It's no wonder that Mr. "Sun" can't trade in currencies such as gold pounds, no wonder there are many monsters hovering around his "Silver City" that I have only seen in books, and no wonder he has become one of the members of the "Hermit" before he even has been promoted to Sequence 7...... and all kinds of thoughts keep popping up in the "hermit's head".

If he came from the secluded "Godforsaken Land", then everything would have been explained, and Mr. "Fool" had the ability to connect there...... No, perhaps it was there that He awoke, so he knew "the final answer to everything", even including the diary of Russell the Great.

Even if you don't count these precious materials of "Silver City", just the information that some of the creatures on that monster list are still alive can be exchanged in the hands of some people to make up for the benefits of this transaction......

Suppressing her excitement, she looked at the "sun" and said:

"I'm willing to trade a Radiant Pact Tree fruit for this information, but how should we trade?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, she turned her head to look at the "fool" and asked respectfully:

"Is it the use of 'sacrifice' and 'giving'?"

Justice, who was about to help others, opened his mouth and closed it gently.

Oh, I'm even more sure she's the pirate general...... The upside-down hangman who was watching coldly laughed secretly, lowered his head to hide his expression when the other party looked puzzled, but accidentally saw the Storm Priest robe on his body, and his face froze with a smile.

Could she have found out who I am? No, the blue-haired "sailor" path is not uncommon, many adventurers and even pirates at sea believe in the god of storms, and she can't lock me down with this information alone...... Alger regretted a little, he had known that there would be a new member today, or that the new member who was also at sea and whose role was even much bigger than him came to the Tarot Society, and he would not wear a priest's robe to the meeting at the risk of being reported by his subordinates.

While Mr. Fool doesn't care about these rituals, the Church of the Storm is different......

No matter what, go to sea the day after tomorrow, go out to avoid it first, and after leaving Baiam, you don't have to worry about being caught in the middle...... He made up his mind, and felt a lot more relaxed inside.

But after watching the "Hermit" lady actively complete several transactions, selling the eyeballs of the "world" six-winged gargoyle and the sap of the "queen" blood mist tree, Alger felt that his position was a little precarious.

Normally, he was the one who provided much-needed materials to the crowd, and he gained a sense of accomplishment that he could not get in the church. But now, the entry of a pirate general has put him in danger of being marginalized, and there is nothing he can do to stop it, because the other party's potion sequence, connections, and resources are stronger than his own, and his only advantage is probably within the Storm Church, with information sources that others can't explore.

Silently adjusting the direction of his future efforts, he secretly looked at the "hermit", and found that the other party happened to look over, with a hint of exploration in his purple eyes, which made him immediately straighten his waist and retract his gaze to look away.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you heard about the recent appearance of the 'Sea Gods' Kavituwa in the Rorsted Islands?"

After reconfirming that the hanged man knew him, the "hermit" asked.

She just casually found a topic that has recently become popular in the entire pirate circle, to hide her gaze just now, and by the way, to find out if the other members' own news channels are well-informed.

If the other members don't know anything about it, it means that they are either far away from the sea, or the circle level is not high, and they have a greater advantage of trading in the future......

In addition, a member of the Morse Ascetic Society, who she belonged to recently, had recently disappeared in the Poseidon incident and was likely dead, and she wanted to take the opportunity to learn more.

With that, she waited for the other people's answers, but she didn't expect the others to look at Mr. Fool quietly, without saying a word, especially the hanged man who she suspected of being a follower of the storm, and his body language showed a kind of emotion between ease and smugness, which made her quite confused.

"Kavituva, who died at the hands of the 'Sea King' of the Church of the Storm two weeks ago."

After a moment, the kind Miss Justice reminded softly.

"'Poseidon' was killed by 'Aquaman'?"

The "hermit" subconsciously asked, although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't fully show it.

She knew that the "Sea King" of the Church of the Storm, Ion Courtman, this is the nightmare of every sea adventurer and pirate, he is the Sage of Sequence 3, but he can exert the combat power close to Sequence 2, that is, the angel on the ocean, even Naster, the king of the five seas, will not try to provoke him if he is not fully prepared.

"No, it was Kavituwa who died, and the 'sea god' is still responding to his devout followers and even beginning to perform miracles."

A smile appeared on the corner of the hangman's mouth, and he realized the pleasure of poor information.

The "Hermit" only joined the Tarot Club a week late, and he missed such important news!

Is there a difference between these two names...... "Hermit" frowned and pondered, as a member of the secret organization "Morse Ascetic", she was able to get a glimpse of the secret behind the primitive belief of "Sea God", and knew that the other party was at most a transcendent creature in Sequence 3, and it was not strange that he died at the hands of "Aquaman", but why could she continue to respond to the believers......

