Chapter 420 The Desire for Promotion
Of course, even with the bounty reserved for "Steel" McVitie, it is not so easy to find a Sequence 6 Beyonder.
Angel learned from the Hanged Man and the Dominican Federation that Quinn, the intelligence officer of the "Blood Admiral", often frequented the Fragrant Leaf Bar. Perhaps he could use this to ambush Maviti, but the process would inevitably be very long, and he might even miss the best opportunity for these pirates to leave Bayam and return to the sea.
Another method is the "bait plan," using something that "Steel" is interested in, such as the Death Key, or "Flame" Danitz who knows the information about the Death Key, to lure these pirates to appear and capture them all in one fell swoop.
After a brief discussion, Danitz "happily" chose the second option. Considering that his hand injury had not yet healed, Angel temporarily sent him to gather intelligence nearby and release some false information to see if there was any chance to directly catch the big fish.
As for Angel and Klein, they needed to prepare for the Tarot Club the next day, Monday, so further arrangements would have to wait until Monday night.
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Late at night, Bansi Island.
The strong winds and thick fog that often harassed this "Weather Museum" in the past have long disappeared. Three huge sailing ships are parked at the dock, with sails embroidered with strong winds, waves and thunder representing storms.
In the town square, headless corpses and heads with long "tails" were piled together, waiting to be burned.
This made Bansy Harbor look like it had been the site of a terrible massacre, but there wasn't a drop of blood on the ground, and the only smell in the air was the smell of decay.
Punishers and armed sailors were still searching and digging near the port, clearing out all the zombies and heads that had been revived in the ancient sacrifices or had not yet been revived. They used their powerful extraordinary bullets and "Storm" spells without hesitation, advancing the front line like a whirlwind.
The doors and windows of the local residents' buildings were closed. This time, standing behind the windows were not expressionless locals, but frightened and confused faces. They could not see the scenery outside the town, but the occasional gunshots and thunderstorms still made them uneasy.
Hopefully, everything will end soon, so that Bansi can return to its former tranquility... The residents prayed like this, most to the Lord of Storms, and a few to the ancient "Weather God".
At the same time, high on the mountain near the port, in a cave sealed with rocks by the Punishers, the long-dried blood turned bright red, and the grayish-white rock walls became bright. Amidst these vibrant colors like oil paintings, a figure in a tuxedo and a top hat walked out of thin air.
He has bronze skin and a small mole under his right ear. He is none other than Azik Eggers, who is searching the world for his lost memory.
Although he could see in the dark, the rigorous habits developed from long-term teaching still allowed him to rub the spiritual fire and light the ritual candles that had not been moved away by the Punishers. The warm light filled the cave and made the bloodstains in the corners seem even more eerie and terrifying.
He held two pieces of letter paper in one hand and brushed over the altar in the middle of the cave that was torn into several pieces with the other hand. Miraculously, the altar was put back together under the action of an invisible force, and the grooves on it were clearly visible, which were the mysterious rune patterns drawn on the letter paper.
"Looks like this is it..."
Azik frowned, as if recalling something. After a moment, he stood on the altar without any other movement. The dried and dirty blood in the corner seemed to come alive, flowing back to the altar and filling the symbols and patterns.
Holding the letter tightly with some anticipation, Azik waited for a while but did not notice any changes on the altar.
Remembering Klein and Angel's description of that day's events in the letter, he stretched out his finger and dripped a few drops of his own blood, mixing them with the activated dirty blood, making them turn bright red, as if giving the entire cave a hint of the breath of death.
But the altar remained motionless, as if its "power" had rejected the High-Sequence Beyonder before it.
"It turns out that this is not death, but..."
Azik muttered, looking northwest, penetrating the thick rock wall, crossing thousands of kilometers of space, and looking at Trier, the capital of the Intis Republic.
The next second, the scene around him turned into a thick oil painting, and the space twisted like water ripples, enveloping the amnesiac undead and taking him away from Bansi Island.
At the foot of the mountain, the first flame to burn the zombies had just started.
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Crimson rays of light flashed by, and the members of the Tarot Club once again arrived at the towering palace shrouded in gray fog.
Angel quickly glanced around the long bronze table and found that there were neither too many nor too few people. There was Mr. Fool at the top, and the world opposite him. On his side, there were Justice and the Magician, and on the other side were the Hanged Man, the Sun, and the Moon.
The very regular arrangement makes her feel comfortable.
After Miss Justice's routine greeting, Angel couldn't wait to look at the Fool:
"Mr. Fool, this time I found three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary for you."
There were actually five pages, but she planned to submit some of them first and save the rest to cover the gap when she couldn't find the diary anymore.
As she pondered this, she could feel the Fool's gaze sweeping over her body, causing the hairs on her non-spiritual body to stand on end.
After a moment, a pen and paper appeared in front of Angel.
She then breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly materialized the diary that had long been in her mind and presented it to this mysterious being.
No one else found any new diaries this week, so Mr. Fool quickly finished reading them, allowing the Tarot Club to enter free communication time.
"Mr. Fool, Mr. Hanged Man, and everyone, thanks to your help, I have finally escaped that horrible cycle, and the expedition team has set out on the journey back to the City of Silver."
Mr. Sun spoke first and expressed his sincere gratitude to everyone.
