"Miss Hugh, you can go to the place agreed upon before to meet with other companions of our Tarot Society, I can't get away for the time being, and when I have time later, I will contact you separately."

Klein said softly to Hugh in front of him, Hugh nodded, and without much hesitation, he left the villa in a low-key manner from the back stable.

Watching Hugh leave, Crane shook his head and stretched.

He pressed his hand on the table, trying to deduce as much as possible the physical condition of Dawn Dantès, a middle-aged rich man who looked to be in his thirties, but was actually in his forties.

After a brief pause, he grabbed the cane placed beside him and walked outside.

Crane stepped out of his room. He hid his stiff expression well, and watched as the three butlers sitting in the hall were discussing their travels.

Housing prices in this area are expensive, but Klein still paid a one-time one-time payment for a year's rent.

Similarly, for the two butlers, Asnia and Walter, Klein also paid all their annual salaries directly.

And the two butlers also chose a housekeeper for him, and since Dawn Dantès, played by Crane, has no family, there is no need for a personal maid.

But a housekeeper is a must, which symbolizes the decency of a Rune upper-class person.

You Runnes...... Every time he thought of this, the corners of Crane's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, calculating in his heart the amount of money he needed to spend.

The three butlers add up to nearly £300 a year, and the rent for a year in this garden villa close to "New Queens" is close to £400.

As for the servants, Klein had begun to regret why he had recruited them and said that he wanted to have a manor here, and that his three good stewards had hired him nearly twenty servants and cooks, which together amounted to an annual salary of nearly £800.

Without counting the expenses for food, clothing, and various daily necessities, Klein had already spent 1,500 pounds. That adds up to nearly £30 a week, which would cost Klein a fortune when he had no income.

Not to mention that Crane now seems to have sufficient funds, and there are more than 20,000 gold pounds left, but compared to the other nobles of Beckland, it is obviously much worse.

Although Miss Justice's family is considered to be a top member of the earl family, it costs 13,000 pounds a year to renovate a castle that cannot be lived in a few times a year, which has already made Crane jaw-dropping and almost out of shape.

Klein felt that for the sake of decency, Rune's nobles seemed to be able to sacrifice anything. Klein himself was actually an Oriental, and he didn't have much special affection for this custom of the Rune.

Every time he thinks of this extravagance, Klein can't help but feel a little distorted mentality.

If you think that most of the money of these nobles was exploited from Beckland and other commoners of the Rune Empire, from those in the Southern Continent, Klein felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

Hehe, I'd better reduce some of my personal expenses as much as possible, and I don't care if I look back and find a reason to eat anything at home...... Otherwise, I would have felt that my conscience was uneasy to use this money to waste extravagantly.

Crane thought silently in his heart, but heard his butler calling softly.

Alas, although I don't know how much it costs to get around, the price is certainly not low...... Crane used almost all the expression management skills he had accumulated during the "Joker" period to restrain himself from smiling and turning his head, and nodded slowly while listening to the plan discussed by several people.

Klein felt his heart bleed, and he felt that he might have something in common with Mr. Z, who was toiling at Beckland.

……

"Teacher, are you here too?" Forth raised the cup of coffee in his hand and took a sip of the coffee with milk added to it. Then the quilt was placed in its place, and he asked slightly to the high-dimensional down-looking person who was sitting calmly in front of him.

The high-dimensional overlook is dressed in an ordinary Rune Empire's formal attire today, and it doesn't look so ...... Catch someone’s eye.

He placed his left hand on the table with his elbow and waved it slightly: "After all, I am still more interested in the offline gathering of the Tarot Society. ”

The Higher-Dimensional Seeker was not lying to Firth, and he was indeed interested in the Tarot Society's offline gatherings.

At this meeting, he could see Hugh and Furth reunited, and Miss Audrey, who had become "Bishop of the Rose"; You can also see Emlyn White, a tsundere vampire who has arrived from other places.

And I don't know if the respected Mr. "Fool" will come to peep with his secret puppet...... Ah, I'm looking forward to seeing Emlyn and the Mother Goddess again......

The high-dimensional overlooking person thought and took a sip of tea comfortably:

"Compared to you, my status in the Tarot Society is a little bit special. The gods behind me are working with Mr. 'Fool', and I'm not destined to truly integrate into the Tarot Society—I have another faith, after all. ”

No, Teacher, I wonder if you didn't tell me at the time that you were already the true god of the "Hermit" path? I'm afraid there aren't many gods and believers who are the same gods, right?

Firth suddenly remembered the information that the high-dimensional down-seeker had told him before, and if it weren't for the fact that he suddenly mentioned this, Firth wouldn't have been able to remember that the high-dimensional down-seeker turned out to be a true god.

Recalling the experience of the Southern Continent, Firth felt that this teacher usually showed no divine majesty at all, just like an ordinary person.

How can there be a god who watches a glowing screen in the house every day, drinks tea and eats pastries?

He also likes to drink a mysterious black-brown potion with bubbles......

Is it that you don't want to talk outside? Also, talking about the identity of your god or something outside, even the protagonist in the hot blood won't do it...... Furth opened his mouth, but finally gave in and said:

"Okay, I got it."

