Leaving the luxurious stables of Earl Hall's house,

Luke was chatting with Lady Mary about the distinguished guests who had just arrived, such as the Chairman of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, Director of the National Meteorological Bureau, Sir Des Shaw, the member of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, President of the Royal Meteorological Society, Member of the House of Commons, Mr. Cave, and the Director of Health and Medical Care in Jianhai County, the famous doctor, Mr. Hawkesley.

They are all people who have extensive influence in the government, the royal family or the parliament. The final report made by this committee will become the most important basis for the scheduled "Anti-Pollution Bill" and "Smoke Emission Reduction Bill".

Coim, which specializes in anthracite and charcoal, aims to promote and accelerate this progress, leaving its old but large competitors too late to transform.

"They will certainly not be stingy with their gold pounds and will certainly lobby those heavyweight MPs to interfere with our investigation. We must have a clear response plan. Just as Mr. Hibbert Hall said, we must control public opinion and let newspapers and magazines repeatedly publicize the horrors of smoke pollution..." Luke is a senior manager of Coim and an important assistant to the major shareholder Mary in controlling the company. He himself is also quite capable.

While chatting, Luke suddenly noticed that his wife was sitting next to him but didn't say a word, as if she had lost her soul.

"Stalin, what happened?" Luke asked with concern.

Starlin came back to her senses and forced a smile:

"Nothing, just a little tired."

"Yeah, after meeting so many important people, your spirit must have been extremely tense. Now you can finally relax. It's normal to feel tired. In fact, I feel the same." Luke said with a smile.

Starling did not respond to him, but stared out the window, looking at the park with the lake.

She could still vaguely hear the noble girl's casual words:

"Four hundred and fifty pounds."

"A trained hound costs between £450 and £700."

…………

Silver City, at the base of the round tower.

Derrick Berg had been trapped in a small room, eating and taking medicine on time. His mental state improved rapidly, and the auditory and visual hallucinations no longer appeared.

In a day or two, we should be able to get out... It's really suffocating to always stay in this environment... The former captain of the exploration team next door has been locked up for forty-two years, but he is still very sober and rational. If it were me, I would definitely have gone crazy... However, the exploration stories and strange monsters he talked about are very attractive, even a little scary... Derrick sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the candle that had burned out.

He would be in true darkness until the next supply of food and medicine was brought by the Watcher.

At this moment, a gray mist suddenly filled his eyes, and the Fool’s deep voice rang in his ears:

"Get ready for the party."

Such a change was fleeting. Derrick withdrew his attention and subconsciously counted his heartbeats.

However, he soon found that this was unnecessary, because he was currently alone and did not need to avoid other people.

Derrick stopped counting his heartbeats and quickly thought of a question:

That is, he was now within the seal of the magical item at the bottom of the round tower. Would Mr. Fool's subsequent actions of pulling people into the gray fog be discovered and noticed?

This is one of the two magical items that prevented Silver City from being completely destroyed during several crises!

In anxiety and restlessness, Derrick, who had not been able to make a decision, saw endless crimson light surging out of the void. He saw that it was just a rush and would drown him.

The small, enclosed room was completely silent; even the sound of breathing was extremely faint.

Suddenly, the metal wall separating Derrick and the former captain of the exploration team made a soft "thump" sound.

This is the secret code for two people to chat with each other.

"Duk!"

The person on the other side bent his fingers and tapped again.

Afterwards, the third strike, which should have followed soon, did not appear for a long time.

After a long while, the "tap" sound was heard again hesitantly, and then both rooms fell silent.

…………

After the lunch party, Audrey practiced the piano for a while and returned to her bedroom on time.

As she passed by her father, Earl Hall's study, she saw the door was half-open and a thick stack of documents was placed on the table.

"It wasn't there before..." Audrey became curious, slowed down her pace, and winked at the golden retriever Susie.

As a "spectator", Susie often only needs a small hint to understand what her owner wants her to do. Of course, she will occasionally pretend not to understand and just lie still.

After receiving the signal, Susie trotted silently into the study, then stretched out her front legs, supported herself on the edge of the table, and stood up.

It quickly glanced at the first page of the stack of documents, returned to Audrey's side, and said in a low voice:

"A Survey of the Living Conditions of the Different Classes in the Eastern, Dock, and Factory Districts."

"Audrey, what does this mean?"

A survey on the living conditions of different classes in the East District, Dock District and Factory District? Why did Dad suddenly do this survey? I remember that I never mentioned such a thing to him... Audrey was confused and didn't bother to answer Susie's question.

