After the private conversation between "The World" and "The Sun", this Tarot gathering entered the free chat session. "Justice" Audrey asked with great interest about the unique scenery and strange stories on the sea, while "The Hanged Man" Alger selectively described them based on his own knowledge.

The "magician" Fors listened quietly and gradually got an inspiration to write a novel about a pirate king, a story in which he captured a female passenger and had a love-hate relationship with her, and a story in which fantasy and reality coexisted.

"Sun" Derrick could only imagine what the sea looked like based on the paintings and corresponding texts collected by the City of Silver.

In the end, Klein, whose spiritual energy was gradually exhausted, announced the end of this Tarot gathering, and quickly returned to the real world to take a nap.

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At 7:30 in the evening, in Queens, in a house that seemed to belong to a nobleman.

Fors put on a hooded robe and attended the party organized by Mr. A again after many days.

She sat quietly in the corner, pretending to look around casually, and found that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on the sofa, seemed a little different from before.

This was not a change in appearance or temperament, because the other person's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and Fors could not see it clearly.

She felt different, just an almost intuitive feeling:

Mr. A is no longer as leisurely and indifferent as before, always looking down at everyone. Now, he seems to be very depressed and trying hard to control something, which makes people's expectations of danger rise sharply.

Mr. A used to be a mountain, but now he is closer to a venomous snake that straightened up and spit out its core... Fors, the best-selling novelist, suddenly felt fortunate that she had not asked Xio to come along in order to conceal the Tarot Club's affairs and to prevent Xio from knowing that she was looking to purchase items from the Sun Realm.

This way, even if something unexpected happens, my escape will be much easier... Fors turned the bracelet with only two stones left.

She did not rush to write down her needs on a note and give it to the waiter, but watched patiently for a while.

It was not that she was naturally cautious, but the lessons she had learned in the past had left a very deep impression on her, as evidenced by the fact that only two stones were left on the bracelet.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote in her deliberately distorted handwriting:

"Seeking to purchase magical items or powerful weapons from the Sun Realm."

After handing the note to the waiter, Fors looked around again, but could not find the Eternal Sun believer who had helped with the purification and exorcism ceremony last time among the many disguised or concealed figures.

Transactions were brewing as waiters came and went, and the entire hall was quiet and orderly.

After some discussion and exchange, Fors's needs were added to the two blackboards in the front.

Not long after, she received a reply from the waiter.

A small piece of white paper was filled with densely packed words:

"A magical item, the Ring of Light. It allows the wearer to become a messenger of light, a servant of the sun, immune to many diseases, and master divine power. The wearer can summon dazzling beams of light and use many spells in the solar domain. It can purify the undead within a range of fifty meters, and is the nemesis of this type of creature."

"Through this ring, what the wearer approves of will be enhanced, and what he disapproves of will be diminished."

"The only problem is that if the wearer uses it frequently, he will gradually become a believer of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', slowly obeying the teachings and praising the sun from the bottom of his heart."

"If you want it, please pay 9,000 pounds in cash at once, and I can wait for you to raise the money."

9,000 pounds? Fors opened his mouth, feeling as if he was being robbed.

This was a huge amount of wealth that she couldn't borrow even if she asked someone to lend it to her!

Apart from the deposit for the assassination of Ambassador Intis, all the money she had seen so far was not this much!

Anyone with 9,000 pounds in cash is definitely considered a rich man, even in Backlund!

Although I know that magical items are expensive, I never thought they would be this expensive... Do you want to get 9,000 pounds and then stop participating in the Beyonder gatherings, quit this circle, and enjoy life in peace? Fors took a breath quietly and did not dare to respond for a while.

She listened in for nearly ten minutes, pretending nothing had happened, but received no other response, nor any relatively cheaper extraordinary weapons, so she had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom.

After making sure that no one was around, she closed the toilet door, sat on the toilet, and chanted the name of Mr. Fool. She told him what had just happened in the form of a prayer and asked him to convey it to the World.

Klein, who heard the illusory overlapping sounds above the endless gray fog, quickly entered and gained a preliminary understanding of the situation.

9,000 pounds? He muttered this number silently, his expression twisted slightly.

After silently calculating the amount of money he could raise in the short term, he exhaled, materialized the "dummy" world, and manipulated him to respond:

"…The negative aspects of this magical item are too serious. I don't want to become a believer in the sun."

