After "The World" and "The Sun" finished their private conversation, the
"The Magician" Fors sat quietly on the sidelines, gradually gaining inspiration. She wanted to write a novel about a Pirate King, about how he captured a female passenger and had a story of interwoven love and hatred with her, a story where fantasy and reality coexisted.
"The Sun" Derrick could only rely on the paintings collected in the
In the end, Klein, whose spirituality was gradually being exhausted, announced the end of this Tarot Club gathering and quickly returned to the real world to take a nap.
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At 7:30 PM, in the Queen's District, inside a house that seemed to belong to a certain noble.
Fors put on her hooded robe and, after many days, once again participated in the gathering organized by
She sat quietly in the corner, pretending to casually scan the room, and found that Mr. A, who sat alone on the single sofa, seemed somewhat different from before.
This wasn't a change in appearance or temperament, because his face was completely hidden in the shadow of his hood, and Fors couldn't see it clearly.
The difference she felt was almost purely an intuitive feeling: Mr. A was no longer as leisurely and indifferent as before, always looking down on everyone with a condescending attitude. Now, he seemed very suppressed, struggling to control something, and the sense of danger he gave off had skyrocketed.
In the past, Mr. A was a great mountain. Now, he was more like a venomous snake that had risen up, its forked tongue flicking out... Fors, the bestselling novelist, suddenly felt relieved that she hadn't brought Xio along, both to hide the matters of the Tarot Club and to prevent Xio from knowing that she was seeking items from the Sun domain.
That way, even if something unexpected really happened, her escape would be much simpler... Fors twisted the bracelet that had only two stones left on it.
She didn't rush to write her needs on a slip of paper and give it to the waiter. Instead, she patiently observed for a while first.
This wasn't because she was naturally cautious, but because the lessons from the past had left a very deep impression on her. The fact that only two stones were left on her bracelet was the proof.
After waiting for over ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote in a deliberately distorted handwriting: "Seeking to purchase a mystical item or a powerful Beyonders weapon from the Sun domain."
After handing the note to the waiter, Fors scanned the room again, but couldn't find the believer of the "
Deals fermented and brewed as the waiters came and went. The entire hall was quiet and orderly.
After the discussion and exchange segment in the middle, Fors's request was added to the two blackboards at the front.
Not long after, she received a reply brought by the waiter.
A small piece of white paper was covered in densely packed words: "Mystical item, the 'Ring of Light' ring. It allows the wearer to become a messenger of light, a servant of the sun, immune to many diseases, and to master divine power. The wearer can summon dazzling beams of light, use numerous Sun domain spells, and purify undead within a fifty-meter range. It is the bane of such creatures."
"Through this ring, what the wearer approves of will be enhanced, and what they do not approve of will be weakened."
"Its only problem is that if the wearer uses it frequently, they will gradually become a believer of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun,' slowly following the doctrine from the bottom of their heart and praising the sun."
"If you wish to obtain it, please pay 9000 pounds in cash at once. I can wait for you to gather it."
9000 pounds? Fors's mouth dropped open. She felt as if she were being robbed.
This was a fortune so huge she couldn't even borrow it from anyone!
Except for the down payment from the assassination of the Intis ambassador, all the money she had ever seen in her life up to this point combined didn't reach this amount!
A person who owned 9000 pounds in cash was definitely considered wealthy, even in
Although I know mystical items are very expensive, I never imagined they could be this expensive... Does he want to get 9000 pounds so he can stop participating in Beyonders gatherings, quit this circle, and enjoy life in peace? Fors quietly took a breath and didn't dare respond to him for a while.
She listened in for nearly ten minutes, pretending nothing had happened, but received no other responses. She didn't receive any leads on a much cheaper Beyonders weapon, so she had to get up and head to the washroom.
After confirming that no one was around, she closed the toilet door, sat on the toilet, and recited the honorable name of Mr. "The Fool." She told him what had just happened in the form of a prayer and asked Him to relay it to "The World."
Above the boundless grayish-white fog, Klein, who heard the faint, overlapping voice, quickly entered and gained a preliminary understanding of the situation.
9000 pounds? He silently repeated the number, his expression slightly twisting.
After silently calculating the money he could raise in the short term, he let out a breath, manifested the dummy "The World," and manipulated him to give a response: "...The negative effect of this mystical item is too severe. I do not wish to become a believer of the Sun."
"You don't need to worry about this matter anymore. We'll switch to a cash transaction."
"Pay 450 pounds, and the 'Trickmaster' formula will be yours."
As soon as the words were spoken, the connection was severed. Klein watched "The World" disappear, raised his hand to rub his forehead, and said to himself: "Next, it depends on what clues that 'Barbarian' lady can gather regarding the items..."