Klein thought seriously for a while and came up with various guesses in his mind, but due to the lack of sufficient conditions, he could only temporarily attribute the cause of the matter to the different speeds of time flow between Earth and this world.

"The time between my journey and Roselle's was less than a year, but it was stretched to nearly two hundred years here. That is to say, even if it took me two hundred years to find a way to go back, I would not miss my parents. At most, I would have been missing for a year..." Klein made a reverse inference and felt much better. He even felt a little ambitious.

Of course, he himself is well aware that this reasoning is not rigorous because there is only one initial condition and it cannot be determined at present.

What if Russell traveled through time after me? That might involve the so-called time and space turbulence. At that time, there is no guarantee that I can return to the right node... Klein poured cold water on his suddenly swollen emotions.

Russell's first diary entry was the product of a long period of holding back. It took up more than two pages. Klein flipped to the end and read the remaining two entries:

"February 25th, what a boring world, there are not even newspapers, and there are very few novels! I think it is necessary for me to do some cultural poverty alleviation, but the premise of this is that I have to get some money and think of improving papermaking and printing technology."

"As a time traveler, I can only live on the pocket money given by my cheap father and cheap mother. I can only see one or two shiny Felkins occasionally. This is really a sad story."

"But hunting is quite interesting."

"On February 28th, this world may be a little different from what I know."

"I got lost in the woods while hunting today, and ended up witnessing a battle beyond my imagination."

"Among them, the man who was surrounded actually had extra eyes on his face, four in total! And they emitted dark green light! This, this is unscientific! Is this a humanoid monster?"

“This is actually a fantasy world, right?”

"That monster's opponent was even more powerful. He summoned a pillar of light burning with golden flames. Well, it should have been summoned..."

"Fortunately, they didn't find me. After getting rid of the monster, they left with its body."

"I, Huang Tao, am indeed the protagonist. I discovered the truth of this world just a few days after traveling through time!"

"Perhaps they can identify what the mysterious symbols and patterns on the silver plate represent... Of course, I won't ask. I want to be like them and decipher it myself!"

"There's another main reason why I say that. I can't even remember what that shabby pattern looks like. I can only vaguely remember its general shape."

Is he really the protagonist? Emperor, have you poured all your chuunibyou soul into the diary? Klein couldn't help but complain.

He was very interested in the silver medal that was suspected to be the reason for Russell's time travel, and he really wanted to find out what the symbols and patterns on it looked like.

If one can indeed rely on the mystical knowledge of this world to interpret things, then perhaps time travel is not a coincidence... Klein put down the diary and tapped the desk with his fingers, removing the shielding measures enjoyed by The Hanged Man and The Magician.

“You guys can trade on your own.” Klein leaned back in his chair and said with a smile.

The Magician Fors took a deep breath and said:

"I want to buy the stomach of the Soul Eater and 20 ml of deep-sea marlin blood. I will pay with gold pounds."

I still have 430 pounds, so I can afford one... She encouraged herself silently.

As for where to get the money for the remaining piece, she had no idea for the time being.

This is one of the main reasons that restrict many extraordinary people from being promoted... People really can't try to consume beyond their own ability. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to completely get rid of the influence of the full moon's whispers and become a "magic master", after I had relatively rich extraordinary means, I would not consider the issue of promotion, and even stop contacting this circle. I would write books, save money, drink tea, go shopping with Xio, and when she finishes that thing, I will travel to different places in the northern and southern continents, not be afraid of danger and accidents, and enjoy life... Fors's thoughts suddenly became a little divergent.

Just when she thought no one would respond, Alger, the Hanged Man, said in a low voice:

"I have seen the blood of deep-sea marlin at the previous gathering of great pirates, but unfortunately, you missed it. You should have told me earlier. No, I was wrong. You had not joined the Tarot Club at that time."

So what's the point of saying this? Are you showing off your seniority? Fors curled his lips secretly and asked seriously:

"Mr. The Hanged Man, please keep an eye on it for me. A price between 300 and 400 pounds is acceptable."

Alger snorted:

"The sea is vaster than the land, and the pirates may not meet each other once every six months. Even in the capitals of the various archipelagos where they sell stolen goods, there will not be any gatherings of extraordinary materials.

Only metropolises like Backlund, Trier, Saint-Milon, and Feynaport City can attract so much material. Judging from your accent, you should be a Backlund native who has lived in Backlund for many years. "

You mean, I still have to rely on myself? Fors almost looked up at the towering dome.

