章節 370: Chapter 31: From Comic to Reality!
The temperature was dropping with autumn approaching. August was ending, and it was showing in the orange leaves slowly covering Victoria Street trees.
Unlike the others, who exhaled light white smoke, her green lips exhaled heavy grey clouds like a locomotive.
Adjusting her jacket a little tighter, Vivian let out a soft sigh as she stood in front of the blue-domed building, where workers were repairing the roof and entering and exiting.
In Azshara, it is pretty common to work on Saturdays until noon, especially for civilian builders.
This time, she was dressed in a thick yellow dress with bronze details, and a bronze tiara held her hair back. She came ready, her briefcase with all the documents she would need in her right hand.
Today was Saturday, the day she had agreed to start working with Harvey Wayne.
Leaving Briarwood Chambers had been easy enough, if a little awkward. She'd barely worked there for two weeks, shy of her third. Even if it were any other workplace, it would still be weird to leave.
When asked, she had barely explained that she had been offered a better opportunity elsewhere. While that was impolite, she didn't care much if she was honest.
It fell into her role as Barbarian, after all.
'Besides, you don't often meet such strange fellows as him. How could I miss such an opportunity?' Smiling sideways, Vivian let the cigarette fall from her lips, and as soon as it hit the floor, she crushed it with her heel, stubbing it out.
With her crime for the day committed, the lawyer entered the firm with a smile. Her heels echo across the tiles.
She passed by the workers, who glanced momentarily at the beautiful lady and quickly turned their attention back to what they were doing.
Several people were coming down and up the stairs. They were not dressed in the thick, sharp clothes one would expect from Blue Collars, but they were in good clothes, elegant even—clothes one would wear to work in an office rather than a construction site.
'There are a lot more people here...' Noting the increase in staff, the barbarian whistled in surprise.
With the funds the firm had, or rather, did not have. Vivian knew hiring that many staff along with the renovations and repairs would be impossible. So everything had to come out of Harvey Wayne's pocket!
She doubted that the Church would pay for this firm, so it was very likely that Harvey Wayne himself had hired all these people.
'How much money does that guy have? He must have a decent fortune to implement all these changes so quickly.'
The Church of the God of Knowledge and Knowledge must pay much better than she had thought...
Her sight moved for a moment, quickly finding the well-groomed man from the last time she came a few days ago. Approaching him, Vivian wasted no time.
"Hey Lanero, I have a visit with Mr. Wayne. Is he here?" She said flatly and somewhat bluntly, stunning Eleanor a bit.
The assistant looked at the woman who had spoken to him, a little confused, looking a little familiar. He had to look at her face for a few seconds before he could remember where he had seen her.
'It's that rude woman from last time!' Eleanor grimaced, his mood flaring up a little.
Remaining professional, he gave a slight bow and pointed elegantly with his palm towards the stairs.
"Good morning, ma'am. Yes, Mr. Wayne is in his of-"
"Don't care." Like last time and having gotten what she wanted, Vivian cut him off and started her way towards the stairs. Leaving behind a frozen Eleanor.
Lowering his hand, the man pressed his lips together, and one eyebrow twitched vigorously.
"I hope Mr. Wayne doesn't hire someone like her! She'll only bring trouble..." Beatrice said in her usual tired tone, approaching Eleanor from behind with a cup of coffee still steaming in her hand.
She was not alone as Clara accompanied her, her own cup of coffee in hand.
Both were wearing clothes that, while warm, were a little lighter than one would expect with the temperature dropping. This was simply because their office work ensured that they were always in a warm place.
Looking around and seeing they were more or less alone, Eleanor hunched slightly and whispered, "I just hope it's not what I fear. If Mr. Wayne turns out to be someone like Mr. Dieter, I'd look like an idiot. I don't want to regret giving this place another chance.
"I still don't know how Mr. Wayne convinced me to stay," Eleanor confessed incredulously.
Clara looked at him sideways, calmly, "Mr. Wayne doesn't seem to be that kind of man. Besides, don't compare him to him. In the one week he's been here, he's done more than that guy did in the four years he's had the firm."
