Chapter 468: Ms. Hermit

Crimson rays of light flashed, and the members of the Tarot Club gathered once again in the palace shrouded in gray fog.

As soon as she sat down, Angel felt a probing gaze on her left. She looked back and was surprised to find a new member at the end of the "female" queue on the left side of Miss Magician, that is, on the left side of Mr. Fool.

Ah, such a perfect arrangement was broken... She looked at the new lady in the Tarot Club with some sadness and expectation.

The "male" members of the opposite queue also quickly noticed this. "Sun" Derrick and "Moon" Emlyn both turned their attention to the new member. They had all joined the Tarot Club after its establishment, so they didn't have too many doubts about this situation. They just waited quietly for the other party to introduce themselves.

As soon as Alger's eyes fell on the new member, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He had seen this figure before!

Several months ago, deep in the Sonia Sea, Alger, captain of the Blue Avenger, attended a secret pirate convention there. At the convention, he had seen a figure in a black robe, with black hair and purple eyes. He had a strangely shaped planetarium strapped to his waist, which had left a lasting impression on him.

If this new member is her, then the Tarot Club will be welcoming a big shot... He pondered silently and subconsciously sat up straighter.

Mr. Hanged Man acted too surprised; he might know the new member... "Justice" Audrey didn't pay too much attention to the new lady. Instead, she looked at the other members, observing their reactions, and successfully obtained a lot of clues.

No one can escape the sight of the "psychiatrist"... With a smile on her face, she stood up and said hello in a cheerful tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

Then, she greeted everyone one by one, starting with Miss "Queen" and ending with Mr. "Moon". After receiving everyone's return greetings, she looked at the new members.

The order has changed again. It's no longer the order of the tarot cards, but the order of initiation... Audrey, your little tricks are too obvious...

Angel quickly noticed the difference in the order of Miss Justice's greetings this time. Not only did she introduce each member's code name in turn, highlighting her status as a "veteran", she also left the final chance to introduce herself to the new members. Is this the ability of an "audience"?

Feeling everyone's gaze focused on her, the lady in black robes and with a calm demeanor nodded slightly and said:

"Hermit."

"I am Justice, and welcome, Ms. Hermit."

After Mr. Fool welcomed the new members, Audrey, feeling a bit overstepping her bounds, quickly looked towards the head of the long table and bowed again, saying:

"Mr. Fool, I have obtained three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary this time."

She had returned to her family's ancestral home in East Chester County half a month ago. While visiting relatives and taking a relaxing vacation, she had also found some unique Russell diaries in nearby museums and ancient bookstores, and decided to present them to the Fool in several batches.

"I found two pages, too."

Angel spoke out.

Last night, she attended a Beyonder gathering in the Bayam Market area and bought four pages of Russell's diary for 5 pounds each. She kept two pages for herself and gave two to Klein, who was also attending the gathering, to prevent this follower of the Fool from failing to submit his diary for a long time and being punished by Mr. Fool.

At that party, she also successfully sold the Beyonder attributes of her "Wizard" and "Fighter," receiving 1,500 pounds and 650 pounds respectively.

The "Wizard" trait came from the extra gains from the hunt for "Iron" McVitie, and half of it should have been given to Klein. Angel forced this part of the profit to him, but he immediately spent 500 pounds to buy a small tube of "the remaining spiritual power of the ancient vengeful spirit" as part of the potion he was preparing to use for his advancement.

Even so, my savings are close to 7,500 pounds, which is a level of wealth that allows me to consider the ingredients for the "Despair" potion... She thought happily, and presented two pages of her own diary, two pages of Justice's diary, and the legends of the ancient gods copied by the Sun to Mr. Fool, and then began to imagine how to spend this huge sum of money.

The Fool obtained five pages of the diary at once. This time, the reading time was particularly long. The old members waited quietly, and only the newly joined "Hermit" lady observed the other members one by one, memorizing their appearance and demeanor in her heart.

At the same time, waves of emotion surged in her heart.

Russell's notes were indeed his "diary," she was right... but how did the Tarot Club members know about it? Did Mr. Fool remind them and ask them to collect it? Was he deciphering the secrets of the diary, pursuing the hidden secrets of that turbulent era?

She glanced at the head of the long table and saw a figure in the gray mist with his head down, silently reading the diary carefully. She then turned her gaze to the men opposite.

"Sun" is tall, but seemingly young, with muscular torsos and tight clothing suitable for combat. He's a melee Beyonder... "Moon" has red pupils and wears the priestly robes of the Earth Mother. If nothing unexpected happens, he's a "vampire"...

The Hanged Man has dark blue hair. Is he elven or a variation of the Sailor path? Perhaps both... He was more surprised than the others when he saw me. Was it because he had seen me before, or perhaps he guessed my identity from my attire? He wore a priestly robe with lightning and storm patterns. Could he be a follower of the Storm?

The World, strangely, sat opposite Mr. Fool, rather than directly across from me according to gender. He was wearing a hooded robe, and I couldn't see any details of his appearance. He didn't make any body movements, giving me the same inanimate feeling as the Blood Admiral...

