Mr. A? It feels more like a code name for a criminal, not a name for a mysterious and powerful person. It can't be compared with "Fool". The only people who can be compared with Mr. Fool should be gods or great figures second only to gods. Audrey's thoughts turned, and she was suddenly filled with a sense of superiority.

She glanced at Mr. A calmly, lowered her voice and said to Fors and Hugh Dilcher:

"What is this gentleman's story?"

Viscount Greylint, who was also wearing a hooded robe, was also very curious about this.

Hugh Dilcha replied with a serious face: "There have been several such incidents. Sequences and even Beyonders of Sequences have targeted Mr. A and tried to deal with him, but in the end they all disappeared silently."

"What a powerful Beyonder." Greylint repeated his previous introduction with admiration.

As they were talking, four people entered the house and the gatekeeper immediately closed the door.

After adjusting to the light of the gas lamp, Audrey saw two blackboards in the front, with lines of words written on them.

At this time, Fors, who was holding an unlit cigarette, whispered:

"That's the needs of each party member. You should be able to understand that many people don't want others to know what they have, so as not to be targeted by greedy people. So, they will anonymously write on the blackboard what they want, or what they want to sell, as well as the approximate price and item requirements."

Audrey nodded slightly, not bothering to observe the party members, and directly browsed the items on the left blackboard:

"Need a pair of eyes from an adult manhal fish."

"Dust left by evil spirits, 165 pounds."

"Emperor Roselle's notes, three pages, 20 pounds."

Seeing this, Audrey could no longer maintain her audience state, she was shocked and excited.

These prices, these prices, are so, so cheap! She thought excitedly and happily.

As she walked, her eyes moved and she saw more entries:

"Baby's Cry, flowers, 200 pounds."

"Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds."

"Murloc slime, 0 ml, 2 pounds."

"Sequence 'Sheriff' potion formula, 450 pounds."

Too, too cheap! The extraordinary materials are less than 100 pounds! Audrey's eyes lit up as she followed her companions to find a seat and sit down.

At this time, Hugh Dilcher leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"What do you want?"

Audrey's breathing became heavier, and the famous statement of Emperor Roselle flashed through her mind:

"I want both!"

She had two older brothers, so it was not her turn to inherit the title and main property, but as a girl loved by her parents and brothers, she had properties, fields, pastures, mines, jewelry, stocks, shares and bonds worth 10 million pounds in her name.

This was her share of the family property, but before her father, Earl Hall, passed away, or she got married, she only owned it in name and received a corresponding annuity every year.

But even so, she still had an annual income of 15,000 to 25,000 pounds, which ranked her among the top female nobles in the entire Loen Kingdom.

Of course, as a noble, many necessary expenses are inevitable, especially since she already has annuity income and can no longer ask her parents for everything.

She controlled herself and replied modestly:

"For now, I've only taken a fancy to Emperor Roselle's notes. I'm his admirer. I think the special runes or words he created have mysterious powers. It's just that we haven't found a way to combine them correctly."

Audrey, you are becoming more and more hypocritical, she added silently in her heart.

As soon as she finished speaking, a young man in a white shirt and black vest sitting on a chair nearby echoed excitedly:

"Yes! That's it! I finally met someone who shares my views!"

"I am the owner of those three pages of notes, and I can sell them to you right now!"

Audrey was confused at first, then replied with a smile: "Then please allow me to express my gratitude."

She took out two 10-pound bills and handed them to the other party, and received three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary. Of course, no one here knew that it was a diary, and they just generally called it a note.

After receiving it and flipping through it, Audrey confirmed that the text was similar to those she had obtained before.

Putting away the diary, she whispered to Xio and Fors, "If the notes are fake, who can we contact? Mr. A?"

"Yes, Mr. A does not allow any fraud to occur in the parties he organizes. Well, I can also help you arbitrate privately." Hugh Dilcha answered eagerly.

"I understand." Audrey entered the "audience" state and began to examine the Extraordinary people and Extraordinary reserve personnel present.

Because of the excitement of the young man just now, many people noticed this side, and looked at Audrey and Greylint either obviously or covertly, but none of them had the gaze to penetrate the hoods.

Sofas, chairs, and coffee tables were scattered around, all facing the blackboard. The material was very ordinary, indicating that the convener, Mr. A, was not a noble and was very casual in this regard. Well, with the confidence he showed, he would not deliberately make a similar disguise. Audrey rolled her eyes and observed calmly.

Mr. A looked at all the ladies and girls present, his eyes often lingering on those who looked good. He was very lustful. Why did he always look at me? He could see through the hood?

