Chapter 130

After the "World" and "Sun" communicated individually, this Tarot gathering entered a free chat session. "Justice" Audrey asked about the unique scenery and anecdotes on the sea with great interest, "The Hanged Man "Alger selectively described it based on his own knowledge.

"Magician" Forsi listened quietly, gradually got inspiration, wanted to write a book about the Pirate King, about him capturing a female passenger, and had a love-hate relationship with her, a story where fantasy and reality coexisted.

"The Sun" Derrick can only imagine what the sea looks like based on the paintings and corresponding texts collected by the City of Silver.

At the end, Klein, whose spirituality was gradually exhausted, announced the end of the Tarot meeting, and quickly returned to the real world to take a nap.

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At 7:30 in the evening, in Queens District, in a house that seemed to belong to a certain nobleman.

Forsi put on a robe with a hood, and after many days, she participated in the party organized by Mr. A again.

She sat quietly in the corner, looked around pretending to be casual, and found that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on the single sofa, seemed a little different from before.

This was not a change in appearance or temperament, because the other party's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and Fors couldn't see clearly at all.

She felt different, just an almost intuitive feeling:

Mr. A is no longer as laid-back and indifferent as before. He always looks down at everyone. Now he seems to be very depressed, trying to control something, and the danger expectations are soaring.

In the past, Mr. A was a big mountain, but now he is closer to a poisonous snake that straightened its body and spit out its core... The best-selling author Forsi suddenly rejoiced that she wanted to hide the Tarot Society, so as not to let Xio know that she was buying the sun. Items in the field, did not come with her.

In this way, even if there are any unexpected changes, my escape will be much easier... Forsi turned the bracelet with only two stones left.

She was not in a hurry to write down her needs on a note and give it to the waiter, but waited patiently for a while.

It wasn't that she was inherently cautious, but that the lessons she had learned in the past had left a deep impression on her, as evidenced by the fact that there were only two stones left on the bracelet.

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

"I want to buy magical items or powerful extraordinary weapons in the solar field.

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After handing the note to the waiter, Fors looked around again, but she couldn't find the "Eternal Blazing Sun" believer who helped hold the purification and exorcism ceremony last time among the many disguised or disguised figures.

A series of transactions were fermenting and brewing while the waiters shuttled back and forth, and the whole hall was quiet and orderly.

After the discussion and exchange in the middle, Forsi's needs were added to the two blackboards at the front.

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

A small white paper is filled with dense words:

"Mystical item, the 'ring of light' ring, it can make the wearer an emissary of light, a servant of the sun, immune to many diseases, master the power of the gods, the wearer can summon dazzling beams of light, and can use many spells in the sun domain, It can purify the undead within a range of 50 meters, and is the nemesis of such creatures."

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

"The only problem with it is that if the wearer uses it frequently, he will gradually become a believer in the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', slowly obeying the teachings and praising the sun from the bottom of his heart."

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

9000 pounds? Fors opened her mouth, as if the other party was robbing.

This is a huge amount of wealth that she can't borrow even if she asks someone to borrow it!

Except for the deposit for assassinating Ambassador Intis, all the money she's seen so far doesn't add up to that much!

A person with 9,000 pounds in cash, even in Backlund, is definitely considered a rich man!

Although I know that magical items are very expensive, I never thought they would be so expensive... Is this because I want to get 9,000 pounds so that I can stop participating in Extraordinary gatherings, withdraw from this circle, and enjoy life with peace of mind? Forsi quietly took a breath, and didn't dare to respond to the other party for a while.

She pretended nothing happened and listened for nearly ten minutes, but she didn't wait for any other response, and she didn't wait for the relatively cheaper Beyonder weapon, so she got up and went to the bathroom.

After confirming that there was no one around, she closed the toilet door, sat on the toilet, chanted Mister Fool's honorable name, told the other party what happened just now in the form of prayer, and asked him to convey it to the "world".