The Magician remained silent, her attitude rather indolent, but it was likely she wasn't interested in the meeting. Perhaps she was the strongest member present, well, excluding The Fool, of course... Justice took the initiative to introduce the other members, very much taking charge. Her earrings and necklace were clearly worth a fortune, and she was wearing a long, avant-garde, well-cut dress. I'd seen this kind of design before, in fashion magazines, where it cost three figures in gold pounds...

The gray fog that filled the palace prevented the "Hermit" from seeing everyone's specific appearance, but she could distinguish their general hair color, eye color, and clothing. With the help of this information, she quickly classified and labeled the members and decided on how to communicate and respond in the future.

Finally, she shifted her gaze to the Fool's left, to the "Queen" lady who had just submitted two pages of Russell's diary.

The latter had long light blond hair draped over her shoulders, her purple eyes staring straight ahead with a calm expression, as if she had long been accustomed to the Tarot Club's agenda.

The young woman wore no jewelry and was dressed casually, but Miss Justice was the first to greet her. She held a high position in the Tarot Club... Wait, her hair and eye color, could it be Angelica Sage, who was wanted by the Church of the Storm for killing its bishop recently?

Feeling the burning gaze of the new member, Ms. Hermit, Angel ended the virtual shopping time in his mind, looked at her, and nodded slightly in greeting.

The "Hermit", who had learned from various channels that Angelica had easily destroyed a pirate ship, suddenly felt a little creepy and quickly looked away.

No, not necessarily. Maybe it's just that her hair color is the same as that wanted criminal. The possibility of running into someone in the Rorsted Archipelago by chance is too low... She subconsciously denied it.

"You can start communicating now."

Klein finished reading early and secretly observed the Hermit's reaction. He smiled with satisfaction and whispered.

"I request to speak privately with Mr. The Hanged Man."

"Requesting to speak privately with the Queen."

Angel and Alger said at the same time, then looked at each other with curiosity.

Communicate alone?

As soon as these words popped up in the Hermit's mind, he felt that he had lost his sight and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

Depriving everyone else of their senses to achieve the effect of private communication? This is too simple and crude... She realized that this space was under the absolute control of The Fool. She did not overreact, but quietly waited for the communication to end.

After the Fool signaled they could begin, Angel asked first:

"Mr. Hanged Man, I'd like to order a sailboat from Bayam through you. It'd be best if it's ready-made. I'll need it in a month."

Sailboat... Miss Queen is finally no longer satisfied with hunting pirates and is preparing to become one of the pirate generals herself?

Alger was stunned for a moment and asked:

"What size ship do you want? Two-masted or three-masted? Does it need a steam engine? If it needs to be armed, the price will be much higher..."

Angel, stunned by the series of questions, quickly interrupted him:

"I just bought a most ordinary sailboat to, uh, invest in maritime trade..."

"Sorry, I thought you were planning to change your career..." Realizing he had misunderstood the other party, Alger nodded and continued, "If it's an ordinary cargo ship, the price could range from a few hundred pounds to tens of thousands of pounds, depending on the cargo capacity and crew size. I suggest you first understand the other party's detailed requirements before spending money to purchase the ship."

"I'll ask her to find an opportunity to meet with you and tell you what she wants."

Angel decisively threw this difficult task to Elaine.

Alger quickly finalized the method and time of the meeting and ended the topic. The profit of ship trade was not low. He could make at least 20% by using his connections to transfer orders, so he seemed very "helpful".

Changing the subject, he mentioned the purpose of his request for a private conversation:

"I plan to carry out the matter I discussed with you last time this week. Can you attend on time?"

After being drafted by Bishop Chogori and capturing Vice Admiral Disease's men at sea for two days, Alger decided to leave Bayam as soon as possible to avoid any further accidents.

It means helping him conceal his crew and obtain the ingredients for the "Wind-loving" potion... Angel nodded in understanding and said:

"No problem. I don't have anything else to do during this period, but you have to fulfill my request and take us to the small island southwest of Hakata Port."

"you?"

"Yes, I will bring a companion."

After the "Golden Dream" arrived near Bayam yesterday and provided the local resistance with a batch of much-needed supplies, Danitz, acting as the liaison, finally received a brief "vacation" and was allowed to return to his ship.

After he left happily, Angel and Klein became idle again. The latter gained a lot from playing Elaine and summarized the rules of playing the "Faceless Man". According to him, as long as he continued to play the role step by step, he would probably be able to completely digest the potion within half a year.

Therefore, he was able to set aside some free time to accompany Angel to the unnamed island to look for the trace of the "Gazer".

Of course, Angel wouldn't tell Alger about these things. She just added a sentence when he hesitated:

"He is also a follower of Mr. Fool."

"I agree, then."

The Hanged Man nodded immediately, fully expressing his trust in Mr. Fool and the Tarot Club.

The two then finalized the details of the operation and decided to set off on Wednesday morning, ending their private communication.

After regaining his sight and hearing, Emlyn the Moon looked around, straightened his back, and coughed lightly. After everyone turned their gazes, he smiled and said to the Hanged Man:

"Thanks to the help of Mr. 'The Hanged Man', I have obtained the blood clan's inheritance and become a baron."

Although he said words of thanks, he raised his neck and chin, which meant more to show off than to express gratitude.

"So, which sequence does the Vampire Baron correspond to?"

The "magician" Fors opposite him asked curiously.

"Vampires, it's the vampires!"

Emlington lost his grace and emphasized with a trembling voice.