She looked around and saw that the servants were all in their respective positions and were not paying special attention to her, so she raised her head slightly, turned calmly and naturally, and entered Earl Hall's study.

Coming to the desk, Audrey looked down at the investigation report and found that the title was indeed consistent with Susie's description.

Well, it was a document typed out, the investigator was a reporter named Mike Joseph, and there was the goddess' holy emblem at the bottom... Was it made by a client of the goddess' church? But why did they give a copy to my father? Well, my father is a believer of the goddess, and the church wants him to give some support in this matter? This is a good thing... Audrey made a preliminary judgment.

She originally had the idea of ​​asking someone to do a similar survey, but she felt that this was not in line with her intention of secretly guiding others. It would be easy to show her presence and no longer be ignored by other nobles, so she hesitated and did not try it.

Audrey reached out and flipped through the documents, and found that there was not only Michael Joseph's report on the East District, the Dock District and the Factory District, but also many people who had conducted field investigations from different angles.

Several of them even mentioned the spread of cults and the collusion between some Beyonders and gangs.

Huh... Audrey glanced at the clock in the study and saw that it was almost three o'clock, so she gave up the idea of ​​reading it carefully and restored the document to its original state.

Before leaving, she picked up a book and disguised it as the purpose of her coming in.

…………

At three o'clock, the sound of the wall clock was still echoing, and Audrey had already appeared in the majestic palace in the deep red illusory light, appearing beside the ancient long table.

She smiled, stood up and saluted to the leader:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

After receiving a slight nod in response, she greeted "The Hanged Man", "The World", "The Magician" and others respectively, and keenly discovered that "The Sun" seemed a little uneasy.

"What are you worried about?" Audrey asked.

This meant that Klein, who had also noticed that the little "Sun" was in a bad state, didn't need to speak up anymore.

He entered this mysterious space in advance, tidied up the items on the table, threw the Azik copper whistle, the biological toxin bottle, the Spirit Cult copper whistle and other things into the corner, and completely covered them with thick gray fog.

Now, there is only a "Black Emperor" card covering the table in front of him.

This is an item worthy of the identity of "The Fool"!

The Sun Derrick did not hide anything. He immediately told the whole story of how he had successfully “faked illness” and was sent to the bottom of the round tower for isolation and treatment. At the end, he asked:

"Dear Mr. Fool, will that magical object discover that I am attending the Tarot Club?"

How would I know... I don't even know what it is... However, for the time being, there is no strange or powerful force trying to invade... Well, even the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "True Creator" couldn't find this place... Klein tapped the edge of the bronze table with his fingers and answered "relaxedly":

“Normally, it can’t find it.”

"But some magical items have strange effects."

Seeing Mr. Fool give a positive answer, Derrick felt relieved. He hummed and said:

“I don’t know what special effects it has.”

"This is one of the top secrets of Silver City."

At this point, he suddenly remembered what the former exploration team leader said, and blurted out:

"Have you ever heard of Amon?"

Amon? After a brief thought, Klein remembered the source of the familiar feeling.

But he did not rush to answer, but cast his gaze towards "The Hanged Man". He knew very well that this middle-level member of the Church of Storms also knew "Amon", and perhaps knew more about him than he did. Similarly, "Justice" Audrey also looked at "The Hanged Man". The last time she heard this name was from him.

Magician Fors listened with a bewildered look on his face, feeling that the things being discussed here were beyond his knowledge.

The Hanged Man Alger frowned and asked in confusion:

"Did you, Silver City, encounter a man who called himself Amon while exploring the surrounding areas?"

"Or, have you found similar records?"

"Sun" Derrick nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, forty-two years ago, an exploration team encountered a man who called himself Amon in the depths of darkness. After returning to the City of Silver, they went crazy and lost control one after another. Only one was left, and he was imprisoned at the bottom of the round tower, right next to me."

"Maybe, he is crazy too, and that's just imagination..." "Magician" Fors made a guess based on his rich experience in novel writing.

The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Mr. Fool at the top, and seeing that he was calm and indifferent, without any expression, he boldly said:

"Conjecture is a possibility, but the name 'Amon' would not be thought of without a reason."

He turned his head to look at the "sun" and said:

"In the Fourth Epoch, um, 1,500 years ago in our country, or even earlier, there was a family that possessed strange powers. They belonged to the Tudor Dynasty, and their surname was Amon."

"Even in that era when there were many high-sequence experts, this family name was still a taboo."

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