The previous chapter has been refreshed synchronously, and this chapter is a temporary transitional chapter, which is intended to facilitate the reading of follow-up readers, and will be deleted later. ）

On the long row of bookshelves against the wall, the volumes and books are neatly arranged; Between the randomly placed easels, colored stains can be seen everywhere -

It's hard to imagine that this is a scene in the same room.

Pierrot summoned his sister to sit down at a long table next to the bookshelf and spent a lot of time introducing her to the extraordinary and the otherworld, using his own own experiences as examples.

Finally, he also showed a little bit of the extraordinary trait of a "reader's" quick memory to prove to his sister.

"So you're saying that if I drink the 'Hunter' potion, I'll be a good painter?" The dark-haired, ear-length Delella asked confirmatively, "Then why don't you just get me a bottle of 'Painter' potion, it must work better than 'Hunter'." ”

Pierrot scratched his sideburns and laughed dryly:

"Well, as far as I know, there shouldn't be a 'painter' potion."

"Why not?" Delera asked, confused.

"I don't know," Pierrot shook his head, "maybe it hasn't been studied yet." ”

Delera pursed the corners of her lips, not satisfied with the explanation.

She thought about it, thinking of the quality improvement that her eldest brother had just described that sounded a little exaggerated, and she was full of expectations.

"Then you can bring it to me......" Dlay stretched out his white palm stained with a little paint, "the so-called 'hunter' potion." ”

Syllable!

When Pierrot removed his palm, Delera found himself with an off-white domino in his palm.

"This is a potion?"

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something to drink!

"It's a necessary step before taking the potion," Pierrot couldn't say clearly at this time due to the oath restrictions, "you can just tap it on the table." ”

The Mystery of God...... Delera muttered, casually pressing the dominoes onto the table.

Boom!

Except for the normal soft sound, nothing seemed to have happened.

Delera was about to open her mouth to ask, and something abnormal—oh, in the words of the eldest brother, called the supernatural—appeared.

On the wooden tabletop, a distinct scratch came from nothing, centering on the spot she had just struck, drawing a circle, the size of a normal notebook.

What does that mean?

Delella, who had been drawn to this magical scene, did not notice that her eldest brother, Pierrot, had quietly avoided it and retreated to the bookshelf, completely devoid of the eagerness he had just had.

A folded page of stationery appears out of thin air in a circle.

Following her instinct of curiosity, Delera opened the page and read:

“…… So, there's an ingenious method called "playing......"

What is this? Half-informed and confused, Delera looked up and asked:

"What do these mean, and what is the 'acting'?"

When she saw Pierrot, who was standing by the bookshelf far away from her, as if she was still trembling slightly, she asked again, "What are you doing standing so far away, are you playing a prank?" ”

Hearing his sister say "how to play", Pierrot suddenly felt all the pressure disappear, and the whole person relaxed.

"Come, I'll answer your questions," he smiled and sat back at the long table, deliberately ignoring his sister's final question, "and we'll go make potions." ”

……

Byam, the capital of the Rorsted archipelago and the "City of Generosity".

Alger Wilson walked out of the hotel and rushed to a hidden underground market nearby.

He had already received payment and remuneration from Mr. "World", and he had to go to the house as soon as possible to help him buy the materials.

The process was smooth.

With three "deep sea naga hairs" in his arms, Alger did not return the same way, but left the underground market through another exit, and according to the assumption that someone was following and watching, he went around several times in a row to confirm that it was safe, and then carefully came to the door of a house and rang the doorbell.

This is the residence of the "craftsman" Sharf.

In the sound of ding ding dong, a middle-aged man with thin skin and a little tanned opened the door, glanced at Alger, and asked:

"Deal?"

"Yes!" Alger nodded.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, it was already dark.

Before Klein got up to prepare dinner, the doorbell rang and a man in a dark green uniform, disguised as a postman, delivered a package that was said to be very valuable.

It was clear that he had been sent by Prince Edsak, and the package contained the divination medium that Klein had asked for—Talim's belongings, hair, flesh, and daily records.

This is an incredibly difficult case.

Klein deeply understands that if something is found, the royal family will most likely turn him into the next Talim, but if he doesn't find out...... Then Prince Edsak probably won't make him feel better.

In a dilemma.

What's more, he suspected that someone was already spying on him now—

This is also the reason why he has to be cautious even in convening the "Tarot Meeting", preferring to believe it rather than believe it......

There is only one solution to such a problem, and Klein has already thought it through.

During this time, he had to work hard to focus and find ways to find out the truth behind the incident, and use his actions to satisfy the prince...... But on the other hand, he can't really find out the slightest truth, and he has to use the results to satisfy the royal family.

It's past eight o'clock in the evening.

Crane lay down on the couch a little tired after some serious divination investigation.

At this time, layers of illusory prayers, male voices, suddenly sounded in his ears.

It should be the "Hanged Man", he bought the "hair of the deep sea Naga...... Klein perked up, but on the surface he shuffled slowly into the bathroom.

……

Above the gray fog.

There were many items on the table in front of Klein, all of which had just been sacrificed by the "Hanged Man".

He flipped through the slip of paper with three formulas written on it, and did a divination to confirm the authenticity of the formula.

He then tosses the image of the Hanged Man praying for the transfer of items into the crimson star corresponding to Valeera of Temperance, reminding her of the "Ritual of Bestowing" and asking:

"When are you going to do the 'Magic Mirror Divination'?"

If he had been in free form lately, Klein would never have asked more about it.

"Right now."

Crane breathed a sigh of relief.

He already has many experiences in holding and responding to ceremonies, and he knows very well that the so-called "right away" actually has a little free time to use.

He took advantage of this moment to break free from the gray mist, took off his clothes and threw them out of the bathroom, turned on the hot shower, and after disguising himself as a bath, he took four steps backwards again, returning to the gray mist, just in time for Valeera's "bestowal ceremony".

He pushed open the illusory door and brought in the items that the "Hanged Man" had sacrificed not long ago.

After a short wait, he saw the crimson star corresponding to Valeera expand and contract again.