Chapter 185: Do Not Attract Miss "Fate's" Interest
Audrey suddenly recalled what Alice had told her a few days ago: "Don't you find it strange to gossip with Mr. Fool?"
...So you really did gossip? And about true gods?
Audrey imagined the scene and shivered in her seat.
Hmm, considering Miss "Fate's" personality, she probably found Mr. Fool's feedback too dull...
Audrey analyzed the situation seriously, then realized her thoughts were heading in a dangerous direction and quickly stopped herself.
Unlike the mix of fear and curiosity she felt when listening to Little Sun's stories, Fors's mindset was now almost entirely dominated by fear when listening to Alice.
...What do you mean by gossip about true gods!
Even if she wanted to gather material for her writing, Fors didn't have the courage to keep listening.
Although delving into such secret information aligned with Alger's long-held expectations, considering the speaker was Alice, Alger remained silent and instead looked up at Mr. Fool.
Mr. Fool in the gray fog seemed to have no intention of stopping them, which reassured Alger somewhat. At least he could be sure he wouldn't be silenced after hearing it...probably.
He continued to look at "The World," who also showed no intention of stopping Alice. Alger realized this wasn't a forbidden topic he couldn't listen to; his only concern might be his own mental health.
At this moment, Audrey also remembered this matter. After confirming Mr. Fool had no reaction to stop them, she tried to observe "The World" but reached no conclusion.
However, "The World" had previously dared to speak against Miss "Fate," suggesting their relationship wasn't as simple as she had thought...
Audrey glanced at Alice from the corner of her eye and didn't think "The World" was Mr. Fool. Instead, she made another guess:
Maybe, Miss "Fate" doesn't care much about mortal offenses...
This was something she had anticipated. The more she interacted with Alice, the more Audrey sensed it. While she accepted her own reverence, she didn't like this attitude.
She seemed to prefer equal conversations with others, even squatting down to speak eye-to-eye with Susie.
Without a Susie as a reference and not being an "Audience" himself, Alger was at a disadvantage in this regard. But Alice's immersive portrayal of a human was something he had long concluded, and he guessed "The World" might understand this too.
That made sense; they must know each other, and their relationship might be good, which is why "The World" dared to say such things...
After perfectly avoiding the correct answer, Alger also reached his own conclusion.
Alger composed himself and, feeling mentally prepared, looked at the increasingly impatient Alice and asked:
"What is it?"
But Alice hesitated because of Alger's question.
After all, based on Mr. Hanged Man's previous behavior, he probably didn't like hearing about the Lord of Storms...
Alice muttered a couple of sentences to herself and then looked at the now somewhat anxious "Hanged Man," saying thoughtfully:
"Speaking of which, this gossip has a bit to do with you, Mr. Hanged Man...I remember you are a follower of the Storm, right?"
Alger felt his bad premonition confirmed.
Realizing he wasn't the main target, Audrey and Fors breathed a sigh of relief and cast sympathetic glances at Alger.
Until now, Emlyn had been completely confused, not understanding the behavior and reactions of the others.
Alice propped her chin and continued:
"Three 'Kings of Angels' betrayed their Lord, benefiting from the Creator's demise and successfully ascending to true godhood.
"In such agony, the Creator ultimately couldn't accept it and went mad..."
Alice kept her eyes on Alger as she spoke, and he quickly realized that one of the betrayers might be the Lord of Storms!
This thought shook him deeply, but the shocks from Miss "Fate" were too many. Alger just instinctively tensed his body, his pupils contracting violently, but he didn't almost fall off his chair like before.
Seeing Alice's slight disappointment at his less intense reaction, a strange thought crossed Alger's mind:
Should I pretend to fall off my chair in fright now...
He silently dismissed the thought, instinctively feeling that Alice probably wouldn't like such an exaggerated performance.
Of course, Alger wasn't the only one shocked, but the most excited was still Derrick: "So, our Lord didn't abandon us, just went mad..."
Emlyn keenly sensed something wrong and stood up to be the contrarian:
"Wait, didn't you just say 'demise'? So that Lord should be dead, right? How could he go mad afterward?"
Alger, Audrey, and Fors looked at the pondering Alice, wondering if they should cover their ears now.
Alice started counting on her fingers and said:
"I've died at least...let me count.
"Once, twice, Amon counts as once...last week should barely count as once...
"And before that, I should have died...not sure if it was once or twice, let's count it as once.
"Hmm, so I've died at least five times?"
Emlyn wished he could slap his earlier self for speaking up.
...Why does she talk as if dying is as casual as going on a trip?!
Emlyn finally understood the strange attitudes of the other Tarot members.
Even if she wasn't a true god, she should at least be at the angel level...but angels shouldn't die so casually...
If Emlyn had been born in modern society, he would have found a suitable example to express his feelings—Alice seemed to be playing a highly immersive holographic game.
Can't solve a debuff? Suicide.
Encounter an unbeatable enemy? Suicide.
Still can't solve it? Delete the account and start over, directly cyber-reincarnate.
So, the cyber-reincarnated Alice propped her chin and asked Emlyn: "Mr. Moon, do you have any other questions?"
"No," Emlyn answered without hesitation, just hoping her attention would quickly shift away from him.
From this, Emlyn learned the first rule of survival in the Tarot Club—do not attract Miss "Fate's" interest.
This gossip about true gods successfully made everyone lose interest in exploring the names and titles of the eight "Kings of Angels." After a moment of silence, the Tarot Club's trading session officially began.
Derrick looked across and said: "Miss Magician, because I haven't returned to Silver City yet, your Eater's Stomach might take another two days."