Through the bestowal ceremony, Klein handed over £2,500 in cash and the antique gold mask provided by the Hanged Man to Miss Justice, and used the image of the World's prayer to urge her to complete the transaction as soon as possible.
In the past two weeks, I have spent nearly 5,000 pounds. If I hadn't left Tingen, that money would have been enough for my retirement, and I could have maintained a standard of living similar to my landlady's family... Puppet can ruin a life, and taking medicine can impoverish three generations... Klein looked at the now silent, boundless fog and the ancient palace with a sense of loss, as if he had lost something important.
He calmed down for a few seconds, returned to reality, picked up the remaining 830 pounds in banknotes on the desk, and deliberately counted out six 5-pound notes.
Then, Klein put the 30 pounds in cash into his completely deflated wallet and carefully stuffed it into the inside pocket of his clothes.
He divided the remaining 800 pounds into two stacks, placing one stack in each of his left and right pockets.
Immediately afterwards, Klein opened the drawer, took two strands from the five Deep-sea Naga hair he had brought back to the real world, wrapped them carefully in layers of paper, and put them into a hidden pocket in his clothes.
Having done all this, he took his hat and cane, and under the glow of the gas streetlights at night, headed to the street corner, boarded a carriage, and went straight to the " Bravehearts " pub in the Backlund Bridge Area.
Amidst the lively and noisy atmosphere, Klein insisted on finishing his glass of Southville beer before slowly making his way through the waves of cheering boxers, leaving the bar, and boarding a horse-drawn carriage.
Feeling the wheels turning, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly heard a light knocking on the window.
Klein's facial muscles twitched slightly as he opened his eyes and looked ahead, seeing Miss Sharron, pale-faced and exquisitely beautiful, sitting quietly opposite him.
Before the other party could ask, Klein smiled and said:
"I sold the information you provided last time for a good price—the information about the Amon Family tomb."
Sharron didn't speak, but quietly looked at him straight ahead.
Klein leaned on his cane and took out two stacks of cash and a small wad of paper from his pocket.
"800 pounds plus two strands of Deep-sea Naga hair, totaling around 1000 pounds, this is what you deserve." Klein took a silent breath, smiled, and handed over the cash and crumpled paper.
Sharron glanced at him and took the two items.
She lowered her head, gazing at the object in her hand, and asked in a faint, ethereal voice:
How many did you sell?
"2000 pounds, half for each of us," Klein chuckled.
If " Machinery Hivemind " only provides 1,500 pounds as originally planned, then I'll have to owe them a portion... he thought with considerable relief.
Sharron flipped her bloodless hand, and the cash and crumpled paper disappeared without a trace.
She looked up, hummed in response, and asked briefly:
What's inside the tomb?
"I don't know, I didn't go." Klein didn't reveal the help from the Magic Mirror Arrodes.
In that instant, he felt that if he described that experience in detail, Miss Sharron would surely listen attentively, resting her chin on her hand, just as she had done before.
This " Wraith spirit" seems to have a penchant for watching stage plays and listening to all sorts of rumors... Klein concluded.
Sharron's expression remained unchanged, and after a few seconds of silence, she said:
"Someone is digging a tunnel to the underground ruins."
"Huh?" Klein didn't immediately realize what the other person was talking about.
But he soon understood what Sharron meant by the underground ruins.
Both of them knew of only one underground ruin: the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Age, where a terrifying Evil Spirit resided!
Someone was digging a tunnel, trying to get into that underground structure? Klein pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly had a flash of Spirit Intuition:
"That Baron?"
He had forgotten the name of the hidden descendant of the Tudor Dynasty, only remembering that he held the title of Baron and lived on West Balam Street, where the Backlund Police Department was located.
"Yes," Sharron replied affirmatively.
"What is he looking for? Doesn't he know there's an Evil Spirit inside? Doesn't he know that all the Beyonder in his family died inside?" Klein muttered to himself, posing several questions.
Sharron sat quietly and answered earnestly:
"I don't know if he knows."
"... How much longer until he can dig through?" Klein asked cautiously.
"He'll be alone for the next two to three months," Sharron offered her assessment.
"Hoo, "Klein exhaled slightly.
"There's no need to rush. Once I'm ready, we'll go 'visit' him together."
At this point, he smiled and explained:
"You know, I like to be well-prepared in advance."
"I won't get involved in anything again until I'm promoted to ' Faceless '!" he told himself.
"Okay." Sharron didn't ask him what preparations he needed to make; her figure quickly faded and disappeared into the carriage.
Klein leaned back against the wall, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
The ingredients for the " Faceless " Potion have been ordered and are just waiting to be "shipped"... All his debts have been paid off, so he doesn't need to worry about anything anymore... His mood is like a bottle of sparkling wine that has settled, with occasional, silent surges of joy.
