After the "world" and "sun" communicated alone, the tarot gathering entered a free chat session, "Justice" Audrey asked about the unique scenery and anecdotes of the sea with great interest, and "The Hanged Man" Alger selectively described according to his own insight.

"The Magician" Furth listened quietly, and gradually got the inspiration to write a book about the Pirate King, about him capturing a female passenger and having a love-hate relationship with her, fantasy and reality coexist.

"Sun" Derrick can only imagine what the sea is like based on the paintings in the Silver City collection and the corresponding texts.

In the end, Klein, whose spirituality was gradually depleted, declared the end of the tarot gathering and quickly returned to the real world to make up for a nap.

............

At 7:30 p.m., in Queens, inside what appeared to be a house belonging to some nobleman.

Foirth put on his hooded robe, and after many days, he again participated in the party that Mr. A had organized.

She sat quietly in the corner and looked around casually, and noticed that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on the single sofa, seemed to be a little different from before.

This was not a change in appearance and temperament, because the other person's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and Folth could not see it clearly.

She felt different, just an almost intuitive feeling:

Mr. A is no longer as laid-back and indifferent as before, always looking at everyone with a downward attitude, and now he seems to be very depressed, trying to control something, and the dangerous expectations of people have skyrocketed.

In the past, Mr. A was a big mountain, but now he is closer to straightening up and spitting out the poisonous snake with the core...... The best-selling writer Firth was suddenly glad that he had not come with her in order to conceal the Tarot Society, and in order not to let Hugh know that he was looking for items from the Sun Realm.

That way, even if something unexpected happens, my escape will be much easier...... Furth turned the bracelet with only two stones left.

She didn't rush to write down her needs in a note and give them to the waiter, but first watched patiently for a while.

It's not that she's inherently cautious, it's that she's been impressed by the lessons she has learned in the past, as evidenced by the fact that there are only two stones left on the bracelet.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her, and wrote in deliberately twisted handwriting:

"Seek magical items or powerful weapons in the realm of the sun. ”

After handing the note to the attendant, Firth looked around again, but could not find the Eternal Sun believer who had helped with the purification and exorcism ritual last time among the many disguised or disguised figures.

Transactions were brewing in the shuttle of waiters, and the whole hall was quiet and orderly.

After a discussion and exchange session in the middle, the requirements of Foirth were added to the two blackboards at the front.

It didn't take long for her to receive a reply from the waiter.

A small piece of white paper was filled with dense words:

"The magical item, the 'Ring of Light' ring, it allows the wearer to become a messenger of light, an attendant of the sun, immune to many diseases, master divine power, the wearer can summon a dazzling light beam, can use many solar realm spells, can purify the necromantic within fifty meters, is the nemesis of this type of creature. ”

"Through this ring, what the wearer approves of, will be enhanced, and what is not approved will be weakened. ”

"The only problem with it is that the wearer, if used frequently, will gradually become a believer in the 'eternal sun', slowly obeying the teachings and praising the sun from the heart. ”

"If you want to get it, then please pay 9,000 pounds in cash at a time, and I can wait for you to raise it. ”

9,000 pounds?, Furth opened his mouth, and it almost felt like the other party was robbing.

This is a huge fortune that she can't borrow even if she finds someone to borrow it!

Aside from the deposit for the assassination of Ambassador Intis, all the money she's seen so far doesn't add up to that much!

A man with 9,000 pounds in cash, even in Beckland, is definitely a rich man!

Although I knew that magical items were expensive, I didn't expect them to be so expensive...... Do you want to get 9,000 pounds and stop participating in the gathering of the extraordinary, quit this circle, and enjoy life in peace?Furth took a breath quietly, and did not dare to respond to the other party for a short time.

She listened for nearly ten minutes as if nothing had happened, but before she could hear anything else, before waiting for an extraordinary weapon that was much cheaper, she got up and went to the bathroom.

After making sure that no one was around, she closed the toilet door, sat down on the toilet, recited the honorific name of Mr. "Fool", and told him what had just happened in the form of a prayer, asking him to convey it to "the world".

Above the boundless gray mist, Crane, who heard the illusory cascading voice, quickly entered and had a preliminary grasp of the situation.

Nine thousand pounds?" he silently read the number, his expression slightly twisted.

