Chapter 466 Tarot Club Begins
Dong~Dong~Dong~
Short and continuous knocks sounded, and before Renekton could push the door, the wooden door was creaked open from the other side.
Bugs Bunny poked his head out from behind the door and looked over here. Renekton raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, then pulled him out by the ear.
"Uwaaa. Boss, let go, my ear is going to break!"
Bugs Bunny kicked his legs to break free from Renekton's hand, and his red eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, looking at Renekton pitifully.
The corners of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly, and he casually threw the black top hat he had just pulled off back on Bugs Bunny's head and said:
"Ritz is acting cute because he is really cute. You, a fat rabbit, should not imitate him."
Bugs Bunny was stunned, and a human-like look of embarrassment appeared on his furry face. He glared at Renekton with gritted teeth and said:
"That's too much. You are attacking with your rabbit body!"
Grant supported his chin with both hands, his eyebrows slightly curved, and looked at Bugs Bunny with a faint smile and said:
"Haha, the little rabbit you raise is really interesting. Are you interested in exchanging it for a cat with me?"
"No interest, no interest! I don't want to sleep in a nest made of mechanical parts."
Bugs Bunny shook his head in panic and answered before Renekton could speak.
Renekton took two steps forward and rubbed its head, saying,
"Then you can go and help me with a class this morning and teach them some mystical knowledge. If you can't handle it, ask your knowledge rabbit brother to help you." "
No problem." After the topic of exchanging rabbits for craftsman cats, Bugs Bunny answered with particular certainty.
Renekton chuckled and rubbed its head. His body instantly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights, and then shattered in an instant, turning into bright starlights that surged into the spirit world.
Bugs Bunny scratched his head in confusion, looking at the place where Renekton left, not knowing what to do next.
Grant leaned back slightly, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his eyes still on Bugs Bunny, chuckled and said,
"Little rabbit, are you sure you don't want to come to my house? I can build a small nest for you alone. No, you are such a smart rabbit, you deserve a bedroom of your own."
"No!" Bugs Bunny took a step back and shook his head repeatedly.
Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.
In the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog, crimson rays of light rose like waves, then quickly retracted, revealing blurry silhouettes.
"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"
Audrey saluted slightly at the figure at the top of the mottled long table, and greeted in a brisk voice. After
a slight pause, she greeted the other members in turn:
"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Hanged Man'." "Good afternoon, Mr. 'Sun'." "Good afternoon, Mr. 'White Tower'."
The rest of the Tarot Club also saluted and greeted Mr. 'Fool' at the top, and then sat down after nodding to each other.
From the sound, Miss Justice was in a good mood today. It seemed that her brother in the military should be fine, and he might have returned to Backlund. This also meant that the matter of the Pas Valley had come to an end. As his thoughts turned, Klein's eyes subconsciously looked at Renekton, who was sitting in a high-backed chair.
"Dear Mr. Fool, I collected two pages of Roselle's diary this week."
The voice of "Hanged Man" Alger interrupted Klein's thoughts. He maintained his relaxed sitting posture and nodded slightly, and said in a leisurely voice:
"Very good."
"Moon" Emlyn glanced at "Hanged Man" Alger, who had no expression on his face, and then looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table and said:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I also collected two pages of Roselle's diary this week."
"I also collected one page of Roselle's diary."
"Magician" Fors spoke up next. This Roselle's diary was bought at a Beyonder gathering she attended last week.
"Very good." Klein curled his lips and nodded slightly in response in a good mood.
He leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked around at everyone leisurely. Then he heard "Hermit" Cattleya say that she also collected three pages of Roselle's diary.
He tapped the edge of the table in front of him with his right index finger twice, helping the members of the Tarot Club to materialize the Roselle diaries they had collected. Then he raised his hand slightly, and the materialized yellow-brown parchment flew into his hand.
Everyone sat quietly in their seats, waiting for Mr. Fool to read today's Roselle diary, while looking at the expressions of the other Tarot Club members with curiosity or expectation.
Renekton sat back in his high-backed chair and closed his eyes for a while. After a while, he suddenly heard a tapping sound in his ear.
At the top of the mottled long table, the figure shrouded in gray mist and blurred took back his right hand that was tapping the edge of the table, chuckled and said:
"You can start communicating."
"Magician" Fors looked around for a while, and seeing that no one spoke, she sat up a little straight, raised her right hand and said:
"Everyone, I need a complete Asman's Brain, and the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit."
"I wonder if any of you have these two materials, or related clues."
After explaining her needs, she took a deep breath and leaned back against the back of the chair, waiting for everyone's answer.
Is the magician going to be promoted to record officer? Her progress is much faster than the original. While thinking, Renekton raised his left hand and said thoughtfully:
"I know where the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit is. If you need it, 1,800 pounds."
"As for the Asman's Brain, this material is relatively rare. You can find the Abraham family. They must have some in stock in their family treasury." 1800 pounds! With my current financial situation, I can only take out 800 pounds at most. Even if I add Xio's savings, it can only be 1000 pounds at most. There is still a difference of 800 pounds. Fors silently calculated all the gold pounds she could take out in her mind, and the excitement that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.
Her eyes wandered awkwardly for a while, and she coughed twice with a guilty conscience and said:
"Well, I will think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."
"No problem." Renekton nodded lightly in response. He originally thought that Fors would at least bargain for a price, so he quoted 300 pounds more.
It seems that no one in the Tarot Club has the habit of bargaining for transactions. Is it because Mr. "Fool" is here, and everyone cares about their image? I always feel that Miss "Justice" has established the tradition of not bargaining for buying things in the Tarot Club with her own efforts.
Sitting at the bottom of the mottled long table, "World" suddenly spoke in a low voice:
"I have a cursed item from an ancient vengeful spirit, 1,600 pounds."
"Huh? You have one too?" Fors hesitated for a moment. She subconsciously turned her head to look at Renekton, who was leaning on a high-back chair. Seeing that his expression did not change, she turned her head to look at the gloomy and introverted "World" and said:
"Okay, I need some time to raise funds."
"No problem." Klein replied hoarsely while controlling his trumpet "World".
After Fors and Klein reached a deal, Renekton looked around. Seeing that no one was talking, he raised his left hand and said:
"Does anyone need the characteristics of the Crimson Scholar?"
