Klein thought seriously for a while, proposing various guesses, but due to insufficient conditions, he could only temporarily attribute the cause of events to the difference in the flow of time between Earth and this world.
"The gap between my and Roselle's transmigration is less than a year, but here it has been stretched to nearly two hundred years. That is, even if I spend two hundred years finding a way back, I won't miss my parents; at most I'll have been missing for a year..." Klein made a reverse inference, and his mood improved quite a bit. For a moment, he even felt a bit of confidence.
Of course, he himself knew that this reasoning was not rigorous, because there was only one initial condition, and it could not be determined yet.
What if Roselle transmigrated after me? Then it might involve so-called temporal turbulence, and then there's no guarantee of returning to a suitable node... Klein poured cold water on his suddenly swelling emotions.
Roselle's first diary entry was the result of holding it in for a long time, taking up more than two pages. Klein turned to the end and read the remaining two entries:
"February 25th. What a boring world! There aren't even newspapers, and novels are pathetically scarce! I think I need to do some cultural poverty alleviation, but the prerequisite is to get some money and recall the improved papermaking and printing techniques."
"As a transmigrator, I now live off the pocket money from my cheap dad and cheap mom. I can only occasionally see a shiny Fergin or two. What a sad story."
"However, hunting is quite interesting."
"February 28th. This world might be a bit different from what I know."
"Today, while hunting, I got lost in the woods and ended up watching an unimaginable battle."
"Among them, the man who was surrounded had extra eyes on his face, four in total! And they emitted a dark green light! This... this is fucking unscientific! Is he a humanoid monster?"
"Is this actually a fantasy world?"
"The opponent of that monster was even more powerful, summoning a pillar of light burning with golden flames. Hmm, it must have been summoned..."
"Fortunately, they didn't find me. After taking care of the monster, they left with its body."
"I, Huang Tao, am indeed the protagonist. Just a few days after transmigrating, I've discovered the truth of this world!"
"Maybe they can identify what the mysterious symbols and patterns on that silver plate represent... Of course, I won't ask. I will become someone like them and figure it out myself!"
"The reason I say that is also because I've fucking already forgotten what those scribble-like patterns look like exactly. I only vaguely remember the general idea."
Indeed the protagonist? Great Emperor, did you pour all your chuunibyou soul into the diary? Klein couldn't help but tease.
He was very interested in that silver plate, which seemed to be the cause of Roselle's transmigration, and he wanted to know what the symbols and patterns on it looked like.
If they could indeed be interpreted using this world's mystical knowledge, then transmigration might not be a coincidence... Klein put down the diary, tapped the desk with his finger, and removed the shielding measures that "Hanged Man" and "Magician" were enjoying.
"You can trade among yourselves," Klein said, leaning back in his chair and smiling.
"Magician" Fors quietly took a breath and said:
"I want to buy the stomach of a Spirit Eater and 20 milliliters of blood from a deep-sea lancefish, paying in pounds."
I still have 430 pounds; I can afford one item... She silently encouraged herself.
As for where to get the money for the other item, she had no idea for now.
This is one of the main reasons that restricts many Beyonders from advancing... People really shouldn't try to spend beyond their means. If it weren't for completely getting rid of the influence of the Full Moon Whisper, becoming a "Trick Master", and having relatively abundant paranormal means, I wouldn't consider advancement anymore, nor even contact this circle. I'd write books, save money, drink tea, go shopping with Xio, and after she finishes that matter, travel to different places in the Northern and Southern Continents, not afraid of danger or accidents, and enjoy life to the fullest... Fors's thoughts suddenly wandered.
Just as she thought no one would respond, "Hanged Man" Alger said in a low voice:
"I saw the blood of a deep-sea lancefish at the last gathering of great pirates, but unfortunately, you missed it. You should have said earlier. No, I misspoke; you hadn't joined the Tarot Club then."
What's the point of saying that? Showing off your seniority? Fors curled her lip inwardly and asked seriously:
"Mr. 'Hanged Man', please keep an eye out for me. I can accept a price between 300 and 400 pounds."
Alger chuckled:
"The sea is vaster than the land. Pirates might not meet for half a year, and even in the capitals of the archipelagos where they fence their goods, extraordinary materials don't gather.
Only in big cities like Backlund, Trier, Saint-Millon, and Fenepor are many materials accumulated. Judging by your accent, you should be from Backlund or have lived there for many years."
You mean I have to rely on myself? Fors nearly looked up at the lofty ceiling.
At this moment, "Sun" Derrick spoke:
"I know the approximate activity range of a few Spirit Eaters.
But I don't need the pounds you mentioned."
... "Magician" Fors faked a smile:
"Then what do you want?"
The formula for the "Sun Priest" potion... "Justice" Audrey answered in her mind first.
Derrick thought seriously and said:
"The formula for the 'Sun Priest' potion."