After listening to the Hanged Man's account, Klein inevitably thought again of the Red Angel
However, he did not share the findings from this exploration; first, there was no need for the time being, and second, it involved Miss
As for the other members, they had already learned of the destruction of Banshee Port the last time, and since the Hanged Man had not revealed any new information, they naturally had no intention of responding.
Seeing that no one spoke, Alger glanced at the World, looked away, and said calmly: "Your turn."
The Hermit
Fors, who had not intended to reveal her question, suddenly hesitated when she heard the latter half of the sentence, wavering.
Remuneration... I wonder how much the Hermit lady can give me... I don't know much about Mr. Door myself... and part of it comes from Mr. Fool's words... The Magician Fors looked again to the head of the long bronze table and said: "Esteemed Mr. Fool, may I speak?"
Since he saw her every full moon, Klein knew that Miss Magician's financial situation was not very good, so he smiled and nodded: "You may."
Fors silently breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the Hermit Cattleya: "Five hundred pounds, you can request a private conversation."
Cattleya did not haggle, thought for a moment, and said: "No need, just say it directly."
She hoped that hearing Miss Magician's account, the other members might recall more things related to Mr. Door.
Fors nodded and chose her words carefully: "I once obtained a magical item that could help one traverse the Spirit World, but after using it, every full moon or blood moon, I would hear strange babbling, which brought pain that almost caused me to lose control."
"And according to Mr. Fool, this babbling comes from Mr. Door."
She paused for a second and added: "He might be asking for help."
So Fors had been silently enduring such suffering... She never showed it at all, always looking as if she enjoyed life... Justice Audrey instinctively sympathized with her friend, while reproaching herself for not effectively using her Spectator ability to detect that something was wrong with Fors.
A magical item for Spirit World travel... babbling during the full moon... suspected to be asking for help... The Hermit Cattleya repeated the key points of Miss Magician's words in her mind and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your description."
Her gaze swept over the other members, and she was disappointed to find no additional reaction.
The free exchange continued without incident and came to an end.
After seeing off the members and helping them complete the substantive operations of several transactions, Klein returned to the real world, sat down in the armchair with some relief, and rested for a while.
Then he walked to the desk, took out paper and pen, and wrote a letter to Sharon, informing her that the lucky necklace had been sold, leaving only the "Biotoxin Bottle," and also the Beyonder characteristic of the "Madman."
After folding the letter and writing "Mrs. Maria," 126 Garde Street, Hillston District, and other details, Klein opened the iron cigarette case again and made the "Blood Admiral" Seniel silently appear beside him.
This "Wraith" meekly took the letter from the table like a personal butler and vanished from the room.
A letter materialized at a mailbox a few blocks away and fell inside.
*** Inside the Hall family castle in East Chester County.
Audrey stared into the mirror with unfocused green eyes, her mind filled with the contents of the Secret Book.
These pieces of knowledge interwove into an illusory book, which could be brought to mind and flipped to the corresponding pages with a thought.
This was the result of Klein directly mobilizing a small amount of power from the mysterious space above the
And this was enough for Audrey to read the Secret Book; afterward, if there were parts she couldn't remember clearly, she could continue to request granting.
"Mr. Fool's condition seems to be getting better and better..." Audrey thought joyfully, her eyes gradually regaining their luster.
She stood up, walked to the door, and smiled at the big golden dog lying lazily outside:
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Susie glanced warily left and right, sniffed, and then spoke: "This is the most standard posture during hound training."