After the "World" and "Sun" were exchanged separately, the Tarot gathering entered a free chat session. "Justice" Audrey asked about the unique scenery and strange things on the sea with great interest, while the "Underged Man" Alger made a selective description based on his own experience.

"Magician" Forsy listened quietly and gradually became inspired to write a novel about the Pirate King, which tells the story of him capturing a female passenger and having a love-hate relationship with the other party, and fantasy and reality coexisting.

"Sun" Derick can only imagine what the sea looks like based on the paintings collected by the Silver City and the corresponding text explanations.

In the end, Klein, who was gradually exhausted in spirituality, announced the end of the Tarot party and quickly returned to the real world to make up for the afternoon nap.

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At 7:30 pm, Queens, inside a house that seemed to belong to a nobleman.

Forth put on a hooded robe, and after many days, he participated in the party organized by Mr. A again.

She sat quietly in the corner, looking around casually, and found that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on the single sofa, seemed a little different from the past.

This is not a change in appearance and temperament, because the other person's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and Fors couldn't see it clearly.

She felt that it was just a nearly intuitive feeling:

Mr. A is no longer as leisurely and indifferent as before, and always looks at everyone with a downward attitude. Now he seems very depressed, trying hard to control something, and the danger expectations he gives people are rising sharply.

Mr. A was a mountain in the past, but now he is closer to a poisonous snake that straightens up and spits out a core... The best-selling novelist Fursi suddenly glad that in order to conceal the Tarot Club and to prevent Xiu from knowing that he was buying items from the Sun Field, he did not come with her.

Even if there is any unexpected change, my escape will be much simpler... Forsy turned the bracelet with only two stones left.

She did not rush to write her own needs into notes and gave them to the waiter, but watched patiently for a while.

This is not because she is naturally cautious, but because the lessons learned in the past have left her a profound impression. Only two stones left on the bracelet are evidence.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote in deliberately twisted handwriting:

“Purchase magical items or powerful extraordinary weapons in the Sun Realm.”

After handing the note to the waiter, Fors looked around again, but he could not find the "Eternal Sun" believer who helped hold the ritual of purification and exorcism last time from many figures that had been disguised or concealed.

The transactions were fermenting and brewing between waiters, and the entire hall was quiet and orderly.

After the middle discussion and exchange, Forth's needs were added to the two blackboards at the forefront.

Not long after, she received a reply from the waiter.

A small piece of white paper was filled with dense words:

"The magical object, the 'Ring of Light' ring, can make the wearer a messenger of light, a attendant of the sun, immune to many diseases, master the sacred power, the wearer can summon dazzling beams, use many spells in the Sun's realm, and purify the undead within a range of fifty meters. It is the nemesis of this type of creature."

"Through this ring, what the wearer approves will be improved, and what the disapproves will be weakened."

"The only problem with it is that if the wearer uses it frequently, he will gradually become a believer of the 'eternal sun', slowly obey the doctrine from the bottom of his heart and praise the sun."

"If you want to get it, please pay £9,000 in cash at a time, and I can wait for you to raise it."

9,000 pounds? Fors opened his mouth, feeling like the other party was robbing.

This is a huge wealth that she can't borrow even if she finds someone to borrow!

Apart from the deposits for the assassination of Ambassador Intis, all the money she had seen added up so far!

A person with £9,000 in cash is definitely a rich man even in Beckland!

Although I know that magical items are expensive, I never thought that they could be so expensive... I wanted to get 9,000 pounds and stop participating in the extraordinary party, quit this circle, and enjoy life with peace of mind? Forsy took a breath quietly and did not dare to respond to the other party for a while.

She pretended that nothing happened and listened for nearly ten minutes, but without waiting for another response, and without waiting for an extraordinary weapon that was much cheaper, she had to get up and go to the bathroom.

After confirming that there was no one around, she closed the toilet door, sat on the toilet, recited the name of Mr. "Follower", told the other party what had just happened in the form of prayer, and asked him to convey it to the "world".

Above the boundless gray and white mist, Klein, who heard the illusory layered sound, quickly entered and grasped the situation.

9,000 pounds? He silently recited this number, his expression slightly distorted.

After silently calculating the money that he could raise in the short term, he exhaled, showing the "dummy" world, manipulating him to respond:

“…The negative problem with this magical item is too serious, and I don’t want to be a believer of the Sun.”