Above the boundless gray-white mist, Klein, who heard the illusory cascading voices, quickly entered and initially grasped the situation.

9000 pounds? He read the number silently, his expression slightly distorted.

After Silently calculated the money that could be raised in a short period of time, he let out a sigh of relief, manifested the "dummy" world, and manipulated him to respond:

"...The negative problems of this magical item are too serious, I don't want to be a believer in the sun."

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

"Pay 450 pounds, and the formula of 'Master of Magic' will be yours."

As soon as the voice fell, the connection was broken. Klein watched the "world" disappear, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:

"The next step is to see what clues the 'barbarian' lady can collect..."

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

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In the washroom, Forsi breathed a sigh of relief, and said that the sacrificial ceremony would be held as soon as possible after returning.

It's a pity, I don't know the recipe yet, otherwise I can take this opportunity to see if there are any extraordinary materials I need here... She returned to the hall and scanned the information on the two blackboards intently.

She didn't respond to the previous note, and she didn't even think about bargaining, because even if she could make the other party 1,000 pounds cheaper, she wouldn't have the money to buy it, and the turnover would be difficult. More importantly, she felt that Mister "World" seemed to be Can't afford it either.

After watching until the end, due to Mr. A's change, she didn't stay long, didn't talk to anyone, and left the house quickly.

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

Mr. A stood up slowly and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Suddenly, he bent his knees and fell to the ground, rolling several flights of steps.

He was lying there, and the shadow under him quickly turned red.

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

Hehe... Mr. A's panting gradually calmed down, and his tense body gradually eased.

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

Everything became normal.

Mr. A crawled forward, knelt down in the basement, and made a confession again with sobs.

Mistakes in things before the confession, lack of vigilance, and the destruction of the coming of the Lord.

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Silver City, Derrick Berg's home.

He walked around the table several times in silence, but he still couldn't make up his mind. His rationality told him that Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s suggestion was the best choice, but participating in this mission always flashed in his mind The faces of other members of the group, I feel that I have betrayed them by pretending to be a sign of loss of control!

Is there no way to save them? Shall I find a chance to see the chief, and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the fallen creator and the evil god who is in charge of the "shepherd" path, and tell him to be careful of Elder Lovia, and replace the leader of this mission? The person in charge... But, where should I know? In their eyes, Mr. Fool should also be regarded as an evil god... Derrick scratched his hair irritably.

The Hurricane Ax was placed within reach, and with every flash of lightning outside the window, faint rays of light appeared.

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

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

"It's too late this time... I have to make preparations in the future, so that the discovery that it is the 'Fallen Creator' will not be suspected..." He twisted his expression for a while, gritted his teeth, and whispered a few words to himself, and then He suddenly left the window, returned to the table, and began to consume his own spirituality by practicing the extraordinary ability of the "Prayer for Light", making it quickly close to drying up.

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Inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey was in the studio, leisurely applying oil paint, when she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

After the personal maid Anne opened the door, she found that it was her mother, Countess Caitlin, who came.

Although this lady is close to fifty, she looks to be in her early thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes, beautiful and graceful, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Audrey put down the items in her hands, got up and asked suspiciously.

The countess glanced at her little daughter who was more beautiful than herself when she was young, and smiled and said:

"I just finished a dinner party, and Mrs. Della said that you are very interested in psychology and would like to have a tutor?"

"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet..." Audrey replied hesitantly, just like usual.

The countess couldn't see what her daughter was thinking, she smiled and said:

"She recommended a psychiatrist named Escalante. If you have no problem, I will send someone to invite her. How about two classes a week?"

"You make up your mind." Audrey said with a smile, "Mom, come and sit here, I am short of a beautiful model!"

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On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the "Becklund Morning Post" that the party called by Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" tomorrow night.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer worried about whether the items could keep up with Miss Sharron's siege of enemies.

To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Cragg Club for a day of leisure.

PS: Today is the third update, please recommend tickets and monthly tickets ~ In addition, this chapter was updated on time, and then the background of the starting point collapsed...