No oil? Is it because it can't be found for some reason, or is it really not there?

It has been more than 150 years since Emperor Roselle was assassinated, and there is still no trace of oil...

Klein's pupils contracted, and the hand holding the diary almost shook.

Without oil, not only will the emergence of the internal combustion engine become an unknown, but it will also lead to stagnation in the chemical industry, making it impossible to establish modern industry on Earth in the true sense!

In other words, Klein was somewhat unable to predict the future development of this world.

His original plan was that although he knew only a little about everything and could not invent or create anything, he knew a little about everything and could foresee the direction of change and the trend of the times. Once he had accumulated enough salary and made his first pot of gold, he would make venture investments in promising industries and not put all his eggs in one basket.

Klein felt that if he did this, he would sooner or later become wealthy. When the time came, he would find white gloves to act as his agent, and then establish an international charity fund. On the surface, he would help the poor, but secretly fund labor rebellions in various countries, in order to bargain with the upper class of society and improve the lives of the lower class.

If he found a way to return to Earth, he would divide his property, giving one third to Benson, one third to Melissa, and one third to his foundation.

However, unfortunately, this beautiful vision of the future was shattered in half in an instant just now.

"Fortunately, this world has electricity and magnetism, and there are successful cases of telegraphs. I will focus on investing in this area in the future..." Klein calmed himself down and moved his eyes down line by line:

"December 21st. Don't think about oil anymore. Improving your sequence level is the best thing to do!"

"On December 22, the environment in the old city of Lishe was so filthy that it was unacceptable. If I hadn't visited it incognito, I might never have known that it still looked the same as when I was young. I will gather my ministers to formulate a 'Capital Sewer and Public Toilet Improvement Plan'. Well, we also need to correct the residents' bad habits, asking them to boil hot water to drink, wash their hands and faces frequently, not litter, urinate or defecate anywhere, and use ** as much as possible. Haha, I've thought of how to name this event, the Patriotic Health Campaign!"

"So, **'s invention has to be put on the agenda, as well as items such as masks and paper cups. Well, the most primitive version will do. Give it a try. Thank the world for its rubber trees."

"December 23rd, maybe I should consider that suggestion and leave a way out for myself outside the Church of the God of Craftsmen. For example, join that ancient, secretive organization that secretly influences the world situation?"

When Klein saw this, he suddenly realized that there was nothing below. He felt indescribable:

"Emperor, what is the name of that ancient, secret organization that secretly influences the world situation that you mentioned? Is it something I don't know?"

"How could you stop here? Why don't you write a few more sentences?"

"It's just like when I read a novel before, and found out at the end that the author had abandoned it..."

"Also, the Emperor is also good at the Patriotic Health Campaign..."

"The content of this diary page should be set after he became the governor of the Republic of Intis. He might even call himself Caesar the Great."

"I have to go back and look through the books and foreign history textbooks to see in which year Intis's 'Capital Sewer and Public Toilet Improvement Plan' appeared."

After a dozen seconds of silence, Klein gathered his thoughts and made the diary in his hand disappear. He said:

"You can communicate now."

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted her state, became a "spectator", and said with a faint smile:

"I want to know if there is a sequence potion named 'Arbiter'. Also, what kind of Beyonder can walk through a wooden door or make the lock ineffective?"

I know this... Klein, who was shrouded in gray mist, was about to speak, but the Hanged Man spoke first:

"I need you to help me investigate something in exchange for an answer."

"What's the matter?" Audrey asked with great interest and confusion.

Alger glanced at the Fool and said thoughtfully:

"I want to know if the king intends to retaliate against the Feysac Empire this year or before June of next year and start a new war on the east coast of Balam."

The current common language of the Tarot Club is Loen, which was determined based on the accents of the three parties at the first gathering. Therefore, Alger knew that Miss Justice was a noble of the Loen Kingdom, and he also believed that Miss Justice knew that he was from Loen.

As for the Fool, Alger believed that the Loen characteristics displayed by Him were just a disguise, a disguise for the convenience of communication.

——After that ritual magic, Alger unknowingly began to use "He" to honor the Fool.

Audrey recalled what she had seen and heard in various social occasions during this period, and nodded with some assurance:

“No problem, but it will take time to confirm.”

"I can wait." The Hanged Man Alger smiled. "With Mr. Fool as a witness, I believe you will not default on your debt."

Audrey glanced at the silent and mysterious Fool in the gray fog, and said with a smile:

"But I think the value of this matter is greater than the two questions I asked combined."