The only downside was... Klein touched his left chest, where his empty wallet lay.
He sighed and muttered to himself without making a sound:
"Only £30 in cash, 5 gold coins, and some change left..."
Thursday afternoon.
Audrey Hall awaited the arrival of her teacher Islante, in the study.
--After receiving replies from " The Hanged Man " and "The World", she immediately sent a servant with a letter to Islante.
The letter contained nothing unusual; it simply requested that the second psychology class this week be moved to Thursday. In reality, Audrey had already made an agreement with Islante that if Audrey expressed a similar sentiment, it would mean that the other party in the deal had agreed to the terms.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the wall clock ticked nimbly as Islante, with her long hair reaching her waist, entered the room carrying several textbooks.
Audrey immediately gave Susie a look, and the golden retriever, somewhat reluctantly, darted out and lay down in the nearby shadows, observing the people coming and going.
Islante closed the study door, slowly looked around, then sat down opposite the small white round table and put down the textbooks.
"Are they paying with money, or magical items?" the member of the Psychology Alchemists asked in a low voice.
"One gave £2,500 outright, and the other provided a magical item." Audrey said lightly as she took a pristine white cardboard box from her medium-sized orange handbag. The box was covered with a Wall of Spirituality.
She removed the Wall of Spirituality, opened the box, and revealed the ancient, golden mask.
Then, she recounted the mask's flaws and effects in detail.
To be honest, when she received this magical item, she was very curious and wanted to try it out, after all, it was the first magical item she had ever officially encountered. But in the end, she restrained herself; she didn't want to become cold-hearted.
"The value is basically the same." Islante tried it out and breathed a sigh of relief.
After pausing for two seconds, she pulled out the thickest textbook and turned to page 48.
The middle section of the textbook had been hollowed out, revealing a palm-sized iron box and a rolled-up parchment.
" Human-skinned Shadow's properties... ' Wind-blessed ' Potion recipe..." Islante explained as he demonstrated.
Audrey's gaze fell upon the diamond-like surface, and she was quite dizzy from the faces formed by the light and shadow within.
This... this is quite the ability to control the " Spectator "... is this Mr. "World's" Sequence Pathway? No wonder... Audrey shifted her gaze, examining the Potion recipe:
" Sequence 6, ' Wind-blessed ', Main Materials: Six Crystal Feathers of the Blue Shadow Falcon, One Pair of Eyeballs of the Dragon-eyed Sea Eagle..."
Before Audrey could even examine the supporting materials, Islante had already rolled up the parchment.
She then repaired the Wall of Spirituality the tin box, closed the textbook, and pushed the heavy book towards Audrey.
Audrey held onto the book, but did not immediately hand over the antique gold mask and £2,500 in cash to Islante.
Meeting the other person's questioning gaze, she smiled and said, having been prepared:
"The other party is worried that the properties don't match and fears that the formula is fake, so they hope to do verification first."
"Until the verification was completed, I kept the money and valuables safe. They all thought I was very trustworthy, and I didn't want to lose that reputation."
"I understand their concerns," Islante paused, then added, "And we trust you as well."
Since the money and goods were all in the hands of her own family members, she felt completely at ease and had no worries about being scammed.
Moreover, Miss Audrey is both rich and powerful; she's trustworthy as a guarantor... Islante thought with a sense of relief.
Above the Gray Fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein held a pendulum, Divination the authenticity of the " Wind-blessed " Potion recipe.
He didn't want to lose the most experienced and capable member of the Tarot Club, " The Hanged Man," due to negligence.
Klein opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant spinning clockwise. He breathed a sigh of relief and focused his mind on the deep red the Star that symbolized the " The Hanged Man."
City of Generosity.
Alger first saw an endless expanse of grayish-white mist, and then heard the deep yet lofty voice of " The Fool ":
"Miss Justice has completed the transaction."
A phantom parchment immediately appeared before Alger's eyes, on which was written the Potion recipe for " Wind-blessed ".
With Mr. The Fool's involvement, he had no doubt about the authenticity of the recipe, and respectfully bowed his head to express his gratitude.
Once the "hallucination" dissipated, he immediately found paper and pen and Record down the Potion recipe.
Then, he paced back and forth, slightly agitated, muttering to himself:
" The Blue Shadow Falcon... there's one on that primitive island..."
After finishing his business with " The Hanged Man," Klein finally had time to check his own Human-skinned Shadow trait.
After confirming it was true, he leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and let out a happy sigh.
Finally...
Three seconds later, Klein sat up abruptly, deciding that there was no time to lose and that he would concoct the " Faceless " Potion tonight!
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