Cattleya understood what "The Hanging Man" meant. If the problem was huge, they could use "The Moon" to drag the entire Sanguine into this matter, reaping the benefits amidst the chaos.
She then smiled and said,
"If the matter is that serious, why don't they just look for The World? That seems simpler. "
Alger was silent for a few seconds.
"I have to prove that I have the ability to deal with problems, so that's the last choice."
Upon hearing his answer, Cattleya immediately made some connections.
The Hanging Man places great importance on The World's German Sparrow's opinion because he's Blessed of Mr. Fool? Also, his attitude was quite consistent with a popular political joke in Baekeland, Trier, and other places. When encountering a problem or making a mistake, the first reaction was to suppress it and find another way to solve it, without letting the "boss" or "client" know...
This meant that "The Hanging Man" used to be, or even was, a powerful force with a strict organization. He was infected with such a culture and mastered the related skills … "Church of the Storm"? No, such a person is a heretic … The fleet of the King of the Five Seas?
As his thoughts raced, the pirate admiral nudged the heavy spectacles on the bridge of his nose and steered the topic back on track.
"Let's continue talking about the Artisan."
Alger seemed to have prepared a draft long ago. Without thinking or pausing, he spoke at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.
"In the past, in order to conceal the Artisan's identity and prevent this channel from being grasped by others, I deliberately made him into an internal member of the Church of Steam and Steam. But in fact, he had long been an extravagant person because of his fondness for famous alcohol and beauties. He had no choice but to create items for wild Beyonders to earn money to maintain his livelihood. He betrayed the Church of Steam and hid in Bayam.
"This time, he first contracted a strange disease and was monitored by people of unknown origins. Then, he was controlled by those who suspected to be believers of the Primordial Moon. He claimed that he had obtained a new life …"
Cattleya listened attentively. Her slightly purple eyes behind the lenses were extremely focused.
After The Hanged Man finished speaking, she pondered for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?
An Artisan definitely doesn't lack mystical items. Furthermore, they know the various combinations of Beyonder effects and negative effects. Their strength will definitely reach the Sequence 5 level.
What method did the Primordial Moon believers use to control the Artisan without harming him?
"A Demigod is involved?"
Alger shook his head slowly.
"I don't have any clues in that regard for now, but according to my observation, the Blacksmith showed a certain degree of willingness. I suspect that while threatening and forcing him, there was also temptation that targeted at his weakness."
He indirectly denied the speculation that a demigod was involved in this matter.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya nodded.
"How did the Primordial Moon believers find this Artisan?
"According to your description, this Blacksmith only deals with familiar and trustworthy friends. He doesn't really like to expand his own channels. He's very cautious when it comes to safety."
Alger hesitated for a moment.
"I'm not too sure, but I have a guess.
"I once helped The World sell a Werewolf Beyonder characteristic to that Artisan. And the Werewolf pathway is considered a Mutant pathway. Be it the formula or the characteristics, they are firmly controlled by Rose School. It's rare for it to leak out."
Similarly, the people who believe in the Primordial Moon in the Southern Continent basically belong to Rose School … Cattleya silently added inwardly. She had already figured out what The Hanging Man was guessing.
He suspected that the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic had a hidden problem that involved the existence of concealment, causing the Artisan to be targeted by Rose School!
And this was also the reason why Rose School was able to firmly control the Mutant pathway's formula and characteristics.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya raised a few more questions and received satisfactory answers.
Finally, she asked, "What's the Artisan's name? What country is he from?"
Finally, she asked, "He's from Intis. He calls himself Charve," Alger replied without beating around the bush.
"Charve …" Cattleya frowned slightly as she repeated the Artisan's name softly.
What's wrong with that? Upon seeing this, Alger went straight to the point.
"You've heard of him?"
From Alger's point of view, Admiral of Stars was a powerhouse with rich experience and a deep background. She was good at controlling herself. If she didn't wish to discuss Charve, even if she had any doubts or abnormalities, she wouldn't make it so obvious. Based on this judgment, he chose to ask without any hesitation.
Cattleya fell silent for a moment.
"Rosell The Great's eldest son's name is Charles. It's very close to this name."
Without waiting for The Hanging Man to say a word, she continued, "This prince died not long after the Emperor was assassinated due to fear and worry.
"Not long after the emperor was assassinated, the prince died of fear and worry. At that time, the Sauron family hoped to hang and exile his descendants, but the Church of Steam chose to accept them as clergymen."
Alger nodded slightly in enlightenment.
"You suspect that he's a descendant of that prince?"
In Intis, in Feysac, and in most countries in the Northern Continent, it wasn't rare to use one's ancestor's name or a similar name as one's name. It represented a glorious heritage. Therefore, the more illustrious a family was, the more times they would have a second or third generation.