"Don't remind me, Mrs. Clara..." The assistant complained with an exasperated sigh.
It was a miracle that the firm had survived until today. It would have been abandoned after two more months of mismanagement and bad investments.
"Besides, we can't forget that he paid the firm's debts out of his own pocket, "Clara whispered. "The only people who do that are one of three: Stupid people who don't know how to use their brains, stupid rich people who can throw both money and dirty laundry away, and lastly, the highly ambitious ones who want to achieve something.
"In my eyes, it's clear which class Mr. Wayne falls into."
The older members looked around, from the tilers fixing and replacing tiles to the masons and carpenters fixing the walls. Finally, they looked at the newer workers talking to Thomas and William, asking what they should do.
Beatrice gave a subtle nod and took a soft sip of her bitter coffee: "I hope he's the kind of man who knows what he's doing..."
...
"Next time, I'm going to set a clock aside to measure how long it takes you to get here," Harvey said as he lowered his red fountain pen and looked up at Vivian, who snorted ungraciously.
"It's 7:40. It was only ten minutes." She groaned a little. It wasn't that late; what was the deal?
"It'd be 15, and I'd be the one looking for you," Harvey commented, shooting her a bored look.
While there was no threat, the barbarian couldn't help but be startled.
"Understood." Straightening with a jolt, Vivian replied nervously.
She didn't want a high-level leader of the Wise Owls chasing after her; thank you very much!
Said man shook his head softly, the corners of his lips raised in clear amusement. Raising a gloved hand, he pointed it at the seat before the desk.
Bringing her fist to her lips and pretending to clear her throat, Vivian heeded the unspoken command and sat down. Placing her briefcase on her lap and her fingers on the latch, she pressed.
Click!
Just as she was about to start pulling out her documents to present to the man, his voice stopped her.
"What are you doing?"
Raising her eyes, Vivian looked at him, a little lost: "I'll give you my documents so you can check them so I can be hired?"
'Wasn't it obvious?' She said the last in her heart, not having the courage to say it to his face.
At her response, Harvey gave her a flat look. "Documents that are fake?"
'...' Vivian stared at him for a few seconds in silence. Her body unnaturally still.
"Wow. Looks like you saw a ghost." Harvey hissed in surprise at how white she had become, "Don't worry. I couldn't care less if your identity is fake, you could be a man, and I wouldn't give a damn."
Waving his gloved hand back and forth disinterestedly, he added, "Do you know how many people with false identities enter the country?
"As long as you do no harm and keep a decently low profile, we couldn't care less even if we wanted to."
"O-oh..." Stumbling a little, Vivian couldn't help but sigh a sigh of relief. For a good moment, she thought something was going to happen to her, but luckily, it was just a horrible scare.
Click...
Closing her briefcase, she placed it at her side, the corners of her lips quivering uncomfortably and the tips of her ears a little red.
'Of course, he would know. He is an official, after all.'
If she could investigate him, it was obvious that Harvey Wayne, a Wise Owl, could do the same. And much more easily, considering he didn't have to worry about getting caught.
As she thought about her slip of the tongue, Harvey pulled some papers out of one of his desk drawers and held them out to her.
"Just sign this, and you can start working here. Take your time to read it if you like, but finish before 8; I have a job for you that I need you to complete as soon as possible."
"What kind of job?" Vivian asked as she grabbed the spread-out papers and carefully reviewed them.
Harvey laughed softly, "It's pretty simple, don't worry. I want you to help me change the name of the firm."
Vivian nodded at his words, entirely agreeing with what he wanted to do. Without looking up from the contract, she replied, "You now have the titles and name of Apex Financial Solution, and the previous owner gave you total control without any conditions or restrictions. We would only have to visit the Hacienda on Pondred Street in the Euclid District to change the name.
"They are open daily, so we only need the documents I mentioned. We can go once I finish what I'm doing."
