Frankly speaking, although Alger had predicted that Miss Justice wouldn’t bargain, and the fact that the mystical item was indeed worth about 5,500 pounds, he still felt a strong sense of discomfort over such actions. It felt like after all the hard work he had put in to make a killing, the money he earned wasn’t even more than her pocket money.
As The Fool rejoiced at the prospect of receiving 3,825 pounds, Derrick looked at the lady across him and earnestly said, “Miss Magician, your Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch is ready.”
“Excellent!” Fors heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll pay 300 pounds in cash to Mr. Hanged Man.”
Upon hearing this, Alger’s spirit was also lifted. He hurriedly requested The Fool sitting at the end of the long bronze table for permission to conjure the potion formula.
A few seconds later, he wrote the Solar High Priest formula onto the yellowish-brown goatskin parchment in front of him.
“Sequence 7. Solar High Priest. Main ingredients: one comb of a Dawn Rooster, one fruit of a Radiance Spirit Pact Tree. Supplementary ingredients: 100 ml of a Dawn Rooster, 10 drops of Sun essential oil, 8 grams of fingered citron powder, and 5 grams of solidified lava.”
Although Klein didn’t deliberately pry into this potion formula, the content which was conjured thanks to him was still reflected in his mind. As long as he was willing to use dream divination to recall, he would immediately get the corresponding knowledge.
Derrick received the piece of parchment expectantly, glancing at it with relief and excitement.
Then, he conjured the list of monsters which were found in the area surrounding the City of Silver, letting The Hanged Man pick out the Beyonder ingredients that would be used to level the difference in prices.
Alger calmly and carefully checked the list, gaining a precise understanding of the situation around the City of Silver. After that, he selected three ingredients that he knew had buyers and prices.
The Hanged Man had less than twenty pounds on him at present, and even the Artisan fees he had paid in advance was borrowed thanks to his wide network of contacts. However, by the end of the transaction, his cash assets would reach 2,375 pounds, sufficient enough to cover the 2,000 pounds required for the main ingredient.
Fors thought of the loss she had suffered last week at the hands of Mr. Hanged Man and responded, feeling slight grievance, “Alright.”
For her, how much this deal would eventually earn her would depend on her teacher, Dorian Gray. She wouldn’t earn anything extra beyond what he was willing to share with her.
At the end of the transaction segment, Klein manipulated The World to seek to purchase the remnant spirituality of ancient wraiths and a pair of eyes from a six-winged gargoyle. As for the sale or process of making the murloc bladder into a mystical item, he temporarily didn’t intend to do it through the Tarot Club. He wished to use it as a catalyst to expand his social connections and resource channels at sea.
Audrey was about to say something out of habit, but when she thought about it carefully, she felt that there was no news to share this week.
Fors, who was still in her languid state from the New Year’s holidays, continued having a blank mind. She commented, feeling rather guiltily, “Backlund is still under the same kind of high pressure as before. Don’t take any risks unless you’re an official Beyonder.”
A vampire like him who led a routine lifestyle couldn’t experience the pain of having all the Beyonder gatherings stopped.
The Hanged Man nodded and thought for a while. Then, he said to The Sun, “Don’t be careless.
“Before holding a sacrificial ritual, it’s best if you confirm that the chief who led the exploratory team isn’t in the City of Silver, or if he’s busy with other matters.”
“Mr. Hanged Man, do you mean that the Chief could’ve noticed the repeated cycle of fate?” Derrick asked in astonishment.
The Hanged Man replied solemnly, “That possibility can’t be ruled out.
“However, I can’t be sure since I don’t know enough about your City of Silver.”
Having said that, he hid his smile and presented a serious expression.
Derrick said with chagrin, “There are many things I’m not sure of either…”
Alger sighed inwardly, eliminating his disappointed emotions. “In short, caution and carefulness will allow you to live longer.”
“Thank you for your reminder,” The Sun said sincerely.
The Hanged Man withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, “Recently, the sea has been relatively calm.”
Without waiting for The Hanged Man to ask, he looked at Justice and The Magician.
“Ladies, can you buy me a radio transceiver?”
“I… can give it a try.” Fors agreed without paying too much attention.
As she was about to leave Backlund, Audrey could only say “sorry.”
After negotiating this deal, The World cleared his throat and said, “That matter has something to do with the Church of Storms.”
The World originally wanted to sweep The Hanged Man with a teasing look, but due to the difficulty of those sequence of actions, he could only regretfully give up. With a heavy and hoarse laugh, he said, “An old custom in Bansy Harbor was revived. Some of the inhabitants became heretics, and even a bishop of the Church of Storms was corrupted.
“I heard that the matter has been resolved, but quite a few people died.”
“Overseas, in the Southern Continent, there are quite a number of such evil spirits. On the surface, it seems like they’ve been cleared away, but in reality, they continue living in a strange state. Many people have suddenly died in those places. Heh heh, it isn’t necessarily because of an illness. If you guys have similar travel or adventure plans, don’t be careless.”
Alger tried to describe what had happened in Bansy Harbor as an accident, one that was within the realm of understanding.
Suddenly, he heard rather deep laughter.
This laughter came from the end of the mottled long table!
Noticing looks of puzzlement, curiosity, or excitement, Klein laughed leisurely with a hint of reminiscence in his voice.
“This reminds me of a King of Angels.”
Emlyn, on the other hand, felt a baffling sense of excitement, having found another reason for why his Ancestor had gotten him to pray to The Fool.
Seeing that Mr. Fool didn’t plan on continuing, Audrey couldn’t help but ask, “Honorable Mr. Fool, which King of Angels is it?”
Klein leaned back in his chair, chuckled and said, “Medici, who established the Rose Redemption. ‘His’ descendants live in Binsy.”
“That’s the old name of Bansy,” Alger replied in a low voice as he clenched his hands.
He could no longer imagine the truth behind this matter. He only knew that the unforeseen event in Bansy Harbor might not be over yet. The danger that could devour people remained lurking in the shadows!
He didn’t know much about the phrase Rose Redemption, only knowing that it had something to do with the temple of the True Creator and the Angel of Fate, Ouroboros, but was unable to confirm exactly what it represented.
At that moment, he thought of something.