Of course, it was very common for two unrelated people to have the same name. However, Artisan Charve didn't only have one name. He was also from the Church of Steam. He was from Intis, and he had reached the level of Artisan.
Faced with The Hanging Man's question, Cattleya nodded gently.
"If I can obtain his blood, I'll be able to confirm it very quickly."
Alger understood the reason and didn't elaborate.
He asked, "Do you want to take action now? I can provide support. "
The surface of Cattleya's glasses reflected the crimson moonlight that shone in through the window.
"No, I plan on observing him for a period of time.
"At the very least, we need to figure out why those who believe in the Primordial Moon are controlling Artisan Charve.
"If they only want an Artisan to work for them and create mystical items, it'll be very simple. But if they have other goals, the problem might be more complicated than we imagine. We need to make more preparations."
As expected of Admiral of Stars … Alger nodded and said, "I can't stay in Bayam for too long.
"I can't stay in Bayam for too long. It will arouse suspicion. If you need my help, do it as soon as possible."
After receiving an affirmative answer, The Hanging Man slowly got up, pulled up his hood, and left the room.
Having already learned of Artisan Charve's current residence, Cattleya took off her heavy glasses and pinched her glabella.
She clapped her hands and said, "Heath, come in."
In the shadows of the door, darkness suddenly surged as a thin, tall, and pale figure grew out.
His nose bridge was ridiculously high, and his facial skin was nearly transparent. He looked like he was sick, and he was none other than the second mate of the Future, Rose Bishop Heath Doyle.
Cattleya looked at him and said, "The exact situation is … I'll leave it to you."
"Yes, Captain," Heath Doyle replied simply before shrinking back into the shadows.
Cattleya raised her right hand and paused for a few seconds before saying, "The exact situation is … I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes, Captain," Heath Doyle replied simply before shrinking back into the shadows.
"Recently, I've been distancing myself from Frank. His mushroom experiments have come to a halt. I'm worried that he will have new ideas."
…
"The location of my second marionette …"
Klein held two tree branches as he repeatedly chanted, but he didn't see them move.
This meant that the divination had failed, or that Kolain City didn't have a second marionette that was suitable for him.
From the looks of it, mysticism methods are temporarily useless. I'll pack up tomorrow and leave … Klein mumbled as he threw the tree branches into the trash can.
Although Enzo, who was standing beside him, didn't dare look straight at his master and could only look at the ground, he still skillfully brewed a cup of black tea and handed it to Klein.
Compared to before, this Winner's skin was already red and peeling from the sun. Once everything turned for the better, he would have a tanned skin.
In order to disguise himself as a new marionette and prevent him from being recognized by the people from Rose School, Klein had taken this gentleman on a "trip" to a beach with scorching sunlight, allowing him to be exposed to the sun for extended periods of time.
At the same time, he controlled his marionette to shave off most of his hair, leaving behind only a thin layer. Together with the outline of his eyebrows, the powder on his face, the reconstruction of the highlights and shadows, and the wearing of sunglasses, Enzo seemed to become a different person. Even friends who were very familiar with him would find it difficult to tell him apart unless it was a Faceless.
Apart from his disguise in real life, Klein had also done some mysticism work. Firstly, he had the Paper Angel hug him, and secondly, he had brought Aztec's copper whistle with him.
In addition, he had also preliminarily confirmed that the Winner's passive "Luck" and "Calamity" were ineffective, but he didn't know if it was because he had become a marionette or because of the gray fog.
After taking the black tea and taking a sip, Klein cast his gaze at the map of Balam on the coffee table in front of him. He began considering where he should find his second marionette.
At this moment, the colors around him suddenly deepened, as if a painter had used ink to sketch them out.
Right on the heels of that, a figure outlined itself beside Enzo. He was wearing a silk top hat and a black suit. He had a medium build and bronze skin. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and his facial features were soft. There was a tiny mole beneath his right ear. He was none other than Aztec Eggers.
Mr. Aztec is finally here … Klein was first pleasantly surprised before he noticed that he had appeared beside his marionette.
He couldn't help but imagine a funny scene in his mind.
Mister Aztec, who relied on the copper whistle to locate him, grabbed the shoulder of the person who carried the copper whistle the moment he arrived, and used the Spiritual World to teleport away. As for Mister Aztec, he could only watch helplessly. Mister Aztec wanted to reach out to stop him, but he was half a beat too late and had no choice but to freeze in front of him.
Compared to the last time, Aztec seemed to be a little quieter. He looked at Klein, who had a new face, and said,
"Are you ready?"
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