While the firm had once been respected and valued, its name was now nothing more than bad publicity that would drive away potential clients. The most obvious move was to change the name, to show that the firm was no longer the same as before, and to gain more confidence from people wanting to walk through its doors.
With that in mind, she added. "Do you have a name in mind?"
Harvey laughed softly before saying with a knowing smile, "You can say that~"
Following her instinct, Vivian didn't decide to probe the subject but changed it. Raising her 'employment contract' and eyebrow, she pointed to a part of it.
Having gone through Lawyer, legal documents and their trappings were her specialty, so she had already reread it four times and found no traps. Her salary and schedule were all in order.
There was only one thing that confused her.
Returning to a specific part of the contract, she asked: "I understand about Legal Advisor, but why is Personal Secretary also added?"
At her question, the member of the Wise Owls didn't answer immediately; he just gave a short laugh, his eyes twinkling a little.
"I have to keep an eye on you, remember?" Harvey replied sweetly, his smile teasing.
Vivian could only press her lips together, suddenly finding herself extremely uncomfortable.
This guy was not only dangerous, he was also weird.
'Grandfather always said that members of the Wise Owls had their quirks. Though I doubt he was referring to this...'
A while later...
After signing the document and making their recruitment 'official,' Vivian and Harvey left the office, carrying the briefcase with everything needed for the firm's name change.
The former group watched as their boss left the building with complicated looks on their faces.
After a few seconds of looking at each other, the first to break the silence was an expressionless Beatrice.
"I thought he'd like them younger... But Mr. Wayne seems to like his wine well aged." She said, her lips slightly raised at Clara's giggle and Eleanor's blush.
Both women looked at the younger man and could only chuckle.
How easy it was to tease the young.
...
The next day.
Pitado Street. Unit 3-6, Klein's apartment.
Putting down the newspaper, Klein could only rub his forehead to soothe his headache.
'What's going through that guy's head?' The detective was at a loss.
Was this some kind of signal? A way of saying it was safe to talk in the real world?
'Considering his personality. I'm sure it's just another way for him to tease me.'
'Why couldn't the housemate be someone quieter? I don't know if I want to imagine what he did on Earth; maybe he was a mobster. It would make sense; he's quite the personality.'
'You're as bold as Emperor Roselle, Mr. Chariot. I bet you two would get along wonderfully. Though at least you used something fictional. Not from a real person! In that respect, the Emperor still beats you.' Klein lampooned a little as he read the name on the advertisement.
It wasn't on the front page, and it wasn't a big statement. It was just a small rectangle in the business area, more towards the middle of the paper. Maybe some journalist heard it, or the man decided to pay for some publicity.
<>
A new beginning.
We left the past behind but didn't abandon it; we learned from it. Apex Financial Solution is no more. A new company will take its place and build on it.
Wayne Enterprises awaits you on Victoria Street, 7:30 am to 6:00 pm.
If you have a business idea or need an investment for a project you are working on, we are here to help.
Your future and comfort is our priority.
<>
Klein sighed again.
Chariot not only had the look, the name, the resources, but now he had the company.
'The only thing missing is that he also has the Batcave somewhere... Maybe some Robin, too, why not? He has the resources, and considering he dared to hand over one of his men to me, a Hidden God, he has manpower too.'
On the bright side, now he had a topic of conversation when they officially introduced themselves.
But to be honest, he was more of a Marvel guy.
章節 371: Chapter 32: Sacrificial Ritual?
Monday, August 27th, 3 pm Lenburg time
Above the grey mist, in the palace of the giants...
A lone figure shrouded in mist that made it difficult to make out his face stretched out his hand towards the crimson stars. Five crimson sparkles appeared on the seats surrounding the bronze table the next second, and the hall came to life.
Looking around as usual as she prepared to salute, Audrey Hall's eyes froze for a second as she saw that there was someone new, but this time, this person was on her side!
"This new member will be joining us from now on, Miss Magician" Klein mentioned calmly, his posture relaxed, his cheek resting on two of his knuckles.
Looking at Fors, he introduced the rest.
