Backlund University of Technology... Associate Professor Michelle... Notes from the Twenty Years' War... Audrey extracted the key words from the conversation, glanced at Susie was happily galloping in front of the mare, and asked directly to the point:
"Ms. Smin, what kind of notebook is this?"
"We don't know much about it, only that it dates back to the Twenty Years' War and was part of Associate Professor Michelle's collection. One of its key features is that the patterns on the cover vaguely form a Dragon." Smin didn't hide anything and gave all the information she had.
As Audrey listened attentively to her story, she restrained the chestnut mare while already considering how to complete the task in her mind:
"Visiting Associate Professor Michelle, viewing his collection, and making a purchase request for one of the items is not too difficult."
"Although I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, the chances of him rejecting me aren't very high from any perspective. Hmm, Audrey, don't rely too much on these things..."
"The biggest problem with doing this is that it's abrupt. I didn't know Associate Professor Michelle before, so it's hard to explain why I suddenly wanted to visit him. Also, I don't know what that notebook means to him, so making a purchase request rashly might arouse suspicion and wariness."
"... Jane's brother studies at Backlund University of Technology. At the last gathering, he showed a tendency to talk and discuss. If I invite them to afternoon tea again and steer the conversation toward history, archaeology, and collecting, he will probably mention Associate Professor Michelle. Well, there aren't many people at a university who can be called collectors."
"With this prelude, I can send someone to visit Associate Professor Michelle and request to view the collection. Then, during the first visit, I should try not to reveal my needs, observe the host's behavior, and guide him to show his truest attitude. This will help me make the right request at the right time and in the right way..."
Having finalized her plan, Audrey nodded to Pastor Smin and said with a slight smile:
I will try my best to complete it, but I cannot guarantee success.
As soon as she finished speaking, she tightened her legs, spurred her horse, and shot off like an arrow toward a reddish-brown fox that was weaving and darting within the hunting circle.
On the turbulent sea, the " Blue Avenger " was like a leaf tossed into the air by a gale, sometimes flying and sometimes falling, but it maintained an amazing balance and showed no signs of capsizing.
Inside the captain's cabin, Alger Wilson Levitation by the window, gazing at the towering waves outside, a strong wind silently swirling around him.
After an unknown amount of time, he landed, his feet landing on the carpet.
"' Wind-blessed ' is indeed a Sequence that can be easily Acting based on its name. The only problem is that you have to occasionally make yourself irritable to match the characteristics of the gale..." Alger thought to himself without much joy.
For more than two months, he has been unable to obtain the recipe for " Ocean Songster " through his own channels or transactions within the Tarot Club. After all, this belongs to Sequence 5, which is the closest level to Demigod. The corresponding recipe has become so rare that it is difficult to find even if you have a lot of money and are willing to pay a premium.
Normally, joining a corresponding church or organization is the most effective way to obtain a similar formula, but Alger, as the bishop of the Church of Storms, cannot rely on this method. Because of certain secrets, he must conceal his true strength in exchange for freedom of action and weak surveillance, so that when he is confident enough, he can go to a place and complete the purpose he has been waiting for for a long time.
To his delight, he hadn't wasted these two months; at least the digestion of the " Wind-blessed " Potion was progressing well.
"' Wind-blessed ' is easy, but ' Ocean Songster ' is said to be quite difficult... Does that mean one has to sing all the time?" Alger couldn't help but turn his head and look towards the deck.
Although separated by rooms, he could still hear drunken Sailor singing excitedly, creating noise that rivaled the sound of the Storm.
Alger unconsciously frowned.
Backlund, Cherwood Borough, Syndras Circus.
"Madam, aren't you a magician? Why are you dressed like this?" a boy asked the woman in front of him, who was wearing a black pointed hat and a long dress of the same color.
I don't know why I dress like this. Maybe it was that first time, my mind got frozen by the cold weather, and it just became my style... Fors touched her face, which was painted with red and yellow oil paint, and smiled in response:
In ancient times, magic tricks were often mistaken for witchcraft.
But that has nothing to do with why I'm dressed like this... She picked up one of the three large ceramic cups in front of her and placed the small white ball upside down underneath.
Then, she quickly switched the positions of the cups and smiled at the boy who had just asked the question:
Guess which cup the ball is in?
"Isn't this one of the gambling methods invented by Emperor Roselle?" the boy said with great interest. "But you're not the dealer, you're the Trickmaster of this circus, so I guess you've already switched the ball, and all the cups are empty!"
Fors smiled and said:
"Congratulations, you answered incorrectly."
She suddenly picked up the middle cup, and a white figure flew out of it.
That's a pigeon!
The original ball is now where the pigeon left!
"Oh!"
"God!"
"Beautiful magic trick!"
"Absolutely fantastic!"
Amidst exclamations of admiration, Fors glanced smugly at the church bell in the distance, packed up his props, and returned to the tent where the circus ringmaster was located.
