To be honest, although The Hanged Man, Alger, had anticipated that Miss Justice wouldn't haggle and that the price of that mystical item was indeed around the 5,500-pound mark, he still felt intensely uncomfortable about it. It was a disillusioning feeling—like breaking your back to set up a deal, barely managing a huge profit, only to realize it was less than someone else's pocket change.
Mr. World would get 675 pounds, the Craftsman's fee was only 600 pounds, and I'd net 400 pounds... From this transaction, my total take was 1,075 pounds. A pity Mr. World wasn't simple—he had a lot of Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas to sell, was involved in many incidents, and could dig up important information. Not worth starting a conflict with him over a few hundred pounds, or I could have pushed the price of his characteristics below 4,000 pounds... The Hanged Man thought with some regret.
While Mr. Fool was delighted at the prospect of 3,825 pounds coming in, The Sun, Derrick, looked at the lady across from him and said sincerely: "Miss Magician, your Devourer's Stomach is ready."
"Excellent!" Fors sighed in complete relief. "I'll pay 300 pounds in cash to Mr. Hanged Man."
Hearing this, The Hanged Man, Alger, brightened up and promptly asked Mr. Fool, who was seated at the head of the long bronze table, to materialize the potion formula.
A few seconds later, he "wrote" the formula for the Sun Priest on the yellowish‑brown parchment before him: "Sequence 7, Sun Priest. Main ingredients: one red comb of a Dawn Rooster, one fruit of the Radiant Covenant Tree. Supplementary ingredients: 100 ml of Dawn Rooster blood, 10 drops of Sun essence, 8 grams of golden bergamot powder, 5 grams of solidified magma."
Klein hadn't deliberately tried to peek at the formula, but the content—which only he could materialize—still imprinted itself in his mind. As long as he was willing to recall it using the Dream Divination method, he would instantly access that knowledge.
He couldn't help silently remarking: As expected, being the platform is where the real money is!
The Sun, Derrick, eagerly took the parchment and scanned it with a mix of relief and excitement.
Then he materialized a list of monsters from the area around the
The Hanged Man, Alger, took his time examining the list thoroughly, got an accurate picture of the situation around the City of Silver, and selected three materials for which he knew both the buyer and the price.
Once I get them, I should be able to flip them in two days for around 1,000 pounds. Counting Miss Magician's 300 pounds and the previous 1,075, I'll finally have enough for that Dragon-eye Sea Eagle eye... Alger felt tired, turned to Fors, and said: "Miss Magician, we can prepare the transaction for the Dragon-eye Sea Eagle eye."
The Hanged Man currently had only a dozen or so pounds on him—even the advance payment to the Craftsman had been borrowed from his extensive network—but after this series of deals, his cash assets would reach 2,375 pounds, enough to pay the 2,000 pounds for the main material.
Miss Magician, Fors, remembering how she'd been shortchanged by Mr. Hanged Man last week, responded with slight grievance: "Okay."
For her, the eventual profit from this deal depended solely on how much her teacher Dorian
At the end of the exchange segment, Klein, controlling The World, again put out a request for the residual spirituality of an ancient evil spirit and a six‑winged gargoyle's eyes. As for selling the fish‑man swim bladder or having it made into a mystical item, he didn't plan to do that through the
After today's Tarot Club meeting, Miss Justice would have enough materials for the Psychiatrist potion, and Miss Magician would likewise have enough for the Trickmaster potion... Little Sun finally had the formula and could strive for Sequence 7, bringing him one step closer to providing me with a way to cleanse the spiritual pollution from Beyonder characteristics... Mr. Hanged Man was about to get one of the main ingredients for Wind‑blessed, leaving only one obstacle for Sequence 6... Only Emlyn still hadn't made up his mind and found a way, so there was no hope of advancing anytime soon... Mr. Fool, Klein, glanced around and chuckled: "Free exchange."
Justice, Audrey, was about to speak out of habit, but after thinking carefully, she felt there was nothing to share this week.
Apart from attending endless parties and a couple of psychology lessons, the only thing worth mentioning was the trip back to East Chester County, but that was unnecessary... She pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Magician, Fors, in the lazy state of the New Year holiday, her mind blank, guiltily added: "
"Oh?" The Moon, Emlyn, who had been behaving well lately, frowned in confusion.
A vampire stuck in a commute‑work‑sleep routine couldn't understand the agony of all Beyonders' gatherings being suspended.
The Hanged Man nodded, thought for a moment, and said to The Sun: "Don't let your guard down.
Before conducting the sacrificial ritual, make sure the Chief leading the exploration team is not in the City of Silver or is busy with something else."
"Mr. Hanged Man, do you mean the Chief might detect the cycle of fate?" The Sun, Derrick, asked in surprise.
The Hanged Man replied gravely: "That's possible.
But I can't be sure, after all, I don't know enough about your City of Silver."
Having said that, he hid his smile and put on a serious expression.
The Sun, Derrick, said with some frustration: "There are many things I don't know either..."
The Hanged Man, Alger, sighed inwardly, setting aside his disappointment: "In short, only caution and prudence will let you live longer."
"Thank you for the reminder," The Sun said sincerely.
The Hanged Man looked away and smiled: "The sea has been relatively quiet lately."