"This is Miss Justice, this is Mr. Hanged Man. This is Mr. Sun. And this is Mr. Chariot."
"Thank you for receiving me." Rising from her seat, Fors Wall gave a curtsy, clutching the edges of her dress.
'So this is the Tarot Club...' biting down somewhat hard on the inside of her cheek, she could barely contain the trembling of her hands.
While she was nervous, this was more from being in the presence of a God than before these mysterious members. Thanks to her new boss, who gave her a simple meeting summary, she knew that most of the members present were low sequences. No higher than Sequence 7.
According to his own words, she would be among the top five strongest members once she joined. Counting her, the total sum was 6.
It was a newborn organization.
'Where are you, where are you...' Her blue eyes moved quickly and discreetly over the male members present. Finally, her gaze shifted to the far end of the table and opposite side, where a lone person was seated.
This one wore a strange robe that covered his entire body, and although his figure was illusory, she could still easily see the long, bright red hair.
The head of the figure staring at the ceiling boredly moved towards her for a moment and gave an amused nod, a familiar taut smile on his lips.
Feeling an eyebrow twitch, Fors only let out an inward sigh.
'Yep, that's him.' Giving a glance, she returned her attention to Fool, not wanting to show they knew each other.
'A new member! And a lady this time!' The Spectator found herself happy, no longer being the only woman in the Tarot Club, but she didn't show that joy beyond a simple smile.
She had been disappointed a few days ago after losing contact with the Beyonder writer Fors Wall and Xio Derecha, people she had planned to invite to the club.
But that didn't matter now. A new member had joined!
Her eyes took a good look at her. Miss Magician wore an elegant, somewhat expensive green going-out dress and a soft-capped lady's hat. Her hair was a soft yellow-like cream, and she had an air of nervousness and anxiety.
'Her fingertips are yellowish, a common smoker. She is also not sitting still in her place. Someone who lives with a lot of stress and anxiety who uses cigarettes as an escape...' Giving a simple diagnosis, Audrey gave an inward nod, but her brow furrowed slightly.
The woman looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps if she saw her face, she would recognize her, but thanks to the fog, that was impossible.
Returning to her usual motion and grasping the edges of her green dress, Audrey stood up, curtsied, and said happily, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
Klein, who had been stressed these past few days over money problems and the recent events with Chariot and was seeing things a little darker, felt his soul lighten and his heart relax at the happy noblewoman.
He smiled and nodded, "Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
'A woman this time... What's so special about her? Mr. Sun is part of a continent of legends, while Miss Justice is part of the Loen Kingdom nobility, not to mention the background of Mr. Chariot. What extraordinary thing could she bring?' Alger only glanced sideways at the new club member, debating what the woman's background might be. He thought all this over as he stood up and saluted, analyzing the new member as best he could.
'Surely it's more important than mine.' The man pursed his lips a little as he applied a little more force to the fist on his chest.
He knew that was the truth. Compared to the others, his background was the least impressive.
With those thoughts in mind and the greetings over, he spoke seriously: ''I memorized 8 of the Diary's entries. I'll hand over the other half at the next meeting."
'Looks like what Chariot said last time did hurt...' Klein couldn't help but think that as he nodded. "Alright."
If he was lucky, this time there would be more information about the Tower and the mysterious transmigrator, or perhaps something to boost his image as The Fool. Though he preferred the former, he already got the latter last Monday.
Seeing that no one else responded, Klein manifested the parchment goat skin and the red fountain pen, and after a while, he had the journal's pages in his hands.
Taking a glance at the dates, the Clown could only nod internally. None of these appeared to be repeat entries. Returning them to the order they were in, he began to read.
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...16th December. I managed to contact the pathetic fellow who's trapped in the storm and was lost in the darkness.
He called himself Mr. Door and tried to teach me a complicated and difficult ritual. He wanted me to help him return to the real world and promised to fulfill three of my requests.
Does he think I'm stupid? I've lived for more than sixty years over my two lives. Does he think I can't tell that this is the usual manipulation done by evil gods and devils?
