This is also the question I wanted to ask … At the end of the long, mottled table, The Fool Klein echoed Mr. The Hanging Man inwardly.
Leonard thought for a moment and tried to find a possible reason.
"The True Creator's birth stems from Rose Redemption, but that doesn't mean that 'He' knows everything about Rose Redemption. Perhaps figuring out the truth back then is one of 'His' goals …"
Just as he said that, Audrey denied this guess.
"The Angel of Fate, Ouroboros, who painted that mural, is still inside Rose Redemption and follows the True Creator. If 'He' has any questions, just ask 'Him.'"
"Perhaps the True Creator's goal is to confirm Dark Angel Sasrir's condition. From Shepherd Lovia's strong desire to enter the Giant King's palace, this can be determined." Cattleya gave her opinion.
"That's also my judgment." The Hanging Man Alger glanced at Sun Derrick and said, "Of course, we can't eliminate the possibility raised by The Star. Perhaps Angel of Fate Ouroboros's condition isn't right and has lost most of his memories. He can only rely on the murals left behind in the past to slowly recover his lost past. This probability is very low, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. We don't know what's special or problematic with a King of Angels. "
As he spoke, The Hanging Man Alger glanced at Mr. Fool, as though he wanted to obtain a hint from this existence, but unfortunately, he failed to receive any feedback.
It wasn't that The Fool Klein didn't have any ideas, but that he had too many ideas to give.
Every time Tail Devourer Ouroboros "reboots," he would grow up beside the True Creator. No one knows what "His" current state is … After mumbling inwardly, seeing that no one had any more inspiration for the time being, Klein controlled The World to look at Sun Derrick.
"I recently harvested a batch of mushrooms that can grow and reproduce by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters in the darkness. I wonder if your City of Silver is interested?"
A mushroom that can devour the flesh and blood of monsters? Xio and company were momentarily alarmed and curious, unsure of how such a creature could exist.
Indeed, there are many things in the World that we don't understand yet … This is what a Scribe should record … Magicians Fors sighed as she came to a realization.
Cattleya's gaze suddenly deepened. She sat there without saying a word or moving her body. She was like a statue.
Derrick was delighted when he heard that, but his thoughts raced as he blurted out, "What's the matter?
"Can the mushrooms attack the monsters?"
If possible, this could be used as food, and it could also be used as the outer defense system of the City of Silver.
I thought Little Sun would be afraid of those mushrooms … In the end, his "request" is even more excessive … The corners of The World's German Sparrow's mouth twitched.
"No, if Mushroom can actively attack monsters, then you guys won't be an exception."
Sun immediately felt a little ashamed as he hurriedly nodded.
"I understand, Mr. World."
Klein then made the fake World give a further description:
"Some of those mushrooms can be ground into flour, some can produce milk, and some can be rich in oil, equivalent to beef. Some have a texture similar to fish, but they don't have any bones … Apart from milk that can be drunk directly, the rest has to be cooked through steaming, boiling, frying, roasting, and other methods. Otherwise, those mushrooms will absorb the flesh and blood in the body and regain their vitality, turning a person into countless mushrooms from the inside out …"
Audrey, The Hanging Man Alger, and the other Tarot members were originally listening to a novel and interesting story, but as they listened, they subconsciously shrank back and became abnormally silent.
Only Cattleya's eyelids twitched. She decided to have a good "talk" with Frank when she returned to the real World.
She was very worried that one day, when the Star Pirates held a vote among the crew, a large number of mushrooms would cast a solemn vote.
At this moment, Sun, who had been listening attentively, couldn't hide his anticipation and curiosity.
"Mr. World, what's flour? Just like Black-Faced Grass powder?
"Also, what's milk, what's beef, and what's fish?"
In fact, he had seen fish before, but he didn't think that they were fish. In a swamp southwest of the City of Silver, there were many strange fish-shaped monsters that contained venom. Some of them were covered in lumps, some had teeth growing out of their eyes, and some had split heads with a layer of white membrane that could be used to hunt other creatures.
… No matter how strange those mushrooms are, to the City of Silver, they're something worth looking forward to … The first thing they need to resolve is whether they have them, not whether they're good or not … The Fool Klein sighed when he heard that and turned his gaze to Justice Audrey.
Describing in detail what flour, milk, beef, and fish was not in line with the persona of The World, German Sparrow.
As a senior Spectator and Gehrman Sparrow's Psychiatrist, Audrey instantly understood what he was trying to express. After some deliberation, she said, "Don't worry.
