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"Because you Sanguine are the Beyonder materials required for advancement in this pathway."
Hanged Man Alger interjected lightly, and without waiting for Moon Emlyn's reaction, he continued, "I have clues about a Sanguine Baron's remnant characteristic. He died in a sudden conflict and didn't have time to find an inheritor. And you, you can receive this legacy through the potion method, preventing the Sanguine's power from being lost."
Although he hadn't interacted much with Moon Emlyn, Hanged Man Alger had more or less figured out this Mr. Moon's disposition. A few subtle words almost convinced Moon Emlyn.
Inheriting the legacy through the potion method, preventing the Sanguine's power from being lost… Moon Emlyn muttered twice. He suddenly felt that Mr. Hanged Man's words made a lot of sense, so he hurriedly asked, "What price do I need to pay?"
Hanged Man Alger chuckled and said, "Around 5,000 pounds. The exact amount will only be known once I find the owner."
Although he hadn't yet communicated with that great pirate, he believed that as long as the price wasn't too outrageous, the other party would accept it. After all, for pirates, selling something meant profit, and they had almost no costs.
With such a large sum of money, I could bring home several dolls I've been eyeing for a long time, and even get them some new clothes.
As he pondered, his gaze unconsciously fell on Leyton, who had just said he was going to find pirates for characteristics. As if he thought of something, he said with a hint of expectation, "Ahem, Mr. Tower, you just said you were going to find pirates for characteristics. Um… could you go find the pirate Mr. Hanged Man mentioned?"
Moon Emlyn's thought process stunned everyone present for a moment. Everyone silently gave a mental evaluation of "naive Sanguine."
It can be done like that? Magician Fors was momentarily slow to react.
"Do you think I won't charge you if I sell it to you?"
Leyton retorted. "You're just missing Mr. Star, and then you three celestial idiots can debut as a group."
"...Uh... pretend I didn't say anything."
Moon Emlyn froze for a moment, his voice fading, saying with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, then leaned back against the chair, no longer speaking. It's over, I've ruined the noble and elegant image of the Sanguine.
Why does this Sanguine feel so silly? No wonder the Sanguine higher-ups tricked him into praying to me. Klein sighed inwardly, then manipulated his trumpet account, World, to speak hoarsely, "I have a clue about a Psychiatrist's remnant characteristic. Miss Justice, do you still need it?"
I'll have to wait until I herd new souls for Creeping Hunger, but Miss Justice's Beyonder pet probably isn't in a hurry to advance either. Speaking of which, Miss Justice alone contributes almost ninety percent of the Tarot Club's liquid funds.
"Of course." Justice Audrey barely hesitated.
"This will take some time, perhaps a month, or even two months," World added in a low, hoarse voice.
"No problem."
Audrey nodded gently. Perfect, Susie hasn't fully digested the Telepathist potion yet.
After agreeing to a deal with Miss Justice, Klein continued to control World and spoke, "Everyone, please keep an eye out for remnant spirituality from ancient vengeful spirits and the eyes of six-winged gargoyles."
With the last request made, the trading portion of this Tarot Club meeting ended, and everyone entered the free discussion segment.
Justice Audrey was the first to stand up, daintily lifting her skirt, and bowed to the head of the bronze long table, saying, "Respected Mr. Fool, I wish to know the truth hidden behind the Backlund Great Smog incident. Was it purely caused by those cultists to awaken the Primordial Demoness and bring about the True Creator's descent? Why did Prince Edessak cooperate with them?"
"According to the principle of equivalent exchange you established, what do I need to pay to obtain the corresponding information?"
"You asked well, I don't know either," Klein murmured to himself, maintaining his relaxed sitting posture, and chuckled, "No need. The root of the problem has not yet been discovered, but there are already enough clues. I hope the people of the three Churches are not too foolish."
The root of the problem has not yet been discovered? The matter hasn't been completely resolved yet? Audrey was very shocked to hear this, but also felt it wasn't too unexpected.
"Thank you for your answer." She sincerely bowed again.
Everyone then continued to exchange some topics until The Fool at the head announced, "Today's gathering ends here."
"As you wish!" Everyone stood up and bowed.
Moon Emlyn, participating in the Tarot Club for the first time and unfamiliar with the procedures, froze for a second before hurriedly standing up and bowing, imitating the other members.