Although he was asking, his eyes went straight to Emlyn, the "Moon", who was sitting one seat away from him.
Crimson Scholar? This is the extraordinary characteristic corresponding to the Viscount of the Blood Clan! Emlyn was shocked, and looked at Renekton with shining eyes and said,
"How much?"
"8,000 pounds." Renekton responded with a chuckle.
"Moon" Emlyn's face suddenly fell, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. 8,000 pounds, even if I sell all the dolls in my collection, I can't get it together. No, no, I will never sell them. The gold pounds that Lord Nibais sponsored me last time have all been used for the baron's inheritance. The high-ranking blood clan members can't give me such a large sum of money in a short time.
Emlyn opened his mouth and said with some embarrassment: "Can it be cheaper? Or, do you need some help?"
8,000 pounds, even if this vampire sells himself, it can't get it together. Klein sat leisurely on the high-backed chair. He suddenly felt relieved to see that everyone is equally poor.
What is this? Believe in fools, get poor? Klein laughed at himself in his heart and cast his eyes on Renekton. He was a little curious about what the other party would do. After all, Emlyn's poverty was obvious to all.
Renekton placed his right hand on the handle of the high-back chair and tapped it twice. Then he pondered:
"I accept part-time work to pay off my debts. The Pass Valley is short of manpower now. Since you are too far away, you can also choose to work from home."
"Work from home?" Emlyn repeated the words Renekton said with some doubt.
Sure enough, this guy had been targeting Emlyn himself from the beginning, and he even came up with part-time work to pay off his debts. Klein leaned against the back of the chair lightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"The general content of the work is to sort out the herbs and simple knowledge of potion preparation that you know, describe them in easy-to-understand words, and publish them in newspapers."
"Well, you need to use Dutan. If you don't master this language and the corresponding characters, I can find a channel for you to learn, and you can learn it by yourself."
Renekton sat up a little straighter and simply repeated the work he had prepared for Emlyn.
"That's it?" Emlyn was a little surprised. This was much simpler than what he had just imagined in his mind.
I thought I was needed to help explore some dangerous ruins, or hunt some dangerous creatures.
Renekton nodded and chuckled, saying,
"That's it. This is a formal job, but you won't get paid until you pay off your debts. If you were in the southern continent, I might arrange for you to do some bounty missions, but forget about Backlund, it's a bit too far."
"It costs more to hire a noble vampire than an ordinary adventurer."
Emlyn raised his chin and emphasized the words about the noble vampire.
Can you be proud of this? Under the gray fog, Klein's expression froze for a moment.
Is this something to be proud of? It seems that none of us are adventurers. "Magician" Fors looked at Mr. "Moon" opposite with a cryptic look. She always felt that the way vampires think is different from humans.
Seeing that Emlyn did not object to his proposal, Renekton nodded slightly and spoke again:
"Hehe, I have some extra Beyonder traits here. If you are interested, you can buy them from me, or order magical items directly. Of course, this will cost extra money."
"Farmers, physicians and harvest priests of the Cultivator Path, pharmacists and animal trainers of the Moon Path, prisoners and lunatics of the Alien Path"
"These are what I can get directly. There are also some traits of higher sequences, but they need to be negotiated with various forces, and they may not be obtained, especially the blood race, who pay close attention to traits."
"Each sequence 7 trait of the Moon Path represents a newborn, which is of course very important to the blood race!"
Emlyn raised his hand and knocked on the bronze table in front of him, saying in a serious tone.
I wonder how the blood race reproduces, directly separating part of the flesh and blood and the corresponding traits from their own bodies? Or is it like humans, except that they must separate a sequence 7 vampire trait to make the embryo take shape?
Klein shook his head slightly to get rid of the increasingly outrageous images in his mind. He then manipulated his trumpet "World" and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"If a magical item is created using the characteristics of a physician, to what extent can the healing ability be retained?" Chapter 467 Private Communication
After hearing the question from "The World", the other members of the Tarot Club also turned their heads to look at Renekton. Magical items with healing abilities are always popular.
Renekton gently leaned against the back of the chair, tapped the armrest of the high-back chair next to him with his right hand twice, and then said:
"Suturing broken limbs, curing serious diseases, and suturing souls, these abilities can basically be retained, but the latter requires very high technical support. Unless you are a Beyonder who is good at the soul field, it is not recommended to try."
"Suturing souls! This sounds so evil."
"Justice" Audrey was a little surprised. She didn't expect that a Sequence 8 physician would have the Beyonder ability to sew souls.
"Hermit" Cattleya turned her head to look at Audrey and Fors who looked a little solemn, and said in a calm voice:
"Whether evil or not is not divided according to extraordinary abilities. The focus is on the person who uses the ability, not the ability itself. Of course, the path of the devil that directly affects the extraordinary person itself is an exception."
"From the perspective of extraordinary abilities alone, many paths can be called evil, such as the path of the fortune teller and the thief, the path of the sleepless mastered by the Church of Night, and even the path of the universal mastered by the Church of Steam . The promotion ceremony of a certain sequence of them requires the extraction of all the vitality in a certain area, which will cause the soil to desertify and the lakes to dry up. This behavior can also be called evil."
"Yes, just like us vampires, although the path of the moon also contains some darkness and some weird authority, under the influence of the ancestor, we are still a noble and elegant race."
"Moon" Emlyn raised his chin slightly and continued Cattleya's words in a pleasant voice.
No, those vampires outside the City of Silver look disgusting. Derrick the Sun silently retorted in his heart. He didn't want to argue with Mr. Fool in his kingdom of God again, so he lowered his head silently and ignored what he had just said.
Artificial vampires also belong to the Moon Path. They are not noble, nor elegant. However, this also indirectly proves Lilith's influence on the blood race and this path. Klein pondered for a few words in his heart, and then manipulated his trumpet "World" to sigh:
"Perhaps. The essence of the extraordinary world is madness."
Renekton leaned back in a high-back chair lazily, and then sighed after the words of "World":
"Evil or not has a lot to do with the existence at the top of the sequence path, just like the Goddess of Night and the Original Witch. The former raised the quality of the entire sleepless path by her own strength, and the latter was a person who destroyed the entire path. Under her influence, the witches are more or less psychologically abnormal."
