity of the waiters, the entire hall quiet and orderly.
After the discussion and exchange session, Fors's requirements were added to the two blackboards at the front.
Not long after, she received a reply from the waiter.
A small sheet of white paper was covered with densely packed words:
"A magical item, the 'Ring of Light Ring ' ring. It makes the wearer a messenger of light, a servant of the Sun, immune to many diseases, and grants them divine power. The wearer can summon dazzling beams of light, use many the Sun -related spells, and Purification the Death within a fifty-meter radius, making them the nemesis of such creatures."
"Through this ring, those the wearer approves of will be enhanced, and those they disapprove of will be diminished."
"Its only problem is that if the wearer uses it frequently, they will gradually become a believer in the ' Eternal Blazing Sun,' slowly and sincerely adhering to its doctrines and praising the Sun."
"If you wish to receive it, please pay £9,000 in cash upfront. I can wait for you to raise the funds."
9,000 pounds? Fors opened his mouth, feeling as if he were being robbed.
This is an enormous fortune that she couldn't borrow even if she asked someone to lend it to her!
Aside from the deposit for the assassination of Ambassador Intis, she hadn't seen that much money in all her life!
Even in Backlund, someone with £9,000 in cash would definitely be considered a millionaire!
Although I knew magical items were expensive, I never imagined they could be this expensive... Did he think he could just take 9,000 pounds and then quit the Beyonder Gathering, leave this circle, and enjoy life in peace? Fors took a quiet breath and didn't dare to respond for a moment.
She listened in for nearly ten minutes, pretending nothing had happened, but receiving no further response or the much cheaper extraordinary weapon, she had no choice but to get up and head to the restroom.
After confirming that no one was around, she closed the toilet door, sat on the toilet, and recited the name of " The Fool," telling him what had just happened in the form of a prayer, and asking Him to convey it to "the world."
Above the boundless gray-white mist, Klein, having heard the illusory, layered sounds, quickly entered and got a preliminary understanding of the situation.
9,000 pounds? He muttered the number to himself, his expression Distortion slightly.
After silently calculating the amount of money he could raise in the short term, he exhaled, materialized the "dummy" world, Manipulation it to respond:
"... The negative aspects of this magical item are too serious; I don't want to become a believer in the Sun."
"You don't need to worry about this anymore; we'll switch to cash."
"Pay £450, and the ' Trickmaster ' formula is yours."
The moment he finished speaking, the connection was severed. Klein watched as the "world" vanished, raised a hand to rub his forehead, and muttered to himself:
"Now we'll see what clues that ' Barbarian ' lady can gather..."
"Otherwise, we'll have to buy that brooch from the old man with the ' Eye of Wisdom '."
Inside the washroom, Fors breathed a sigh of relief and said he would hold the sacrificial ceremony as soon as he got back.
It's a pity we don't know the recipe yet, otherwise I could take this opportunity to see if there are any extraordinary materials I need here... She returned to the hall and focused her gaze on the information on the two blackboards.
She didn't respond to the previous note, nor did she even consider bargaining, because even if she could get a 1,000-pound discount, she wouldn't have the money to buy it; she was short of cash. More importantly, she felt that Mr. "World" probably couldn't afford it either.
She observed until the end, and due to Mr. A's change, she didn't linger, didn't talk to anyone, and quickly left the house.
After about ten minutes, the party came to a complete end, leaving only Mr. A and his waiters.
Mr. A slowly stood up and walked down the stairs to the basement.
Suddenly, his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, rolling down several steps.
He lay there, his shadow flashing crimson.
His flesh melted and seeped into it, making the shadow look like a completely new, skinless, Monster person separated from his body!
Hehe... Mr. A's breathing gradually calmed down, and his tense body slowly relaxed.
And the separated flesh and blood "flowed" back in.
Everything became perfectly normal.
Mr. A crawled forward, knelt in the basement, and once again choked back tears as he confessed.
I repent for past mistakes and lack of vigilance that led to the disruption of the Lord's coming.
City of Silver, at Derrick Berg's home.
He paced silently around the table several times, unable to make up his mind. His reason told him that Mr. The Hanged Man's suggestion was the best option, but the faces of the other members involved in the mission kept Blink through his mind. He felt that by feigning signs of losing control and not going, he would be betraying them!
Is there no way to save them? Should I find an opportunity to see the chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the Fallen Creator, to the evil god who controls the " Shepherd " pathway, and warn him to be careful of Elder Lovia and replace the person in charge of this mission... But how should I know this? In their eyes, Mr. " The Fool " should be equivalent to an evil god... Derrick scratched his hair in frustration.
The Hurricane Axe was placed within easy reach, its faint light rising with each flash of lightning outside the window.
Suddenly, Derrick stopped and looked out at the interplay of light and shadow, gazing at the dark sky.
He seemed to see his parents again before they died, and he rediscovered the feeling of pain as he plunged the straight sword into them.
"It's too late this time... I need to be prepared to ensure that the discovery of the ' Fallen Creator ' won't be questioned..." His expression Distortion for a moment, he gritted his teeth, muttered a couple of sentences to himself, then abruptly left the window, returned to the table, and began to consume his own Spirituality by practicing the extraordinary abilities of the Light Suppliant," causing it to rapidly approach depletion.
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey, who was leisurely applying oil paint in her studio, heard a rhythmic knocking on the door.
When her personal maid Annie Door Opening, she discovered that the visitor was none other than her mother, Countess Caitlyn.
Although this lady was nearing fifty, she looked to be in her early thirties. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she was stunningly beautiful and elegant, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.
"Mom, is something the matter?" Audrey put down the things she was holding and stood up to ask, puzzled.
The Countess glanced at her youngest daughter, who was even more beautiful than she had been in her youth, and smiled.
"I just attended a dinner party. Lady Della mentioned that you are very interested in psychology and would like to hire a tutor, is that right?"
"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet..." Audrey answered hesitantly, just like always.
The Countess, of course, could see through her daughter's thoughts and smiled:
"She recommended a Psychiatrist named Islante. If you have no questions, I'll send someone to invite her. Two classes a week, how about that?"
"You decide," Audrey said, her smile gradually brightening. "Mom, come, sit here. I really need a beautiful model!"
On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the Backlund Morning Post that the gathering the " Eye of Wisdom " was scheduled for the following evening was being held the next day.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about whether the supplies would arrive in time for Miss Sharron's operation to eliminate the enemy.
To celebrate this good news, he decided to spend a relaxing day at the Cragg Club.
PS: Three chapters today, please vote with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets~ Also, this chapter was updated on time, then the Qidian backend crashed...