Holding on to the wall of the bathroom, Hazel almost vomited her entrails out of her stomach, and she looked at the little silver-white snake with some resentment, with droplets of water sliding from the corners of her eyes.

"Is the world of the extraordinary so cruel?" She remembered the extremely perverted scene, and couldn't help but bend down again, and at the same time, for the first time in her heart, she repented of the past.

This world is not as good as I imagined. Judging by the reaction of the man named Alger, this kind of thing is even like garbage everywhere for them.

"There are some things that the less you know, the more you yearn for them." Jörmungård spat out a slender letter, its cold red vertical pupils revealing a hint of tenderness and concern.

"Why do you have to stare at such a dangerous pervert?!" The girl had encountered such a human life for the first time, and she restrained herself from thinking about it, but the disgust and fear could not be erased for a while.

"That's one of the costs you pay for those gifts." The little snake reminded faintly, "Be quiet, calm down, you still have something to do in the afternoon." ”

Hazel thought about it almost instantly, but soon she reflected on it.

This afternoon is the time for the mysterious fool who seems to be a god to hold a meeting.

Is this party also secretly marked the price code?

Hazel suddenly felt powerless in the center of the whirlpool, and she felt like a struggling drowning person, even if it was not a life-saving rope but a sharp blade, she could only reach out and hold it.

Many things you think are walking on the wire rope only need to be careful to get rid of the fire, but no matter how much you tiptoe and stretch your arms to carefully maintain your balance, you will never be able to get rid of the fate of falling after walking, even if you are lucky enough to walk to the other end of the wire rope and think you can finally take a breath and rest, only to find that there is only a thinner silk thread in front of you.

If everything could go as desired, there wouldn't be so many poor people in this world.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Hazel's gaze recovered from the crimson and hazy state, and once again saw the endless gray fog that seemed to belong to reality, the palace that seemed to be the abode of giants, and the ancient, mottled bronze table.

Hazel's spirit was still tense, and she carefully and secretly looked at the members and the fools who had always been covered with a thick mist, until Miss "Justice" raised her chin to greet the members once again, as she had done last time.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool! Good afternoon, Mr. Hangman! Good afternoon, Mr. Sun! Good afternoon, Miss Lovers! ”

After the pleasantries, Klein saw Miss Justice signal that she had something to say, and nodded lightly in agreement.

"Dear Mr. Fool, don't you know that your dependents have received the 300 gold pounds in compensation?" Audrey resisted the urge to tell the story of Zilingers at once, and cared for the relatives of her chief.

Klein chuckled, "I didn't pay attention to this matter, but since my dependents didn't ask for any additional help, they should have received it." ”

"That's great!" Audrey relieved herself and turned to look at the other side, "Mr. Hanged Man, things are progressing in Ziringus. ”

Alger sat up straight and asked with a slightly flat expression, "Where is he?" ”

"It's a shame that as soon as we spotted his traces, he became aware of our investigation and killed the personnel involved." Audrey recounts what happened to Hugh and Furth and explains in detail what they thought about what happened.

Alger nodded slightly, "I'll keep an eye on it." ”

It turned out that the extraordinary person who arrived after me and the priest of the Storm Church was the one entrusted by Miss "Justice", and Hazel stole a glance at Miss "Justice" with a vague face, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.

"Hide your identity? I'll find out soon. ”

"The Hanged Man" Alger looked sideways at the top of the bronze table, and said under the gaze of the dazed and incomprehensible "Sun" Derick: "Dear Mr. Fool, I have received information that Zillingers infiltrated Bakeland with the purpose of assassinating Duke Negan, the biggest supporter of the Conservative Party, and once he completes this task, he will receive the 'Papal Card' made by Russell the Great." ”

He pleaded, "If there is anything more important to follow, allow me to recite your name and inform you with a ritual." ”

He did not repeat his request for help from the other party's dependents, because since he had already said it and the fool had given an answer, there was no need to be verbose, so he only expressed his desire to "report".

