Roselle Gustav's secret diary?

Emperor Roselle?

As expected, only this kind of thing is worthy of the attention of a strong man like Mr. Fool... Audrey was stunned at first, and then she found that she was not surprised at all.

It is said that Emperor Roselle had seen the "blasphemous slate" and that the secret cards he created contained twenty-two divine pathways. This was something that every high-sequence powerhouse would definitely care about!

"Diary? That's a diary?" Alger frowned slightly, keenly noticing a detail.

Mr. Fool affirmatively called what Roselle Gustav left behind a diary!

How did he know?

How did he confirm it?

Could it be that he has mastered the method of deciphering the "Roselle Secret Code"?

In response to the Hanged Man's question, Klein, who had achieved the desired effect, leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands together, and answered in a relaxed tone:

"Let's just think of it as a diary for now."

He neither denied nor confirmed.

"It is said that Emperor Roselle's, um, diary, is written in secret characters or symbols that he invented himself?" Audrey had heard other noble children mention this before, but had never actually seen it. She was quite curious and asked.

"Yes." Alger answered simply, "Some people think it is a unique set of mystical symbols, and some believe it is a kind of hieroglyphics. But to this day, no one has found the correct way to interpret it, at least as far as I know."

When he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Klein, as if he was seeking some kind of affirmation, but also as if he was doubting something.

That's a language that has evolved through several generations and no longer has the original pictograms. How could you possibly decipher it based on your thinking... Klein remained calm and sneered to himself.

As for the idea of ​​treating it as a mystical symbol, it instantly reminded him of some absurd and funny scenes:

An evil wizard in a black hooded robe rolled up his sleeves, revealing a symbol of mysterious power tattooed on his arm. It was said to be left by Emperor Roselle. It was two large, cyan simplified Chinese characters:

"A funny guy!"

The corners of Klein's mouth slowly curled up, and his mood became better and better.

After listening to the description of the "Hanged Man", Audrey said awkwardly:

“Symbols or words that we cannot understand… How can we convey them to you here, Mr. Fool? Or, should we send them to a certain place?”

This is an important question... I don’t have any channels to receive things secretly... Klein didn’t rush to answer. He crossed his hands and spread his thumbs apart and touched them, touched them again, and spread them apart again.

Soon, he found an idea:

Since I can create temples, tables and chairs here according to my own ideas, can I let others directly print out what is in their minds?

Give it a try...

At this time, Audrey and Alger saw Mr. Fool, who was covered in thick gray mist, slowly sitting up and said:

"Ms. Justice, let's try this. Imagine a passage and feel the urge to write it down. Then pick up the pen next to you and write on the paper."

Before Klein finished speaking, Audrey saw a piece of yellow-brown parchment and a dark red fountain pen in front of her.

She picked up the pen with doubt and curiosity, and as instructed, she imagined a poem that Emperor Roselle had written in her mind:

“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” (Note 1)

She reviewed the text, picked up the pen, and thought of presenting it all.

Klein felt this "emotion" and used the "pen" as a medium to guide it.

As soon as Audrey put down her pen, she saw a new line of words on the parchment:

“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”

"Goddess, this is amazing!" Audrey exclaimed in surprise, full of emotion.

Then, she looked at Klein with some fear:

"Mr. Fool, can you read my thoughts?"

"No, I'm just a guide. I've simplified the process of writing out words and turned it into a rubbing method. If you don't want to 'express' yourself, there won't be any trace left." Klein comforted him in a low voice.

"Is that so... Then we just need to remember the appearance of those symbols or secret texts, and then we can present them directly according to our wishes?" Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and asked in sudden realization.

“Yes,” Klein replied briefly.

"This is a really good way, Miss Justice. Don't doubt your memory. After becoming a spectator, you will be able to improve greatly in this area." Alger watched the attempt just now and felt that The Fool was more mysterious and powerful than he had imagined.

As for his memory, he believed that it would grow sufficiently with his subsequent promotions.

In response, Audrey nodded happily:

"That is a very pleasant reminder, Mr. Hanged Man. What else do you have to teach me about the 'audience'?"

At this point, she turned her head and looked upward:

“Mr. Fool, I will work hard to complete your mission and try to collect more of Emperor Roselle’s secret diaries.”

"I've said before that I'm a person who likes equal exchange. The advance payment just now is only equivalent to two pages of diary for each person. If there is any surplus, I will give you extra." Klein said calmly in a tone that did not take advantage of a child.

