Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
When the deep red glow before her eyes faded, Fors once again saw her familiar desk and the open notebook for recording inspiration. Although such an experience no longer held any novelty for her, it still filled her with awe from the bottom of her heart. This was a power that did not belong to humans, not even to a demigod!
"I can get the Spirit Eater's stomach in two days, and my 'Apprentice' potion has been digested... Finally, I'm going to become a 'Juggler'. I wonder what kind of supernatural abilities I'll gain... Having advanced on my own, my teacher will definitely value me more. Afterward, besides potion formulas, he'll probably provide some mystical materials too... I can't wait. I don't even know the names of the corresponding Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 yet. I just know that Sequence 7 is 'Astrologer'. Once I become a 'Juggler', I'll write to my teacher immediately..." Fors felt she was another step closer to breaking the Full Moon Curse.
Just then, she heard a series of hurried footsteps receding into the distance, finally ending with the "bang" of the door.
"Xio is out again. She's so busy," Fors sighed silently. "If it weren't for the 400 pounds she owes Viscount Glaint, we would be vacationing in Desi Bay right now."
After a long period of hard work, thanks to her increased strength making some previously impossible commissions easy, and the occasional small but well-paying tasks from the golden-masked man, Xio had increased her savings from 110 pounds to 320 pounds, leaving only 80 pounds to clear her debt.
Actually, I could loan her the 80 pounds, but unfortunately, despite her short stature, she has a very strong sense of pride... Fors withdrew her thoughts and considered the matter Mr. World had entrusted to her.
As a doctor and a writer, she didn't know much about radios or even the mechanical field. She hadn't paid attention to related content in the newspapers and had no idea where to buy the receiving telegraph he wanted.
"Department store? They don't seem to have them... Ah, right, Aviller writes science fiction novels. He should know a lot about this." Fors quickly found someone to consult.
But immediately, she faced a new dilemma: should she visit him directly or write to inquire? Glancing at the cozy armchair covered in a thick, soft blanket, smelling the blend of coffee and tobacco filling the room, and feeling the slow, creeping warmth, Fors's motivation to go out began to crumble.
"I'm not familiar with him, so I shouldn't just barge in for a visit." She muttered as she sat down and spread out a sheet of letter paper.
City of Silver, Berg residence.
Derrick opened his eyes, waking from his pretended sleep. Originally, he planned to hold the sacrificial ritual right now to send out the Spirit Eater's stomach, but Mr. Hanged Man's words had reminded him to be more cautious and observe a bit longer.
... First, gather all the materials Mr. Hanged Man wants and complete the sacrifice in one go... Derrick was silent for a few seconds, then fastened his "Hurricane Axe" and headed straight for the spire.
He first checked the item records at the merit exchange point but didn't rush to trade, planning to head to the underground trading market after the lightning in the sky subsided to take another look.
Derrick went up to the third floor and headed straight for the mythology, legends, and ancient texts section of the library, searching hungrily for valuable knowledge he hadn't yet learned. Suddenly, he saw a book with a hard, yellowed cover: Hand-copied Collection of the Giant King's Court Blackrock Book.
A record directly handed down from the Giant King's Court? I wonder if there's anything related to the "King of Angels"... Derrick reached out and pulled out the book, discovering it was bound with sheets of brown monster vellum.
At this moment, on the upper floor of the library, Colin Iliad, wearing a linen shirt and a brown coat, stood silently looking down. His unkempt white hair was gently stirred by the wind blowing in through the window. His light blue eyes were deep and reserved.
Monday, January 12th, 5:40 PM. The sky was dim, the clouds rolled like a scroll, and the deep blue waves rose and fell, undulating. The "White Agate" rose and fell in this scene of the impending storm, like a toy in the palm of a giant.
"This is the sea. No matter how powerful a force is, it seems insignificant before it." Danitz stood by the window, admiring the scene outside. "Luckily, we're almost at the 'Generous City'."
After leaving Bansir Harbor, the "White Agate" had been sailing quite smoothly. With the help of the wind, its speed had stabilized at 15 knots. Therefore, it arrived at Tiana Harbor only slightly later than scheduled and will complete the entire journey half a day earlier than normal. In other words, the "White Agate," originally scheduled to arrive at the "Generous City" on the morning of the 13th, would dock in the evening of the 12th.
Hearing Danitz's exclamation, Klein merely raised his head to glance at him before looking away, returning to his contemplation. The more he played the role of "Gehrman Sparrow," the more he had to forcefully act in accordance with his persona at certain moments, the more profoundly he recognized what kind of person he truly was. When facing different situations, the choices he truly wanted to make were different from "Gehrman Sparrow's." For example, his normal self would have responded to Danitz and chatted about the weather at sea and the disasters brought by terrifying storms, but Gehrman Sparrow would not; he would inevitably treat it coldly, introverted and silent.
"The greater the contrast, the more I can recognize myself," Klein sighed sincerely in his heart.