"Once you confirm the answer, I will make compensation according to the circumstances." Alger answered as if he had been prepared.

Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, do you need virtual currency to measure your value? Klein leaned back with a smile and looked at the two of them.

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and cheered for herself in her heart.

Great! Audrey, you've learned how to bargain! She was so excited that she almost lost her audience and quickly found something to ask:

"Ah yes, Mr. Hanged Man, did you receive the 1,000 pounds in cash?"

"I'm sorry, I'm still at sea and haven't returned to land yet." Alger didn't want to talk about this matter any more, so he answered the previous question directly, "The Beyonder who can pass through the wooden door and make the lock ineffective should be a Sequence 9 'Apprentice'. The secret organization Gnosis has its formula, but we can't rule out the possibility of obtaining it through other means, such as from an ancient tomb belonging to the Fourth Epoch."

The Gnosis Society, a secret organization that is inextricably linked to the Witch Cult... Klein rubbed his chin leisurely with his fingers.

Seeing that Mr. Fool did not refute, Audrey could not help but sigh:

"If there had been a formula for 'The Apprentice' before, maybe I wouldn't have chosen 'The Audience'."

That performance was simply amazing!

Alger ignored Miss Justice's words and continued to speak:

"There is indeed a sequence potion with a name similar to 'Arbitrator'. I think you should be familiar with it, because the sequence path mastered by the Augustus family and the Castilla family of the Feynetport Kingdom started with this. Of course, low-sequence formulas became rewards in ancient times, and some nobles may have obtained them before."

The Augustus family is the royal family of the Kingdom of Loen, and the Castilla family is the royal family of the Kingdom of Feynaport.

"So the origin of Augustus is 'Arbitrator'..." Audrey suddenly understood and felt that she had solved the problem that had puzzled her for a long time.

She sighed silently:

No wonder I always wanted to obey their orders, was always uncomfortable, always willing to admit defeat, and always not like myself in front of them! I thought it was because I was timid...

"The Arbitrator possesses convincing charm and sufficient authority, as well as excellent fighting ability to deal with unexpected situations." Alger succinctly described the situation.

Audrey nodded slowly, leaned back slightly, and spoke elegantly:

"I have no problem anymore."

Alger thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the top of the long bronze table:

“Dear Mr. Fool, I want to ask you one thing. Is the ‘Sanctuary’ of the True Creator that the Aurora Society promotes the same as the ‘Forsaken Land of God’ in the legend?”

God-forsaken Land? I've only seen this term once, in Roselle's diary... maybe it's in the confidential information of the Nighthawks, but it's not something I can access right now... How do you want me to answer? Klein almost curled his lips.

He thought for a few seconds and answered calmly:

"This is not something you should know now."

Alger's heart tightened, and he immediately lowered his head and said:

"Please forgive my slight transgression."

Audrey was about to ask what the "God-forsaken Land" was, but gave up the idea after hearing this.

In the magnificent temple above the gray fog, quietness and silence suddenly became the mainstream.

At this time, Audrey felt like she should say something:

“Mr. Fool, if, I mean if, I have the opportunity to join another organization, such as the Psychological Alchemist Society, is it okay?”

Klein leaned back and chuckled:

"No problem. My only request is that you do not reveal the existence of the Tarot Club."

"If you become a member of another organization, the materials and intelligence you can exchange will definitely be improved."

After saying this, he suddenly remembered that he was also a member of another organization, a true Nighthawk, and that the Hanged Man was probably also related to the Church of the Lord of Storms.

Could it be that my Tarot Club is the so-called "betrayer alliance"? "traitor gathering"? Klein fell into deep thought.

“I understand.” Audrey was excited again, and immediately thought of a question, “Mr. Fool, if I find a gentleman or lady who is suitable for the Tarot Club, can I guide them to join? How should I guide them?”

Alger thought for a moment, then asked:

“Mr. Fool, what are the criteria for subsequent members to join our party? How do we judge?”

Ideals, morality, culture, and discipline... these four phrases instantly popped up in Klein's mind.

He remained silent for a few seconds, and only spoke after Justice and the Hanged Man showed some signs of uneasiness:

"If you think someone is suitable, you can tell me here and I will decide whether to let him join. Before that, you must not make any hints, as that would lead to the disclosure of the secret of the Tarot Club. You must remember that for non-members..."

Klein paused and said in a deep voice:

“My name may not be recited without my permission.”