Upon hearing Mr. The Hanging Man's question, Sun replied with some shame, "No, I've been constantly assigned to patrol missions.
"No, I've been assigned to patrol missions recently, so I haven't had the time to investigate."
Alger wasn't surprised by this, but he was curious about something else.
"Why don't you get help from friends you know?
"You can not tell them your real purpose. You can split the whole thing into small, inconspicuous missions and let them collect intelligence from different aspects. This way, nothing will be exposed, and they will not be put in danger."
After a few seconds of silence, Derrick said, "That's right.
"I don't have any friends."
Before his parents died, he actually had a certain number of friends in general education classes and in the combat training grounds. After all, there were only a few people of similar age in the City of Silver. They would often meet each other and even become teammates. But after that incident, Derrick went into seclusion for a long period of time, and he was burdened with the secret of Tarot. Unknowingly, he drifted away from his friends and became estranged. He no longer had any interactions with them. The last time someone visited his house was Darc Regence, who had been corrupted by the True Creator.
The Hanging Man Alger choked upon hearing Sun's answer. He took a deep breath and reorganized his words.
"It's not good for you to be like this.
"You can't save the City of Silver by yourself. You have to unite a group of people and have some friends who can help you at critical moments."
"But, this will make them suspect …" Sun said hesitantly.
Alger immediately said in a serious tone,
"Being suspected is better than being killed.
"The City of Silver is at a dangerous crossroads. You have to consider carefully what you need to do.
"It's impossible for there to be no sacrifice in such matters. There will even be a large number of sacrifices. Do you wish for their sacrifice to be useless, or to be very valuable?"
He didn't persuade him any further, allowing Sun to struggle inwardly as he thought about what he had just said in pain.
Mr. The Hanging Man always finds convincing reasons … Klein sighed and made The World's German Sparrow turn his head to look at Justice Audrey.
"Can you treat more serious mental illnesses now?"
His understanding of a Psychiatrist was limited to Frenzy and Dragon's Might. He wasn't sure about the other aspects, and he had only heard Miss Justice mention Placate and Psychological Cue occasionally. Therefore, he was unable to determine the extent of her ability to treat mental illnesses.
Audrey perked up and eagerly replied, "I'm not sure.
"Sure, no problem.
"Mr. World, do you have a friend who needs treatment?"
I am in need of cases! She thought to herself, a little excited.
At this moment, Emlyn raised his right hand and covered his mouth and nose as though he already knew the answer.
Klein sighed silently, making The World chuckle hoarsely.
"No, I need treatment."
The entire magnificent palace suddenly became extremely quiet.
The Hanging Man Alger, The Hermit Cattleya, and Magicians Fors all knew that Mr. World was a crazy adventurer, but they never expected that he had already developed a relatively serious mental illness and was on the verge of going mad!
Is this the price of power? Fors shivered as she became increasingly fearful of German Sparrow.
A crazy adventurer can still be communicated with and reasoned with, but there's nothing she can do about a lunatic!
Even the Mental Terror Candle hasn't completely treated his mental illness? It's already this serious? Emlyn, who had expected this, felt that The World could go mad at any moment.
Derrick didn't think too much about it. All he cared about was Mr. World. He originally wanted to say that the City of Silver had a Psyche Analyst that could provide treatment, but he realized that it would expose too many problems. All he could do was shut his mouth and look at Miss Justice in anticipation.
Audrey was surprised, stunned, and puzzled.
She deliberated and said, "Mr. World, according to my observations, you don't have a relatively serious mental illness.
"If it's just some anxiety and a lot of pressure, you can recover through self-regulation and proper relaxation at this stage. There's no need for direct treatment."
The World Gehrman Sparrow chuckled again.
"You didn't notice it because your mental illness has already been treated.
"I'm only making an appointment now. If there are any similar symptoms in the future, I hope to receive timely treatment."
I see … Audrey nodded in relief.
She suddenly felt pity for Mr. World. She felt that on the surface, he was a cold Reaper who could kill several Sequence 5 Beyonders in a week. He was a cold and gloomy Blessed of Mr. Fool. He was a Beyonder who was so powerful that it made others fear him, but deep down, he was closer to an ordinary person. He was under immense pressure and was being corroded by all kinds of negative emotions. He was walking step by step towards the abyss of pain.
After pondering for a few seconds, Audrey said sincerely, "I'm sorry.
"If you're within my range of movement, then there's no problem."
After her coming-of-age ceremony, she already had a certain degree of freedom of movement. She could stay in East Chester County's capital, Stoen City, on holidays with her parents. However, such freedom was still restricted. She couldn't go wherever she wanted. Even in Stoen City, there were many areas she couldn't go to unless she joined a particular charity organization of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
"Alright." Klein, who was Grazing the Traveler, heaved a sigh of relief and got The World to answer. "When the time comes, you will be the one to confirm the location and prepare a way to not expose your identity."
