Chapter 142 The First Tarot Club (Please Subscribe~)

The figure at the end of the long table introduced 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man' in turn.

Xifa showed a polite smile and nodded implicitly to the three new and old members of the Tarot Society. He remembered that Miss Justice was the audience channel, so he did not show excessive enthusiasm, and kept a sense of distance, so as not to let the lady find out that he seemed to know the existence of her and the Hanged Man early on.

Right in front of Xifa, 'Justice' raised her skirt and responded politely. As for the 'Hanged Man', the old man didn't say a word, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

'Sun' was very restrained, did not make any gestures to celebrate, and was a little nervous.

After the members were introduced, they took their seats.

Xifa chose to stagger two positions from the Hanged Man, and found a high-backed chair to sit on. The backs of these chairs all had bright lights shining, outlining strange constellations.

It's pretty high.

Look, this is the protagonist, this is the golden finger.

Not like me.

There is only one book, but fortunately, there are countless watchers behind me.

Maybe they are outside the dimension, watching this party!

After sitting down, Miss 'Justice' said softly and joyfully, "Mr. Fool, I have collected two more pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."

As a newcomer, Xifa remained silent and listened to Klein's communication with 'Justice'. From their communication, it can be learned that members of the Tarot Society provided Klein with the Emperor's Notes, and then they could get paid from Klein.

This is the so-called equivalent exchange.

During the meeting, Miss 'Justice' said that she needed the formula for a mind reader.

"The 'Mind Reader' potion formula? Behind it is the 'Mind Reader' of the 'Psychoanalyst'?"

Suddenly 'Sun' spoke up and promised to help 'Justice' get the formula.

As expected of the Tarot Society.

The formula of Sequence 7 can be obtained casually, so my 'arsonist' should have hope.

Xifa was in a happy mood, and almost forgot the unhappiness of being assassinated at noon. From the communication among the members, it can be seen that in addition to being able to exchange with Klein on an equal basis, this rule also applies between members.

This is the charm of the platform!

At the party, the communication between the 'Sun' and the others quickly shifted to the 'City of Silver'. From the sound of it, the 'Sun' seemed to come from the City of Silver.

Judging from the reflections of Justice and the Hanged Man, they seem to be unaware of the existence of the 'City of Silver', which makes Xifa very puzzled. Could it be that this city exists in another dimension?

If this is the case, Klein's golden finger is too powerful, and he can pull people from other dimensions.

Immediately afterwards, the topic turned back to the potion formula.

"I will give the 'Sun' a copy of the 'Singer' formula, and the 'Sun' will give the 'Mind Reader' potion formula to Miss Justice as soon as possible."

The vague figure at the head of the long table, with a relaxed and leisurely attitude, decided a transaction involving three parties in a few words.

At this point, the palace is temporarily calm. Xifa, who had been silent all the time, took the opportunity to speak.

"Respected Mister Fool, from your communication just now, I found that you seem to be quite interested in Emperor Roselle's notes."

"I happen to have a few notes like this on hand, I don't know, how can I bring them up to you?"

The vague shadow leaned back and laughed softly: "It's very simple, you write down the words on it, and when you meet next time, you can present them according to your wishes, and give them to I."

I can give it to you right now!

Of course Sifer didn't do that, he resisted the urge, knowing that he had to wait patiently until the next meeting before giving his notes, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"That's it, I remember. When I go back, I will try my best to write down those symbols. To be honest, those symbols are too complicated. I should be able to remember one page. No, two pages!"

"I am looking forward."

The figure behind the thick fog responded in a tone that didn't care much.

Then, Xifa saw a piece of parchment flashing in the hand of 'Sun', while 'Justice' picked up the pen and stared at the paper in front of him in a daze.

Then the yellow robe-colored parchment disappeared in her hands, and it went to nowhere.

A long silence followed.

When Xifa was a little puzzled, 'Justice' across the table whispered: "When Mister Fool finishes reading the diary, we can communicate freely."

I see.

This is the standard procedure of the Tarot Club.

Waiting patiently for a while, until Xifa felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, he heard the steady voice from behind the gray fog again: "Actually, you don't have to wait for me."

Then the 'Hanged Man' who was two seats away from Xifa responded humbly: "This is our honor."

Members then began to communicate.

What is the method of public examination for selecting officials, what is the matter of the king and the prime minister, the House of Lords and the House of Commons.

During this process, Xifa noticed that the words "Psychological Alchemy Society" and "Aurora Society" sounded like the names of secret organizations.

Then, at a certain point in the exchange, he seized the opportunity and said: "Everyone, I am looking for the formula of 'Arsonist'. If you can provide it, I am willing to pay any reward including money."

"Of course, it must be within my ability."

With my ability, regardless of money or other means, there should still be a way to pay for an 'Arsonist' formula.

"Arsonist?"

The Hanged Man looked at Xifa, but he couldn't see Xifa's appearance clearly, he could only see that Xifa was wearing a cheap shirt.

"I know an arsonist. If I can meet him at sea, I may be able to help you inquire about this recipe, but I can't guarantee that I will be able to give you what you want at the next gathering."

Xifa smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I don't know what reward Mr. Hanged Man wants, I can prepare it in advance."

He paused, and looked upwards in a respectful manner: "Speaking of which, respected Mister Fool. I have a question, how do we pay for what others are looking for?"

The figure behind the thick fog responded indifferently: "About this, I will tell you after the meeting and give you the specific time of the meeting, so that you can prepare calmly before the next meeting."

"Thank you for your information." Xifa learned from the Hanged Man and responded in a humble tone.

Taking advantage of the members' focus on themselves for the time being, Xifa asked another question: "I don't know if you have ever seen such a phenomenon. The few friends I know are all ordinary people."

"They have cough symptoms recently. It is strange that when they cough, they will cough up a kind of shimmering smoke, and in the smoke, human faces will appear and disappear."

"Oh, by the way, this kind of smoke can only be caught in the state of spiritual vision. I am worried about their health, so I would like to ask everyone, do you know anything?"