The goddess is indeed a kind and benevolent deity. Praise the goddess. Uh. Audrey looked up at Mr. "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table with some shame. Seeing that he didn't react, she was relieved.
My idea of praising the goddess here is a bit rude to Mr. "Fool". I have to be more careful in the future.
Audrey lowered her head slightly and warned herself in her heart. She couldn't help but look at the figure at the top with some curiosity. I don't know which path Mr. Fool has mastered. Well, judging from Mr. Fool's style, it should be a more mysterious and magical sequence path, a path of a fortune teller or a peeper?
Renekton looked around at everyone, chuckled twice, and then brought the topic back to the deal he had just proposed:
"So, who of you needs a magical item with healing ability?"
"How much?" Klein asked hoarsely while controlling his trumpet "World".
Renekton pondered for two seconds and then said:
"Well, 800 pounds. You can freely choose what item it is made of, but in order to facilitate the use of some extraordinary abilities, it is better to use the appearance of medical equipment."
"Okay, make it into a needle and thread for suturing wounds."
Klein thought for a while, and then controlled the "World" at the bottom to give an answer. The ability to treat external injuries combined with my own extraordinary ability to transfer wounds, as long as it is not a direct fatal blow, it can be recovered quickly.
Audrey, who was sitting on the other side of the mottled long table, raised her right hand slightly and said thoughtfully:
"I also want to customize a magical item like this. Can it be made into a bandage?"
"Yes." Renekton nodded slightly in response.
After a brief silence, seeing that no one was continuing the previous transaction, Alger, the Hanged Man, cleared his throat and lowered his voice to say:
"I need the formula of the Ocean Singer's potion. Does anyone have it, or know where to find it?"
Renekton looked at Alger, the Hanged Man, without surprise. This was the third time that the other party had asked for the formula of the Ocean Singer's potion at the Tarot Club.
After thinking for a while, he leaned forward, propped his hands on the table, looked at Alger and said:
"Haven't you found it yet? 7,000 pounds. If you accept this price, I can help you get the formula of the Ocean Singer's potion."
"7,000 pounds? Are you short of money?" Alger, the Hanged Man, looked at Renekton hesitantly.
The formula of a sequence 5 potion is usually around 5,000 pounds, but because it is difficult to buy, there is often a premium, but 7,000 pounds is too expensive.
In addition, the White Tower just sold a large number of low-sequence extraordinary characteristics and magical items, and asked Moon to work to pay off debts. He is either short of money or short of manpower recently. If he is at sea, I can also deduct some gold pounds by accepting employment to help him.
The Hanged Man Alger lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. He turned his head to look at Renekton and said solemnly:
"I can't get so much cash in a short time, but I know the coordinates of a primitive island. There are many extraordinary creatures that have long disappeared in the outside world. The value of this coordinate is definitely not less than a sequence 5 potion formula."
"I can swear to Mr. Fool to guarantee the authenticity of the coordinates of that island. At present, I am the only one who knows the coordinates of that primitive island."
A primitive island with many extraordinary creatures? It should be the island that Adam imagined. If I really set foot on that island, what should I do if Adam pulls me into the Church of Bones to chat?
That was the best psychiatrist in the world. I couldn't keep any secrets in front of Him, not to mention that I had the aura of the True Creator and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. It would be hard for Him not to notice me.
Renekton lowered his eyes slightly, and thoughts floated in his mind. He felt that if he really went to that island, Adam would most likely be there in the morning.
After a moment of silence, Renekton shook his head slightly at Alger and said, "I don't need the coordinates of that original island." No? Why? Alger frowned slightly and looked at Renekton in confusion, then he pursed his lips and said,
"I can guarantee that there are far more than one extraordinary creature corresponding to the fifth level of sequence on that island, and there may even be extraordinary creatures with divinity."
"I once happened to be on that island due to an accident, and did some simple exploration on the edge of the island."
Renekton raised his hand slightly, interrupting the words of "The Hanged Man" and said,
"I don't plan to explore that island, so I don't need its coordinates."
"But since you are short of gold pounds, you can go there to hunt some extraordinary creatures, and exchange their materials with me for the potion formula of the Sea Singer."
"We have some members in the Tarot Club, you can ask some people to explore the island with you. As for the confidentiality of the information related to the island, you can sign some treaties under the witness of Mr. 'Fool'."
"The Hanged Man" Alger was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "I will consider your proposal."
While speaking, his eyes were always fixed on Renekton, and the emotions in his blue eyes were restrained, making it impossible to see what he was really thinking at the moment.
Don't you plan to explore that island? What's the problem there? Impossible, no one should know about that island except Qilingos and me, and I only told him some information. Even if he happened to go to that island, he couldn't be sure. There must be more than one primitive island in the mysterious and vast ocean.
Is it a premonition brought by spiritual intuition? The sequence four of the reader's path seems to be called the prophet. What I said just now made him foresee something, or it touched him, so he rejected my conditions?
Alger's thoughts flashed through his mind one after another. After thinking for a while, he leaned back with a relaxed posture, leaning against the back of the chair slightly, looking like he didn't care about the failure of the transaction just now.
Following the silence of Alger, the Tarot Club members fell silent again. Klein sat leisurely on a high-back chair and waited for a moment. After making sure that no one was initiating a transaction, he distractedly manipulated his trumpet, "The World," and raised his head to speak:
"Ms. Hermit, I want to communicate with you alone."
Cattleya looked sideways at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table in confusion, narrowing her eyes slightly. She subconsciously wanted to reach out to adjust her glasses, but her right hand hit nothing on the bridge of her nose.
She withdrew her right hand a little unnaturally, and nodded gently in response:
"Okay."
While speaking, she kept looking at the "World," who rarely expressed his emotions. His emotions were very restrained, and his clothes were also disguised to a certain extent. Apart from being able to see that he was a senior and experienced Beyonder, no effective information could be directly observed.
While Cattleya was observing the "world", Klein also manipulated the "world" to ask for a private communication with her:
"Dear Mr. Fool, may I have a private communication with Ms. Hermit?"
After manipulating the "world" to speak, Klein switched back to his main account and chuckled,
"Sure."