The teacher must have a serious illness in doing this, ah no, there is a reason for him.

Foirth picked up the small knife and fork in front of him and carefully cut a piece of cake from the table in front of him. The plate looked expensive, and if it broke, she couldn't afford to pay for it.

She put the cake in her mouth, feeling the wonderful touch of the cream melting in her mouth before Foirth looked up and continued to ask her teacher.

"So, what did Mr. 'World' do when he came to Beckland this time?"

"This time, well, I think it's a bit unusual, compared to the previous mission, this time Mr. 'Fool' actually needs so many Tarot members to cooperate."

Furth pondered his own language and tried to find out the news.

"Just investigate George III."

The high-dimensional overlooking man said casually. Beside him, invisible curtains fell from the sky, separating him from his booth.

"Teacher, it turns out that you didn't set up the 'spiritual wall' when you said that the Tarot Club was just now?"

Furth stiffened and subconsciously spoke. And the high-dimensional seeker glanced at Folth with the eyes of a fool.

"In this open position, you put up a spiritual wall for me to see? You're swinging a knife around, don't you wish others would know what occult tricks you've used? ”

"Or do you want to be taken to a mental hospital as a madman?"

"Ah, this ......," said Folth Shanshan, smiling, bowing her head slightly, her loose hair, with her beige dress and brown shawl, resembling an ostrich.

"But you don't have to worry about secrecy. He is qualified to hear the voice of a true God only if I want others to know. ”

"I just opened my mouth just now to prevent you from discovering the anomaly of 'I didn't actually open my mouth', and all you heard was the information I presented directly in your mind."

The corners of the high-dimensional overlooking man's mouth were slightly hooked, and he said leisurely:

"But speaking of which, we've been eating cake here for a long time, and it seems like it's almost too late for the afternoon party."

"Huh? Forehead...... No, it doesn't really matter, I can just open the 'Traveler's Gate' and we'll just go there when the time comes. ”

Firth panicked for a moment, glanced at the time, and then suddenly calmed down again. She nodded, and once again cut a piece of cake with the small knife and fork in her hand.

“…… Truly. The high-dimensional overlooking man said in a steady tone:

"But this cake is high in fat."

“？”

"If you eat too much, you will gain weight."

“！”

The motivation to be promoted to angel suddenly increased, and she looked down at her belly, which was hidden by her long skirt, and was speechless.

There are excellent results of fat accumulation in the past few days.

“…… But you also have a good meal, teacher, and besides, there is no way to make the lady happy. ”

It took a long time for Furth to hold back such a sentence, and the high-dimensional lookdown was immediately happy and put down the knife and fork in his hand.

What was placed in front of the high-dimensional overhead was not a cake, but a Yorkshire pudding. At this time, the shape of the dough stick is stuffed with a lot of beef, and there is fat visible to the naked eye.

"Dear Ms. Forthth, 'Advice Against Ears.'" The Hypervisor says:

"Moreover, there will never be a true god who eats fat, right?"

Forth's upper and lower molars collided mechanically twice, and he decided to change the subject.

……

While feeding the white doves in the square, Crane used his ability to manipulate the spirit threads on their bodies.

"With this weakened creature of the spirit, I will be able to complete the initial control of the spirit line in one second, and I will be able to transform them into puppets in less than five seconds."

Crane muttered to himself in his heart, and soon, he transformed all the more than 60 white doves around him into secret puppets, although this number has exceeded the maximum number of secret puppets that the newly promoted "magician" can control, but Crane still feels that his burden on this is far from the limit.

He touched his chin and fed the pigeons.

"Perhaps, after digesting a large part of the 'Sorcerer' potion, the amount I can control will gradually increase. But it's almost the same here, and after controlling so many white doves, there is also a way to switch places with the secret couple. ”

"Also, the fact that the pigeon can fly is a bigger part of the battle for me. And how to say it, the white dove always gives me some 'wandering magician' romance? ”

"Well, the 'Sophist' is very good for sin. Just let this white dove fly into that person's room, and then a swap of positions can make the perfect crime scene......"

Crane felt himself cranky, and he shook his head, a smile on his face.

"No, no, no, it doesn't feel right, does it?" 'Thief', 'apprentice', 'soothsayer', how do these ways feel like sliding doors and picking locks to be proficient? ”

"Well, when I say this, I always feel that the compulsion of this path has fallen, and I always feel that it has evolved into something very strange."

"Ah...... Speaking of which, Miss Justice's party is about to begin, right? Shall I send a secret puppet over and see what they're up to? ”

"A hundred and fifty meters away, uh, it's humiliating not to find the place they agreed upon, but at least they don't know; But if I find out, their impression of Mr. 'World' will become 'voyeurism'......"

"The gains outweigh the losses, the gains outweigh the losses......"

While Klein was thinking, Fluth knocked lightly on the door and stepped into a nondescript house near the third floor of the business district.

The high-dimensional lookdown also corrected the code agreed upon at the tarot meeting, and followed Firth into the room.

Behind them, a door of light slowly dissipated in the alley.

Saying...... Can feeding a horse a witch potion turn into a "*horse lady"?

.（#￥#）.

(End of chapter)