Audrey tersely acknowledged as a scene naturally surfaced in her mind.
She and Mr. World were in two separate rooms, separated by a wall or wooden plank as they conversed and treated each other.
Under such circumstances, Mr. World wouldn't be able to confirm if the person on the other side of the wall is me. To him, it's fine as long as he receives effective treatment … That is to say, if I can't escape, I can get Susie to stay there! Mr. World will definitely find it hard to believe that the person treating him is a dog! Hmm, Susie doesn't know of Tarot's existence. Unless there's really no other choice, I can't get her to help deal with Mr. World … As Audrey thought about it, she suddenly felt the joy of playing a prank. It wasn't easy for her to control the corners of her mouth from curling up.
After settling this matter, Klein thought of another problem. He made The World look at The Hermit Cattleya.
"Can you provide a crate of explosives?"
He believed that as a pirate admiral, she definitely didn't lack resources in this area!
"Yes, when do you need it?" Cattleya didn't ask why.
The German Sparrow World had already killed so many Sequence 5s, so a crate of explosives was trivial.
"Together with Broken Finger," said Klein as he controlled World. "How much is it?"
Cattleya replied without minding it.
"Just treat it as a gift for buying Broken Finger."
A crate of explosives isn't expensive at sea. It's even relatively cheap.
I like this method … The Fool Klein thought to himself as he made The World nod before reminding him, "Don't worry, Don't worry.
He then reminded them, "Try not to recall the mural from before in reality, much less draw it."
Audrey and the other members subconsciously glanced at the end of the long bronze table and discovered that Mr. Fool didn't refute this statement. All of them were awestruck and didn't dare to be careless.
This also made Cattleya temporarily put aside the idea of writing a letter to Queen Mystic Bernadette. She planned on considering a suitable way to avoid the repercussions after the meeting.
Following that, the free exchange segment slowly came to an end as the world above the gray fog fell silent once again.
…
After returning to the Future, Cattleya stood behind the window of the captain's cabin, clearly hesitating for a moment.
Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. As she nudged her glasses, she left the captain's cabin and walked towards Frank Lee's room.
This first mate had recently been voted by all the crew to "chase" him to the bottom of the cabin, to prevent the products of his experiments from suddenly spreading.
Frank Lee was rather pleased with this. This was because the space in his new residence was clearly a lot more spacious. Furthermore, it met the conditions of a dark environment.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Cattleya came to the bottom floor and knocked on the door.
"Wait a moment!" Frank Lee replied loudly. It was unknown what he was busy with in the room.
After nearly a minute, he opened the wooden door with his sleeves rolled up.
He asked in puzzlement, "Captain, what's the matter?"
Cattleya didn't directly answer as she used her Night Vision to look into the pitch-black interior. She saw a bluish-blue fish lying on the table with its eyes wide open. Green sprouts grew out from the gaps between its scales. Some of them were already mature and bearing ears of wheat.
"Did you succeed?" Cattleya held back her thoughts of retreating as she asked.
Frank nodded in delight before shaking his head.
"Not yet, but I've already made significant progress!
"I've crossed wheat, mushrooms, and a bit of Rose Bishop cells together to obtain the first stage of the product. By placing them in the belly of a fish, even without any light, they can absorb flesh and blood to grow and mature.
"The problem now is that the target is a monster's corpse. After absorbing their flesh and blood, how am I to prevent the poison and madness from accumulating in the final food …
"Also, reproduction is a problem. It's impossible for there to be that many Rose Bishops willing to be materials. Therefore, I need to give them the ability to absorb flesh and blood and split …"
After hearing Frank Lee's description, Cattleya nudged her glasses in silence.
"If such food is eaten by humans, will it absorb flesh and blood and reproduce on its own?"
Frank Lee suddenly fell into deep thought. After a few seconds, he said, "That's right.
After a few seconds, he said, "In theory, no, because no one will eat them raw.
"Hmm, I have to verify their activity under high temperatures. No, they still don't have the ability to split themselves. It doesn't matter if they have activity …"
Looking at the confused Frank Lee, Cattleya fell into a dilemma once again.
After a while, she slowly opened her mouth.
"I have a channel to obtain a Druid Beyonder characteristic. Do you need it?"
"Ah? Of course! " Frank was excited. "Most of the time, my abilities have severely restricted my thoughts!"
This … I'm starting to regret it … Cattleya suddenly had this thought.
PS: Recommend a book by a fellow reader, "Twilight of the Gods of Faith". He said that I rejected it, so he was relieved. If anything goes wrong in the future, he can just blame it on me. Introduction: A noble young man who wants to hunt and fish. At the age of 17, he awakened a Dream System and gained experience in another world. At the same time, his family's territory discovered a rich mine and fell into a battle between the High Nobles. Was all this a coincidence or was it arranged by fate …
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