At the mention of Amon, the atmosphere is dead.

The way this high-ranking man made his last terrifying appearance and the strong malice contained it left a deep psychological shadow on everyone.

Besides, Mr. Bishop has no intention of continuing in this regard.

So, after a long silence, the members of the Tarot Society consciously pretended not to talk about the passage, silently changed the subject, and resumed trading information and items.

And Mr. 'Moon', who had been quite silent, finally seized the opportunity and opened his mouth to ask:

"Ladies and gentlemen, who knows how the Blood Clan can improve its strength without relying on gifts from their elders?"

One after another eyes turned as soon as he finished speaking, most of them were bright, with curiosity about the blood clan.

and Klein's Dead Fisheye.

'Mr. White, you are so undisguised. ’

Obviously, at this moment, most of the members have the guess of 'moon = blood clan'.

I just didn't ask out loud.

The first to give advice was still Alger:

"As I recall, the Bloodline can also take potions to advance, but it must be the corresponding, correct kind. There have been experiments in the churches that have shown that this approach works. But I don't have access to the details. ”

He described it succinctly.

The correct one, which obviously refers to the lunar path corresponding to the 'medicine man'.

This message made Yager also tilt his head slightly and memorize the content.

However, what made him more interested was that, judging from the conversation between the two, the Bloodline could not choose potions in the normal way, but could only take the corresponding one.

Does that represent the peculiarity of the 'moon' pathway?

He brought up some of the interest in listening.

On the other hand, Emlyn White was a little furious by this suggestion: "But the main material of those potions is my kindred!" ”

'Ahem, you're exposed, Emlin'

Crane couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and had to reach out and pretend to cough, covering his mouth to hide his smile.

"I mean"

Of course, Emlyn also realized it immediately, and paused awkwardly for a moment.

But he quickly adjusted, and chose to raise his voice again: "That's right, I'm the blood clan!" ”

Alger raised an eyebrow and cast a sympathetic look at Mr. Moon, 'No one actually asked you'.

Obviously, he took pity on the other party's limited IQ.

But he still said normally on the surface: "There is no need to be so absolute. ”

"For example, I have clues to the legacy of a Blood Baron who died in a conflict that broke out out and didn't have time to find a successor."

"If you accept this inheritance in the form of a potion, wouldn't this be a maintenance of the overall strength of the blood clan?"

"Maintain the overall strength of the Bloodline" Emlyn muttered to herself, and suddenly felt that the Hanged Man was very reasonable, and the logic was impeccable.

"In addition, on the Sunia Sea, most of the promotions of the blood clan are based on the family inheritance system. After the death of the father, it is also normal for the son to inherit the extraordinary inheritance left behind and be promoted. ”

The upside-down man saw that he had a tendency to waver, and pushed again, contributing to his extraordinary material sales performance.

Sure enough, Emlyn visibly faltered.

At this moment, Mr. World next to him suddenly let out a low trembling 'whoosh', diverting the attention of the Bloodline.

Emlyn asked, confused, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The world immediately shook its head and replied in its usual hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I remembered something glad." ”

Emlyn was puzzled, and with a light snort, he turned his head back and went back to discuss the extraordinary properties with Alger.

Crane was left alone, holding back a smile:

It's good that he cut it faster, otherwise the fool's style would have fallen.

Although I didn't feel it at all when I laughed with my clone, I expressed a little emotion and didn't break it.

I didn't expect that the most difficult thing about playing a fool was not to laugh out loud in front of the group members.

Thinking of this, the joke he had just created came to his mind again, forcing him to purse his lips quietly behind the gray mist:

'Sneer. Dad's Death Meal.'

Today's tarot meeting ended with Klein's smiling.

On board the Golden Dream, the warm sea breeze blows across the deck, bringing happiness to the sailors who have worked hard for a few days, as well as hope for the future.

In the distance, a majestic city can already be glimpsed.

That's the 'City of Generosity' Byam!

After the Tarot meeting, Yager pushed open the door of the captain's cabin and went out into the hallway, where he joined the sailors, squinting into the distance and feeling the afternoon sun on the Sunia Sea.

But he's actually sorting out the information in his head for the past few days.

Of these, Sherlock Moriarty provided the most information and the most effective. After many days of "friendly exchanges", he now has a preliminary understanding of his past profession and the world behind his dreams-

It's about a place poisoned by the moon.

Of course, there are many difficult pulls behind this conclusion, and the history of side-knocking will not be mentioned too much.

Yager brushed Klein's suffering over in his mind.

But all in all, this information, along with the little information that Tarot mentioned today, made one of his future goals clearer.

Find the Apostle of the Moon and the legends of the moon in this world.

At the very least, it is necessary to confirm whether there is a connection between the two worlds.

It's a pity that Detective Moriarty really doesn't know this information, otherwise he would have saved him the trouble of collecting.

He sighed with great regret.

While the ship was moving, a beautiful lady quietly appeared at the end of the corridor on the second floor, walking towards this side.

Her silky brown hair shone in the sun.

"Your Excellency, according to your will, the Golden Dream is already close to Baiam." Miss Iceberg said in a deep voice as she approached this side.

There is a serious expression on the cheeks of the beautiful face.

But if you look closely, you will find that behind her hard-working poker face, there is actually a rich sense of relief hidden.

Advina is glad that a member of the Night is finally leaving her ship and her room.

Fortunately, years of etiquette ensured that she didn't show it obviously.

"Miss Sick Lieutenant General has been very cooperative lately, do you need to send her to the Inspector's Mansion like her subordinates?" She then asked.

"No," Agger bowed politely to her, "I have other arrangements for her." ”

"Let's book me a few nearby hotels according to the location of the extraordinary meeting place she said."

"I'll stay in Byam for a while and follow up on what I've gotten. Thank you for your cooperation so far, and when we arrive at the port, we can say goodbye for the time being. ”

"Okay! Then I will say goodbye to you in advance. Adevina curtsied gracefully, turned, and walked away with a joyful step.

Yager, on the other hand, stared at her back and tilted his head.

Hey, why are you so happy?

Who said he would spare forty thousand pounds?

When Byam is done exploring, she will need to take her boat to Bansey Harbor.

Teleportation is a great skill.

The sun shone on the face of the stranger, and the malice in his eyes was particularly chilling.

(End of chapter)