Klein pondered for a while, coming up with various guesses in his mind, but due to a lack of sufficient information, he could only temporarily attribute the cause to the different flow of time on Earth and in this world.
"The less than one-year gap between my time travel and Roselle's has been stretched to nearly two hundred years here. In other words, even if it takes me two hundred years to find a way back, I won't miss my parents. At most, they'll just be missing for a year..." Klein made the reverse deduction, and his mood improved considerably. He suddenly felt a bit confident.
Of course, he was well aware that this reasoning was not rigorous, because there was only one initial condition, and it could not be determined at present.
What if Roselle traveled after me? That might involve the so-called spacetime turbulence, and in that case, there's no guarantee that I could return to the right point... Klein poured cold water on his suddenly surging emotions.
Roselle's first diary entry was the product of a long period of pent-up emotion; it took up more than two pages. Klein flipped to the last page and began reading the remaining two entries:
"February 25th, what a boring world! There aren't even newspapers, and novels are scarce! I think it's necessary for me to do some cultural poverty alleviation, but the prerequisite is that I need to get some money and remember the improved papermaking and printing techniques."
"As a time traveler, I now rely on the allowance from my cheap dad and cheap mom to make a living. I only occasionally see one or two shiny Felkin coins. It's truly a sad story."
"Hunting, however, is quite interesting."
"February 28th, the world may be a little different from what I know."
"I got lost in the woods today while hunting, and ended up witnessing a battle I never imagined."
"Among them, the man who was surrounded had grown extra eyes on his face—four in total! And they were emitting dark green light! This, this is utterly illogical! Is this a humanoid Monster?"
"Isn't this actually a fantasy world?"
"That Monster's opponent was even more powerful, summoning a pillar of light burning with golden flames—or rather, it was summoned..."
"Fortunately, they didn't spot me. After dealing with the Monster, they left with its corpse."
"I, Huang Tao, am indeed the protagonist! I've only been in this world for a few days and I've already discovered the truth about it!"
"Perhaps they can decipher what the mysterious symbols and patterns on that silver medal represent... Of course, I won't ask. I want to be like them and figure it out myself!"
"There's another main reason I say that: I can't even remember what those scribbles looked exactly; I only have a vague recollection of what they looked like."
"As expected of the protagonist? Emperor, did you pour all your chuunibyou (delusional) spirit into your diary?" Klein couldn't help but retort.
He was very interested in the silver medal that was suspected to be the reason for Roselle's time travel, and was eager to find out what the symbols and patterns on it looked like.
If it can indeed be deciphered using the occult knowledge of this world, then time travel might not be a coincidence... Klein put down his diary, tapped his finger on the desk, and deactivated the shielding measures enjoyed by the " The Hanged Man " and the Magician ".
"You can trade among yourselves," Klein said, leaning back in his chair with a smile.
" The Magician " Fors quietly took a breath and said:
"I wish to purchase the stomach pouch of Spirit Eater and 20 milliliters of Deep-sea Marlin blood, payable in gold pounds."
"I still have 430 pounds, enough to buy one..." she silently encouraged herself.
As for where the money for the remaining item would come from, she had no idea in the short term.
This is one of the main reasons that restricts the advancement of many Beyonder... People really shouldn't try to consume beyond their own capabilities. If it weren't for completely getting rid of the influence of the Full Moon Ravings and becoming a " Trickmaster," and having relatively abundant extraordinary means, I wouldn't even consider the issue of advancement anymore, or even contact this circle again. I would write books, save money, drink tea, go shopping with Hugh, and after she finishes that matter, Travel to different places in the Northern Continent Southern Continent, unafraid of danger and accidents, and enjoy life to the fullest... Fors ' thoughts suddenly became somewhat scattered.
Just when she thought no one would respond, " The Hanged Man " Alger said in a low voice:
"I saw the blood of Deep-sea Marlin at that gathering of great pirates before, but unfortunately, you missed it. You should have said so sooner. No, I misspoke. You hadn't Tarot Club yet."
"Then what's the point of saying this? Are you showing off your seniority?" Fors inwardly curled his lip, then asked seriously:
"Mr. ' The Hanged Man,' could you keep an eye out for me? I'm open to prices between £300 and £400."
Alger scoffed:
"The sea is much wider than the land, and pirates may not meet even once every six months. Even in the capitals of the various islands where they sell their stolen goods, there will not be any extraordinary materials gathered together."
Only major cities like Backlund, Trier, Saint Milom, and Feynapotter City can attract so many materials. Judging from your accent, you must be from Backlund, or have lived Backlund for many years.
You mean, I still have to rely on myself? Fors almost looked up at the towering dome.
