In the luxurious carriage that left Earl Of Hall's house.
Luke was chatting with Ma 'am Mary about the distinguished guests, such as the Chairman of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council, the Director of the National Weather Service, Sir Des Shaw; the member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council, the President of the Royal Meteorological Society, the Member of Parliament, Mr. Cave; and the health director of Midseashire, the famous doctor, Mr. Hawksley.
They were all figures with extensive influence in the government, the royal family, or the House of Commons. The final report of this committee would become the most important basis for the Anti-Pollution Act and the Smoke Reduction Act.
The Coim Company, which mainly focused on anthracite and charcoal, wanted to promote and speed up this development, preventing the old but large competitors from transforming in time.
"They definitely won't be stingy with their gold pounds. They will definitely lobby those heavyweight Members of Parliament to interfere with our investigations. We need to have a clear response plan. Just like what Mr. Hibbert Hall said, we need to control public opinion and let the newspapers and magazines repeatedly publicize the horrors of smoke pollution …" Luke was a senior manager of the Coim Company, an important assistant to the major shareholder, Mary. He was also rather capable.
While chatting, Luke suddenly noticed that his wife was sitting beside him without saying a word, as though she had lost her soul.
"Stelyn, did something happen?" Luke asked with concern.
Stelyn snapped to her senses and squeezed out a smile.
"Nothing. I'm just a little tired."
"That's right. After meeting so many important figures, your mind must have been highly tense. Now that you can finally relax, it's normal to be tired. Actually, I'm the same," Luke said with a smile.
Stelyn didn't respond to him. Instead, she stared out the window and at the park with the lake.
Her ears were still echoing with that noble girl's careless words, "That's right.
"450 pounds."
"A well-trained hunting hound costs between 450 and 700 pounds," Roland said.
…
City of Silver, at the bottom of the spire.
Derrick Berg had been trapped in a small room the entire time. He ate and took his medicine regularly, and his mental state rapidly improved. He no longer had auditory and visual hallucinations.
I should be able to get out in a day or two … It's really suffocating to stay in such an environment all the time … The former captain of the exploration team next door has been locked up for forty-two years, but he's still very clear-headed and rational. If it were me, I'd definitely have gone crazy … However, the exploration stories and strange monsters he talked about are very attractive, and even a little scary … Derrick sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the candle that had burned to the end.
Until the next batch of food and medicine arrived, he would be in true darkness.
At that moment, a gray fog suddenly filled his vision as The Fool's deep voice sounded in his ears.
"Get ready for the party."
This change was fleeting. Derrick retracted his attention and subconsciously counted his heartbeats.
However, he soon discovered that it was unnecessary because he was currently alone and did not need to avoid others.
Derrick, who was no longer counting his heartbeats, quickly thought of a question.
I'm currently within the range of the mystical item's seal at the bottom of the spire. Will Mr. Fool's subsequent actions of pulling people above the gray fog be discovered and detected?
This is one of the two mystical items that prevented the City of Silver from being completely destroyed in the past few crises!
Amidst his unease and unease, Derrick, who had yet to make a decision, saw boundless crimson light surge out of the void. He saw it engulf him with just a single rush.
There was silence in the small, enclosed room. Even the sound of breathing was extremely weak.
Suddenly, the metal wall that separated Derrick and the former captain of the exploration team emitted a light "tap" sound.
This was the signal for the two of them to chat with each other.
"Tap!"
The other party bent his finger and tapped again.
After that, the third tap that should've quickly followed didn't appear for a long time.
After a while, the 'du' sound hesitantly rang out again. Then, the two rooms returned to silence, and there was no more movement.
…
After the lunch meeting, Audrey practiced the piano for a while before returning to her bedroom.
When she passed by her father, Earl Of Hall's study, she saw that the door was ajar and there was a thick stack of documents on the table.
There wasn't this before … Audrey's curiosity was piqued. She slowed down and gave the golden retriever, Susie, a signal with her eyes.
As a Spectator, Susie often only needed a tiny hint to understand what her owner wanted her to do. Of course, she would occasionally pretend that she didn't understand and just lay there motionlessly.
After receiving the signal, Susie silently trotted into the study. Then, she stretched out her two front legs and propped them on the edge of the table before standing up.
She quickly glanced at the first page of the stack of documents and returned to Audrey's side.
She lowered her voice and said, "A survey of the living conditions of all classes in East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district."
"Audrey, what's the meaning of this?"
A survey of the living conditions of all classes in East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district? Why did Dad suddenly do this survey? I don't remember mentioning anything like this to him … Audrey was puzzled and didn't have time to answer Susie's question.