As he spoke, he bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the edge of the table in front of him, then spoke again,
"You can communicate."
After doing all this, he switched back to his small account "world" again, his eyes calm and his voice hoarse,
"Admiral of the Star?"
"I need to go to the ruins of the war of gods deep in the Sonia Sea for some things. Can I take your "Future"? If so, what kind of compensation do I have to pay?"
"Hermit" Cattleya was slightly stunned. She didn't expect the other party to call out her identity right away. Although the "world" used a questioning sentence, his tone was very affirmative.
After a brief silence, Cattleya nodded gently and said,
"Yes, but you need to go to the 'White City' Nas in the Gargas Islands and wait for a few days. The 'Future' is still in the northern part of the Sonia Sea and will take some time to dock."
"As for the reward, you can pay gold pounds directly, or you can pay some equivalent mystical knowledge or items."
Equivalent knowledge? Isn't this letting me get it for free? Although I am not rich in gold pounds, I have mastered a lot of high-end mystical knowledge that is difficult for ordinary Beyonders to access. However, for the admirals of the stars, I have more suitable chips.
While thinking, Klein manipulated his trumpet "World" and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I know a 'Mercury Snake'. I will contact Him at the right time to ask about the blood of mythical creatures."
"'Mercury Snake'? Okay, I hope the right time you mentioned won't be too long."
Cattleya's eyes moved slightly. The transaction conditions given by the other party were completely unreasonable for her to refuse.
The gloomy and reserved "World" chuckled twice and said:
"I will give you an answer before I leave the "Future"." Chapter 468 Swindler
After the individual communication between "The World" and "The Hermit" ended, at the signal of "The Fool" Klein, everyone entered the free communication session.
"Ahem~" "Moon" Emlyn coughed twice, and after attracting everyone's attention, he chuckled and said:
"Everyone, I heard an interesting news at a gathering within the blood clan recently."
"What news?"
"Magician" Fors asked, while she was already imagining a love affair between a pure human girl and a proud young blood clan member in her mind. It could also be a blood clan girl and a human boy. The setting of a strong woman and a weak man seems to be more attractive.
Emlyn glanced at Fors. He felt that the "magician" lady seemed to be thinking about something strange. After a moment of deep thought, he spoke:
"I don't know when and where it started. There have been rumors about a shameless fraudster in the northern and southern continents and the vast ocean."
"It could be a mirror, a book, a crow flying in the sky, a seabird, or even a doll placed on the cabinet. They will show enough wisdom to communicate with people, and they like to lie and are good at defrauding the creatures around them."
"In addition to defrauding some insignificant things, it will also defraud some gold pounds each time it defrauds, at least 1 gold pound, and at most, it is unknown, perhaps the entire assets of the deceived person? No one has been deceived so badly so far, at least no one knows."
"The most bizarre thing is that once you are defrauded by it, the corresponding scam will be staged into reality in a coincidence way."
"Also, after the deception is completed, it sometimes reveals its own deception process with a sense of malice, as if it is enjoying the distortion, collapse, and angry but helpless expression of the deceived person. However, those who have such experiences are almost all ordinary people or weaker Beyonders. It seems to be bullying the weak and taking advantage of the strong."
As Emlyn described, Fors's expression became more and more weird. She inexplicably thought of the mirror she and Xio had encountered before.
Now that I think about it, it was a bit abnormal that I believed the words on the mirror so easily. Its words have the quality of being convincing?
Wait! I, I was deceived? A full gold pound, and my feelings at that time, I felt sad for that lady from the bottom of my heart. I... Too much!
"Justice" Audrey turned her body and looked at Emlyn with curiosity, asking:
"Is 'it' an out-of-control seal? Or a Beyonder who is playing a prank?"
"I don't know. If it weren't for the fact that the blood clan's actions in the southern continent some time ago had taken back enough characteristics, allowing us to strengthen our connection with each other, we wouldn't have been able to integrate information so quickly and discover the existence of 'it'."
Emlyn shook his head slightly and briefly explained why he knew the news.
"The Hanged Man" Alger frowned slightly. He recalled the news he had recently collected in his mind and soon came to the conclusion that the "fraudster" who liked to cheat and play pranks did exist.
Where did this guy come from? His range of activities is too wide, it doesn't seem to be caused by an out-of-control seal, but if it is a Beyonder, what is the reason? After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice:
"There are indeed some related rumors on the sea, but there are too many illogical rumors on the sea. I didn't pay much attention to these things before. After all, cheating is what every pirate does."
"Hermit" Cattleya sat with her hands clasped together. After a little thought, she pondered and said:
"This sounds a bit like what the Beyonders of the Thief's Path would do. Defrauding others has always been their pleasure."
Renekton, who had been sitting aside and had not spoken, had an urge to cover his face. He had a vague premonition when Emlyn began to talk about the fraudster.
Has the behavior of the fraud manual been noticed by some people? There is nothing that can be done. As more and more people are deceived, it will be noticed sooner or later.
Speaking of which, it has been wandering around since I threw it to the Rabbit of Knowledge. I wonder how it is now? I hope it has not attracted the attention of those wandering Amon clones, otherwise I will lose a magical item.
Klein sat back in a high-backed chair, squinting his eyes slightly. His eyes looked particularly deep. His mind was constantly thinking about the thief, Amon? Amon shouldn't be so bored. Is someone deliberately using this method to attract Amon's attention? Isn't this a bit too bold?
Regardless of whether this idea is right or not, it's better to warn them. Thinking of this, Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and manipulated his trumpet "World" again. He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Hehe, whether 'it' is really a thief or not, this behavior is likely to attract the attention of Amon, the top fraudster, or, this is originally to attract Him. If any of you are curious about this matter and want to investigate it, I suggest you make a will first."
Fors, who was originally thinking about whether he could ask for compensation, calmed down instantly. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he silently complained in his heart, "Uh, isn't it a bit too much to make a will first?" Are Mr. "World"'s jokes so spine-chilling? To attract Amon? This Amon once parasitized the "sun", but was solved by Mr. Fool. However, this also indirectly shows that Mr. Fool and Amon are in a hostile relationship. The "world" is also Mr. Fool's favorite. Is this a reminder to us Tarot Club members on behalf of Mr. Fool?
