After hearing The Hanging Man's recount, Klein couldn't help but think of Red Angel Medici and the evil spirit in the underground ruins.
However, he did not share the findings of this exploration. Firstly, it was not necessary for the time being. Secondly, it involved Miss Sharon.
As for the other members, they already knew that Bansy Harbor had been destroyed. Since The Hanging Man hadn't revealed any new information, they naturally didn't have any intention of responding.
Seeing that no one spoke, Alger swept a glance at The World before retracting his gaze.
"It's your turn."
Cattleya immediately turned her head to look at Magicians Fors.
"Ma 'am, what else do you know about Mr. Door? I can pay you accordingly. "
Fors, who originally didn't want to reveal her problem, suddenly hesitated and wavered when she heard the latter half of the sentence.
I wonder how much Ma 'am Hermit can pay me … I don't know much about Mr. Door either … Besides, part of it stems from Mr. Fool's words … Magicians Fors looked at the end of the long bronze table again.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, may I speak?"
As he would see her every full moon, he knew that Miss Magician's financial situation wasn't too good. He smiled and nodded.
"Sure."
Fors silently heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Cattleya.
"500 pounds. You can apply for a one-on-one exchange."
Cattleya didn't bargain and thought for a moment.
"No need, just say it."
She hoped that the other members would recall more about Mr. Door after hearing Miss Magicians's story.
Fors nodded and deliberated over her words.
"I once obtained a mystical item that can help a person traverse the spirit world. However, after using it, I will hear strange ravings every time there's a full moon or blood moon. It will bring me pain that nearly causes me to lose control.
"And according to Mr. Fool, the ravings came from Mr. Door."
She paused for a second and added,
"He might be asking for help."
So Fors has been suffering in silence … She doesn't show it at all usually. She always looks like she's enjoying life … As Audrey subconsciously pitied her friend, she reflected on her failure to use her powers as a Spectator to discover Fors's abnormality.
A mystical item that can traverse the spirit world … Ravings during the full moon … Suspected to be a cry for help … Cattleya repeated the main points of Miss Magicians's words and nodded in satisfaction.
"Thank you for your description."
She then glanced at the other members and regretfully found that no one had any additional reactions.
The free exchange continued and came to an end without much trouble.
After watching the members leave and helping them complete the actual operations of a few transactions, Klein returned to the real World. He sat down on the reclining chair and rested for a while.
Following that, he walked to his desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Sharon. He told her that the Lucky Necklace had been sold, and all that was left was the Biological Poison Bottle and the Lunatic Beyonder characteristic.
After folding the letter and writing the information of 126 Garde Street in Hillston Borough, Mrs. Maryam, and so on, Klein opened the iron cigar case again and made Admiral of Blood Señor silently appear beside him.
This Wraith was like a valet as he humbly picked up the letter on the table and disappeared from the room.
A few blocks away, a letter appeared out of thin air and fell into a mailbox.
…
East Chester County, inside the Hall family's castle.
Audrey's blue eyes looked at the mirror without focus as her mind was filled with the contents of the Book of Secrets.
This knowledge intertwined to form an illusory book. Once she recalled it, it would appear, and she could flip to the corresponding page according to her will.
This was a product of Klein's ability to directly use some of the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog, combining the information bestowed with a Seer's ability to recall dreams. It could last for a week or two.
And this was enough for Audrey to finish reading the Book of Secrets. If there was anything she couldn't remember, she could continue asking for a bestowment.
Mr. Fool's condition seems to be getting better … Audrey thought in delight as her eyes gradually regained their luster.
She stood up and walked to the door, smiling at the golden retriever who was sitting outside in boredom.
"Susie, you don't look ladylike like that."
Susie looked around warily and sniffled before saying, "This is the most standard action for hunting dogs."
But you're not a qualified hunting dog … Audrey lampooned and said with a smile,
"I thought you'd answer me like this: 'Audrey, I'm just a dog ~'."
But you're not a qualified hunting dog … Audrey lampooned and said with a smile, "I thought you'd answer me like this: 'Audrey, I'm just a dog ~'."
Susie replied in a serious tone,
"It's easy for others to grasp one's habits and mental activities with overly repetitive words.
"Audrey, that's what the psychology book said."
"…" Audrey was momentarily at a loss for words. At that moment, she saw her father, Earl Of Hall, walk up the castle's stairs with a valet and an attendant.
And even though the sun was shining brightly outside, it remained dark and gloomy inside. There were even candlesticks that had been lit. They were embedded in the walls, illuminating the stairs.
