Chapter 343: By Oneself
After the private communication between The World and The Sun, the Tarot
Gathering began its free discussion session. Audrey asked with great
interest about the unique scenery of the sea and of any strange
happenings, while Alger gave selective descriptions according to his own
knowledge.
Fors listened quietly and was inspired to write a novel about a Pirate
King, of how he captures a female passenger and has a complex love
affair with her, a fantasy that coexisted with reality.
Derrick could only imagine what the sea looked like based on the
paintings in the City of Silver and the corresponding words.
In the end, Klein, whose spirituality was gradually drained, announced
the end of the Tarot Gathering. After which, he quickly returned to the
real world and made up for it with a nap.
Half past seven at night. In Empress Borough. Inside a particular
noble's house.
Fors put on a hooded robe. After so many days, she was once again
attending the gathering organized by Mr. A.
She sat quietly in a corner, and whilst pretending to casually survey
her surroundings, she noticed that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on the
sofa, seemed a little different from before.
This wasn't a change in appearance or temperament, because the other
party's face was completely hidden in the shadow of his hood, preventing
her from making out anything.
The difference she felt was an almost intuitive feeling.
*Mr. A is no longer as carefree and indifferent as before, with him
always looking at everyone in a supercilious manner. The current him
seems to be very repressed---like he's trying his best to
control something. He feels a lot more dangerous now.*
*In the past, Mr. A was a mountain. Now, he's more like a reared up
snake, sticking out its tongue vociferously...* The best-selling
writer, Fors, suddenly felt grateful that she hadn't gotten Xio to come
with her since she needed to hide matters about the Tarot Club and not
let her know that she was looking for something in the Sun domain.
*This way, even if there are any accidents, my escape would be much
easier...* She rotated the bracelet which only had two stones
left.
She was in no hurry to write down her request to hand over to the
attendant. Instead, she patiently observed for a while.
It wasn't that she was naturally cautious, but the lessons of the past
had left her with deep impressions. The two stones on her bracelet were
evidence of this.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, she finally picked up a piece
of paper and a pen in front of her and wrote in deliberately distorted
handwriting: "Seeking to buy mystical items or powerful Beyonder weapons
in the Sun domain."
After handing the note to the attendant, Fors looked around again, but
she couldn't find the Eternal Blazing Sun believer, who had helped with
the purification and exorcism ritual, among the disguised or masked
figures.
Trades took place as the attendants shuttled about. The entire hall
remained quiet and orderly.
After an exchange in the middle of the gathering, Fors's request was
added to the two chalkboards right in front.
Not long after, she received a reply from the attendant.
A small slip of white paper was filled with dense words:
"Mystical item: Band of Light ring. It can make the wearer an Envoy of
Light, an attendant of the Sun. They will be immune to various diseases
and wield sacred powers. The wearer can summon blinding light and use
several spells in the Sun domain. It can purify all dead spirits in a
fifty-meter radius. It is the nemesis of such creatures.
"If the wearer is acknowledged by the ring, they will be enhanced;
otherwise, they will be weakened.
"The only problem is that if the wearer utilizes it too often, they will
slowly become a believer of the Eternal Blazing Sun and slowly defend
the doctrines and praise the Sun from the bottom of their hearts.
"If you wish to obtain it, then please pay me 9,000 in cash at once. I
can wait for you to raise it."
9,000 pounds? Fors's mouth gaped open, as though the other
party was robbing her.
This was a huge amount of wealth that she wouldn't be able to borrow,
even if she asked someone to lend it to her!
Aside from the deposit for the assassination of the Intis Ambassador,
the amount of money she had seen so far combined had never been this
high!
A person with 9,000 pounds in cash was considered a tycoon, even in
Backlund!
*Although I know that mystical items are expensive, I never expected
them to be this expensive... Does he plan on getting the 9,000 pounds
and not participate in Beyonder gatherings anymore and leave the circle
so as to enjoy life in peace?* For a moment, she didn't dare to
reply to the seller.
She pretended that nothing had happened and listened for nearly ten
minutes, but when she received no additional response or response to
relatively inexpensive Beyonder weapons, she got up and went to the
washroom.
After confirming that no one was around, she closed the toilet door and
sat down on the toilet. She recited Mr. Fool's honorific name, told him
in prayer about what had just happened, and asked him to pass it on to
The World.
Klein, who had heard the layered, illusory sounds, quickly went above
the endless gray fog and gained a basic understanding of the situation.
9,000 pounds? He mouthed the number, his expression twisting
slightly.
After silently calculating the amount of money he could raise in a short
period of time, he let out a breath, conjured the fake person, The
World, and manipulated him to give a response:
"The negative effect of this mystical item is too serious. I do not wish
to be a believer of the Sun.