If it is really a reminder, then this trap for Amon is likely to be set by Mr. Fool or one of his favorites?
The face of the Hanged Man Alger was hesitant at first, then horrified, and finally calmed down. He sat silently on the high-backed chair, and the corner of his eyes unconsciously looked at the figure at the top of the mottled long table. Audrey, who
had been paying attention to the reactions of the Tarot Club, soon noticed the abnormal reaction of the Hanged Man Alger. She glanced at him lightly, and analyzed in her mind through his micro-expressions and some body movements:
Mr. "Hanged Man"'s emotions fluctuated greatly. What did he think of? Huh? Is he looking at Mr. Fool? Is this matter related to Mr. Fool?
Mr. World said that the fraudster who is very active in the north and south continents, including the sea, is likely to attract the attention of Amon. Amon happens to be an enemy of Mr. Fool. This matter is very related to Mr. Fool! The purpose is to lure out Amon who is hiding in the dark?
Cattleya, the Hermit, looked at everyone calmly and obscurely, taking in everyone's reactions.
The real danger is often hidden in some details of daily life. The Hanged Man and Justice both cast their eyes on Mr. Fool. What do they know that makes them think this matter is related to Mr. Fool?
Emlyn, the Moon, and Derrick, the Sun, sat in their seats in a daze. One of them didn't quite understand how this matter was related to Amon, and the other was far away in the God-forsaken Land and didn't care much about such things in the outside world.
Renekton turned his head slightly and glanced at the "World" at the bottom, then looked at the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table, his eyes full of speechless emotions. Don't plant a flag on me by the way. It doesn't matter if I lose the fraud manual, but if it falls into Amon's hands, it will become a locator to track me!
Feeling the eyes looking at him, Klein's mouth twitched slightly. Sometimes it's not a good thing for members to have too strong associative ability. Forget it, let them think about it themselves. As long as I don't respond, this matter has nothing to do with me.
Everyone at the Tarot Club seemed to have maintained some kind of unique tacit understanding and chose to skip this topic at the same time.
After a short silence, "Justice" Audrey looked in the direction of Renekton and said with a tone full of sighs:
"The Loen royal family and the Intis officials have chosen to sign a treaty with the warlord Mesanyes who rules the Pas Valley today. They will recognize the independence of the Pas Valley in exchange for the troops detained there." "
But that Mesanyes doesn't seem to have any plans to establish a kingdom. At least he doesn't regard himself as a founder, nor does he announce the establishment of a new regime in the Pas Valley."
"Everyone is speculating that what he really wants to do is to unify the entire West Balam, or even the entire southern continent."
"So soon? Don't Intis and Loen plan to use force to retake the colonies?"
"The Hanged Man" Alger asked with some confusion. While speaking, he glanced at "Justice" Audrey and re-evaluated her identity and status among the Loen nobles in his heart.
Renekton leaned back against the chair, resting his hands on the edge of the table, and said in a leisurely tone:
"Mesanyes has received the explicit support of the Church of Knowledge and the Church of the Earth. Even if Loen and Intis want to rely on force to retake the lost colonies, they need to consider the attitudes of the various churches."
"In terms of the number and strength of Beyonders, they do not have an advantage, especially the high-sequence Beyonders. They are the key to changing the battlefield. Moreover, with the barrier of the violent sea, ordinary armed forces are not so easy to transport to the southern continent. On the battlefield involving Beyonders, it is difficult to form effective fire suppression."
"Besides, there are many contradictions among the countries in the northern continent. If the competition for colonies develops into a war, the final winner will most likely be Feysac."
Everything was premeditated. This style of behavior is very much like the Reader's style, decisive enough, meticulous enough, and comprehensive. There is a feeling of layout with absolute rationality and indifference. Klein, shrouded in the indifferent gray fog, whispered a few words in his heart, and then controlled the trumpet "World" to express his opinion:
"In addition to their homeland, the countries of the Northern Continent have many colonies on the sea and in the Southern Continent. This stretches their front too long, and it is difficult for the army and the Beyonders to concentrate their forces. They are far inferior to the Pers River Valley, which is defending one place."
"Recently, there have been some changes in the bounty on the sea. The bounty on the mysterious queen in Intis has increased to 100 million Felkins. Loon, the Storm Church and other forces have also greatly increased the bounty on her, exceeding one million pounds."
"100 million!"
"Magician" Fors and "Moon" Emlyn exclaimed at the same time. Their throats moved up and down twice. This was a number they dared not even think about.
After the exclamation, Fors lowered her head in embarrassment, and calculated in her mind how many gold pounds 100 million Felkins were. The exchange rate between Felkins and gold pounds seemed to be 24 to 1. Even so, it would be several million pounds!
A lot of money. If I had so much money, I could buy all the dolls in Backlund and prepare a dedicated cloakroom for each of them! Why do you need to work for someone else just for the characteristics of a viscount like you do now? Thinking of working for Renekton, Emlyn's expression suddenly became depressed. He even had the urge to go to the sea as a pirate hunter to earn bounties.
100 million Felkin, this bounty has exceeded that of the "King of the Five Seas", but what does this have to do with the competition for colonies in the southern continent? In addition, Mr. "World" seems to have talked more today. "Justice" Audrey tilted her head slightly and looked at the "World" at the bottom, trying to observe something from him.
Well, his emotions are completely restrained and his expression is very gloomy. It is impossible to observe any useful information from Mr. "World". This ability is too restraining for the audience. Chapter 469 Letter
After sighing in her heart for a while, Audrey straightened her body and began to think about the previous question. The bounty also represents the official's attention to a certain extent. Has the mysterious queen been promoted? Is she now a Sequence 3 Saint? Or an angel walking on the earth? It is most likely the latter.
Mr. "World" brought up the change in the mysterious queen's bounty at this time because the mysterious queen also participated in the competition for the Pas River Valley colony? And she stood on the opposite side of Loen and Intis?
The affairs of the Pas River Valley are so complicated. I actually thought that this was just an event promoted by the Church of Knowledge in order to better spread the faith. Fortunately, Alfred is fine. After the Loen high-level officials sign the treaty with the warlord Mesanyes today, he can return to Backlund.