Wait, they all looked at Mr. Fool...... And I was saved yesterday by Mr. Fool when he was on the verge of losing control due to the influence of secret knowledge, and at that time he had a scepter that smelled of storm and sea at his hand......

She immediately connected all the suspicions and came to a conclusion that she couldn't believe, her eyes widened, and she quietly looked in the direction of the fool.

The "Fool" is now responding to the believers on behalf of the dead "Poseidon"?

Was Kavituwa's death His plan?

What is the purpose of He receiving the faith of believers and performing miracles on behalf of the "god of the sea"?

One new question after another popped up, which made the brain of the "hermit" begin to overload, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and I felt that Mr. "Fool" behind the gray fog was unfathomable.

It wasn't until the other party tapped on the table and announced the end of this tarot meeting that she woke up in a crimson light and found that she had returned to the real world, to her captain's room.

The chaotic information in front of her instantly reached her eyes, and she was told not to go near her room, the sailors who were cleaning the deck in the distance, the sea creatures below the waters around the Future, and the illusory things swimming around......

Hurriedly grabbed the glasses on the table, put this magical item on the bridge of his nose, and cut off all the turmoil and uneasiness in his sight, the "hermit", who is also the captain of the "Future", the leader of the "Star Pirate Regiment", one of the seven pirate generals, and the "Star General" Gardelia breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the broken planetarium on the table.

"Mr. Fool, Godforsaken Lands, and the diary of Russell the Great......"

Muttering, she recalled everything she had heard and seen at the Tarot meeting in her mind, silently looking at the desk in front of her, as if there was an unsolved puzzle on it.

After a while, she took the pen and paper, pondered it, and wrote down a paragraph:

"Recently, some people have been deliberately collecting 'The Emperor's Diary'."

She put the last few words to pen emphasis, underlined them.

Mister Fool is not allowed to reveal his name, and Gardelia does not dare to divulge any information about the Tarot Society, but the act of "collecting the diary" should be a public act by all members, and she believes that they will get enough information from this act.

Fold the letter, she blew a harmonica made of gold, and a moment later, the envelope in front of her disappeared eerily.

Will she come to see me because of this?

Looking at the harmonica in his hand, the "star general" thought in a daze, then smiled bitterly and put it away.

"I must be crazy, heh, it's too stressful to attend a party held by a god......"

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"Attending a party convened by a deity, the pressure on the wallet is too great......"

Looking at the three-masted galleon docked at the pier, Angel touched her shriveled purse, and wanted to cry a little.

At the Tarot meeting the day before yesterday, she spent a full 1,000 pounds to buy 10 drops of precious blood mist tree sap from the new member "Hermit", and after the meeting, she took Elaine in disguise to meet with Alger the "Hanged Man" and his "supplier", and ordered a three-masted galleon that would need to be manned by a full forty men, not including the combatants who would operate the 16 guns, and the sailors in rotation.

Of course, now that the sailors and artillery are gone, Elaine is recruiting people with the help of Dominic, an intelligence dealer whom Angel knows, to get the £2,000 sailboat out of the rebel-controlled private port, I am afraid it will be a month away.

It's all my money...... Angel reluctantly looked away from the sailboat named the Redhead and looked at another pier with a deeper draft, where a larger, but significantly inferior three-masted schooner, docked, with a handful of sailors busy carrying fresh water and food from the dock to the deck, and rolling up the sails in the momentum of the imminent departure.

"What, I feel sorry for your money?"

A low chuckle came from beside her, and Klein, who was wearing a top hat and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, leaned in.

"That's a full 2,000 pounds!"

Angel replied angrily, then thought of something, and the smile reappeared.

The £3,800 Audrey owes her will be repaid this week, which will bring her savings back above £8,000, and although £3,200 of them will soon belong to Mr. "The World", it does not prevent her from counting the money on her account for the time being.

Thinking of the glittering gold pound in Audrey's hand, her eyes narrowed happily again.

"Then why are you helping Elaine? Wouldn't it be better for her to obediently return to Intis? You should know that there is a high probability that this money will be lost. ”

Lifting the suitcase, Klein followed Angel towards the old sailboat, unceremoniously assessing her impulsive investment.

Maybe she just wanted to make Tracy, the "Lieutenant General of the Disease", uncomfortable and painful, maybe Elaine's renewed passion infected her, and ......

"You're so dismissive of her? Maybe she'll become a legend at sea. ”

Instead of answering Klein squarely, she looked at the three-masted galleon they were going to ride on today, and on the lookout at the bow stood a figure who was not very strong, but had a strong waist, his dark blue hair dancing in the sea breeze, and his deep gaze looked this way.

(End of chapter)