"You don't have to worry about this anymore. We'll transact using cash
instead.
"Pay 450 pounds and you'll get the formula for Trickmaster."
The moment he finished his sentence, he cut the connection. Watching as
The World disappeared, he raised his hand to rub his forehead and
muttered to himself, "Next, I'll have to see the information on what
kind of items that Barbarian lady can gather...
"Otherwise, I can only purchase that brooch from Eye of Wisdom."
In the washroom, Fors let out a sigh of relief. She indicated that she
would hold the sacrificial ritual as soon as she got back.
*It's a pity that I don't know the formula for now. Otherwise, I could
take the opportunity to see if there are any Beyonder ingredients I
need...* She returned to the hall and focused on the information
on the two blackboards.
She didn't respond to the previous note, much less consider bargaining.
Even if the seller was willing to discount it by a thousand pounds, she
wouldn't have the money or liquidity to buy it, and more importantly,
she felt that Mr. World couldn't afford it either.
She stayed until the end of the gathering, and because of Mr. A's
changes, she didn't linger or talk to anyone. She quickly left the
house.
After more than ten minutes, the gathering came to a complete end,
leaving Mr. A and his attendants alone.
Slowly, Mr. A got up and walked down the stairs to the basement.
Suddenly, his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, rolling down
several steps.
He was sprawled on the ground, and the shadow beneath him quickly turned
scarlet red.
His flesh and blood melted and mixed into the shadow, making it look
like a brand-new, skinless, monster-like person that had been separated
from his body!
Gasp! Gasp... Mr. A's breathing gradually returned to normal
as his taut body gradually relaxed.
The blood and flesh, that had separated, flowed back once again.
Everything returned back to normal.
Mr. A crawled forward and knelt in the basement, once again confessing
his sins while choking with sobs.
He was confessing for his oversight from before, that he wasn't vigilant
enough and caused the Lord's descent to fail.
City of Silver, Derrick Berg's house.
He walked in silence a few times around the table, unable to make up his
mind. His reasoning told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was the
best one, but the faces of the other members participating in the
mission kept flashing in his mind, and he felt that he had abandoned and
betrayed them by pretending to lose control!
*Is there no way to save them? Should I find a chance to meet with the
Chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the Fallen
Creator, who's an evil god that controls the Shepherd pathway? That he
should be careful of Elder Lovia and change the person responsible for
the mission... But how should I explain where I got this information
from? In their eyes, Mr. Fool would be the same as an evil
god...* Derrick pulled his hair in frustration.
The Axe of Hurricane was placed in a position that was within reach of
his hands. Every time a bolt of lightning streaked past the window, it
emitted a faint light.
Suddenly, Derrick stopped and looked out into the darkness and into the
dark sky.
It was as if he had once again seen the state his parents were in before
their deaths. He found the pain he had experienced when he stabbed his
sword downwards.
*There's no time... I need to make preparations for the future so that I
wouldn't be suspected for my discovery of that god being the Fallen
Creator...* As his expression distorted, he clenched his teeth
and muttered to himself. He then suddenly left the side of the window
and went back to the table. He began practicing the Light Suppliant's
Beyonder powers to drain his spirituality as quickly as possible.
In the Hall family's luxurious villa.
In an art studio, Audrey leisurely smeared oil paint when she heard a
rhythmic knock on the door.
When her maidservant, Annie, opened the door, she saw that it was her
mother, Countess Caitlyn.
Although this lady was close to fifty years old, she looked to be in her
early thirties. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and a beautiful and
graceful appearance, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.
"Mother, is something the matter?" Audrey put down the items in her hand
and stood up, puzzled.
The Countess looked at her daughter, who was even more beautiful than
her younger self. She smiled and said, "I just attended a dinner party.
Lady Della said that you're very interested in psychology and that you
wanted to hire a tutor, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I haven't decided yet..." Audrey replied hesitantly on
purpose, just like she usually did.
How could the Countess not see through her daughter's thoughts? She
smiled and said, "She recommended a psychiatrist named Escalante. If you
have no problem with that, I'll send someone to invite her to tutor you
twice a week. How about that?"
"It's your decision." Audrey's smile blossomed, bit by bit. "Mother,
come and sit here. I'm lacking a beautiful model!"
On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed through the Backlund Morning Post
that Eye of Wisdom's gathering would be held tomorrow night.
He was relieved as he was no longer worried that his acquisition of the
items he needed wouldn't be in time for Miss Sharron's attack on the
enemy.
To celebrate the good news, he decided to take a day off at the Quelaag
Club.