Mr. World even managed to obtain the potion formula and main ingredients for the Ocean Singer. How impressive! The Sun, Derrick, looked up from the parchment in his hand, turning his gaze towards the gentleman at the lowest end of the bronze long table.
In his mind, Mr. World's power had just jumped another level, already comparable to the weaker members of the Council of Six!
Fors the Magician had a similar gasp of amazement, and she felt it even more keenly.
She remembered when she had first joined the Tarot Club, her immediate impression of Mr. World was gloomy and reserved; besides that, there wasn't much else to him. In the meetings that followed, he gradually showed experience, a broad range of knowledge, and what seemed like decent abilities. He clearly looked like a veteran Beyonder who had been through a lot, ranking just below Mr. Hanged Man in the Tarot Club.
This image was about to solidify in Fors' mind, but in the last few months, Miss Magician found that Mr. World had shattered her perception time and again.
First, he managed to find out some fairly important information. Then, after a very short interval, he sold quite a few Beyonder characteristics, involuntarily making people suspect he was an active Beyonder killer in the mysterious world. It sparked genuine fear, but also a certain joy, because it meant that hiring Mr. World for certain commissions had a very high success rate.
When the new member, The Hermit, appeared, Fors the Magician thought Mr. World's brilliance would be completely overshadowed by that powerful lady. But who would have guessed? He silently stole the spotlight again, making it so everyone found it hard to look him in the eye.
Managing to obtain the Ocean Singer potion formula, its corresponding main ingredients, and the Notary potion formula all within a week—it felt like something no human should be able to do!
Truly impressive. I admire this type of person who seems quiet and ordinary but is actually very capable. Ah, when will I become a Viscount? The reward the winner gets after this hunting competition should be a gift sufficient to give a vampire a fundamental upgrade…
The Moon, Emlyn White, quickly turned his thoughts back to his own matters.
Justice, Audrey, sighed in admiration, but at the same time grew more puzzled about one thing from before:
Why had such an impressive Mr. World never collected Emperor Roselle's diaries? Hmm, he wasn't like Ms. Hermit, who had only recently joined the Tarot Club and still needed observation… He wasn't without needs, so why wouldn't he collect Emperor Roselle's diaries to exchange with Mr. Fool for corresponding items? Then why didn't he collect them?
Could he have submitted them privately? But why would he do it in private?
Vaguely, Audrey felt that there was some connection between Mr. World and Mr. Fool, but she couldn't be sure, since there were still plenty of other possibilities.
At that moment, The Hanged Man, Alger, was silent for a few seconds before turning to look at the head of the bronze table and speak.
"Honored Mr. Fool, I request a private exchange with The World."
Here it comes… Klein nodded with some anticipation, then directly blocked the senses of the others.
Alger waited for two seconds, then turned back to look at The World, Gehrman Sparrow.
"I'll trade the coordinates of a pristine island unknown to anyone else."
"Not only does it have many Beyonder creatures that are extinct on the Northern and Southern Continents, but it also hides ancient ruins of an unknown age."
"Back then, sigh, I discovered it with Zerlings. At the time, we didn't have the ability to explore it deeply. However, he did find some traces and suspected the ruins contained something very precious and very important. He thought its value was no less than one of the cards Emperor Roselle created."
"My strength is no match for Zerlings', and I didn't go as deep as he did. I can't know what he actually saw. I can only guess the situation from some of his careless remarks."
…Mr. Hanged Man's words had a lot of information. It seemed he knew Hurricane Admiral Zerlings a long time ago, that they went exploring together, and discovered a pristine island and ancient ruins. He was also the one who wanted to take care of the pirate general when he left the sea… Mr. Hanged Man wasn't just a simple member of the Church of the Lord of Storms. His past seemed very complicated, holding many secrets… Hmm, the value of a pristine island was indeed considerable. For a secret organization, this was the foundation for supporting the growth of its members… Klein manipulated The World to put on a contemplative posture, trying to get more information from The Hanged Man.
Seeing that The World hadn't refused but also hadn't agreed, The Hanged Man, who had calmed down, spoke coolly.
"There are traces of a demigod-level Beyonder creature on it. This should be of considerable value to you."
"This, I can swear by Mr. Fool, guaranteeing that I am not lying."
Once I get the Faceless potion formula, I'll have to consider the corresponding main ingredients. At the demigod level, money can do much less. Bartering is the most likely way to get what I want… The location of a demigod-level Beyonder creature is important, and those ruins are also somewhat interesting… The World stopped hesitating, gave a low laugh, and said,
"Deal."
The Hanged Man Alger didn't immediately demand the Ocean Singer's potion formula. Instead, he said,
"I have one condition. I want to be your companion on your first exploration of that pristine island. With Mr. Fool watching over everything, I don't think you need to worry about me having any ill intentions."
Klein thought it over, then had The World nod.
"No problem. When I go to dangerous places, I'll need some companions. I hope you have enough ability to keep up."
Alger wasn't angered by his tone and let out a sigh of relief.
"So, I hope your first exploration can happen after I successfully advance. Of course, if I lose control because of the potion, this agreement will be void."
"Fine," The World replied indifferently.
The Hanged Man Alger didn't waste any more words. After obtaining Mr. Fool's agreement, he materialized a parchment containing the details of that pristine island.
Right on the edge of the Rorstead Sea… Its total area is quite large, equivalent to a Blue Mountain Island… Klein took the paper, quickly scanned it, and got a general idea of where the pristine island was located.
He soon looked up.
"I'll give you the potion formula and main ingredients together after the gathering ends."
"Good." Alger, who had made his choice, no longer had any hesitation. Hearing this, his heart surged with excitement, but he remained calm on the surface.
The private exchange between the two ended there. The Hermit, Cattleya, withdrew her gaze from The World, turned her head to Fors the Magician, and