Chapter 242 Mister 'World' (Fifth)

Miss Pharmacist walked around and sold a few cheaper healing potions, then returned to her seat contentedly, humming a folk song from somewhere, and put out some tools for preparing potions one after another.

Suddenly, Quincy, who was lying at the door, sat up and rushed out of the simple room, and he yelled outside: "What are they going to do, where are they going. Hey, what's the matter with you!"

It sounded like something was wrong, and the others couldn't sit still any longer, and came outside the simple room one after another. On the surface of the sea, the Breaker was setting sail, but she left them and left?

Several people in Xifa looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to figure out what the situation was.

Then I heard Frank say: "He left us two buckets of clean water."

Two large wooden barrels were placed on the beach, but there was nothing else.

Natalie lifted her skirt, rushed to the beach and screamed towards the Wavebreaker: "Ken Angus, you liar, big talker, bastard, scum! You told me that you can take a bath on the boat every night before I get off the boat of!"

"Ah, damn it, I'm going to curse you!"

Edward smiled wryly: "If these two buckets of water are saved, it should be enough for a week. But we can't take a bath, we can't wash up, we can only use it for drinking."

"There's still food." Frank said in a deep voice, "Did any of you bring anything to eat?"

The answer is of course no. Who would have thought that the captain would actually drive the boat away? Is survival in the wild also one of the purposes of the training?

Sifer first looked at the sea, then at Quincy: "Maybe you can bring us some fish?"

"Of course I can."

Quincy pointed to the mountains behind: "But, aren't you a hunter too? Hunters should be able to go to the mountains and find us some food, right?"

Xifa turned his head and looked at the rolling hills: "If there are wild beasts on it, it's not a big problem."

"It looks like we have to live on this desert island for a week."

Xifa said to the pirate ship that had not completely sunk: "Edward, Frank, go to the pirate ship and see if there is anything we need. Food, wine, anything is fine."

"In addition, we'd better build a simple bathroom by the sea, which is not only for the sake of hygiene, but also to make us not live like a group of wild animals."

"As for the food, Quincy and I will figure it out."

Said Xifa and patted his forehead: "I didn't expect this to happen. I don't have too many bullets on me. If anyone of you has bullets, give me some."

"Can't you set up some traps? At this time, don't waste bullets." As he said, Quincy took off his shirt and found a thick enough branch under the nearby palm tree.

He took out a dagger from the back of his waist, sharpened the front end, tried it out, and after feeling comfortable, he went to the seashore, ready to go fishing.

After Xifa and Edward took some bullets, they walked behind the beach. There is a small forest behind the beach, and as you walk, the terrain begins to rise. Not long after, Xifa has come to a mountain forest.

He was not in a hurry to hunt, he listened first, and he was relieved when he heard the birdsong from time to time in the forest.

Even if there are no beasts, if you can hunt forest birds, you can roast them and eat them.

that's all.

Time passed bit by bit.

Before I knew it, it was around three o'clock in the afternoon.

now.

Xifa was hiding in a bush. In the open space in front, a pheasant with bright feathers was walking. Just in front of the pheasant, there was a trap set by Xifa.

Just as the pheasant was about to fall into the trap, Crimson appeared in front of his eyes, drowning Xifa in an instant.

"Come on, it's almost there. Damn it!"

When Xifa howled, he found that he had arrived in the magnificent palace filled with thick gray and white mist. At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, while in front of him was sitting in a row with him. He had just logged in, and his figure was slightly reddish. The Hanged Man'.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The Hanged Man coughed dryly: "Chariot, this is you."

On the long mottled bronze table, Klein, who was shrouded in a thick gray-white mist, almost couldn't control his expression. He looked at Xifa squatting on the ground in astonishment, and his thoughts bubbled up like bubbles.

The chariot is convenient in the bathroom. If so, it is really a large-scale communal death scene.

No.

Chariot doesn't seem like such a ignorant person. With his posture, he looks like he is crouching and guarding his prey?

He is in battle?

After blocking the others, Klein calmly said in the tone of a fool: "If you are fighting, I can send you back."

I was indeed 'fighting', but not in the way you thought.

Xifa coughed dryly, got up slowly, first pressed his chest on the long table, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your concern, Mister Fool. But it doesn't matter, I can attend the party."

I have been scouting for four weeks, and I can confirm that there are no dangerous beasts or extraordinary species on the mountain, and I can only lie in the bushes for an hour or two at most

"Oh well."

At this time, Audrey, who has always had a sense of ownership, was greeting every member of the Tarot Society.

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

"good afternoon…"

She stopped suddenly, not only because Mr. Chariot squatted on the ground strangely, but also because there was a figure at the end of the long table on her side.

It was a stranger in a hooded black robe, his figure was equally illusory and hazy, and also slightly reddish.

"This is?" Audrey looked at Mister Fool with both doubts and joy.

Has our Tarot Society added new members? That's great, we're growing fast!

Who is the one?

Fors?

It doesn't seem to be, and it's not Hugh, the height is seriously inconsistent, and I don't know what kind of person he will be.

Others also noticed the mysterious stranger.

'The Hanged Man' Alger frowned unconsciously, his body naturally put on a posture of guard, and at the same time he was slightly dissatisfied.

The tarot will expand too fast, right?

How long is this.

First it was the 'sun', then it was the 'chariot', and now there is one more.

Why is that gentleman in such a hurry to add new members?

Could it be that he has been revived, so he needs more people to serve him?

Thinking of this, Alger was startled, and quickly lowered his head, carefully keeping his thoughts away.

At this moment, at the head of the long table, Klein leaned back leisurely and said, "This is a new member, Mr. World."

world?

Xifa immediately remembered that the watcher once said that one of Klein's vests is the 'world'!

It turned out to be like this.

Sifer smiled to himself.

Klein built the 'Trumpet' at the Tarot Club, probably because he was thinking of some things that the 'Fool' was inconvenient to say, or asked for, so let the Trumpet do it for him.

After all, right now, his 'fool' is just an empty shell, and he needs to be careful to maintain a good image.

After Klein's introduction, the sun and the Hanged Man greeted the 'world' one after another, but received cold responses.

When it was Xifa's turn, he refrained from calling out "Klein" as a prank, put his hand on his chest, and said politely: "Good afternoon, Mr. World, welcome to join the Tarot Club."

"If you need any help in the future, please feel free to ask. I will definitely not refuse what I can do."

The 'world' is Klein, and helping him is helping Klein. Only fools will miss this kind of thing that can increase Mr. Fool's favorability!