Five in the afternoon, Olive Tree Avenue, Padme's Divination Hut.
Alger Wilson pushed open the brown wooden door with a pane of glass and entered the mysticism themed coffee shop.
He ordered a cup of Fermo coffee from the Paz Valley on the Southern Continent's Star Highlands. He took out the tarot cards he had bought previously and placed them by the side. The topmost card was The Hanging Man. It depicted an angel hanging upside down with his hands tied behind his back.
Unlike in the morning, he had changed his attire. He was wearing a classic dark-colored robe and a clergyman's bonnet. He looked like a wizard or magician who had walked out of folklore.
Silently drawing a breath, Alger slowly savored his coffee. He wasn't anxious to see who he was waiting for.
After about five or six minutes, the brown wooden door inlaid with thick glass opened again, and a young man wearing a black coat and a half top hat walked in.
This gentleman didn't look to be in his thirties. His face was thin and angular, and he exuded a mature and gloomy aura. He was none other than Klein, who had slightly adjusted his appearance and changed his persona.
He wasn't wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but his vision wasn't affected. He casually swept his gaze and landed on Alger's dark blue sideburns.
Klein's gaze moved down and saw the The Hanging Man card placed at the top.
Without needing a word, he walked over, took off his hat, and sat opposite Alger. He smiled sinisterly.
He smiled sinisterly and said, "I wish to divine."
As he spoke, he had already taken in the appearance of the Tarot Club's Doyen.
He had deep facial features and a rough outline. He had an obvious weather-beaten complexion. It was obvious that he was good at fighting and was the type that often traveled the world.
His skin was bronze, but it was different from the locals. He looked like a pure Rouen who had been exposed to the elements all year round. However, his dark blue hair was rather special. He didn't belong to the Rouen, but was closer to the colonized race of Desi Bay near the Berserk Sea.
Mixed-blood … Klein made a judgment inwardly.
Alger looked at the man opposite him and slowly overlapped his image with The World. Then, he pushed out the tarot cards and said in a deep voice,
"This requires you to shuffle and cut the deck yourself."
Klein reached out and picked them up. He unfolded them and looked at them. Then, he put them together and shuffled them.
He cut the cards in a row, drew out three cards, and arranged them in the past, present, and future array.
Klein slowly leaned back, but his right hand flipped the tarot card in the middle. There was a naked woman wrapped in a purple scarf, surrounded by a green garland that looked like a door.
This was the World card numbered 21. The 22nd returned to 0, symbolizing The Fool.
"How should I interpret it?" Klein asked deliberately.
Although The Hanging Man hadn't explicitly mentioned that World was The Fool's Blessed, Klein believed that there was no need for him to take any chances in this regard. Being frank about it was better for him to establish his image. If the other party hadn't guessed it, it would be a sign of sincerity and confidence. If Alger already knew of it, it would make World appear calm, as though everything was under his control.
He knows that I know of it? Before I raised the topic above the gray fog, he already believed that I could guess it? Impressive … Alger's heart skipped a beat as he replied unhurriedly, "Inversion means that the matter will fail due to insufficient preparations."
"Then what kind of preparations do I need to make?" Klein nodded thoughtfully and asked.
Alger retrieved all the tarot cards except for World and skillfully shuffled and cut the deck.
Alger took back all the tarot cards outside of The World and skillfully shuffled and cut the cards.
Then, he flipped over the topmost card.
Alger's voice remained deep.
"You need advice, the help of faith and religion to avoid walking down the wrong path."
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he flipped over the second card according to the order. On it was the Moon that overlooked the land.
"You will be confused, you will be sleepy, and you will wander in a dream, but this is only temporary."
Following that, Alger took out the third tarot card. It was a Sun card.
"Everything will pass, and the light will eventually illuminate the land," he said like a charlatan.
Following that, Alger took out the third tarot card. It was a Sun card.
"Everything will pass, and the light will eventually illuminate the land," he said like a charlatan.
"Church, dream, Sun?"
A smile suffused Alger's face as he nodded gently.
"That's right."
In the tarot divination, he had hidden hints of a follow-up plan.
In fact, since he hadn't entered the game and wasn't being paid any attention to, there was no need for him to be so tactful. He could've directly explained the details, but Alger felt that he should test the Blessed, World, to see if he had enough brains and not rely more on brute force.
If both parties were on the same level of intelligence, Alger believed that they could cooperate more in the future. There was no need for smart people to talk too much. On the contrary, he would try his best not to involve The World too deeply in his matters. He would only ask for his help when he needed a fighter, unless Mr. Fool had other orders.
Now, The World's answer and previous performance made him confirm that he was shrewd, tough, and experienced.
Heh, I'm a tarot card expert … In this aspect, Mr. The Hanging Man, you are just a beginner … Klein snickered inwardly and belittled him inwardly.
