Chapter 310 The Tarot Club Ends Quickly
"Mr. Fool, and everyone else, good afternoon."
Inside the magnificent palace in the gray foggy world, Audrey the Justice's clear and melodious greeting rang out. Everyone, including the Fool, responded to the young girl, and the atmosphere at the long bronze table became lively.
The Northern Continent was about to enter the cold winter of December. Even this isolated gray fog seemed to have grown colder, making everyone a little lazy. No one had found the new diary of Emperor Roselle this week, so the Tarot Club's agenda quickly entered the next stage: free communication.
"Ever since I returned to the Tarot Club, I haven't given Mr. Fool my diary. I wonder if 'He' would have any objections... Luckily, Audrey promised to share some with me next time she finds it, which solved my immediate problem."
Queen Angel glanced nervously at Mr. Fool at the head of the long table, then turned her gaze to the Hanged Man across from her.
"Mr. Hanged Man, thank you for your help. I am very satisfied with the magical item made with the 'Shepherd' attribute. Please convey my gratitude to the craftsman on my behalf."
She touched her chest and said, it was empty there. The rose necklace did not enter the gray fog space with her soul.
"That's not necessary. I've received my commission," the Hanged Man replied in a relaxed tone. "The craftsman still has some free time. Do you need anything else made?"
It seemed that the 500 pounds had fully mobilized the other party's enthusiasm, so much so that the Hanged Man had begun to covet Angel's other two extraordinary characteristics.
But I have no money left!
Angel lowered his head guiltily, pretending to think, and rejected the other party after a moment.
Of course, her answer was "I need to consider the choice of the next magical item for the time being" instead of exposing her predicament of not being able to even afford the production costs.
The cost of making a Sequence 6 Beyonder into a magical item would probably be around 1,000 pounds, which exceeded Angel's entire savings, not to mention the part for the Hanged Man.
"cough--"
Seeing that the conversation between the two quickly ended due to insufficient funds, Miss Justice coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention. Just when Angel thought she was going to "advance" the production costs again, Audrey said with a hint of hesitation:
"Everyone, I've run into a dilemma. Please help me with some advice," she said politely before continuing. "Last month, I mentioned that a member of the Psychological Alchemist Society had contacted and followed me, intending to conduct an investigation. However, something unexpected happened along the way, and the contact was involved in an incident and is presumed deceased. I initially thought this lead was lost, but just yesterday, another suspected member of the Alchemist Society approached me again, inquiring about my interest in psychology..."
"Do you suspect they are going to test you again?"
Angel took over and said.
She was a little confused. Audrey had initially concealed her connection to Ms. D's attack because she was worried that someone would use this to link "Justice" with "Audrey Hall." But the incident had passed, and it was said that the church had blocked the relevant information. At the Tarot Club, only "Queen" knew about this, and "Justice" and "Queen" knew each other. There was no need to introduce the incident in a vague way and influence other people's judgment.
Unless...she knew someone else in the Tarot Club who would recognize her based on Ms. D's attack?
Angel quickly scanned the room, ruling out most possibilities: the sun wasn't in the North Continent, the Hanged Man was at sea, the world was silent, and the few interactions he'd had previously suggested he didn't recognize "justice." So, the only possibility was...
Magician Fors sat up uneasily. She suddenly felt a gaze directed at her, which disappeared in a flash.
"Based on what you've described, I see two possibilities." The Hanged Man didn't notice the Queen's prying eyes across from him; his thinking was completely focused on helping Justice analyze the Psychological Alchemist's intentions. "The most likely possibility is that they want to contact you to learn the truth about that 'accident' you mentioned. Secondly, perhaps you've revealed some characteristics that make them very determined to recruit you into their organization."
"Some characteristics..."
Miss Justice muttered to herself, lost in thought.
"For example, your family background, your social circle. Haha, I'm just offering another perspective, it may not be correct."
The world sitting at the other end of the long table suddenly spoke, his voice not as low as usual, but with a hint of frivolity.
"Um?"
Miss Justice, who was in deep thought, subconsciously looked at the other party, and then, as if she had thought of something, she sighed and said:
"I understand. Can I continue to contact that member? Well, what I want to ask is, if I need to be examined again, can you provide appropriate assistance?"
When she said the second half of the sentence, she looked at Mr. Fool, who had remained silent the entire time.
"Same as last time."
The latter tapped his fingers on the table and promised to provide asylum.
After another incident was resolved, everyone began to share their experiences of the week. What everyone was most concerned about was Mr. Sun, who was in the mysterious "Silver City". He had been patrolling, training, and digesting potions as usual recently, but he was visited by a member of the expedition team that went out to explore the remains of the "True Creator", who seemed to want to persuade him to change his beliefs!
Sun used the rented "Pure Black Eye" and, following the Hanged Man's advice, lured the other party out of control and showed signs of mutation. He was quickly defeated by the Beyonder who was secretly monitoring him. In the process, Mr. Sun disguised himself as being controlled by "Amon", creating the illusion that "Amon" and the mutation of the "True Creator" perished together. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and he got rid of suspicion and surveillance.
Of course, he still followed his usual habit of sleeping irregularly to cover up his weekly Tarot readings and avoid suspicion.
Everyone was talking at once, offering advice to this young man who "lacked experience in struggle" so that he could survive in the crisis-ridden Silver City. Even Angel was no different.
Because in the process of educating Sun and helping him grow, everyone can gain a great sense of accomplishment.
When the conversation came to an end, the "magician" lady, who had been silent the entire time, timidly said:
"Excuse me, is anyone selling 'Soul Eater's Stomach' and 'Deep Sea Marlin's Blood'?"
Angel immediately realized that this was the main ingredient for the "Master of Magic" potion. She had sold the formula to this new member half a month ago. It seemed that she had searched her entire network but couldn't find the relevant ingredients. She could only find a solution at the Tarot Club...
Soon, the Sun and the Hanged Man each took on a commission for one of the materials, but unfortunately, neither of them had any in stock, so this "apprentice" might not be able to get promoted in the near future.
“Dong dong—” Seeing the transaction concluded, Mr. Fool knocked on the table, restoring silence to the room, and whispered, “This exchange ends here.”
This time it was less than 15 minutes...
Angel was stunned. Seeing everyone standing up, he had no choice but to stand up as well and say goodbye to the Fool.
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After hastily concluding the Tarot Club in the gray fog, Klein quickly returned to his body and returned to the cramped bathroom on the second floor of his home.
Although he was sure that even above the gray fog, his spirit could give him some warning when danger appeared nearby, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief and relax until he saw the surrounding environment clearly.
"This life is too hard to bear... The 'Apostle of Desire' is watching from the dark. Even after I reported the case, there must be official Beyonders monitoring me. Even meetings can only be held in the bathroom. If I didn't need to resolve this incident as soon as possible, I wouldn't let her participate..."
He was lost in thought, pretending to press the flush button on the toilet, and pushed the door open and walked out amid the sound of flushing.
"If I stay in the bathroom for too long in the future, will it cause rumors that are unfavorable to me?"
A strange thought suddenly popped up in Klein's mind.
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