But the history of the Fourth Epoch that he described was fascinating.
I know of the most famous 'War of the Four Emperors' in the Fourth Epoch, but the specific details and main figures involved are limited to the information spread by the major Churches—for example, the 'Black Emperor' of the Solomon Empire.
It wasn't until today that this so-called Mr. Door finally answered my questions by letting me know who the remaining three emperors were. The half-insane Blood Emperor of the Tudor Dynasty, the Night Emperor of the Trunsoest Empire, and the Underworld Emperor of the Southern Continent, also known as Death.
According to Mr. Door's description, in this war that changed the situation of the entire world, the Black Emperor, Blood Emperor, and Night Emperor fell one after another. The Underworld Emperor reaped the greatest benefits.
Although there was something he added as an additional piece of information, Mr. Door said that it was during this time that the Hidden Sage was born.
Before I could question him about that, he went on to talk about...
Death went mad but also became stronger!
Even deities can go mad?
What a horrifying sentence!
...
I asked Mr. Door if he had participated in the 'War of the Four Emperors'? If so, what role did he play? And what was the position the seven deities maintained in this war? What role did they play?
Mr. Door didn't answer my question. He only said in a teasing manner that the number of pre-eminent mighty figures in the Fourth Epoch far exceeds my imagination.
When he said that, I couldn't help but remember the strange way he had mentioned the Hidden Sage. His attitude was as if he had picked up an apple on the way, wholly disinterested and unimportant, just worthy of a short mention, as if it had just crossed his mind.
Is it possible that he was part of whatever gave birth to this Evil Deity?
To my bad luck, I couldn't get him to give me any more information about the Hidden Sage. He just continued with what he was saying before. He mentioned two laws: the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Indestructibility and the Law of Similar Sequence Beyonder Characteristics Conservation.
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29th October. The leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, visited me once again...
He told me that he was a Sequence 2, Miracle Invoker!
...
Zaratul told me that the Life School of Thought specializes in astromancy, seeking to use medicine, music, light, wine, and fragrance to eliminate paths with unfavorable star readings and fate. They believe that disasters and diseases are caused by the loss of balance between man and nature and between man and his own mind.
He added meaningfully that the Life School of Thought worships the moon.
Why worship the moon and not go one step further, the Evernight Goddess?
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18th April. Matilda is pregnant.
It's to be expected, and I can even tell you exactly which love-making session she conceived in, because I felt a decrease in my Beyonder characteristic...
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9th February. I have a third child. I named him Bornova.
My eldest daughter, Bernadette, was lucky. Her mother and I were just Low-Sequence Beyonders back then. She is free to choose the path she wants to take...
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Klein found himself shocked and almost speechless. If it hadn't been for his clown powers, he would have been sure his mouth would have hung up long ago.
The information on these pages was too rich!
Not only did he learn the name of Sequence 2 of his path, along with part of why he could resurrect, but he also learned the name of Sequence 1!
'Miracle Invoker and Snake of Mercury... Those are some powerful names! Worthy of angels!'
'There's also something about Mr. Door... Lost in the dark and caught in the storm, Evernight Goddess and The Lord of Storms? It was smart of me not to divine anything about him...' Klein inwardly patted himself on the back for having been cautious and having avoided another incident like his sunburn.
Chariot told him about this when he accepted the Scarlet Monarch's deal: about the family's specialty and what it stood to gain, about the path they controlled, their curse, and Mr. Door.
One of the reasons he had accepted Fors so readily into the Tarot Club was that Mr. Door, a very possible angel, had a connection to the Abraham family, a Fourth Epoch angel family that controls the path of the Apprentice.
A path that, in high sequences, made one able to travel between worlds!
If there was a way to find the way back, Klein was sure that this traveling path was one of the necessary pieces.
Putting aside his success in obtaining information, he looked at the names of the Emperor's children.
'Bornova, Ciel and Bernadette... Zaratul gave Roselle a prophecy about each. With one of them being about his daughter turning her back on him, resenting him...'
