Chapter 45: Meeting with the Hanged Man

Leaving the "Church of the Waves", Alger returned to his temporary accommodation in the rain with the wanted warrant in his hand, and after changing out of his clothes soaked with sweat or rain, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"A bishop of the Storm Church died at the hands of the 'queen' of the Tarot Society, is Mr. Fool finally going to attack the Orthodox Church......

He sat at his desk, looking at the wanted notice with the pseudonym "Angelica Thatch" on it, and muttered to himself.

"But isn't she the 'night watchman' of the Night Church? Could it be that Mr. Fool has drawn us members of different faiths into the 'Tarot Society' in order for us to 'help' each other, to do some intelligence work within our respective churches, and to cooperate with other members......"

At this moment, he thought a lot, and even thought about whether to report the matter, or whether to continue to do nothing, so as not to lose his life under the gaze of a fool.

"No, it may be just Miss 'Queen''s own actions, not a mission, but if so, she should not easily kill the bishop of the Orthodox Church, she must know the consequences of such a thing."

A restless Alger got up from his chair and paced to the windowsill, looking out the window at the pouring rain and the waves of the sea.

Suddenly, the gray sky was covered with fog, and a familiar gray fog appeared in front of his eyes, along with a vague figure.

"Mr. Fool, please tell me that Mr. 'The Hanged Man' does need some help, and if he wishes, please meet him at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon at the bar where we last met."

It's the "Queen"!

His eyes widened as he looked at the figure in the void, trying to discern some more useful information from it, but the image was only conveyed by Mr. Fool, not what was actually happening in front of him, until the gray fog cleared and he could not see the female figure behind the fog.

If it had been an hour ago, he would have readily agreed to meet each other and get to know each other with the people of the "Tarot Society", revealing his identity in reality would indeed bring certain risks, but more convenient cooperation would undoubtedly allow both parties to obtain greater benefits.

But now......

The Extraordinary One, who could easily kill at least a Bishop of the Wind, invited me, a fellow Storm Believer, to meet......

A few months after he was promoted to "Navigator", Alger's mouth, who was still seeking the formula of "Wind Favorer", was a little dry, and he did not dare to recite the name of the fool for a while, and replied to this invitation.

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Saturday afternoon, Pelican Street's "Sea and Fire" bar.

Using the extraordinary characteristics of the "Faceling" to adjust the shape of his face, Angel, whose facial features have completely changed except for the light blonde hair, is sitting at the wooden table in the back of the room, drinking fruit wine while looking at the entrance of the bar.

In fact, she was not completely sure that the middle-aged man with dark blue hair she saw yesterday was the "Hanged Man", and said in the invitation that "the bar where we met last time" was nothing more than to test the other party, but she didn't expect the "Hanged Man" to reply to her quickly, promising to meet here, and agreed to have a strong "Tarot Club" style code.

Just as the clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock, the door was pushed open, and a male figure wearing a hood, but with a hint of dark blue at the brim, entered the bar, glanced around, and stood still in confusion.

It wasn't until he repeatedly confirmed the appearance of everyone on the first floor that he walked in Angel's direction, quickened his pace with her nod, and sat down across the table.

"Do you want to try divination? Tarot card divination. ”

He took out a deck of tarot cards from under his cloak and placed them on the table.

This is the code we discussed, it seems that he is indeed the "upside-down hangman", but are you sure you want to play tarot divination in front of me, a master of divination?

Angel remained silent, reached out and took the tarot card with only 22 big cards, first turned over the front and looked at it, then quickly cut the cards, put them back on the table, drew the top three, and turned them over one by one and placed them on the table.

That's the "Hanged Man", "Fool" and "Queen" cards.

"Interpret?"

She whispered, avoiding the attention of the other drinkers around her, although there weren't many guests at this point, and most of them had been drawn away by the drunken argument of a few people on the other side.

"Upright hanged man, you have experienced great sacrifices in the past."

The hooded man chuckled, dotted the "upside-down man" who drew the angel who was hanging upside down with his hands tied behind his back, and without waiting for Angel to react, he continued:

"Reverse fool, you've been acting too impulsively lately."

He placed his finger on the young man "Fool", who was richly dressed, carrying a cane, and leading a puppy, and read the card representing "now".

"The queen of the throne will reap success in the future, but it depends on your response."

Pushing the tarot card depicting a beautiful woman wearing a crown in front of Angel, the man pulled the upside-down hanged man to his side, leaving only the "Fool" card in the middle of the table.

"The first time we officially met, I was the 'upside-down hangman'."

The man removed his hood, revealing his rugged, weathered face and his trademark short dark blue hair, and whispered.

"'Queen.'"

Angel replied briefly, knowing that the other person had already seen her profile, so she didn't introduce herself further.

Moreover, according to the interpretation of Tarot divination just now, the hanged man also showed a certain understanding of her past, such as knowing her "sacrifice" in the Tingen tragedy.

"I'm glad you didn't use that face yesterday, the wanted warrant describing it should have been plastered all over the streets."

Smoothly connected the head, the upside-down hangman put away the tarot cards he had just bought, and said in a somewhat joking tone.