The hidden content of The Hanging Man's interpretation was very simple. The Pope card meant that he wanted to inform the Church of the Storm about Blazing Dhaniz and Steel Maveti. He wanted to use the power of the Mandated Punishers to divide the enemy and reap the benefits.
This was Klein's usual method, so it wasn't difficult for him to understand it.
The Moon and Sun cards that followed were warnings from The Hanging Man.
Since the Mandated Punishers had been introduced, they had to be prepared. And according to Alger's experience, when dealing with such problems, his colleagues in Bayam would definitely use a Sealed Artifact that could force many people within range into a dream. And Steel Maveti's characteristics determined that there would definitely be an item that could counter the Sun domain.
I can restrain dreams, so I'm not afraid of the Sun … Klein reached out and turned the reversed World card in front of him half a circle, turning it into a proper position. It meant that this plan was feasible and that he would be prepared.
Alger looked up and took a deep breath.
"The owner of this place is good at aromatherapy. He can use different essential oils, extract, incense, and flower essences to treat the corresponding emotional problems and calm the uneasy mind. Do you want to give it a try?"
Use the contact point at Amyris Avenue? Klein replied with a smile.
"Alright."
The two of them looked at each other without moving. They didn't mention aromatherapy again. Everything was understood without words.
Klein didn't stay any longer. He took out his pocket watch and opened it to take a look before slowly standing up.
Alger wiped away his smile, pressed his hand to his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Let us praise the gods. All divination results come from the revelations provided by 'Him.'"
Yo, you even know how to express your loyalty … Klein held back his laughter and imitated The Hanging Man Alger as he solemnly replied.
"Let us praise the gods."
He took two steps out and suddenly stopped. He turned back to look at Alger and chuckled as he put on his hat.
"Frankly speaking, you aren't suited for such an outfit."
Ah? Alger couldn't keep up with Mr. World's train of thought.
After Klein pulled open the door and walked out of the themed café, Alger retracted his gaze and looked at the mirror in the corner. He seriously examined his current attire.
He originally didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but after being mentioned by World, he found it more and more incongruous. He finally understood why Klein had said that.
A fellow who looked boorish and weathered, as though he could summon a hundred sailors to gang up on him at any time or take out an axe to chop down a swath of people, really shouldn't be wearing such a mysterious classical mage robe. It was very out of place.
…
Cathedral of Waves.
After changing back into his original clothes, Alger followed the praying believers and kept a low profile as he entered the hall. He used the opportunity of confession to meet the diocesan bishop, Chogo, through the priest in charge.
After bowing, he went straight to the point.
"I met Blazing Dhaniz. He claimed that Vice Admiral Iceberg's key had nothing to do with Death's treasure and was even willing to sell it.
He entrusted me to keep an eye on Steel Maveti's whereabouts. He seems to have been injured by this Admiral of Blood's second mate, and he's in a rush to escape his pursuit.
"Your Excellency, I wish to leak this news so that Steel Maveti and his subordinates can successfully block Blazing Dhaniz. We can then take this opportunity to capture or kill all of them on the spot.
"This can effectively combat the arrogance of the pirates."
Chogo showed an expression of admiration.
"Very good. Your ability to handle matters is much better than I expected."
Alger replied with a sincere expression,
"This is all because of the Lord's guidance and thanks to your teachings.
"In the evening, I'll find a suitable target to leak the news. If I come to pray again, it means that Steel Maveti isn't taking any action for the time being. If I don't appear again, it means that he or his subordinates have already taken control of me to prevent the news from leaking. This means that they will fall into the trap."
After explaining the specific location and other matters, Alger returned to the confession room and left normally.
…
7: 15 PM, Amyris Leaf Bar.
Alger, who was wearing wide-legged pants and had his dark blue hair wrapped in a scarf, held a glass of Lanti Proof and stood next to the boxing ring. He looked at the two bruised contestants with a mocking expression.
Soon, he noticed that his target had entered and was heading straight for the bar counter.
After waiting for a while, Alger sat beside the thin, swarthy man and chuckled.
"I heard that 'Steel' came to Bayam?"
The man turned his head warily and replied with a fake smile,
"Why didn't I know?"
"Is that so? Looks like Raging Flames lied to me! "Alger slapped the bar and drank a mouthful of wine.
"Raging Flames … Dhaniz?" The man's eyes lit up as he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, that's him!" Alger gnashed his teeth. "I ran into him in the Gold Coin Casino this morning. The goddamn guy claimed that 'Steel' was in Bayam. Damn it. How dare he lie to me!"
The swarthy, thin man's eyes darted around slightly, but he didn't interrupt.
After listening quietly, he stood up and chuckled.
"I forgot that I still have something to do. Let's play cards later."
He patted Alger on the shoulder and left the bar in a seemingly calm but hurried manner.
Alger held his glass and turned his body to look at his back. His eyes were deep and his lips were unsmiling.
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