"Hermit" Cattleya did not show any special reaction when "World" mentioned the mysterious queen. She sat in her seat with her eyes lowered and her head down, seeming to be distracted.
Regarding the matter of the Pass Valley, the Queen seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with the Moss Ascetic Order. Recently, the Hidden Sage has also undergone some changes. Among the knowledge he released, there is a lot more living knowledge, but it is not as dangerous as before, and the knowledge is no longer as complicated and chaotic as before.
"Sun" Derrick has been in a trance. When he talked about Amon just now, he listened carefully for a while. Now he can't understand the topic of the Pass Valley colony at all. He can only sit in his seat in a daze.
Seeing that everyone in the Tarot Club fell silent again, Renekton smiled thoughtfully and said:
"By the way, the bicycles in the Pass Valley have already started production. Is anyone interested? I can help you buy a few."
"In Backlund, Leppard's partner seems to be still planning to build a factory. It will take at least one or two months for the finished product to appear."
"Bicycle? What is that? A special carriage?"
Fors asked in surprise.
Renekton shook his head slightly and said, "A portable means of transportation that does not require a horse. You can move forward by pedaling with your feet."
He then proposed to Klein the Fool to materialize a bicycle. With Klein's help, a bicycle made by craftsmen Cat Bree and Ritz appeared on the mottled long table in front of everyone.
"What a strange shape. Can it really move?"
"And there are only two tires. Are people sitting on it sure they won't fall?"
Emlyn the Moon and Fors the Magician expressed their opinions one after another.
Uh, I should have materialized the scene of Jordon and his friends riding a bicycle, instead of materializing a real bicycle.
Renekton turned his head awkwardly and looked at Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog at the top. With his help, he re-materialized the scene of Jordon riding a bicycle with Bugs Bunny on the street.
Seeing Bugs Bunny sitting in the basket in front of the bicycle, Audrey's eyes lit up. Can you hang a basket in front? Well, Susie shouldn't be able to do that. It's too big. If it sits in the basket in front, it will probably overturn the whole bicycle.
Audrey almost couldn't help laughing when she imagined the scene of putting Susie in the basket in front of the bicycle. She quickly sorted out her emotions, turned her head and looked at Renekton and asked,
"How much is this bicycle? I need one, no, three!"
"Because it has just been put into production, the price is 3 pounds. If you need a customized style or add some parts, you need to pay extra."
Renekton responded with a chuckle, and then looked at the rest of the people.
Except for Fors and Emlyn who seemed a little eager to try, the others did not show much interest.
Renekton leaned against the back of the chair and took in the reactions of the crowd. That's right, the "Hanged Man" and Cattleya were at sea. They stayed on the boat most of the time. There was no place to ride a bicycle. As for Little Sun, a place like Silver City was even more unsuitable for riding a bicycle.
Fors and Emlyn hesitated for a moment, but in the end they couldn't resist their curiosity and ordered a bicycle each.
After that, everyone at the Tarot Club shared some news with each other until the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table announced the end of today's Tarot Club.
After everyone stood up and saluted, a crimson light surged from the boundless gray fog and instantly enveloped everyone in the palace. When the crimson light faded, only the figure hidden in the gray fog at the top was left in the magnificent ancient palace.
Looking around, Klein spread his spirituality to wrap himself to simulate the feeling of falling. His figure also faded quickly and disappeared in the space above the gray fog.
Southern Continent, Pas River Valley.
The crimson light faded from his vision, and Renekton only felt that his mind was slightly dazed for a moment. When he came to his senses, he had returned to the hotel room.
He stood up from the easy chair near the window sill, stretched his body a little, and walked straight to the desk on the side of the wall. A piece of light yellow letter paper was lying there quietly.
After approaching, Renekton reached out and took the light yellow paper in his hand, looking at it briefly. Triss, this letter arrived later than I expected. After a slight sigh, he read the letter attentively:
Ever since I became a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain, I have been able to vaguely sense a great existence. No matter how I try to avoid it, it is useless. He will appear in my dreams, in my occasional bursts of inspiration, or even in my casual words.
I don't even know where I will wake up next time. It may be in a sewer, or in the bed of a man or a woman.
Is there any way to eliminate this influence? Although this pain has accelerated the digestion of my potion to a certain extent, I have a vague feeling that if I let things go on like this, I will lose the opportunity to become an iron-blooded knight and become a man again.
My subconscious mind refuses to ask you for help. I wrote this letter only after I took the risk of finding a psychologist to hypnotize myself.
If possible, I probably need you to come to Backlund. I am worried that this letter for help will make my condition worse.
The last signature is: Triss Chick!
"Triss Chick, Chick. It looks like her condition is worse than she expected. Is this a trap?"
Renekton murmured in a low voice and walked around the room for a while.
At the same time, his eyes flashed and became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm. In this case, he obviously lost focus and his eyes were blank. This
state lasted for a long time before his eyes became clear again. There was no danger, no abnormality, it was just an ordinary request for help, but if it was related to the original witch, He could completely interfere with divination.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to Backlund. As the capital of Loen, even if there was danger, the original witch would hardly come. As long as there was no true god coming, there would be no danger that could not be resisted.
After making a decision, he shook the paper with his fingers twice, and the words on it quickly faded and turned into a brand new paper.
Then he picked up the pen on the desk and left a letter for Bugs Bunny, explaining the reason for his temporary departure, and asked him to take the crow Anu to find the two cats Bree and Ritz for food and drink for a while.
Pressing the written paper on the desk with the pen, Renekton turned around and looked around the room again, rubbing his fingers gently, summoning two invisible servants, and took away the "Van Gogh's Starry Sky" and the "Out of Control Crystal Ball" that were sealed with the spiritual wall.
After doing all this, his figure instantly became transparent, like a statue cast by countless bright stars. The statue instantly shattered and turned into points of surging starlight that scattered into the depths of the spiritual world.
On the island of Tyana near the Rorsted Sea in the Sonia Sea, Klein simply packed his luggage. He sacrificed all the things that were not necessary to carry with him to the pile of debris above the gray fog, and then responded to his own way.
In the end, he only brought a portable suitcase to the first floor of the hotel to check out, then took a rented carriage to the port and bought a ticket for the nearest ship to the "White City" of Nass in the Gargas Islands.