"The 'Hanged Man' also figured out the true purpose of Ziringus?" Hazel looked in that direction with some surprise, she hadn't suspected that Alger from the Storm Church had yet been suspicious, in her impression that the "Hanged Man" should still be at sea, and if he had followed him to Beckland, there would have been no need to make such a big detour in the previous exchange.

Is that okay too? Audrey's eyes widened.

I knew that I also applied for the right to "report", so maybe I could get the guidance of Mr. Fool once in a while...... She thought to herself, slightly annoyed.

"The Pope? Contains the full 'Sailor' path sequence potion recipe. Klein was a little moved, and he thought that Mr. Azik, who was already in Beckland, might ask him for help? In the eyes of everyone, Klein, who was in the thick gray mist, leaned back in the chair, bowed his head slightly, and replied slowly:

"Yes."

"Allow me to praise you in advance." Alger quietly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and said humbly. He glanced at the "fool" again, and spoke again:

"I am about to get a batch of the diaries of Russell the Great, and I believe that I will present them to you next time or at the next party."

The "Fool" was collecting the undecipherable notes left by Russell the Great, and Hézel heard the word again from the meeting, and she lowered her head from the members around her, wondering if she too would collect some like them.

"Good." Audrey saw that the exchange between the "hanged man" and the "fool" had come to an end, and hurriedly asked:

"Dear Mr. Fool, if I have very useful and time-sensitive information, can I also recite your name and inform you with a ritual?"

Crane nodded imperceptibly and said through the thick gray mist, "Yes." At the same time, he turned to look at the other two members who were silent and said, "You too." ”

"Yes, Mr. Fool." Hazel was half a step slower than Derrick and bowed her head.

In the majestic palace above the gray mist, Audrey interrupted the brief silence and took the initiative to speak: "I need the complete pituitary gland of the Colorful Dragon Lizard. ”

This is one of the potion materials for the "mind reader"? Hazel remembered the deal between "Justice" and "Sun" at the last party, the extraordinary person of the "audience" pathway, female, very young, in Beckland, with a good family, and the scope was already small. She lowered her head to prevent others from discovering her expression, and her heart was full of joy that she was about to see through the true identity of "justice".

Several people traded a little information about the Colorful Lizard Dragon, and when they heard "Justice's" doubts about the Colorful Lizard Dragon's proximity to extinction, Hazel also looked at the "Hanging Man" suspiciously.

"There will definitely be alternative materials." Alger replied with great certainty.

"What are the alternatives?" Audrey's eyes lit up and she asked, and Alger on the other side shook her head and replied with a deep meaning: "I don't know, maybe the people of the Psychological Alchemy Society know." ”

"Then why are you sure there will be alternative materials?" Audrey was half confused and half puzzled.

Hazel suddenly remembered the extraordinary characteristic that Jörmungård had promised Alger that belonged to Ziringus, and she sensitively captured the peculiar tone of that sentence.

If it's used for promotion, isn't that a magical item made and swallowed like a potion? She held back the churning vomit sensation in her abdomen again, and said half-questioning-half-affirmatively, "Extraordinary characteristics? ”

"Extraordinary properties, what do you mean?" Audrey was obviously stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked.

The "Fool", who sat at the top, suddenly spoke, and tapped the edge of the table, ready to maintain his person.

"When the extraordinary person dies, the extraordinary trait separates from the corpse." He concealed his inexplicable sadness, and pretended to be bland and explained, "This can also be used as a potion material to devour promotion." ”

Sure enough. Hazel lowered her head and ate people, so the weak ones were like walking potions in the eyes of other powerful extraordinaires.

How could it be like this? Cannibalism!

Audrey suddenly felt a feeling of nausea and fear, she regretted her choice for a moment, but soon strengthened her belief, since she had made a decision, she would go on without hesitation and turn back? That's not my style!