After The World and The Sun finished their private conversation, the Tarot Gathering entered a free chat session. With great interest, Audrey inquired about the unique scenery and strange happenings at sea. The Hanging Man, Alger, gave a selective description based on his own knowledge.
Magicians, Fors listened quietly and gradually gained inspiration. She wanted to write a novel about a pirate king. She wanted to write about how he captured a female passenger and had a love-hate relationship with her, a story where fantasy and reality coexisted.
Sun could only imagine what the sea looked like based on the paintings and the corresponding text in the City of Silver's collection.
In the end, Klein, whose spirituality was gradually drained, announced the end of the Tarot Gathering. He quickly returned to the real World and took an afternoon nap.
…
7: 30 pm, Empress Borough, in a house that seemed to belong to a noble.
Fors put on a hooded robe. After many days, she once again participated in the gathering organized by Mr. A.
She sat quietly in a corner and pretended to casually look around. She found that Mr. A, who was sitting alone in the sofa, seemed a little different from before.
This wasn't a change in appearance or temperament, because his face was completely hidden in the shadows of the hood. Fors couldn't see him clearly at all.
She felt that he was different, but it was an almost intuitive feeling.
Mr. A was no longer as leisurely and indifferent as before. He always looked at everyone with a condescending attitude. Now, he seemed to be very repressed, trying hard to control something, and the sense of danger he gave off skyrocketed.
In the past, Mr. A was like a mountain, but now, he's closer to a venomous snake with its forked tongue … The best-selling author, Fors, suddenly felt glad that she hadn't brought her along to hide the matter of the Tarot. In order not to let Xio know that she was seeking to purchase items from the Sun domain.
This way, even if something unexpected were to happen, it would be much easier for me to escape … Fors turned the bracelet that only had two stones left.
She wasn't in a hurry to write her request on a note and give it to the attendant. Instead, she patiently watched for a while.
This was not because she was naturally cautious, but because the past few lessons had left a deep impression on her. The only two stones left on the bracelet were proof.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote in deliberately distorted handwriting:
"Seeking to purchase mystical items or powerful Beyonder weapons from the Sun domain."
After handing the note to the attendant, Fors looked around again, but she was unable to find the Eternal Blazing Sun believer who had helped with the purification and exorcism ritual among the many disguised or concealed figures.
As the waiters shuttled back and forth, the whole hall was quiet and orderly.
After the discussion in the middle, Fors's request was added to the two blackboards at the front.
Before long, she received a reply from the waiter.
A small piece of white paper was filled with densely packed words:
"Mystical item, Ring of Light. It allows the wearer to become an emissary of light, a servant of the Sun. They will be immune to many diseases and wield the power of holiness. The wearer can summon dazzling beams of light and use many spells from the Sun domain. It can purify dead spirits within fifty meters. It is the nemesis of such creatures."
"Through this ring, those that the wearer approves of will be enhanced, and those that disapprove will be weakened."
"The only problem is that if the wearer uses it frequently, they will gradually become a believer of the Eternal Blazing Sun. They will slowly abide by the teachings from the bottom of their hearts and praise the Sun."
"If you wish to obtain it, please pay 9,000 pounds in cash in one go. I can wait for you to raise it."
9,000 pounds? Fors gaped, feeling as though the other party was robbing her.
This was a huge amount of wealth that she couldn't borrow even if she borrowed it from someone!
Apart from the deposit for the assassination of the Ambassador with Intis, all the money she had seen up to this point didn't add up to this much!
A person with 9,000 pounds in cash would definitely be considered a tycoon even in Baekeland!
Although I know that mystical items are expensive, I didn't expect them to be this expensive … Does he want to stop participating in Beyonder gatherings after receiving 9,000 pounds, withdraw from this circle, and enjoy life in peace? Fors quietly took a deep breath and didn't dare to respond for a moment.
She pretended as though nothing had happened and listened in for nearly ten minutes, but she didn't receive any other responses or relatively cheap Beyonder weapons. She had no choice but to get up and head to the bathroom.
After confirming that no one was around, she closed the bathroom door, sat on the toilet, and recited Mr. Fool's honorific name. She told him what had happened in the form of a prayer and asked "Him" to pass it on to The World.
Above the endless grayish-white fog, Klein, who had heard the overlapping illusory voices, quickly entered and gained a basic grasp of the situation.
9,000 pounds? He silently recited this number, and his expression twisted slightly.