The passenger ship will depart around 8 o'clock tonight, and there is still some time. I can go to a nearby bar for a while. Anyway, I will leave soon, so I can find some suitable pirates to hunt and replace the creeping hunger with a grazing soul.
After making up his mind, Klein carried his suitcase and walked straight to the most crowded bar nearby called White Wave.
As soon as he walked into the bar, he heard noisy conversations in his ears:
"Son of a bitch! I was fooled by a talking sea fish yesterday, and I threw a full 12 pounds, 5 soli and 3 pence in banknotes at it! That's all the cash I have on me!"
"My head must have been clamped by the planks at that time, so I didn't notice its flawed lie!"
"If that's really all your money, then where did you get the money to drink today?"
"My drinks today were paid for by the kind-hearted Captain Nall. If it weren't for the captain's help, I would have had to sleep on the street last night."
"You're welcome. If you hadn't thrown the money so quickly, I would have become a victim of that sea fish."
"Haha, unlucky Solir, remember to catch more fish next time you go out to sea. Even if it's not the one that deceived you, you can vent your anger. Haha~"
Listening to the words around him that reached his ears, Klein's mouth twitched slightly.
To be exact, 3 pence meant that it was indeed all the money he had on him at the time. Judging from the reactions of these sailors and pirates, they did not notice the problem of the fraudster roaming around.
It was the right decision to buy a boat ticket and leave Teyana today. Regardless of whether it was a magical item or a Beyonder, it was most likely a thief's path, and the sequence would not be too low. Under the influence of the aggregation effect, Amon's clone could appear here at any time.
While his thoughts were floating, Klein had already walked to the bar. He casually threw out a 4-pence note and said,
"A glass of Teyana malt beer." Chapter 470: The Original Witch
In the evening, in the Queens District of Backlund, in the Hall family's villa, Audrey sat on the right side of the long dining table, enjoying a small piece of cake decorated with fruits on her plate. This was her favorite dessert after dinner.
When she was almost done eating, she took a sip of the Almier red wine in her glass, while observing the expressions of her father and mother.
After making sure that they were all in a good mood today, she controlled her tone and asked with some curiosity and concern:
"Dad, how was the contact between the royal family and the warlord who occupied the Pass Valley in the southern continent today? Um. When can Alfred return to Backlund? Will his position in the military be affected by this incident?"
Earl Hall, who was sitting in the main seat, sighed lightly, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said with a sigh:
"Mesanyes has released him, and Alfred should be able to return to Backlund next week."
"The military will temporarily suspend him, but this is not a bad thing. Just let him recuperate at home for a while."
"The Loen military's troops stationed in the Pass Valley suffered little losses, but the senior military officers stationed there sacrificed a lot. If it weren't for the subsequent negotiations, Alfred might have..."
Having said this, Earl Hall stopped talking, he looked at his wife sitting on the side, and gave her a comforting smile.
The family gathered around the dining table fell silent. No one responded. Audrey pursed her lips, looked around, then curled the corners of her mouth and whispered,
"May the goddess protect Alfred!"
"It's good for him to come back and rest for a while. He has experienced so many things suddenly, which must have left some impact on his heart. It's just right for him to come back and relax for a while."
Audrey was a little worried, but her calm and cheerful tone was very obvious. Earl Hall looked at his daughter with soft eyes, chuckled and nodded,
"Haha, my dear Audrey, you have grown up, but I am not old yet. You don't need to worry about these problems. Your brother and I will take care of these things."
Audrey's eldest brother Hibbert Hall also nodded slightly after his father spoke and said to Audrey:
"Father is right. As an older brother, I have the obligation and responsibility to protect your innocence."
Audrey couldn't help but sigh in her heart as she looked at her brother with a serious face. Hibbert always spoke in such a businesslike tone no matter what the occasion. No wonder no woman has ever shown her love for him. It must be said that he is far worse than Alfred in getting along with others.
After sighing, Audrey took another sip of the red wine in the glass, then turned to look at her father, and asked curiously:
"Dear Earl, what do you think of what happened in the Pass Valley? Can they really succeed? At present, neither Loen nor Intis seems to have any intention of pursuing this matter further?"
Hibbert Hall, who was sitting opposite her, looked at Audrey with some surprise, chuckled and said:
"Audrey, are you also interested in this kind of political issue?"
"But I think that whether it is Loen or Intis, it is impossible for us to give up the Pass Valley so easily. It is not only the richest area in the entire West Balam, but also the safe waterway connecting the north and south continents. It is a must-pass place for entering and leaving the southern continent. It is very important both politically and economically."
Audrey frowned slightly, looked at her father with a heavy expression and said:
"In other words, there is still a possibility of war in the Pass Valley?"
Earl Hall picked up the handkerchief placed aside and wiped his hands, and nodded slightly in the direction his daughter was looking at him:
"Not for the time being, but war will inevitably break out in the future, whether for the colonies or to combat the resistance forces in the southern continent."
"But this may have to wait for a long time. The outbreak of war requires mature conditions and irreconcilable conflicts."
"This is not a problem we need to worry about. Ladies and gentlemen, we should adjust our status and welcome Alfred's return home next week."
Is war inevitable? I wonder how Mr. "White Tower" and the Church of Knowledge are going to deal with subsequent problems? Is it to ease the relationship between the parties and try to avoid war, or choose to directly break out the conflict and repel the enemy from the front?
Audrey's thoughts were slightly scattered. After a while, she came back to her senses in the conversation between Hibbert and Earl Hall. She tilted her head and chuckled and said:
"Well, respected Earl and Countess, and my beloved brother, I wish you a pleasant meal. I'm going to prepare a small gift for Alfred."
After speaking, Audrey stood up from her chair, raised her skirt and saluted slightly in the direction of her father, and then walked out of the restaurant with a cheerful step.
Hibbert called out to Audrey as she was leaving:
"Audrey, what gift are you going to prepare for Alfred? Let me have some reference."
"This needs to be kept secret. I can't tell you now. The most important thing about a gift is the thought, not the gift itself. As long as you prepare it, Alfred will be happy."