'What a sad prophecy.' Klein couldn't imagine hearing that his children would grow up resenting him and turn away from him.
Of course, it's not like he ever stopped to think about whether he wanted to have a family. He didn't even have a girlfriend when he was still in his home...
'It also seems that the Emperor is really curious about the Hidden Sage, and he believed that Mr. Door had a lot to do with 'His' birth...' Clicking his tongue internally, he would have to write this down to check later.
With another member in the club, he could feel his spirituality wearing off rather quickly. In 9 more minutes, he would not be able to hold the meeting and would have to cut it short.
With time against the clock, he released the journal pages that disappeared as soon as they left his fingers and looked up calmly, "What is it that you desire, Mr. Hanged Man?"
Alger shook his head, his gaze downcast and his head slightly hung, "I have no questions Mr. Fool, I would like to turn them into contribution points."
"All right."
With those final words from the Fool, the time for exchanges began.
"I'm looking for a Southern Varano's brains and an Oiled Rusk's venom. Does anyone have either, or can you get them?" Adryan was the first to make a request. His sudden voice surprised some.
Those were the main ingredients of the Sequence 8 Robot potion. He already had the ingredients for the Monster potion ready, now he only needed the ingredients for the next potion.
'If I take what happened with Jerry as an example and as Klein described Ademisaul, I'm sure the Monster potion will melt in his mouth...' The redhead thought, a smile forming on his lips.
"I've got a contact who can get the brain." Alger didn't take a second to respond. 'I'll need a few days to contact them; by the first days of September, I can get it."
"Deal. I'll be waiting for you, Mr. Hanged Man~" With a foxy grin, Adryan said, amused, causing the man's eyebrow to twitch.
"I have the venom of the Oiled Rusk. How much do you need, Mr. Chariot?" Audrey replied.
"Fifteen milliliters will cover it. What do you want in return, Miss Justice?"
"200 pounds will be enough. I will send you the venom once this meeting is over." Audrey said calmly, not needing anything else at the moment, that reptile venom was not difficult for her to obtain nor very valuable. In her home storage, she easily had 15 different types of animal venom.
"Deal." Adryan laughed a little; having someone rich as a member was the best.
'Luckily, these ingredients aren't too strange. One advantage when the formula of the path is so well guarded, and the Beyonders on it are so rare, is that you don't need to hide and trap every creature there is. Having a few of them is enough to control a good farm.' He wasn't surprised they were easy to obtain; it was only logical.
Watching the quick exchange of materials and deals before her, Fors was a little taken aback. This was the first time she had seen such a meeting, let alone participated in it.
Feeling inspired by the moment, the writer quickly made her own request.
"I'm looking for the crystallized blood of a Lavos Squid and A pair of Terror Demon Worm's eyes. Does anyone have any information on these?"
Now that they were following this madman, money was not a concern, so she could afford to see her friend's last missing ingredient to advance to Sequence 8.
"I've seen the pair of Terror Demon Worm's eyes at several pirate auditions. One isn't too far away. I can get it for you." Alger grabbed another deal, a streak forming.
Adryan glanced sideways at the man, one eyebrow raised in amusement. 'Looks like someone is insecure in their position~'
Oblivious to his thoughts, Alger turned to Justice, his gaze serious: "I managed to find a seller for the Rainbow Salamander's complete pituitary gland; he's interested in selling it for 500 pounds."
Derrick Berg watched all this from the sidelines, unsure how to get involved. Because of where he was, he had no way of getting materials to the hands of the other club members, even if he wanted to.
The only thing he could get from them was potion formulas and some information, which was also all he could offer.
This frustrated him greatly.
Watching all the excitement unfold on his game plane, the clown couldn't help but feel quite fulfilled. His gaze passed over each member, ignoring one, until it ended on the youngest.
Noticing how tense he was, Klein could get an idea of what might be bothering him.
'Don't worry, Mr. Sun. After this meeting, your value here will increase even more!' As soon as there was a moment of silence, he raised a finger against the brass table.