She looked around and saw that the servants were all in their positions and didn't pay any special attention to her. So, she raised her head slightly and calmly turned around to enter Earl Of Hall's study.
Coming to the desk, Audrey looked down at the survey report and found that the title was indeed the same as what Susie had described.
Well, it was a typewritten document. The investigator was a reporter named Mike Joseph, and there was the Holy Emblem of the Goddess at the bottom … This was commissioned by the Church of the Goddess? But why did they give Dad a copy? Well, Dad is a believer of the Goddess, and the Church wants him to give some support in this matter? This is a good thing … Audrey made a preliminary judgment.
She originally had the idea of hiring someone to do a similar survey, but she felt that it wasn't in line with her intention of secretly guiding people. It was easy to make her presence known and no longer be ignored by the other nobles, so she had been hesitant to try it.
Audrey flipped through the documents and found that Mike Joseph wasn't the only one with reports regarding East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district. There were also many people who had conducted field investigations from different angles.
A few of them even mentioned the spread of cults and the collusion between some Beyonders and gangs.
Phew … Audrey looked at the clock in the study and saw that it was almost three o 'clock. She gave up on reading carefully and restored the documents to their original state.
Before leaving, she casually pulled out a book and disguised it as the reason she came in.
…
At three o 'clock sharp, the striking of the wall clock was still reverberating. Audrey had already appeared in the majestic palace in the dark red illusory light, appearing to the side of the long ancient table.
She smiled, stood up, and bowed to the seat of honor.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"
After receiving a slight nod in response, she greeted The Hanging Man, The World, Magicians, and the others. She acutely noticed that Sun seemed a little uneasy.
"What are you worried about?" Audrey asked.
This made Klein, who could also tell that Little Sun wasn't in a good state, no longer need to speak.
He, who had entered this mysterious space ahead of time, tidied up the items on the table. He threw the Aztec copper whistle, the Biological Poison Bottle, the Charismatic Order copper whistle, and other items into a corner, and covered them with a thick gray fog.
Now, there was only a Dark Emperor card on the table in front of him.
This was an item that matched the identity of The Fool!
Sun didn't hide anything. He immediately recounted how he had successfully "feigned illness" and how he had been sent to the bottom of the spire for isolation treatment.
In the end, he asked, "Honorable Mr. Fool, will that mystical item discover that I'm participating in the Tarot?"
How would I know … I don't even know what it is … However, for the time being, there aren't any strange or powerful forces attempting to invade … Yes, even the Eternal Blazing Sun and the True Creator haven't been able to find this place … Klein tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers and replied in a relaxed manner.
"Normally, it wouldn't be able to discover me."
"But some mystical items have special effects."
Seeing Mr. Fool give an affirmative answer, Derrick immediately felt a lot more at ease. He tersely acknowledged.
He tersely acknowledged and said, "I don't know what special effects it has either."
"This is one of the top secrets of the City of Silver."
Having said that, he suddenly recalled what the former captain of the exploratory team had said.
He blurted out, "Have you heard of a person named Amon?"
Amon? Klein thought for a moment and recalled the source of the sense of familiarity.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to answer. Instead, he cast his gaze at The Hanging Man. He knew very well that this middle-ranking member of the Church of the Storm also knew of Amon, and he might even know more than him. Similarly, Audrey also looked at The Hanging Man. The last time she had heard of this name was from him.
Magicians Fors listened with a blank look. She had a nagging feeling that what was being discussed was beyond her knowledge.
The Hanging Man Alger frowned and asked in puzzlement, "When your City of Silver was exploring the surrounding areas, you encountered a person who called himself Amon?"
"When your City of Silver was exploring the surrounding area, you encountered a person who called himself Amon?"
"Or did you discover similar records?"
Sun nodded seriously and said, "Yes.
"Yes. Forty-two years ago, an expedition team encountered a person who called himself Amon in the depths of the darkness. After returning to the City of Silver, they lost control one after another. Only one of them was left, and he was locked at the bottom of the spire. It's right next to me."
"Maybe he's crazy too. That's just his imagination …" Magicians Fors made a guess with her rich experience in writing novels.
The Hanging Man Alger glanced at Mr. Fool who was seated at the very top. Seeing that "He" was calm and indifferent, "He" didn't say anything, he mustered his courage and said,
"Imagination is one possibility, but he wouldn't come up with the name 'Amon' without a reason."
He turned his head to look at Sun.
"In the Fourth Epoch, well, 1,500 years ago in our country, or even longer, there was a family that possessed strange powers. They belonged to the Tudor Dynasty, and their surname was Amon."
"Even in that era with many High-Sequence Beyonders, this family's surname was a taboo."
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