After a brief moment of shock, Emlyn couldn't help but look left and right, suspecting that The World was lurking nearby, one of the few believers.
You see, he had never mentioned the Mind Demon Candle in the
At that moment, everyone Emlyn saw seemed like The World—whether it was the obese middle-aged man, the old woman wrapped in a dull headscarf, or the pretty fashionable lady—they all shared some common trait with The World in his eyes.
No, I have to ask clearly. He knows so much about what's around me... Some things I haven't even mentioned before Mr. Fool... Emlyn was truly a bit frightened. He stood up, walked into the back clergy lounge, and in the quiet, empty space, responded:
"Respected Mr. Fool, I wish to speak directly with The World."
In less than ten seconds, a tide of deep red light surged before Emlyn's eyes and enveloped him.
Then he found himself back above the
And at the lowest end of the mottled long table, the blurry figure of The World was already waiting.
Compared to the past, Emlyn had improved a lot. He didn't rush to speak with The World; first, he bowed to Mr. Fool, who sat loftily at the head watching leisurely, then looked at his target and said:
"How do you know I can get the Mind Demon Candle?"
Controlled by Klein, The World laughed hoarsely:
"We may have met before."
He didn't say much, just pointed out the key. Whether the other party could guess the actual situation was their own problem.
Of course, Klein believed Emlyn couldn't yet associate him with Sherlock Moriarty, as there were too few clues.
Emlyn's brows furrowed little by little, suspecting one person after another, but unable to determine who The World really was.
"Trust me, I bear no ill will towards the members of the Tarot Club." Seeing Emlyn silent for a long time, The World added.
Hah, one day, I'll find you out! Emlyn muttered silently, then turned to ask:
"What do you need the Mind Demon Candle for? I must have a sufficient reason to lend this magical item."
Klein restrained his right hand that wanted to rub his temple, and made The World pause for a moment before saying:
"To treat my mental problems."
Treat... mental problems... Emlyn couldn't help but shrink back, then straightened his back again.
Looking at The World again, his expression clearly said: "There's no doubt he's a dangerous madman."
"...The Mind Demon candle does have that effect." Emlyn thought for a moment, "I can only lend it for half a day. No problem, right?"
"Okay." Klein, enduring the threats and pleas of the voices in his head, had The World reply.
If the Mind Demon Candle was effective, Klein could solve his problem in a quarter of an hour. If it wasn't, holding it for days or months would be the same. So the rental time wasn't key; he didn't care about that requirement at all.
Emlyn calculated for two seconds and said:
"The rent is 300 pounds, plus recording five pages of Beyonder powers in Lehman's Travel Notes."
He was shifting half of the burden he had to bear