"You don't have to worry about this anymore. We will switch to cash transactions."

"Pay 450 pounds, and the formula for the 'Master of Magic' will be yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, the connection was cut off. Klein watched the "world" disappear. He raised his hand to rub his forehead and said to himself:

"The next step is to see what clues the 'barbarian' lady can collect..."

"Otherwise, you can only buy the brooch from old Mr. 'Eye of Wisdom'."

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In the bathroom, Fors breathed a sigh of relief and said that he would hold the sacrificial ceremony as soon as possible after returning.

It's a pity that I don't know the formula yet, otherwise I could take this opportunity to see if there are any extraordinary materials here that I need... She returned to the hall and scanned the information on the two blackboards with a focused gaze.

She did not respond to the previous note, and did not even consider bargaining, because even if she could get the other party to save 1,000 pounds, she did not have the money to buy it and could not make ends meet. More importantly, she felt that Mr. "World" could not afford it either.

She watched until the end, and because of the change in Mr. A, she did not stay for long, did not talk to anyone, and quickly left the house.

After more than ten minutes, the party was completely over, and only Mr. A and his waiters were left.

Mr. A stood up slowly and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Suddenly, his knees bent and he fell to the ground, rolling down several steps.

He lay there, his shadow rapidly turning red.

His flesh and blood melted and soaked into it, making the shadow look like a brand new, skinless, monstrous person separated from his body!

Hehe...Mr. A's breathing gradually calmed down, and his tense body slowly relaxed.

And the separated flesh and blood "flowed" back again.

Everything became normal.

Mr. A crawled forward, knelt in the basement, and once again confessed with sobs.

Mistakes were made in the things that preceded repentance, and lack of vigilance caused the Lord’s coming to be destroyed.

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Silver City, Derrick Berg's home.

He walked around the table in silence for several times but still couldn't make up his mind. His mind told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was the best option, but the faces of other members who took part in this mission kept flashing through his mind. He felt that if he pretended to be out of control, he would be betraying them!

Is there no way to save them? Should I find an opportunity to meet with the Chief and tell him that the half-ruined temple belongs to the Fallen Creator, the evil god who controls the Shepherd Path, and ask him to be careful of Elder Lovia and replace the person in charge of this mission... But, how should I know this? In their eyes, Mr. Fool should also be equivalent to the evil god... Derrick scratched his hair irritably.

The Hurricane Axe was placed at the place that was within easy reach, and with every flash of lightning outside the window, a faint light rose up.

Suddenly, Derrick stopped and looked out at the alternating light and dark environment, and at the deep black sky.

He seemed to see again the looks of his parents before they died, and regained the feeling of pain stabbing him like a straight sword.

"It's too late this time... I have to prepare myself later to make sure that the discovery of the 'Fallen Creator' will not be suspected..." His expression twisted for a while, he gritted his teeth, whispered to himself, then suddenly left the window, returned to the table, and began to consume his own spirituality by practicing the extraordinary ability of "Prayer for Light", making it quickly dry up.

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In Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey was in the studio, leisurely applying oil paint when she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

When Anne, her personal maid, opened the door, she found that the visitor was her mother, Countess Caitlin.

Although this lady is nearly fifty, she looks to be in her early thirties. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is beautiful and graceful, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.

"Mom, is there something wrong?" Audrey put down the things in her hands, stood up and asked in confusion.

The Countess glanced at her little daughter, who was prettier than she was when she was young, and said with a smile:

"I just finished a dinner party. Mrs. Della said that you are very interested in psychology and want to hire a tutor, is that right?"

"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet..." Audrey answered hesitantly, just like usual.

The Countess could see what her daughter was thinking, and smiled:

"She recommended a psychiatrist named Islant. If you have no problem with that, I'll send someone to invite her. How about two sessions a week?"

"You decide." Audrey smiled and said, "Mom, come and sit here. I'm in need of a beautiful model!"

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On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the Backlund Morning Post that there would be a party called by old man "Eyes of Wisdom" tomorrow night.

He heaved a sigh of relief and no longer worried about whether the items could make it in time for Miss Sharon to encircle and kill the enemy.

To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Krag Club for a day of leisure.

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