After some deliberation, she said, "Milk is the liquid that cows use to nurture their offspring …"
She believed that Little Sun could easily understand this point. After all, the City of Silver had pregnant women and infants.
Seeing Sun nod in understanding, she continued, "Milk can provide a lot of nutrients, helping you grow taller and stronger …"
Audrey didn't finish her sentence, because Little Sun, who was sitting in his seat, was extremely tall and sturdy.
After Miss Justice finished explaining the concepts, Sun looked at The World, German Sparrow, with a fervent gaze.
After Miss Justice finished explaining the concepts, Sun looked at The World, German Sparrow, with a fervent gaze.
"Thank you, Mr. World. This is exactly what our City of Silver needs. When I return, I'll immediately inform the Chief. He will definitely be very happy.
"What do you want in exchange?"
The Fool Klein hesitated for a moment before controlling The World, German Sparrow.
"The potion formula of Classical Metallurgist."
No! Cattleya subconsciously wanted to stop him, but she ultimately held back her urge.
She secretly glanced at Mr. Fool, and seeing that the mighty existence didn't say anything, she immediately felt a lot more at ease.
"Yes," agreed Derrick cheerfully.
After exchanging these matters, Leonard requested for a private conversation with The Moon Emlyn.
"When will I be released?" Emlyn asked the moment the other members of the Tarot were blocked.
Leonard maintained his posture and said, "This is something I can't decide.
My suggestion is that you get someone to contact the upper echelons of the Sanguine as soon as possible and get them to think of a way to get you out. "
These two fellows even caused an accident with a simple "protective custody"? The Fool Klein, who was listening by the side, wanted to laugh, but he held back.
Emlyn's expression sank. After a few seconds, he said, "That's right.
"What's the point of looking for the higher-ups of the Blood Clan?"
"The Goddess is the Lady of Crimson. She still cares for you fellows who belong to the Moon domain, even though you don't believe in 'Her,'" Leonard said in a perfunctory manner.
The real explanation in his mind was: An ancient race like the Sanguine that had lived for several eons definitely had some sort of connection with the various Churches, especially back when the Sanguine Queen was the empress of the Night Emperor. And back then, the Church of Evernight supported the Night Emperor.
Emlyn also thought of this and nodded slightly.
"I'll try entrusting it to Mr. World."
This was the most reliable candidate he could think of.
Just as he said that, Emlyn and Leonard suddenly said at the same time, "That's right.
"That's not right."
"You thought of it too?" Emlyn then glanced at the star beside him.
Leonard chuckled.
"It's such a simple question."
Emlyn replied with a scoff.
"But you just suggested that I contact the upper echelons of the vampires.
I've already been imprisoned in the Church of Evernight for several days. They must've long known what they should know. They didn't attempt to rescue me probably because they want to observe who else will help me so as to find my accomplices.
Leonard's gaze was elsewhere.
"That might be the case. Therefore, you can only continue to stay behind Chanis Gate. Perhaps in a few more days, they will lose their patience and get you out."
"…" Emlyn was at a loss as to what expression to show in response.
After the man and Sanguine finished their private conversation, The World German Sparrow looked at Magicians Fors.
"Give me the meeting place and time. After the gathering, I will find you and take you to a new place."
"Alright." Magicians Fors hurriedly applied to Mr. Fool and conjured the time and location on a piece of goatskin.
When she handed over the piece of paper, she hesitated for a moment before asking,
"Mr. World, what should I pay attention to this time?"
"Keep warm," The World's German Sparrow replied simply.
Keep warm … Magicians Fors was momentarily stunned, unsure of what he was trying to say.
After reading the goatskin parchment, The World German Sparrow surveyed the area and said,
"Everyone in Baekeland, please pay close attention to your surroundings."
Firstly, it was very likely that Zaratul would "fish" Amon over. Secondly, Demoness Trissy might help Mr. Door prepare the ritual. Thirdly, it was unknown when George III would begin the final step of becoming the Black Emperor.
"Alright." Audrey and the other Tarot members in Baekeland nodded one after another. They recalled the recent situation and didn't find anything abnormal.
After communicating for a while, the other members asked Miss Justice to use Hypnosis to help them forget a portion of their memories. With that, the Tarot Gathering came to an end. One figure after another disappeared above the gray fog, leaving only The Fool Klein behind.
After sitting in silence for more than ten minutes and thinking about other problems, Klein returned to the real World. He "Teleported" to the agreed location and waited to meet Miss Magicians.
It was almost winter, and the sky was dark at four in the afternoon. The clouds were gray, and the gas supply was restricted due to the war, so the street lamps hadn't been lit.
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