After silently calculating the amount of money he could raise in a short period of time, he exhaled, conjured the fake World, and manipulated him to respond:
"… The negative side effects of this mystical item are too serious. I don't want to become a believer of the Sun."
"You don't have to worry about this anymore. Let's switch to cash transactions."
"Pay 450 pounds, and the recipe for the Trickmaster is yours," Lucien said.
As soon as he said that, the connection was cut off. Klein watched The World disappear, raised his hand to rub his forehead, and muttered to himself:
Next, we'll have to see what clues that Barbarian lady can gather … Mengmeng thought to herself.
Otherwise, I'll have to buy that brooch from Old Mister Eye of Wisdom.
…
In the bathroom, Fors heaved a sigh of relief and indicated that she would hold the sacrificial ritual as soon as possible.
It's a pity that I don't know the formula for the time being. Otherwise, I could take the opportunity to see if there are any Beyonder ingredients I need … 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 the issue of bargaining. This was because even if she could get the other party a thousand pounds cheaper, she didn't have the money to buy it. More importantly, she felt that Mr. World wouldn't be able to afford it either.
She watched until the end, and due to Mr. A's changes, she didn't stay any longer. Without talking to anyone, she quickly left the house.
After more than ten minutes, the gathering was completely over, leaving only Mr. A and his attendants behind.
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, and the shadow beneath him quickly turned crimson.
His flesh and blood melted and soaked into it, making the shadow look like a brand new, skinless, monster-like person that had been separated from his body!
Gasp … Mr. A's breathing gradually calmed down, and his tense body slowly relaxed.
The separated flesh and blood "flowed" back into the body again.
Everything became normal again.
Mr. A crawled forward and knelt in the basement. Once again, he choked with sobs and made a confession.
He was repenting for his previous mistakes and his lack of vigilance, allowing the Lord's descent to be foiled.
…
City of Silver, Derrick Berg's home.
He circled the table in silence a few times, unable to make up his mind. His rationality told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was the best choice, but his mind kept flashing with the faces of the other members who were participating in the mission. He felt that he would be abandoning them if he pretended to lose control and didn't go!
Is there no way to save them? Should I find an opportunity to meet the Chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the Fallen Creator, an evil god who wields the Shepherd pathway? I'll tell him to be careful of Elder Lovia and change the person-in-charge of this mission … But, where should I say that I learned this from? In their eyes, Mr. Fool should also be equivalent to an evil god … Derrick scratched his hair in frustration.
The Axe of Hurricane was placed within reach, and with every bolt of lightning that streaked across the window, it emitted a faint glow.
Suddenly, Derrick stopped in his tracks and looked at the alternating light and darkness outside. He looked at the deep black sky.
It was as if he had seen his parents before they died, and he found the pain of stabbing a straight sword down.
It's too late this time … I have to make preparations in the future. I have to make sure that the discovery of the Fallen Creator isn't suspected … His expression contorted for a moment as he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself. Then, he suddenly left the window and returned to the table. He began to practice the Light Suppliant Beyonder powers to expend his spirituality, allowing it to quickly dry up.
…
In Earl Of Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey, who was leisurely painting in the art studio, heard a rhythmic knock on the door.
When her maid, Annie, opened the door, she realized that it was her mother, Countess Caitlyn.
Although this lady was close to fifty, she looked to be in her early thirties. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was beautiful and graceful. She was enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.
"Mom, what's the matter?" Audrey put down the items in her hand and stood up in puzzlement.
The Countess looked at her youngest daughter, who was more beautiful than she was when she was younger, and smiled.
"I just attended a banquet. Madam Della said that you're very interested in psychology and want to hire a tutor, is that right?"
"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet …" Audrey pretended to be hesitant as she answered, as usual.
How could the Countess not see through her daughter's thoughts?
She smiled and said, "She recommended a psychiatrist named Escalante. If you don't have any problems, I'll send someone to invite her for lessons twice a week. How about that?"
"You decide." Audrey's smile blossomed bit by bit. "Mom, come, sit here. I happen to be lacking a beautiful model!"
…
On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the Baekeland Morning Post that there would be a gathering held by Old Mister Eye of Wisdom tomorrow night.
He immediately heaved a sigh of relief, no longer worrying about whether the items could keep up with Miss Sharon's siege of the enemy.
To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Quelaag Club for a day of leisure.
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