"You don't have to worry about this anymore, we'll use cash transactions instead."

"Pay £450, the recipe for the 'Master of Magic' is yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, the contact was interrupted. Klein watched the "world" disappear, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:

"Then we will see clues about what items the 'barbarian' lady could collect..."

"Otherwise, I can only buy that brooch with the old man of 'Eye of Wisdom'."

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In the bathroom, Fors breathed a sigh of relief and said that the sacrifice ceremony would be held as soon as possible after returning.

Unfortunately, I don’t know the recipe yet, otherwise I can take the opportunity to see if there are any extraordinary materials I need here... She returned to the hall and focused on scanning the information on the two blackboards.

She did not respond to the previous note, and did not even consider the issue of bargaining, because even if it could make the convenience of 1,000 pounds, she would not have the money to buy it, and she could not turn over. What's more important is that she felt that Mr. "World" could not afford it.

I watched until the end. Due to Mr. A's changes, she didn't stop for a long time, didn't talk to anyone, and quickly left the house.

After more than ten minutes, the party was completely over, and only Mr. A and his waiters were left.

Mr. A slowly stood up and walked along the stairs toward the basement.

Suddenly, his knee bent, fell to the ground, and rolled on several levels of steps.

He lay there, his shadow under him was quickly red.

His flesh and blood melted and soaked in it, making the shadow look like a brand new, skinless, monster-like person separated from his body!

Jojo...Mr. A's breathing gradually calmed down, and his tense body slowly eased.

And the separated flesh and blood "flowed" back again.

Everything became completely different.

Mr. A crawled forward, knelt in the basement, and once again choked and confessed.

If you make mistakes in the matter before repentance, you will not be vigilant enough, and you will destroy the Lord's coming.

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Silver City, at the home of Derrick Berger.

He walked around the table and silently for several times, but never made up his mind. His reason told him that the advice of Mr. "The Hanging Man" was the best choice, but the faces of other members participating in the mission always flashed in his mind, feeling that he pretended to be out of control and refused to go, which was equivalent to betraying them!

Is there no way to save them? Should I find an opportunity to meet the chief and tell him the matter of the semi-destroyed temple belonging to the fallen creator and the evil god who is in charge of the "Shepherd" path, and let him be careful of Elder Lovia and replace the person in charge of this mission... But, where should I tell me? In their eyes, Mr. "Fool" should be equivalent to the evil god...Derick grabbed his hair irritably.

The Hurricane Axe was placed in the most accessible place, and as every lightning flashed through the window, a faint light rose.

Suddenly, Derrick stopped, looked at the bright and dark environment outside, and the deep black sky.

He seemed to see his parents before he died, and he regained the feeling of stabbing the straight sword in pain.

"It's too late this time... I'll be prepared later to make it unquestionable that I discovered that it was the 'Fallen Creator'..." His expression twisted for a while, gritted his teeth, and whispered a few words. Then he suddenly left the window and returned to the table, and began to consume his spirituality by practicing the extraordinary ability of "Praying Light Man" to make it quickly approach drying.

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Inside the luxurious villa of Count Hall.

Just as she was in the studio, Audrey, who was leisurely painting oil, heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

After Anne, the close maid, opened the door, she found that the visitor was her mother, Countess Caitlyn.

Although this lady is close to fifties, she looks in her early thirties, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and beautiful and gracefulness, which is enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.

"Mom, is there anything wrong?" Audrey put down the items in her hand and stood up in confusion and asked.

The Countess glanced at her younger daughter who was more beautiful than when she was young and said with a smile:

"I just finished the dinner and Mrs. Dela said you are very interested in psychology and want to hire a tutor, right?"

"Yes, but I haven't decided the final decision yet..." Audrey replied hesitantly, as usual.

The Countess couldn't see her daughter's thoughts, and said with a smile:

"She recommended a psychiatrist named Islant. If you have no problems, I'll send someone to invite her, twice a week, how about it?"

"You make an idea." Audrey smiled and said, "Mom, come, sit here, I'm missing a beautiful model!"

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On Tuesday morning, Klein identified from the Beckland Morning Post that the party will be called by the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" tomorrow night.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about whether the items could catch up with Miss Sharon's siege and kill the enemy.

To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Krague Club for a day.
Chapter completed!