Only by experiencing it could one understand the horror of spending the same day and experiencing the same events over and over again in the ruins of the True Creator beneath the abandoned temple. Even more troubling was that he was the only one in the entire expedition team who, thanks to Mr. Fool's power, realized that they were experiencing a loop. No one else, not even the Chief Excellency who had entered the High Sequence, felt anything amiss.
If it weren't for Mr. Fool, they would probably all have died in the depths of the ruins...
Next, "The Sun" Derrick recounted his experience of escaping from hardship.
After getting the hint from the Hanged Man, he tried to change his behavior in another cycle, which gave him the opportunity to explore other areas. He found a mural depicting the "Rose of Redemption", which showed a group of pilgrims, a silver-haired angel, and a river at His feet that was connected from beginning to end and circulated endlessly.
According to the "chief" of the City of Silver, the Silver-haired Angel is one of the eight angel kings surrounding the legendary God who created everything, the Angel of Destiny, the "Tail-Swallower" Ouroboros, and is of the same status as another angel king, the "Angel of Time" Amon.
The circulating river is often related to fate. According to the clues this time, in another restarted exploration, he led the chief to attack the mysterious little boy Jack, cut off a human face on his chest, destroyed the power of fate belonging to the "Tail Devourer", and broke the "River of Fate" that enveloped the ruins and could not be left, thus saving the entire expedition team.
In the process, they finally confirmed that the little boy Jack came from "Enmat Port" and confirmed the connection between the world where Silver City is located and the world where other Tarot Club members are located.
Seeing the "Redemption Rose" mural he had conjured, everyone was a little excited. Considering that the distorted "Six Gods" mural they had seen last week was more than two thousand years old, this "Redemption Rose" was at least a work of the same era, giving them a sense of pleasure of "peeking into history."
Unfortunately, Mr. Sun's wonderful adventure came to an end after completing the cycle. More fresh information may have to wait until he returns to Silver City and asks the little boy Jack.
"Mr. Hanged Man," seeing Derrick fall silent, Audrey, "Justice," turned to another elder member and said, "I've found the formula for the Wind-Blessed One you need. The Psychological Alchemy Society is offering 3,000 pounds, or a magical item of slightly lesser value. If you agree, we can make the deal tomorrow."
3,000 pounds... This exceeds the typical price of a Sequence 6 potion formula. Is the other party taking advantage of the situation to demand a high price? No, perhaps they are just trying to trick the trader into exchanging magical items...
Angel guessed and looked at the Hanged Man, who nodded decisively.
"I will prepare the corresponding magical items. In addition, the item you ordered will be completed next week. Please prepare the corresponding fees in advance."
After knowing that the "Queen" could easily deal with the "Wind-loving" Bishop, Alger's desire for promotion became extremely strong!
As a Sequence 7 "Navigator", he was even a little nervous about meeting the "Queen" in real life, fearing that if he was not careful, he would participate in the Tarot Club next week in another form.
"The extraordinary characteristics of the 'Navigator' are only 1500 pounds"
Alger seemed to hear Miss Queen touting her own unique characteristics. Although he knew Mr. Fool would not allow members to kill each other, the disparity in strength still made him think in that direction.
Angel, who was feared by him, was thinking about something else. She recalled the three-way deal between Justice, the World and the Hanged Man in last week's Tarot Club, and became more and more curious about this "predestined item".
"Miss Justice, I've also obtained the 'Mirror Dragon Blood' and 'Fruit of the Elder Tree' you need. Add my 100 pounds reward, a total of 850 pounds, and they're yours."
Seeing the transaction proceeding in full swing, Emlyn took the initiative to speak to Audrey, who was sitting diagonally across from him. He tried his best to keep his tone calm, but a hint of anxiety was still easily caught by the audience.
Is Mr. Moon short on cash? Hmm, he seems to want to buy the Beyonder traits of the Blood Baron. Perhaps I can take advantage of this. Haha, after the New Year, I'll have a lot of money again. Dad also promised me that he can reimburse the expenses of the magical items I purchased...
Audrey thought about it, then quickly nodded in agreement, and agreed to conduct the transaction in the form of "sacrifice" tomorrow.
Afterwards, Miss Magician bought the "Blood of Deep Sea Marlin" she needed from the Hanged Man for 320 pounds. Angel knew that this was one of the main ingredients for the Sequence 8 "Master of Magic" potion, while the other ingredient, the "Stomach of the Soul Eater", could only be obtained after Mr. Sun returned to Silver City in exchange for his contribution to this exploration.
At the same time, he also planned to learn as much as possible about the various materials that Silver City possessed and those that could be obtained from the monsters wandering around the city, provide the list to the members of the Tarot Club, and gain his own share of the benefits from the transaction.
This shows that Mr. "Sun", who was originally a bit naive and shy, has also matured rapidly in the Tarot Club.
The "magician" Fors across from him was looking forward to her advancement to Sequence 8 with some excitement. She had been working towards this for several years, and now that the potion was so close, she couldn't help herself.
But looking at the Tarot Club members around her whose sequences were higher than hers, her excitement quickly dissipated in the wind.
Seeing that everyone had completed the transaction, Angel cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention to herself, and then slowly said:
"Last week, I was in Bansy Harbor and encountered a strange thing."
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