After silently calculating the money he could raise in the short term, he exhaled, embodied the world of "dummies", and manipulated him to respond:

“...... The negative aspects of this magical item are so serious that I don't want to be a believer in the sun. ”

"You don't have to worry about it anymore, we'll switch to cash. ”

"Pay £450 and the recipe for 'Master of Tricks' is yours. ”

As soon as the words fell, the contact was interrupted, and Klein watched the "world" disappear, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:

"Now it's up to the 'Barbarian' lady to find clues to what she can find......"

"Otherwise, I can only ask the old gentleman of the 'Eye of Wisdom' to buy that brooch. ”

............

In the bathroom, Furth breathed a sigh of relief, saying that he would hold the sacrifice ceremony as soon as he returned.

Unfortunately, I don't know the recipe yet, otherwise I can take the opportunity to see if there are any extraordinary ingredients here that I need...... She returned to the hall, her gaze intently scanning the messages on the two blackboards.

She didn't respond to the previous note, and she didn't even think about bargaining, because even if she could make the other party 1,000 pounds cheaper, she didn't have the money to buy it, and more importantly, she felt that Mr. "World" didn't seem to be able to afford it.

She watched until the end, and due to Mr. A's changes, she didn't stop long, didn't talk to anyone, and quickly left the house.

After more than ten minutes, the party was completely over, and only Mr. A and his attendants remained.

Mr. A slowly stood up and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Suddenly, he bent on his knees, fell to the ground, and rolled several flights of steps.

He lay there, the shadow beneath him rapidly crimson.

His flesh melted and soaked into it, making the shadow seem like a new, skinless, monstrous person separated from his body!

Dutch ...... Mr. A's breathing gradually subsided, and his tense body slowly eased.

And the separated flesh "flowed" back again.

Everything is unusual.

Mr. A crawled forward, knelt in the basement, and choked up again to make a confession.

Mistakes in what preceded repentance, lack of vigilance, and disruption of the Lord's coming.

............

Silver City, home of Darick Berg.

He walked around the table in silence several times, never making up his mind, his reason telling him that Mr. "The Hanged Man" was the best choice, but the faces of the other members of the mission always flashed in his mind, and he felt that he had turned his back on them by pretending to be out of control!

Shall I find an opportunity to see the Chief and tell him that the half-ruined temple belongs to the fallen Creator and to the evil god who is in charge of the "Shepherd" pathway, and tell him to be careful of Elder Lovia and replace the person in charge of this mission...... But where do I know, in their eyes, Mr. Fool is also an evil god...... Darek clawed at his hair.

The Hurricane Axe was placed in the most accessible places, a faint glow as every lightning bolt passed through the window.

Suddenly, Darek stopped, looking out at the bright and dark surroundings, at the dark depths of the sky.

It was as if he had seen his parents before they died, and he had regained the feeling of stabbing down the straight sword in pain.

"It's too late this time...... I'm going to be ready to make sure that the discovery of the 'fallen Creator' doesn't go unsuspected......" His expression twisted for a moment, gritted his teeth, and whispered to himself, then jerked away from the window, returned to the table, and began to drain his own spirit in the same way that he practiced the extraordinary abilities of the "Prayer of Light", causing it to quickly dry up.

............

Inside the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall.

In the studio, Audrey, who was leisurely smearing oil paint, heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

When Anne, the valet opens the door, she discovers that it is her mother, Countess Caitlin.

Although this lady was close to fifty, she looked to be in her early thirties, blonde hair and blue eyes, beautiful and graceful, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.

"Mom, what's the matter?" asked Audrey, putting down the items in her hand and getting up suspiciously.

The Countess looked at her little daughter, who was more beautiful than when she was younger, and smiled:

"I had just finished a dinner party, and Lady Della said you were interested in psychology and wanted to hire a governess, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet......" Audrey replied with a pretense of hesitation, as usual.

The Countess couldn't see her daughter's thoughts, and said with a smile:

"She recommended a psychiatrist named Islant, and if you have no problem, I'll send someone to invite her to classes twice a week, how about it?"

"You have an idea. Audrey's smile bloomed little by little, "Mom, come, sit here, I'm missing a beautiful model!"

............

On Tuesday morning, Klein identified the Bakerland Morning Post for the gathering that would be convened by the "Wise Eye" old gentleman tomorrow night.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer worried about whether the items could catch up with Miss Sharon's siege of the enemy.

To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Kragg Club for a day of leisure.

PS: Today's three more, ask for recommended tickets and monthly passes~ In addition, this chapter was updated on time, and then the starting point collapsed in the background.