At this time, "Sun" Derrick said:

“I know the approximate activity ranges of several Soul Eaters.

But I don’t need the pounds you’re talking about.”

…Magician Fors smiled falsely:

"What do you want?"

The formula of the "Sun Priest" potion... "Justice" Audrey answered in her mind first.

Derrick thought about it carefully and said:

"The recipe for the 'Sun Priest' potion."

"Is this the formula for Sequence 7? I've heard of it, but the formula for this sequence costs at least 750 pounds. If you meet someone who's in a hurry, you can even sell it for more than a thousand pounds. And the stomach of a spirit eater and the blood of a deep-sea marlin are no more than 400 pounds each, and most of the time they're only worth 300 pounds. Do you understand what I mean?" Fors tried to make Sun understand that this was not an equal transaction.

Derrick answered without hesitation:

"I can give you two or three soul-eaters' stomachs."

As for the additional provision of deep-sea marlin, he didn't even consider it. He had never even seen the sea!

I have so many Soul Eaters' stomachs... What can I do with them? Roast or fry? If I sell them, I don't know when I can sell them... Most importantly, I can't afford the formula of the "Sun Priest" now... Fors forced a smile and said:

“I’ll try to collect them.”

She remembered the masked "Eternal Sun" believer who was good at purification in Mr. A's party, and the "Ring of Light" ring, and thought that she could get clues to the formula of the "Sun Priest" potion there.

But the money is not enough... "Magician" Forth thought for a moment, touched his face, looked around, and asked sincerely:

"Everyone, do you have any good ideas for making money?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she found that everyone fell silent at the same time.

Silence is a silent palace and a quiet gray fog.

It seems that everyone is troubled by this problem, and Mr. Fool does not need money... Fors wisely shut his mouth.

Isn't it a good way to make money to own ranches, mines, fields, factories, shares and so on... Well, you can also look through the kingdom's bounties and complete them one by one according to the price and the standards you can afford... Audrey knew that she had no real experience in making money, so she could only respond jokingly in her heart.

Learn about the bicycle project... Klein resisted the urge to manipulate the "world" to speak, which would expose his real identity.

After waiting for a few seconds, he maintained an unfathomable attitude and let the "world" speak gloomily and hoarsely:

"Help me pay attention to the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter, as well as the characteristics of the human-skinned shadow and the hair of the deep-sea naga."

Although Klein only had 589 pounds left, he had the werewolf's extraordinary characteristics and a biological toxin bottle, and was considering finding an opportunity to make the former into a magical item and then sell one of them.

In this way, the cost of a sequence 6 extraordinary material is more than enough!

Therefore, he planned to let the Tarot Club members pay attention in advance to avoid missing it.

“Okay.” Derrick “The Sun” answered first, but did not make any promises.

Compared to the Soul Eater, the Human-Skinned Shadow and the Thousand-Faced Hunter are not monsters that are so easy to encounter.

"Thousand-Faced Hunter? I think I've seen its fossils." Audrey "Justice" thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I'll go back and confirm it first."

The fossil is in Duke Negan's treasure house.

If it was already a fossil, perhaps its Beyonder characteristics had been taken away long ago... Klein manipulated the "world" and nodded without comment.

After a moment of silence, Alger said:

“Please help me keep an eye out for a person who is related to the disappearance of colonial slaves mentioned earlier.

He called himself Barron, with a brown-red complexion and obvious features of a southern continental race, but some people occasionally heard him speak with a Backlund accent.

His third tooth on the left side is missing, but it has probably been replaced.

In addition, he has no distinctive appearance and his height is quite ordinary.

If you can find him, the reward is not a problem, at least 100 pounds, or something of equivalent value."

With just such a description, even divination cannot be completed, let alone finding someone in reality... Klein the Fool looked around and said:

"Let's communicate freely."

…………

After the Tarot gathering, "Sun" Derrick returned to the real world and found himself in the dark and narrow room again.

He sat there cautiously for several seconds, and when he didn't notice any unusual changes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Remembering that Mr. Hanged Man had asked him to ask the former captain of the exploration team more questions, Derrick walked to the corresponding metal wall, bent his fingers, and knocked.

Tap, tap

He completed the code, but no one responded for a long time from the other side.

Fell asleep? Or was he taken to the six-member council? Derrick looked at the dull metal wall, wondering.

At this moment, an old and erratic voice suddenly came from the bed behind him:

"Are you looking for me..."