Audrey half-turned around, gently raised her right index finger to her lips, made a gesture of silence, and then walked out of the restaurant with a cheerful step.
In the East District of Backlund, in a cheap hotel room with old furnishings.
The painted oriel window was tightly closed, and the dim light of the gas street lamp outside the window was faintly shining in, so that the room without candles and gas wall lamps was not completely dark.
A woman in men's clothes was lying on the dressing table, with her black hair draped down smoothly. Her face was round and her eyes were long and narrow. Her facial features were not outstanding when viewed separately, but when combined together, she had a gentle and sweet feeling.
It was the Witch of Pain, Triss Chick, who had written a letter to Renekton in the afternoon. She looked like she was having a wonderful dream, her eyes were a little blurry, her lips were slightly opening and closing, as if she was talking in her sleep.
Suddenly, a little starlight appeared in the dim room, and the starlight gradually became denser, emitting a hazy light. These lights continued to spread and gradually became clearer.
In just a moment, the originally dim and old cheap hotel turned into a luxurious and restrained manor. There were gorgeous decorations everywhere in the room, and the original convex window was replaced by a transparent French window, just enough to see the green horse farm outside.
"You are not Edessak. You have transformed into a Red Rose Manor, but there is no owner here. Is it because you have not collected enough intelligence, or are you not proficient in using your extraordinary abilities?"
Triss Chick, who was originally sitting in front of the dressing table, woke up at some point. She leaned lazily in the shadow beside the dressing table, looking at the French window with her eyebrows down. She could not see any emotion. She was shrouded in a low pressure, alert and hesitant.
Dots of bright starlight flickered in front of the French window, and the starlight intersected in the air to outline the figure of Renekton.
A fist-sized, translucent crystal ball containing brilliant starlight was gently held in his left hand. The starlight inside the crystal ball faintly echoed the surrounding illusion. Renekton looked at Triss with some curiosity and said, "Can you find where I'm hiding?"
"No, but for an excellent assassin, it is basic to grasp the enemy's psychology and find the place where the enemy may hide in an environment without any flaws."
"Every witch is the best assassin."
Triss responded with a hoarse voice, as if she had not completely escaped from the hazy dream just now.
Renekton tilted his head slightly and turned his eyes away from her. In this state, Triss was more attractive than usual, making people want to get to know her more deeply.
The deep blue brilliance appeared faintly in his eyes, and rationality instantly took over his consciousness, suppressing all kinds of complicated thoughts.
The Red Rose Manor in the illusion suddenly dimmed, and the original almost real noisy sound suddenly became silent, and there were sparse and scattered stars outside the clear French window.
After using stealth to cover up the illusion, Renekton looked at Triss curiously and said:
"What did you dream about just now? You seemed obsessed."
Triss tilted her head somewhat unnaturally, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Nothing, I just dreamed about some things in the past. Why did the Original Witch keep bothering me? I'm just a Sequence Five Witch of Pain. In the witch sect, this is not considered powerful."
"Perhaps you and He have many similarities, whether in mentality or experience, and are very similar to Him at a certain moment in the past. This similarity attracted His attention, and made Him unable to help but want to make you into a container for temporary descending."
Renekton walked to the single sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, slightly lowering his eyes and said thoughtfully.
Triss leaned towards the shadow, as if only this could bring her enough sense of security. The thick shadow made it impossible to see her face, and only faint gasps and a hoarse voice with restrained emotions could be heard:
"Similar characteristics, huh. Could it be that the original witch was also tricked into drinking the assassin potion?"
"He is not as high in the astral realm as the Seven Gods, why does he need a container for temporary descent?"
Renekton shrugged, leaned back on the sofa leisurely, and said with regret:
"I don't understand this question either. Maybe you should ask those old antiques who lived in the same era as him."
"As for the need for a container for temporary descent, of course it's because his condition is not good. The injuries he suffered during the Pale Plague have not healed yet, and the conditions for making a god-descent container are very difficult. It's not something you can just find a saint of the same path."
Triss didn't care about the original wanting to make herself into a god-descent container. She held the loose men's jacket on her chest with one hand, and played with a strand of hair hanging from her forehead with the other hand, and said:
"The old antique you mentioned can live until now. Are you sure he has become a god or is close to becoming a god?"
"Obviously, only by becoming an angel can you have a long life."
"If you are curious about this, you can try to communicate with the one who was exiled to the depths of the starry sky by the night and the storm. He exists in the same era as the Original Witch. You may be able to learn some secret information about the Original Witch from him."
With a faint smile on his face, Renekton told the other party the way to communicate with Mr. Men.
Triss frowned slightly and murmured:
"Mumblings during the full moon? This requires at least a demigod, otherwise just hearing the voice of the ancestor of the Abraham family will make me lose control."
"This is too far away for me now. Do you have any way to block the influence of the Original Witch on me?"
Renekton said with a relaxed smile, "It's very simple, I just don't know if you are willing."
Triss took a deep breath, her face a little solemn. The other party's tone made her have some guesses. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her voice and said,
"What method?"
Renekton curled the corners of his lips and chuckled,
"Seek secret shelter. The secret power can easily block the connection between you and the Original Witch."
"Secret shelter? Goddess of Night? Are you sure you don't want me to be locked up behind Charles's door?"
Triss was stunned for a moment, and soon thought of the "Mother of Secrets" in the name of the goddess announced by the Church of Night. Her face became a little strange for a moment.
Renekton shook his head slightly and said,
"Although the Goddess of Night is the 'Mother of Secrets', she is not the only one who has the power of secrets."
To avoid the influence of the original witch and contact another secret existence, what is the difference between jumping from one fire pit to another. As long as revenge can be achieved, I don't mind selling myself to a secret existence.
After a brief silence, Triss asked hesitantly,
"Who else? Or, which other secret existences have the power related to secrets?"
Renekton turned his eyes to the sporadic twinkling stars outside the French window, and said calmly,
"The ancestor of the Abraham family I mentioned just now, the sequence four of the gate path is called the secret master. The word 'secret' originally means keeping secrets and keeping secrets."
"There is also the 'Fool' that the Aurora Society has promoted before, and the 'Knowledgeable' that the Southern Continent has begun to promote now. As the highest position of the Secret Peeper Path, He also has the power of secrets."