As for where the extra reward will come from, it is of course the new secret diary of Emperor Roselle, which will form a good cycle.

"You are such a generous gentleman." Alger was silent for a few seconds, then he put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

After saluting, he turned to Justice and said:

"I repeat, the audience is always just the audience."

"I know that many audiences like to imagine themselves as the protagonist or other characters, and invest a lot of emotions in the drama, so that they cry, laugh, get angry, and feel sad with the drama, but this is not what you, the 'audience', should do."

"When facing the 'dramas' in the secular world, and the people who consciously or unconsciously play a certain role, you must maintain an absolutely detached attitude. Only in this way can you calmly and objectively examine them, discover their habitual movements, detect their lying habits, smell their nervousness, and grasp their true thoughts from various subtle clues."

"Believe me, everyone will naturally secrete different 'things' and emit different smells due to different emotions, but only the real 'audience' can smell it."

"Once you get emotionally involved, your observations become affected and your perception of other people's emotions becomes distorted."

Audrey listened carefully, her eyes becoming brighter:

"That sounds very, very, very interesting!"

Klein, who was at the top, was moved when he heard this:

The requirements of the "audience" potion seem to be summarized as "be an absolutely neutral spectator."

This is a kind of role-playing...

Acting?

Could this be what Emperor Roselle meant by "acting"?

So I need to play the role of "Fortune Teller" and digest the potion bit by bit?

Just as Klein was lost in thought, Alger finished explaining what he knew about the "audience" requirements, and after a moment of hesitation, he said:

"It seems like nothing happened?"

"Maybe we can just chat and talk about what's happening around us. Maybe a piece of news that seems ordinary to us could be a very important clue to others."

“Okay.” Klein came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

He had already decided to try to play the role of a "fortune teller", which didn't seem to have any bad effects anyway.

"Then let's start with you, Mr. Hanged Man?" Audrey agreed with interest.

Alger thought for a moment and said:

"The great pirate who calls himself 'Admiral Ludwell' has started his voyage to explore the eastern end of the Sonia Sea."

"Well, the owner of the Black Tulip?" Audrey asked after careful consideration.

"Yes." Alger nodded in response.

I don’t even know who it is… Klein listened silently, thinking about what news he should tell that would not expose himself but would still allow him to obtain intelligence feedback.

Soon, he made a decision. Maintaining the profound image of The Fool, he stroked the edge of the bronze table with his fingers and said:

"From what I have heard, the Secret Order has lost a notebook belonging to the Antigonus family."

This news was not only known by the Night Watchmen in Tingen City, but also by the Secret Order and the Extraordinary People with whom they had close ties.

"Antigonus family's notes?" Alger repeated, laughing and shaking his head. "I'm really curious about the reaction of the Evernight Goddess Church after hearing this news."

Why only mention the Church of the Evernight Goddess? Klein was aware of the problem, but he was not sure what to say.

That would destroy the Fool's mysterious and profound image.

At this time, Audrey spoke doubtfully:

"Why are you curious about this? Will the Goddess's church have any special reaction?"

Alger smiled and said:

"The Antigonus family was destroyed by the Church of the Evernight Goddess."

"Whether it was the end of the Fourth Epoch or the beginning of the current Epoch, I'm not sure."

This... Klein's eyes narrowed, and a chill suddenly surged through his body:

"It seems that the Nighthawks value the Antigonus family notebook far more than I imagined!"

"The reason why they proposed that I become an extraordinary person, 'having made certain contributions' and 'preventing dangers' should be only a small part of the reason. What they hope is that I can improve my inspiration, which will help me find the notes.

"The captain did not hide this and mentioned it, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time..."

After listening to the Hanged Man's explanation, Audrey spoke with great interest:

"I never thought there would be such a thing..."

"Okay, it's my turn now. Let me think about what to say."

She tilted her head slightly, put her hand on her forehead, chuckled and said:

"Yesterday, my etiquette teacher was teaching me how to faint, how to faint elegantly and politely. This is a practical skill to avoid embarrassing situations and annoying people in social situations... Hehe, I was just organizing my words. What I really want to say is that since the defeat in the war on the east coast of Balam, the king, the prime minister, and all the gentlemen have felt great pressure and have an urgent desire to change."

Note 1: Shelley, Ode to the West Wind