"Thank you for the reminder yesterday."

Angel nodded, acknowledging that he had magical items that could change his appearance.

"It's a small thing, but I have a doubt, did you really kill a bishop of the Storm Church?"

"That's right, but in the presence of several substitutes, the bishop named Miller betrayed the Church, joined the local cult, and even became the leader of the ancient human sacrifice, and in order to avoid a greater disaster, I killed him in the ceremony. The biggest reason you want me is probably because of the extraordinary properties of the Wind Favorer. ”

After saying it in one breath, Angel took a sip of fruit wine and looked at the inverted hanged man who was deep in thought, and made no secret that he knew the identity of the other party's storm believer.

"Human Sacrifice...... Bishop Miller...... Is there something wrong with Bansey Port? ”

The other party reacted quickly and quickly located the location of the incident.

"Four days ago in Bansey Harbor, fog, wind, and countless headless living corpses and monsters with only heads left, but now the matter should be settled, don't you know within the church?"

I don't have any news at this level...... Alger was a little embarrassed, but didn't show it, but pondered for a moment and nodded, as if his news channel had been verified from another angle.

"I see, thank you for the message, this has answered some of my doubts, and I need to pay for this information......"

He carefully hid his ignorance until he spoke of the price he would pay, when he remembered that it was not in the Tarot Guild above the Grey Mist, but in the bar of Byam.

"I do need some information, such as the gathering of extraordinaries taking place around here, the location of the underground market, and...... What are the more valuable pirates in Byam? ”

Angel immediately picked up the conversation and asked very quickly.

Alger breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it was not an intractable request, but then he was shocked by the audacity of the other party.

"At sea, don't talk about other people's bounties like this, some people think bounties are an honor, but more people will think you're provoking."

He first whispered, fearing that the Fool's followers would make a mess of Byam by hunting pirates in addition to "official duty" to make extra money, and then proceeded to introduce the nearby Extraordinaire gathering.

Angel carefully remembered the times and places of several gatherings, and it was not until the hanged man talked about the pirate strongholds that Baiam had traces of that he began to get seriously and sat up straight.

"With the Church of the Storm and the Punisher under control, as well as the demigods stationed, most of the pirates on the list won't enter Byam in the open, but the Seven Pirate Generals all have their own points of contact in the city, and I do know a few."

I also know one, the contact point of the "Vice Admiral of the Iceberg", or her fourth boatswain who "tore" me there...... Angel thought and nodded:

"You say."

"It is rumored that old Quinny, who often wanders at the 'Fragrant Leaves Bar', serves as a 'blood admiral,' and although he himself is worthless, he always receives SeΓ±or's people, and they are all very valuable......"

"Β£42,000 'blood general'?"

Angel interrupted the hanged man and asked, as if he were commenting on a clearly priced item.

Lunatic...... But she did have the strength, and I remember Beckland's Aurora Divine Messenger, and one of the "shepherds" died at her hands...... Alger pursed his lips and nodded in reply:

"It's him.

"Also, the owner of the Fragrant Leaf Bar, 'Julius' Ozil, is a pirate who washes his hands of money, but he seems to be in contact with several pirate generals, helping them do some dirty work, and giving adventurers missions in Byam, if you want to guard the pirates who have come ashore, you can try to start with him.

"He also runs a party of extraordinary people, which is held every Sunday night."

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Noting this information, Angel breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the hanged man:

"Thanks to your information, you are still as knowledgeable and helpful as you are there."

Even in a deserted corner of the bar, she still avoids mentioning words such as "tarot club".

Helpful? I?

Alger wanted to laugh a little, but recalled the changes he had made after joining the Tarot Club, and was surprised that he had indeed helped many people "for free" in the past few months, and suddenly couldn't laugh.

After agreeing with him to help claim the bounty and share the percentage to the hangman, Angel left the "Sea and Fire" bar first, while Alger left the back door ten minutes later, as if he had just had a drink at the bar, and headed home with the smell of alcohol.

As for the contact between the two, after confirming each other's identities, Mr. Fool can convey it on his behalf, which is more discreet and safe than communication drugs that are easy to reveal their identities or meet regularly.

"While the 'Empress' is in Baiam, I may be able to use her power to accomplish things that were not convenient for me before, and ...... Help her get a bounty, can she share 20% of me? Hey, I know a lot of guys who have sneaked ashore for the 'Red Theater' and the good food and drink, it's time to get the money out of their heads......"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the upside-down hangman thought silently.

"In this way, I still have a lot left after my deposit solves the formula of the Wind Dependent, alas, the Wind Dependent is only Sequence 6, and the 'Queen' may have killed more than one of them even Sequence 5...... Aside from the mysterious 'world', I'm afraid she is already the strongest member of the Tarot Society...... I don't know what the sequence of Mr. 'World' is, where is it now, and what is he doing? ”

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"Two servings of the 'grilled comb fish' that are the specialty of this place, and two glasses of Sunia blood wine."

Smelling the aroma wafting from the next table, Crane sniffed and said to the waiter who was waiting for his order.

(End of chapter)