At this moment, " The Sun " Derrick spoke up:
I know the approximate range of activity of several Spirit Eater.
But I don't need the gold pounds you're talking about.
" The Magician " Fors said with a fake smile:
"So what do you want?"
The recipe for the " The Sun High Priest " Potion... " Justice " Audrey answered in her mind first.
Derrick thought about it seriously and said:
"The recipe for the ' The Sun High Priest ' Potion."
"This is a Sequence 7 recipe, right? I've heard of it, but a Sequence 7 recipe costs at least 750 pounds, and if someone is in a hurry, it can even sell for over 1,000 pounds. On the other hand, Spirit Eater's stomach and Deep-sea Marlin's blood are each worth no more than 400 pounds, and most of the time they're only worth 300 pounds. Do you understand what I mean?" Fors tried to make " The Sun " understand that this was not an equal exchange.
Derrick answered without hesitation:
"I can give you the stomachs of two or three Spirit Eater."
As for the extra Deep-sea Marlin, he didn't even consider it; he'd never even seen the sea!
"So many Spirit Eater stomachs... what can I do with them? Roast them, or fry them? If I sell them, I don't know when I'll be able to sell them... The main problem is, I can't afford the ' The Sun High Priest ' recipe right now..." Fors forced a smile and said.
I will try to collect it.
She remembered the masked " Eternal Blazing Sun " follower at Mr. A's gathering who was skilled in Purification, and she thought of the " Light Ring " ring, believing that she could find clues to the " The Sun High Priest " Potion recipe there.
But I don't have enough money... " Magician " Fors thought for a moment, touched his face, looked around, and asked with unusual sincerity:
"Hey everyone, do you have any good ways to make money?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that everyone had fallen silent.
Silence is a silent palace, a quiet Gray Fog.
It seems everyone is troubled by this problem, and Mr. The Fool doesn't need money... Fors wisely kept his mouth shut.
The best way to make money is to own ranches, mines, fields, factories, shares, and so on... Hmm, you can also look through the kingdom's bounty posters and complete them one by one according to the price and your own affordability... Audrey knew she didn't have any real experience in making money, so she could only jokingly respond in her mind.
How about the bicycle project...? Klein resisted the urge to Manipulation the "world" to speak, which would expose his real identity.
After a few seconds, maintaining his inscrutable demeanor, he had "the world" speak in a somber, hoarse voice:
"Keep an eye on the Thousand-faced Hunter's abnormal pituitary gland and blood, as well as the characteristics of the Human-skinned Shadow and the Deep-sea Naga's hair."
Although Klein now only has 589 pounds left, he has gained the Beyonder Characteristic of Werewolf and Biotoxin Bottle, and is considering finding an opportunity to turn the former into magical items and then sell one of them.
This way, the cost of a single Sequence 6 Extraordinary material is more than enough!
Therefore, he planned to have the Tarot Club members keep an eye out in advance so they wouldn't miss it.
"Okay," Derrick, the " The Sun," answered first, but made no promise.
Compared to the Spirit Eater, the Human-skinned Shadow and the Thousand-faced Hunter are not Monster that are easy to encounter.
" The Thousand-faced Hunter? I think I've seen its fossils before." " Justice," Audrey replied thoughtfully, "Hmm, I'll go back and check first."
The fossil is in the Duke Negan's treasury.
If it's already a fossil, its Beyonder Characteristic have probably already been taken away... Klein Manipulation the "world" and nodded noncommittally.
After a moment of silence, Alger the Hanged Man said:
"Keep an eye on someone for me who is connected to the previously mentioned case of missing colonial slaves."
He called himself Botis, had a reddish-brown complexion, and distinct features of the Southern Continent race, but Puppet heard him speak with a Backlund accent.
He was missing his third tooth on the left, but it has most likely been replaced.
In addition, he has no distinctive features and his height is quite average.
If you can find his trail, the reward will be no problem—at least 100 pounds, or goods of equivalent value.
Based on such a description alone, even Divination is impossible, let alone finding someone in reality... " The Fool " Klein looked around and said:
"Let's have a free exchange."
After the Tarot Gathering ended, " The Sun " Derrick returned to the real world, finding himself once again in that dark, cramped room.
He sat cautiously for several seconds, and when he didn't notice anything unusual, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Remembering that Mr. The Hanged Man had told him to try and get more information from the former exploration team leader, Derrick went to the corresponding metal wall, bent his finger, and tapped it once.
Thump, thump
He gave the coded message, but there was no response from the other side for a long time.
Was she asleep? Or had she been taken to the Council of Six? Derrick stared at the dull metal wall, wondering.
At that moment, a frail and ethereal voice suddenly came from the bed behind him:
Are you looking for me...?