Chapter 768: "Conversation" Between Smart People

Sought help from Mr. Fool? You can do that? Cattleya was

stunned by what she heard.

Having been punished and discovering that "His" Blessed, Gehrman

Sparrow, was becoming more and more impressive, she no longer had any

doubts regarding Mr. Fool's status or abilities. She even knew that when

Mr. Fool pulled her in through the use of an ancient item, allowing her

to escape the pursuit of knowledge, she had come to realize that "He"

was an existence at least at the level of the Hidden Sage or Primordial

Moon. However, for certain reasons, "He" wasn't able to interfere with

the real world, making her suspect "Him" to be an ancient god that was

undergoing an awakening process.

The Moon's words left her surprised that Mr. Fool was able to provide

substantial help to the Tarot Club members, and wasn't just someone who

could only provide knowledge or pull them above the gray fog.

*On the one hand, this means that in times of danger, I can also pray

directly to Mr. Fool for help... This is more ridiculous than any

ritual... On the other hand, it reveals the fact that Mr. Fool's

recovery process is faster than I had imagined...* Many thoughts

instantly flashed through Cattleya's mind.

Audrey, Derrick, and company weren't that surprised. They had more or

less sought Mr. Fool's help in the past, and they had even witnessed the

angel under this great existence.

Seeing everyone's gaze fall on him, Emlyn shrank his neck as he lifted

his chin.

"I paid a price.

"It was a fair and equal exchange!"

*Fair and equal exchange... A mighty existence's immediate and effective

response is priceless!* Cattleya couldn't help but retort

inwardly.

She didn't directly say it, because she too wished to use the

opportunity of such a "fair and equal exchange" in the future. It would

imply that she would have an additional life compared to others!

Fors was quite puzzled by Mr. Moon's deliberate emphasis on the

principle of fair and equal exchange. Everyone who had sought Mr. Fool's

help had made a corresponding payment!

*Mr. Moon sure is a man who cares about his reputation, no---a

Sanguine...* Audrey seriously evaluated Emlyn's emotional

changes that happened over a span of seconds.

As the exchange continued, the Tarot Gathering slowly came to an end.

After returning to the City of Silver, Derrick first recalled a Notary's

strengths and weaknesses mentioned by Mr. Hanged Man. Then, he once

again headed for the twin towers that was north of the city to select a

mystical item.

He didn't do this before, because his condition wasn't stable after

advancing. He was worried that making contact with a mystical item would

lead to him losing control.

Inside the spire, Derrick Berg listed his requirements after finishing

the paperwork. He saw a filtered list of items and obtained the

corresponding documents that contained the information.

After having a careful read and observation period, he quickly narrowed

down the choices to two:

The first was Cardi's Ring. It was ancient and simple in appearance, and

it was completely iron-black in color. It was engraved with dark and

complicated patterns. It was left behind by a resident of the City of

Silver a long time ago. It could aid the wearer in awing a target,

causing them to stop. It could also make ordinary humans temporarily

lose their reason, or it could awaken the hidden emotions and memories

of a crazy monster, allowing them to enter a brief period of confusion

in which they wouldn't deliver any attacks.

The other item was Thunder God's Roar. It was obtained from a city that

was in ruins. It was rather heavy and resembled a sledgehammer. It was

dark blue in color while silver lightning swirled around it. Holding its

handle felt like holding the leg bone of a creature. It could produce

sounds that left the enemy in fear and chaos while in combat, as though

a Thunder God had descended upon the ground as "He" kept roaring. Every

strike brought with it a potent destructiveness with no lack of

terrifying lightning.

The negative effect of Cardi's Ring was that the wearer would

unknowingly produce another "self." Therefore, one needed to

periodically receive treatment from a Psyche Analyst. If there were any

missed treatments, then it could result in the aggravation of the

problem, making it harder to treat. And eventually, the two selves would

enter a fight, ultimately leading to losing control.

In contrast, Thunder God's Roar didn't have that many latent risks. It

would only make the user be a little irascible bit by bit. As long as

one periodically vented their emotions, there wouldn't be a problem.

However, it also had another side effect. In a completely dark

environment, the chances of being attacked by terrifying monsters from

the depths of darkness was one hundred percent!

The chances of being attacked is one hundred percent... Upon

seeing this number, Derrick turned gloomy. This meant that many City of

Silver residents had vanished because of this reason.

They were the former owners of Thunder God's Roar!

*Which should I choose? Generating another "self" is terrifying. Miss

Justice has mentioned before that it's called dissociative identity

disorder... Thunder God's Roar not only has a power that affects the

enemy's state, but it also has a rather powerful offensive capability...