"This castle is really too old. I think it needs a major renovation," Earl Of Hall casually complained to his daughter.
Audrey nodded reservedly.
"Yes, my dear Earl. That's exactly why I don't like this place. It makes me feel like I'm slowly rotting."
"But I actually spend 13000 pounds to repair this place every year," Earl Of Hall said with a sigh with a smile.
Audrey glanced at Susie and smiled at her father.
"Father, why are you looking for me?"
Earl Of Hall pointed at the piece of paper in his attendant's hand.
"It's a telegram from Baekeland. Someone is selling 10% of the Bicycle Company's shares. Baby, are you interested? I believe that this industry has a very bright future, and it's currently far from reaching the lowest expectations. "
"Bicycle?" Audrey was unfamiliar with the term. Her eyes darted around slightly as she wore a puzzled expression.
Earl Of Hall smiled at his daughter.
"It's a two-wheeled machine that allows people to ride. You can understand it as a carriage for ordinary people.
"In Rouen and Baekeland, the majority of people aren't nobles or merchants, but ordinary people who do manual labor. Next are the more skilled and have a certain level of status. These are the people that the bicycle targets. They have the absolute majority and a certain purchasing power. Even if only 10% of them are willing to buy a bicycle, it will allow the company to develop very well.
"Yes, they have the corresponding patents."
Audrey believed in her father's foresight. She could also understand the prospects described by Earl Of Hall. She nodded gently.
"What's the approximate value of 10% of the shares?"
"According to preliminary investigations, the Baekeland Bicycle Company is currently worth 50,000 pounds. This is because the product's promotion and sales still need time to brew. Therefore, you can't simply believe that 10% of the shares is only worth 5,000 pounds. My suggestion is to offer 8,000 pounds for the first round, with a minimum price of 15000 pounds. I'll send someone to help you handle this matter," Earl Of Hall said succinctly.
About 10,000 pounds … I've used up most of my cash this month … Audrey said in a slightly embarrassed manner, "Father, I can't fork out that amount of money at once.
"Dad, I can't come up with this amount of money at once, and selling stocks, real estate, mines, or waiting for their profits will take some time."
Earl Of Hall laughed out loud.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble. You can pledge the shares of the Baekeland Arms Corporation or the Pritz Commercial Shipping Company to the bank for a short period of time. Then, you can pledge the Bicycle Company's shares to the bank for a long period of time and use the loan to repay the previous loan.
"This way, you only need to pay a relatively high interest for one to two weeks to complete the transaction. And the Bicycle Company's annual dividend is enough to cover the interest of the long-term loan. It allows you to patiently wait for the appreciation of the shares, and that's something that has a high probability of happening."
Although Audrey had never received a complete education in business and finance, she had a father who was a big banker. She wasn't unfamiliar with such matters, so she understood the entire process after some thought.
She asked in confirmation, "In other words, I only need to pay 200 to 300 pounds to obtain 10% of the Bicycle Company's shares?"
"Perhaps less," Earl Of Hall said with a smile.
Audrey understood what her father meant. As the largest shareholder of Varvat Bank and the fourth largest shareholder of Baekeland Bank, he had the ability to allow his daughter to obtain a short-term loan with reasonable interest.
"Thank you, my dear Earl." Audrey held back a smile, lifted her skirt, and bowed.
…
Under the moonlight at night, the seawater was a deep blue that was almost black. Alger Wilson stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the silent silhouette of Pasu Island.
This was the headquarters of the Church of the Storm, a land blessed by the true God!
As a middle-ranking member of the Church, Alger remembered that he had only been here three times. The first time was when he found the Blue Avenger and was promoted to Seafarer. The second time was last year's report. The third time was a long time ago. As a mixed-blood with dark blue hair, he was selected to enter the headquarters and become a member of the children's choir. However, he had no talent in singing, so he was quickly dismissed. He returned to the small church on the island where he was born to be a servant. And the pastor there was a person who was very rough with his subordinates.
Every time he recalled this experience, his expression would become rather solemn, yearning to ascend to a high position.
In the wind, the Blue Avenger quietly moved forward and headed for the port.
…
In Baekeland, which had also fallen into the night, Emlyn White, who was dressed in a formal suit and a silk top hat, lurked outside the mansion of another Sanguine Baron, Rus Báthory.
He believed that the other party would soon take action and retrieve the bait. And to a Sanguine, such a night with the crimson moon was very suitable for hunting.
After an unknown period of time, Emlyn's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw a figure jump down from the window at the back of the house and land silently.
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