Crimson lights rose one after another, and the next moment, only Klein and Leyton remained in the Tarot Club.
The peculiar crown placed in front of Klein floated with his thoughts, automatically drifting up and landing in front of Leyton.
Klein leaned back in the high-backed chair and casually asked, "What revelation did you receive? From the God of Knowledge? Or the Hidden Sage?"
"The God of Knowledge. It was just a scene at sea, with Vice Admiral Iceberg's Golden Dream and Admiral of Blood's Tree of Flesh and Blood."
"I won't stay at sea for too long. I have a premonition that the Southern Continent is the final destination."
Leyton casually replied. He held the peculiar crown, examining it continuously, faint blue fluorescent light circling in his eyes, giving the impression that any secret or concealment would be exposed under those eyes.
War is the art of collective effort! A War Bishop can gather the strength of a team into a whole, and can also share his own strength with other teammates.
What Leyton most wanted to analyze was this ability of spiritual communication. I don't necessarily need teammates; by creating things similar to paper doppelgangers, and with a connection, I should also be able to transmit power to them, granting the paper doppelgangers temporary combat strength.
Moreover, if I develop some complex secret techniques, this ability should be very useful.
It wasn't until Klein felt his spirituality was overly depleted and suggested ending the exchange that Leyton put down the peculiar crown and left the space above the Gray Fog.
Klein glanced at the peculiar crown, rusty and stained with blood, quietly resting on the long table. He enveloped himself in spirituality, simulating a falling sensation, and left the Gray Fog.
In the study, which had been almost completely cleared out, Leyton, sitting in a chair, opened his eyes, briefly scanned the room, then leaned forward and reached out to grasp at the air.
A faint blue light, like ripples in water, shimmered, and a blank sheet of paper was dragged and torn down.
This was achieved by "folding" the space within the room through a "Door," directly tearing it from a notebook placed on the other side, despite the distance.
He then picked up a fountain pen from the side, carefully considered his wording, and began to write lines of words on the paper:
Leonard and Old Man, good evening!
When you see this letter, it should be evening. This is my prediction.
That demigod parasitic on a rat will be recuperating in the sewers of Backlund Street next month. Her name is Flora Jacob.
I am about to leave Backlund. If anything comes up, you can contact me through a messenger.
Please, Old Man, do not forget our agreement. The more your strength recovers, the greater my chance of stealing things.
Wishing you both a pleasant life, your friend, Al Tines!
Putting down the fountain pen and folding the paper, Leyton rose from his seat, scanned the study to confirm nothing was left behind, and then left the room.
Downstairs in the living room, Bugs Bunny, wearing a custom-made small suit, a top hat, and a black cross-body bag, skillfully put on a pair of gloves covered with metal plates.
This was a mystical item specially made for it by Leyton. It had no powerful effects, but was simply more suitable for a rabbit's hands, difficult to damage, and would not impede spirituality.
The only purpose of these gloves was to isolate the negative effects of the mystical item crafted from a Biologist's characteristic.
As long as Bugs Bunny didn't use that branch, toxins would not accumulate in its body.
Bugs Bunny waved the branch in its hand, nodded in satisfaction, and tried hard to appear like a gentleman.
Seeing Leyton approach, it immediately changed its demeanor, looking at Leyton pitifully and saying, "Boss, why aren't you taking me, but you're taking that raven!"
Feeling the resentment from a rabbit, Leyton shook his head helplessly and said, "Who told you that you get dizzy from Spirit World travel? If you follow me, we'll be darting around everywhere. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Bugs Bunny agonized for a long time, then nodded reluctantly: "Mmm, alright."
"But not for too long, or I'll become someone else's rabbit."
"Don't worry, it won't be more than four months at most." Leyton nodded lightly, making a promise.
Then he turned his head and called out to the raven preening its feathers nearby, asking it to help deliver a letter to Leonard.
Seeing that Bugs Bunny was still a bit downcast and conflicted, Leyton took two steps, picked it up, and directly stepped into the Spirit World.
Pritz Harbor, in front of a rather old three-story cottage, a wooden sign hanging at the door read "Pritz Harbor Ticketing Company."
Leyton, holding Bugs Bunny, quickly materialized, but the surrounding pedestrians seemed completely oblivious to this scene.
As soon as it left the Spirit World, Bugs Bunny fell from his hands, sprawling on the ground, looking dizzy and somewhat nauseous.
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