"You can get started." Crane motioned for the meeting to move on to the next step.

The first to speak was Pierrot, who looked at Alger and said:

"Mr. 'Hanged Man', I expect it will take a week or two to pay back that page of the diary I owe you."

"It doesn't matter."

Alger nodded casually to him, and then turned to look at Valera on the other side of the Qingtong long table, "Miss 'Temperance', have you sent the 'blood of the ghost shark' to the place I designated?" ”

"As I said earlier, I've been away from land this week, and I can only confirm the progress of the deal from your side." He followed up with an explanation.

Valera smiled awkwardly and said:

"I'm sorry, not yet."

"It's an extraordinary material at the level of Sequence 7 after all, and it took longer than I expected, and I'm sure I'll be able to get it in place next week, next week."

"As a token of my apology, I am willing to accept compensation within a reasonable range."

This is the explanation given by Valeera, and the real fact is that she had to miss the invitation to afternoon tea on the 13th because of a trip to Tingen, and missed the opportunity to socialize and trade with Audrey.

Fortunately, she had considered that Alger had been on the sea for a long time, and it would not be a big deal to miss a week...... Anyway, even if it was delivered in time, he wouldn't be able to get it.

Sure enough, after hearing Valeera's reply, Alger frowned unconsciously, and quickly calmed down again, "I want 100 pounds as compensation." ”

"I can only accept half of this request," Valilla replied after a moment's thought, "and I don't need to tell me the two main ingredients of the 'audience' potion formula, they are certainly worth more than 100 pounds. ”

Alger was stunned for a moment.

His original intention was to get more benefits, but how did it turn out to cut his own trading volume?

He wanted to bargain again, but he was worried that he would annoy the other party, and he wouldn't even be able to get the extraordinary materials...... In this way, he nodded with mixed feelings and accepted the results of this discussion.

At the same time, Valera is considering whether to let the "Fool Express" open early.

As long as she reveals some of the knowledge about the sacrificial ritual in the Book of Secrets to Crane, she will be able to hatch the business in advance.

Of course, Valeera only briefly considered the feasibility, and not enough to go into the details.

In any case, the deal agreed with Alger this time must be completed, and if it drags on, it will not only damage his credibility, but also disrespect the "fool".

Crane saw that the two had renegotiated, and his hanging heart was relaxed.

What he was most worried about just now was that the transaction would fail, and he, a witness, would need to punish the "moderation" lady for breaking the contract, and he knew very well that he was not capable of doing it.

After resolving the issue on Alger's side, Valilla reiterated her deal regarding the recipe for the "Hunter" potion, but neither Alger nor Pierrot responded.

After that, the party enters the small talk phase.

Alger uses the "listener" he is hunting to lure out the "sanctuary" of the "true creator", and makes a slight temptation on the verge of angering Mr. "Fool".

To this, Crane replied with a hint of the little information he had come into contact with, "I prefer to call her, the Fallen Creator." ”

This sentence, to Crane, was purely reckless, but when it reached the ears of Alger, who was good at brain supplementation, he came to the conclusion that the "fool" was on the same level as the "true creator" by the tone of his voice.

After that, because there was no new question like "Justice" Audrey, this tarot meeting ended like this.

After cutting contact and watching their figures shatter and disappear, Crane sat in the high-backed chair of the "Fool" and did not immediately exit the gray mist.

This meeting was not long, and he still had enough spirituality to try more.

The first thing to do is, naturally, to pinch the "trumpet".

At present, the three members of the party each have a certain channel, and in the process of communication, many news are known by default, and in order to maintain the status of a "fool", it is difficult for Crane to ask questions.

He desperately needs a "trumpet".

Soon, Crane's first attempt was over.

He succeeded and failed.

Success in his imagination, embodied a "trumpet" figure; The failure is that this "trumpet" does not look like a real person at all, and there is no way to come in handy.

Crane sighed and dismissed the idea of creating a trumpet.

After that, he sat at the bronze table and reviewed and reflected on the development of the meeting.

He quickly cleared his mind and found the part that was most worth exploring—

Respond to supplications.

So far, he has made two kinds of four responses.

One is a prayer circle formed by Valeera copying honorific names, and the other is the rhythm of a crimson star triggered by ritual magic.

After a moment's hesitation, Crane still planned to use those illusory crimson stars in the gray mist as experimental subjects.

He reached out his right hand to reach out to the stars in response to prayer rather than in connection.

After trying more than a dozen crimson stars in a row, he didn't get any information.

He has two possible explanations for this phenomenon.

One is that only by establishing a connection first, pulling people into the gray fog, can they "respond", just like Valeera and them;

Another possibility is that the person corresponding to these stars has not been praying recently.

With the idea of trying it before leaving, Crane came into contact with a few nearby stars, and accidentally found a special star-

There was a faint and inconspicuous "supplication" in the crimson of that star!

Crane himself was stunned for a moment.

The two possibilities he had just deduced were just ruled out as wrong?

When he came back to his senses, he spread his spirituality and touched the slightly rhythmic crimson.

The familiar shift in vision reappeared, and after Crane got used to it, he saw a brown-and-yellow haired teenager on his knees, facing a pure crystal ball, his hands clasped against his forehead, his body arched forward, constantly praying for something, and a thick voice buzzing in Crane's ears.

The one who is praying is, of course, "the sun" Derick Berg.

He speaks the language of giants, which Crane has not yet mastered.

Crane's analogy with his knowledge of the ancient Versak language barely made out a few words, so he could only temporarily abandon the idea of pulling the other party into the gray fog.

He planned to increase his study while observing, and to find out who the boy was praying to and what he was praying for.

Crane thought that maybe he could find out some of the secrets about the gray fog from this teenager who was dressed differently than what he had seen and heard.

In this way, although there were some differences in the process, Derick was still here at Crane and hung up.