My Axe of Hurricane has been used too many times, so it will likely be

damaged ahead of time... I can produce light by myself, so I don't have

to be worried about absolute darkness...* Derrick thought for a

moment and pointed at the dark blue sledgehammer.

"I want Thunder God's Roar."

160 Böklund Street. Klein walked out of his master bedroom and saw

Butler Walter waiting for him with a few invitation letters in hand.

"Sir, there are a total of three invitations this week. There's an

afternoon tea session on Wednesday, a literary salon on Friday, and a

banquet on Saturday. They were sent from..."

Klein listened with a warm expression before saying with a smile, "Tell

these friendly inviters that I'll be participating."

"Alright, sir." Walter bowed and left the third story.

Seeing the figure disappear from the stairwell, Klein couldn't help but

sigh inwardly.

*After another week of such invitations, it will be my turn to invite my

neighbors for a banquet or a ball...*

*By repeating this act of inviting others and being invited, I'll really

enter their circles and would be recommended by them to important

figures at even higher levels. I'll be able to enter different

clubs...*

*Heh heh, such recommendations are definitely established on a

foundation of having sufficient wealth. A person without any value

wouldn't be recommended...*

*Socializing for high society is truly troublesome. It'll take at least

another month before I'll get to make contact with people who were

slightly involved in the Great Smog of Backlund... The Church is easier.

As long as there's enough donations and enough piousness, I'll be able

to freely enter and exit to listen to the bishop's preachings. Of

course, that's on the premise I pass the investigation...*

*If everything goes well, I'll be able to figure out the rotation

schedule of the Keepers and find a chance to go behind Chanis

Gate...*

Klein reined in his thoughts as he instructed his valet, Richardson, to

bring him his coat, hat, and cane.

According to his schedule, he was to head to the Royal Grand Theater to

see the most popular play, "The Betrayer's Ring," in recent times.

This isn't solely for entertainment. It's to understand the popular

plays, famous music, and trending novels. Only then could he have a

common topic of conversation at the various high society gatherings.

*Being a popular gentleman must be tiring. Behind a one-minute

performance lies ten years of hard work... Social gatherings such as

these are really exhausting...* As Klein lampooned, he allowed

Richardson to help him wear a coat before he sat in his high-end

four-wheeled carriage. He headed for the Royal Grand Theater in West

Borough, where he had a luxurious box to himself, and watched "The

Betrayer's Ring."

*It's different from television and movies. A play's acting is more

exaggerated and impactful. Yes, this is determined by the acting

environment...*

*The story isn't bad. But why does it seem familiar? Don't tell me that

it's a story adapted from Emperor Roselle's works...*

*These are likely famous play actors. The papers have mentioned them

before. It's said that they're very popular, just like celebrities on

Earth during the age of the Internet...*

*As long as I participate in the gatherings of high society, I'll

definitely have the opportunity of meeting them...* As Klein

watched the play, he habitually lampooned inwardly.

Cherwood Borough, at the ticket booth of a large theater.

Melissa, who finally had her turn, pushed the notes and coins through

the booth window and said, "The Betrayer's Ring. Two tickets. 3 p.m. on

Sunday."

After watching "The Betrayer's Ring," Klein sat in his carriage as he

sipped a cup of black tea and received the evening papers that

Richardson had purchased.

He first flipped through the play's critic column, and he found the

comments from some professional critics. He compared their reviews to

his own, and he gradually formulated a unique and profound experience.

*Yes, at the very least, it's enough to fool those ladies and

gentlemen...* After Klein finished his "homework," he leisurely

read the papers and was surprised to find a piece of news.

"The Backlund Bike Company's 10% shares have been sold. Further

inquiries won't be entertained!"

*It's done? By publishing this piece of news, it means Mr. Isengard has

already received the money...* Klein was first delighted before

he frowned slightly.

His gaze landed on the exclamation mark at the end!

The information was indeed what he and Isengard Stanton had agreed upon

ahead of time, but he found that exclamation mark was rather harsh on

the eyes.

*Such a statement doesn't need an exclamation mark... Mr. Isengard is a

person who pays attention to details. He wouldn't give the papers free

rein... He deliberately left the exclamation to pass a message?*

He's giving a warning? While pondering, Klein suddenly

realized something.

*The 10% shares which Isengard Stanton sold are obviously from Sherlock

Moriarty. With the former's character, he wouldn't sell it for no

reason. In a certain sense, this means that Sherlock Moriarty or his

proxy has returned to Backlund!*

*Therefore, one of the factions of the royal family that was involved

with the Great Smog of Backlund had acutely noticed this situation and

has begun monitoring Detective Isengard Stanton, hoping to capture the

person who heads over to claim the cash!*

How should I get the money... Klein seemed to naturally read

the papers as he began seriously considering the pertinent question.