Tap Tap Tap
All noise died to the familiar tapping, everyone's attention moving to the seat of honor at the top of the musty bronze table.
'Mr Fool is going to say something!' Audrey let out a soundless sigh and opened all her senses.
Alger tensed for a moment. 'A revelation from Mr. Fool? Did something happen?'
Nodding dismissively, Klein focused on the group, "I need your help to make an attempt."
'An attempt?' Audrey was immediately excited.
"I'm willing to cooperate."
As a Spectator, she clearly remembered that Mr. Fool had only used the word "attempt" twice: once when Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Chariot, and she were brought into this mysterious space and once when he gave them an honorific name for a prayer attempt, revealing his true nature of God.
'What will it be this time? It's something to look at!' Audrey thought happily—a sweet smile on her face.
It was not only a new attempt that was sure to be a success but also a new member.
The Tarot Club was growing!
'I don't understand what's happening here...' Fors found herself at a loss.
Everyone suddenly fell silent to listen to what The Fool wanted to say.
'An attempt? For what?' She wanted to turn to look at her boss for answers, but remembering his request, she could only wait and see where this turned to.
"Attempt..." Alger tensed even more, his suspicion growing.
'What is Mr. Fool trying to accomplish? Is it a good thing or a bad thing?' Sighing internally to calm his heart, he nodded.
"Your wish is my wish."
Beside him, Derrick looked at the Hanged Man, then at Justice, wondering why they were so sensitive about this supposed intent.
'At least I'm not the only one confused.' The young giant thought as he watched Miss Magician share his doubt.
His eyes then moved to the farthest member of the group. To the only other member besides the Fool, who looked on calmly, one cheek resting on his palm.
'Hopefully one day I can be as calm as you, Mr. Chariot.' Derrick thought with admiration.
The Blessed of a God, most likely speaks often with "Him." Someone who takes on missions personally commissioned not only by his God but by Mr. Fool. Someone with power and fearlessness who throws himself headlong into danger. Someone who can be counted on.
The Chariot was everything Derrick wanted to be.
As if sensing his gaze, Chariot turned from The Fool to him. The young man could only lower his gaze, somewhat embarrassed at being found out.
'Come back when you're 30.' Adryan looked flatly at this, hoping it was just admiration or respect the young man was showing. He returned his attention to the chair of honor, not wanting to think about it now.
Klein continued the plan, saying, "This attempt will make your transaction easier and safer and will be confidential enough."
Looking at Justice. He smiled: "Do you remember the ritual to summon Mr. Chariot's messenger?"
"Yes, I do." Audrey nodded gracefully. It was hard to forget a bone bigger than your leg.
Following his plan, Klein made no further explanation. He nodded solemnly and said, "My idea is for you to sacrifice an item, whichever one you wish, to me through the ritual."
'Can that be done?' Audrey thought in astonishment. She very quickly recovered and understood the advantages of this method.
Once this attempt proved effective, they could make deals and trades with Mr. Sun! She could see how Sun himself came to the same conclusion by the huge smile on his face.
'Mr. Fool is great! As expected of our Tarot Club, we will be different from other organizations! We will use the method of the gods to change materials and ingredients!' Audrey was about to think, 'Praise the Lady', but stopped herself. After some consideration, she thought, 'Praise Mr. Fool.'
'Isn't that how the Scarlet Monarch receives and sends materials?' Fors thought, remembering the events of a few days ago and unable to avoid making a comparison. She was confused for a second before brightening.
'Of course! The Fool and the Scarlet Monarch are allies! It's not uncommon for some of their methods to be similar.'
Klein described the process of the ritual he had confirmed, but he added extra things like oils and powders, all to enhance the ritual's mystical and mysterious image, which in turn enhanced his image.
After confirming that the attempt would take place half an hour after this meeting- to regain his lost spirituality- along with the new 3 pm Lenburg time, Klein leaned back, letting the club go on a little longer.
At this point, Adryan decided to begin. The red-haired man turned to look at Audrey, his gaze heavy.
"Miss Justice, I have a mission that requires your help."
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