"Are you really going to resign? I can double your salary!" the circus ringmaster said urgently as he approached.
"Unfortunately, I had already summarized the ' Trickmaster ' rules in mid-March, and I had completely digested the Potion last week. If the contract hadn't been signed until today, I wouldn't have come at all..."
"Although it feels great to be treated like Trickmaster, it won't stop me from advancing to become an ' Astrologer.' My teacher said he'll be coming this week with a recipe, materials, and a gift... What could that gift be?"
"Sigh, the Full Moon Ravings are getting more and more terrifying. If it weren't for Mr. ' The Fool,' I would definitely have gone out of control and turned into Monster by now..." Fors stretched out her right hand to cover her mouth, lazily yawned, and then said with a smile:
"Well, I'm actually a bestselling Author. My next book is about the circus, which is why I'm applying for this job."
"A bestselling Author?" The circus ringmaster's eyes lit up, a mixture of worry and anticipation in his voice. "Will you write about our bad side?"
"Is there anything wrong here? I've had a very pleasant two months." Fors removed her black pointed hat.
The circus ringmaster smiled sincerely and said:
" Wall. Wall, could you mention our circus's name in the book? I would, I'd pay you for the advertising, though not much, you know, I have a lot of people to support."
Is that even possible? The commander is very clever... This is the first time Fors has ever known that advertisements can be "published" just like in newspapers and magazines, and in a more subtle and natural way.
Amidst the undulating waves, passenger ships with rows of cannons on both sides navigated the safe waterway, daring not to deviate even slightly.
On the east side of Oravi Island, deviating from the correct route often meant disappearance, and even pirates dared not stray too far from the safe zone.
This ocean is full of unexplored areas and all sorts of sensational legends!
After volunteering for more than two months and getting four real Acting opportunities, Klein said goodbye to his work carrying patients, scrubbing toilets, and cleaning up vomit, and boarded a ship bound for the Gargas Archipelago.
At the Tarot Club in early March, he successfully hired " The Hermit " Cattleya through a private conversation. He will meet her in Nass, the capital of the City of White Gargas Archipelago, and board this " Admiral of Stars " ship to travel to the almost illusory and dangerous ocean at the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea in search of the wild mermaids living there.
" The Hermit " Cattleya seemed very interested in meeting the Tarot Club members in person, agreeing to "The World's" request after only a few seconds of thought, but citing the level of danger, she set a relatively high price:
£3000!
Klein's first reaction was to give up and instead board Mr. " The Hanged Man's" ghost ship. However, considering that the latter was accompanied by many Sailor from the Church of Storms and was not so free, and that the danger of going to the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea was indeed high, he finally agreed to Ms. " The Hermit's " request. In return, she would wait near the Gargas Archipelago for a month starting in early April, and the cooperation would be terminated after the deadline.
In order not to waste the £1,000 deposit, Klein did not wait for the transaction to be fully completed before setting off from Oravi Island and heading straight for the Gargas Archipelago.
Of course, with the previous summary and the opportunity to actually Acting, he was very close to fully digesting the " Faceless " Potion. Even if he stopped playing the Acting and continued to act as Gehrman Sparrow, he could complete it within two or three weeks.
For this reason, and given that his identity as "The World" was now tied to Gehrman Sparrow, Klein reverted to his mad and powerful adventurer form after leaving the hospital, though with a degree of "disguise."
Looking out at the undulating sea, Klein finally saw the port city where houses were built primarily of white rock.
Nass, the capital of the Gargas Archipelago, the easternmost colony of the Feynapotter Empire!
"This means we've finally gone abroad..." Klein watched as a fishing boat laden with whale flesh and blood sailed into the harbor, its ruggedness almost tangible.
At the same time, he discovered that many ships flying pirate flags were anchored in the harbor without any regard for safety.
Sure enough, the eastern side of Oravi Island was a pirate's paradise... Klein put on his hat, picked up his luggage, and after the passenger ship came to a stop, he walked out of the cabin and down the gangway to the dock.
After walking a few steps, he saw a group of pirates seemingly clashing with a local gang. Both sides drew their weapons and fired at each other.
Klein calmly walked past without any intention of stopping him.
Just then, he saw a guy who looked like a local take several cans out of his pocket, open the lids, and throw them into the middle of the road.
"What does this mean?" Klein almost laughed, then thought of a famous item from the sea.
Wolffish canned food!
Wolffish canned food is popular in places like the east coast of Feysac and the Gargas Archipelago!
The thought had barely formed when an indescribable stench assaulted Klein's nostrils.
His face twitched a few times, but he forced himself to endure the discomfort and quickly left the area.
A few of the pirates who were attacked vomited on the spot, while the rest hurriedly dragged their companions away, as if they had suddenly lost their fighting ability.
A minute later, in a secluded corner, the crazed adventurer Gehrman Sparrow crouched down, silently retching...