Having deduced this, Audrey was shocked and felt as nauseous as if she had eaten a fly.

But soon, she felt relieved because she found that Mr. A did not look at her and other women.

This shows that his eyes cannot see directly through the cloth. His eyesight is very outstanding. It's like he is looking at me closely. In this case, the hood is of little use. Audrey watched other people's transactions quietly and grasped some of the situations of the people present.

At this time, Mr. A's attendant came over and whispered to the four people:

"You can write down your needs on a piece of paper for me, or you can write down the items you want to sell on the blackboard in the room during the break later."

Fors sniffed the cigarette, looked around cautiously and said, "Have you considered the sequence formula you want?"

During this time, she fulfilled her promise and told Audrey and Viscount Greylint all the sequence pathway information she could learn.

Audrey pretended to think for a moment and said:

"'Audience', I want to be 'audience', um, and also the follow-up of 'audience', 'mind reader'."

She considered that she would have to interact with Fors and Xio Dilcha frequently in the future, and sooner or later they would find out that she was a Beyonder and an "audience", so she simply took this opportunity to make the matter public and completely cover up the existence of the Tarot Club.

Although this would be a waste of money, it was well worth it as Audrey quietly praised herself.

At the same time, she noticed that Hugh Dilcher would look at the blackboard from time to time, with a mixture of longing and frustration.

"Xiu told me that the sequence corresponding to 'Arbitrator' is 'Sheriff'. Is she looking at the formula worth 450 pounds? Well, it can be seen that she is very eager for the 'Sheriff' formula."

"She has been the 'Arbitrator' for more than a year and has been playing the role of 'Arbitrator' unconsciously. She should have digested the potion."

"All the above details show that, Hugh, is short of money!"

While Audrey was making her own judgment, Viscount Glint expressed his own choice:

"'Pharmacist', I need the formula for the sequence 'Pharmacist'!"

Feeling the gazes of Audrey, Fors, and Xio, he explained with a smile: "For me, the most important thing is to be healthy and not be afraid of most diseases and injuries!"

"It's a rational choice. My dream was to become a pharmacist." Fors smiled and sighed.

She has a lazy and decadent temperament.

After making the decision, Audrey and the others wrote their requests on a piece of paper and handed it to the servant. Then they watched him go around, ask everyone one by one, and collect a lot of notes.

The attendant mixed up the notes and handed them to his companion in charge of the blackboard, asking him to record the information.

"I need the formula for the 'audience' and 'mind reader' potions. The price will be discussed in person."

The waiter would read each item aloud three times. If anyone was interested, they would secretly apply for a room and complete the transaction with the help of the waiter.

After waiting for a while, Audrey and Greylint still didn't receive any request for a trade, and they were both a little disappointed.

Just then, another waiter came over, approached Audrey, and handed her a folded note.

"Mr. A gave it to you." The waiter lowered his voice.

Audrey unfolded the note and took a look. It read:

"Are you interested in other sequence formulas?"

Audrey curled her lips in disdain and wrote on the blank space of the note: "I am only interested in the 'audience'."

She refolded the note, returned it to the waiter, and watched him hand it to Mr. A.

Mr. A opened it and took a look, then said nothing, continuing to stare at the party members in silence.

But Audrey keenly noticed that the note quietly burned and turned into ashes falling to the ground.

Another fifteen minutes later, Mr. A said:

"We are entering the rest phase and can communicate freely."

At this time, the young man who sold Roselle's diary approached Audrey and said excitedly: "I have cracked some of Emperor Roselle's special runes and tattooed them on my body, gaining good abilities."

"Are you interested?"

Audrey suddenly remembered that she had once asked Mr. Fool whether the special text in Emperor Roselle's diary had magical powers, and Mr. Fool's answer was that unless some god suddenly became interested.

She looked at the young man in front of her, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively, "What good abilities did you gain?"

The young man replied excitedly:

“I’m stronger and healthier!”

Audrey looked at him with pity and said, "I'm sorry, but I believe in my own research more."

In the following time, she continued to observe the gathering, but did not gain much useful information. She only roughly judged that there were members with normal professions such as doctors and lawyers.

Half an hour later, Audrey and the others left and returned to Viscount Glint's villa, where they stayed until the end of the ball.

At about 10 o'clock at night, Audrey returned home and was about to ask the maid to prepare hot water when she suddenly saw the big dog Susie winking at her.

It winked at me and Audrey's feelings suddenly became complicated.