Rubbing his forehead, Klein was about to try splitting another "Spirit Worm" when he suddenly saw
One of the messenger lady's heads held a neatly folded letter in its mouth.
"Who's it from?" Klein asked casually.
Reinette Tinekerr's other three heads answered in turn:
"The Mushroom..." "King's..." "his..." "boss..."
Mushroom King? It took Klein a full two seconds to react—she must mean
And Frank Lee's boss is "Star Admiral"
"'Mushroom King' refers to Frank Lee?" Klein confirmed as he reached out and took the letter.
The four heads with their golden hair, red eyes, and bright features bobbed up and down by their gripped hair, as if nodding.
The messenger lady gives people nicknames? No, Frank isn't only good at mushrooms. His "domain" includes cows, wheat, fish, and the Rose Bishop... Has Frank made a breakthrough in his mushroom experiments, and Miss Messenger saw a ship full of mushrooms? Klein inhaled sharply and quickly unfolded the letter.
He was worried it might be a distress letter from Miss Hermit.
Of course, he wasn't too anxious, because if it really came down to it, the experienced pirate "Star Admiral" would definitely choose to pray to Mr. Fool.
This letter was indeed from Cattleya, the captain of the *Future*. It concisely read:
"...The Queen has confirmed the time and place. Wednesday night, eleven o'clock, the usual spot.
"...I don't know exactly what you said to Frank Lee, but from what I can see, he's been very energized lately. He's been dragging that 'Craftsman' along for all sorts of experiments. He says he can produce a preliminary result in another three to six months, and said that if he could get the Druid potion formula, he might be able to skip all the intermediate steps and directly reach the final result. All I can say is, good luck.
"...Let's hope this is all over before the 'Craftsman' completely breaks down. He's already started repenting of his faith in the 'Primordial Moon'..."
Should I be happy about the progress on the food security problem in the
Phew... Relieved that he had finally arranged a meeting with the "Mystery Queen", he snapped his wrist, making the letter paper burst into crimson flames.
Watching the messenger lady leave, he was about to continue separating his "Spirit
Instinctively, Klein pulled out a tissue and wiped the surface of the desk, then closed the lid of the trash can.
After doing this, he looked at his slightly dirty hands, stood up, entered the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.
As he washed with the water rushing down, the corner of his eye caught sight of the toilet next to him, and his brow gradually furrowed again.
"It's not clean enough today..." Klein muttered to himself, suddenly realizing something was wrong with him.
Thoughts flickering, his powerful spiritual intuition quickly figured out the cause:
This was the aftereffect of using the "
Because he had become a demigod, his spiritual body had undergone a qualitative change and possessed divinity, so the corresponding negative effect had been reduced by over 90%. Originally, it was supposed to be the terrifying weakness of "fear of dirtiness," but in the end, it only gave him the "quirk" of being neat-freak.
Similarly, the duration of the "weakness" had been reduced from six hours to less than one hour, and the usual thirst-causing problem from the "Death Knell" was no longer so obvious.
"That's a relief..." Klein breathed a sigh of relief and skillfully pulled out the toilet brush beside him.
...
At 11 PM that night, above the
"These are all the loot." "The Moon," Emlyn, threw the 3,000 pounds in cash he had just offered up onto the center of the table and explained, "One of the mystical items is called the 'Oath of the Roses.' It's a pair of rings that allows the wearers, within the range of an ordinary city, no matter how far apart they are, to share senses and transmit thoughts. It's very valuable, but this time we only got one ring. Giving it to anyone would be very dangerous, so I handed it over to the upper echelons of our Blood Clan and received a 3,000-pound cash reward."
He originally planned to keep the 3,000 pounds as his own loot, but after thinking it over, he still offered it up to the Gray Fog to be considered as an option.
Pausing, Emlyn began describing the other items, explaining their positive functions and negative effects one by one, and even elaborated and expanded on them—this knowledge came partly from his fondness for Blood Clan history and partly from what Ernest Boyle had confessed under the gaze of Father
He seems to be showing off a bit... Otherwise, given "The Moon"'s personality, he wouldn't say so much in one go... Hmm, maybe it's because Mr. Fool isn't here, so he's more relaxed... "Justice" Audrey watched like an observer without actively choosing her loot.
"The Hanged Man," Alger, glanced at the loot and turned to "The Moon," Emlyn, saying:
"You've met the upper echelons of the Blood Clan? Has the matter of hunting down important members of the Rose School been finalized?"
"It's been preliminarily settled. I've also made contact with that member of the Ascetic faction, but he hopes to postpone the operation until after September." "The Moon," Emlyn didn't hide anything, fully trusting that Mr. Hanged Man would provide a useful opinion.
As expected, "The Hanged Man," Alger, nodded and said:
"It has to be after September?
"That means they are waiting for something that will have a huge impact on them..."