Audrey had thought that Mr. "Fate" would think about her for her, after all, Mr. "Fate" was a generous, benevolent deity who always cared for the members of the Tarot Society.

But she didn't expect that Mr. "Fate" would directly peek at fate for her, and told her that she would get a chance in the psychological alchemy!

"I'm sorry, Mr. 'Fool', and allow me to praise 'Destiny' in your kingdom." Audrey silently stuck out her tongue in her heart, in a happy mood.

She lifted the hem of her skirt again and said seriously:

"Thank you, Mr. 'Destiny', and I think your advice must be my greatest takeaway today."

"You're welcome, Miss Justice." Lewis smiled faintly and responded.

He didn't get a lot of money from Audrey, and in the face of big customers, he naturally wouldn't be stingy with some necessary reminders.

Klein carefully analyzed the situation of the Psychological Alchemy Society, and even thought about it carefully, but as "Fate" spoke, he felt that he had wasted his time thinking in vain.

In the face of the existence of peeping fate, any weighing of the pros and cons seems foolish.

Coughing slightly, Klein added in a leisurely tone:

"Within the Psychological Alchemy Society, there are some people who have been inserted by the church, such as the informant of the substitute punisher, the informant of the night watchman, you have to know how to hide and disguise yourself.

If you get stuck, you can ask for help at the tarot meeting. ”

Audrey saluted again and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Fool." ”

After getting the advice she wanted, Audrey didn't rush to end the individual communication, but instead spoke:

"Mr. 'Fool', I have memorized two more pages of Russell's diary."

"Good." Crane tapped the edge of the long bronze table and helped Miss Justice reveal her diary.

It's just that when the diary arrived in his hand, his gaze suddenly stiffened.

Because, today's Russell's diary is what he has seen in the Russell Memorial Exhibition before, but Russell has traveled through various complaints and novel experiences in the early days, and has no practical value.

With the end of the individual exchange, the Tarot congregation began to communicate.

"The Hanged Man" Alger looked around and said as if he had already finished his belly:

"I recently received an investigation mission, I don't know if you have any corresponding clues."

"The Church of the Eternal Sun once transported a Level 1 seal from Intis to Rune, but two years ago, the seal was robbed by pirates, and the person who transported the seal disappeared."

"A Level 1 seal? Two years ago? Lewis's mind began to come alive, the Level 1 seal itself is quite rare, if it is formed by extraordinary characteristics, the corresponding sequence should be Sequence Four or Sequence Three, that is, demigod-level abilities.

These pirates are really generous, and they dare to intercept the seals of the Orthodox Church...... Lewis sighed silently.

Seeing that no one could provide clues, Alger gave up the request for the time being, and instead said:

"You can try to collect the potion recipe for the Wind Favorite, and I will give you an absolutely satisfactory reward."

I have...... Lewis almost blurted out, but he just smiled faintly, a gentle but polite smile.

In order to maintain his compulsion, after the incident, he would let his "Dependents" make a trade, and pray for the "Fools" to convey the potion recipes of the "Wind Dependents".

……

As the meeting ended, Lewis returned to reality, the sealed spiritual walls lifted, and the wind swirling through the blinds.

He took out his cane and let his figure melt into the darkness, then prayed to the Fool, explaining that he had the potion recipe for the Wind Greeter, hoping to make a deal with Mr. Hanged Man.

In the end, the recipe for the "Wind Favorer" was sold for £2,000.

……

Cohen Wharf is an official wharf in the port of Enmat, which is generally controlled by the Rune government, and occasionally the military will handle local affairs, which is relatively safe.

The sea breeze at night is slightly cold, and the crimson moon is reflected coldly in the seawater, which has a hazy beauty.

Lewis borrowed the power of his cane to hide in the shadows, his hearing and senses turned on to monitor every move in his neighborhood.

So far, the vicinity of the dock has been quiet, except for the sound of rats tearing at things, rustling, occasionally mixed with screams.

About ten minutes later, close to 11 o'clock in the evening, Lewis heard footsteps, and his mind naturally sketched a man with black hair and brown eyes.

The man was wearing a cloak and had his physical features hidden under it, and it was clear that the person who had appeared was none other than Bazel, and no one else had come.

Bazel walked through the dark docks, stopping and stopping until he finally found the spot he had agreed with Lewis and looked around.

Seeing that Lewis hadn't come yet, he muttered in his heart:

That gentleman wouldn't be afraid to come, and if that did, the operation would almost fail tonight.

With my ability alone, it is almost impossible to rescue Miss Stephanie from both the pirates and the gangsters.

Bazel lowered his head, looking a little lonely, he had done everything he could, hoping only to save Stephanie.

Suddenly, a hand slapped him from behind, and Bazel turned his head in horror, and then the horror turned into surprise.

Lewis's figure gradually emerged in the shadows, like a ghost, and no trace could be touched.

All these performances tell the extraordinaryness of Lewis.

"Mr. Lewis, I have passed on to Mr. Paul the bitter gall of the plague sea serpent, and he will deliver it to you to-morrow." Bazel didn't dare to bring the item directly, it was the item of trade and the only bargaining chip he had.

"I know, you follow me next, don't think about making any small moves, or I'll consider sinking you into the shallow sea." Lewis deliberately warned.

He had always been uneasy about the people of the Storm Church, otherwise he would not have chosen to let Bazel follow him.

The two hid on the spot, and as soon as the morning came, a small mast sailing ship sailed from the dark sea and finally docked on the shore.

With good hearing, Lewis could hear people walking on the docks, talking about the human deal, and talking about going for a recreation when the deal was done.

In the shadows, Lewis approached the mast, trying to control his body so that he could walk without making a sound.

Soon, he was close to the place of trading.

Through his vision, Lewis probably had a clear understanding of the number of people on the scene, and the total number of people on both sides was no more than ten, and almost all of them were low-order transcendents.

The "gray wolf" of Sequence 6 didn't seem to be here, which made the operation much less difficult.

(End of chapter)