Chapter 35: Conveying the Message

Chapter 35: Conveying the Message

Green, who had been infected on that unnamed island and had undoubtedly died, had appeared again on that same unnamed island?

Emperor, when did you change careers and start writing horror stories? And what happened after that?

Klein’s gaze froze on the final line of the third diary page. Only then did he realize there was no more content.

Besides that, he found the scene Emperor Roselle had described—Beyonder creatures strangely gathering together, seemingly worshiping something unknown—equally chilling. After all, not all Beyonder creatures possessed intelligence and could communicate. Many of them were monsters that had lost control, beings driven only by mad instincts.

Yet these monsters that had lost control had actually gathered together to worship some unknown existence!

What a pity the Emperor didn’t leave the coordinates of that unnamed island… But even if he had, I wouldn’t dare go there right now. If I became infected, died in the outside world, then muddleheadedly revived on the island, that would be a serious problem… At the very least, I’d need to be Sequence 4—perhaps even Sequence 3—before I had the confidence to explore it…

As Klein thought this, he made the diary in his hand vanish. Turning his head toward the Hermit Cattleya, he smiled and said, “What is your request?”

The Hermit Cattleya did not need to consider it. She asked directly, “Honorable Mr. Fool, I would like to know whether Emperor Roselle once joined an extremely secretive and ancient organization.”

Extremely secretive and ancient… The Twilight Hermit Order? Emperor Roselle was once one of their members?

Justice Audrey immediately recalled the organization Mr. Fool had mentioned before.

The Hanged Man Alger also remembered the corresponding matter. When Miss Justice had described the Apostle of Desire incident in Backlund, she had mentioned a mysterious organization. At that time, Mr. Fool had told the members not to speak that organization’s name in the outside world, because “whenever it is spoken, it shall be known.”

An organization like that does indeed match Emperor Roselle’s level… Alger nodded inwardly.

What Klein thought of was something else entirely.

The Queen of Mysteries’s selection of diary pages was based on vague experience. She had no way to ask precisely targeted questions about the content she submitted. In other words, it was highly likely that she could only tell that a certain diary entry was important, that it hid key information, or perhaps determine Roselle’s emotions at the time from the handwriting.

As for Madam Hermit’s question, it posed no difficulty to Klein. He smiled faintly and said, “Yes.”

At the same time, he silently reminded himself:

In the future, I must guard against the Queen of Mysteries asking questions unrelated to the diary pages she submits… Fortunately, I’ve already read a fair amount of Roselle’s diary and understand the Emperor fairly well…

Having answered, he gave no further explanation. Instead, he smiled.

“It is your turn.”

He did not directly say “Twilight Hermit Order” because he was thinking that next time, he could answer another question on this very matter.

The Hermit Cattleya bowed slightly in thanks, then looked toward the Magician.

“I wish to know clues regarding direct descendants of the Abraham family. One thousand pounds.”

She named this price without any psychological burden, because the Queen of Mysteries would certainly compensate her accordingly.

Why is she looking directly at me? Does she already know my teacher is a member of the Abraham family?

The Magician Fors was startled at first, but quickly felt it was not strange. To the members of the Tarot Club other than Madam Hermit, this matter was no secret. It would be quite normal for it to have been mentioned accidentally during a transaction with Madam Hermit.

Although one thousand pounds was extremely tempting, Fors did not intend to sell out information about her teacher. In her life so far, the number of people who had sincerely treated her well could be counted on one hand, so she treasured such feelings deeply.

After weighing her words, the Magician Fors said, “What are you looking for them for?

“If you can provide a reason, I can convey it to them. As for whether anything further develops, that will depend entirely on their wishes. I cannot guarantee it.”

As expected, she is a lady who appears ordinary, but actually hides many secrets, and she handles matters very cautiously and carefully… The Hermit Cattleya sighed inwardly and nodded lightly.

“That is reasonable.

“I am searching for direct descendants of the Abraham family because I hope to obtain information about Mr. Door. Convey this to them and see whether there is any possibility of cooperation.

“Mm, for the conveyance alone, I will pay you 350 pounds in cash. If they are willing to make contact, there will be another 650 pounds afterward.”

Fors endured for a full second before answering, “Deal.”

Only after saying this did she begin to savor the implications hidden in Madam Hermit’s words.

Mr. Door is connected to the Abraham family? That makes sense. My bracelet came from Madam Anlisa and belonged to the Abraham family… Uh, my teacher still doesn’t know that I already know he is from the Abraham family… I can only casually mention it in a letter, saying that at some circle’s gathering, I heard someone was searching for direct descendants of the Abraham family and that it involved something about Mr. Door… I wonder how my teacher will react…

At that moment, Miss Justice beside her felt sincerely happy for her friend, feeling that Fors had finally shaken off the threat of bankruptcy.

Fors is already Sequence 7. She’s almost caught up to me. I need to strive to become a Hypnotist sooner…

As Audrey thought this, her bright eyes swept across the members of the Tarot Club, hoping that someone had clues about the fruit of the Illusory Chime Tree.

Miss Justice’s gaze really makes it hard to refuse… The Magician Fors lowered her head, feeling somewhat embarrassed, because none of her circles had produced any clues about the Illusory Chime Tree’s fruit.

Across from her, the Hanged Man Alger pondered for two seconds and said, “I have a clue, but it will be at least two weeks before I can attempt to obtain it.”

He did indeed have a clue. Long ago, when he and Qilangos had ventured deep into that primitive island, they had found an Illusory Chime Tree. At the time, however, their strength had not been sufficient, and they had not dared approach it. Now that he had hope of advancing to Sequence 5, he naturally did not want to miss an opportunity to earn money. After all, he still owed Admiral of Stars for the sea monster information.

The reason he mentioned it now was a declaration of claim in a certain sense. When the time came, he would explore that place together with the World. It was best to make clear in advance what each of them wished to obtain, lest conflict arise later.

Of course, as a result, when dealing with the Illusory Chime Tree, the World Gehrman Sparrow would most likely stand off to one side and watch, providing no assistance at all.

“No problem!” Audrey was delighted and did not even ask the price.

She had already begun considering that after returning to Backlund in June, she could find a reason or excuse to directly purchase it from the Psychology Alchemists.

After these two transactions concluded, since the other members temporarily had no further needs, the Hermit Cattleya repeated her request to collect the blood of mythical creatures, and the Moon Emlyn once again proposed searching for the remaining four believers of the Primordial Moon. Then the Tarot Club entered the free exchange segment.

The Sun Derrick took the initiative and said, “I have become a Notary.”

That does not need to be reported to us… The Hanged Man felt an urge to cover his face, but he still answered calmly and steadily, “‘Notary’ will indeed greatly strengthen your physique, but it remains more support-oriented. With notarization, an effective ability can be temporarily enhanced; an ineffective ability can be weakened or forcibly dispelled. At the same time, Notaries are skilled at creating contracts. Once they sign and acknowledge one, even a Sequence 5 cannot violate it. Even if a Sequence 4 demigod forcefully breaks the agreement, they must pay no small price…”

As a member of the Church of Storms, understanding the strengths and weaknesses of the Sun pathway was basic knowledge. Thus, Alger explained the specific situation in detail to the little Sun and reminded him that it would be best to choose a mystical item skilled at controlling targets. If none were available, then he should choose one with strong offensive power.

“Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man,” the Sun Derrick said sincerely.

In his heart, within the entire Tarot Club, the greatest and most worthy of reverence was Mr. Fool; the most admirable and most worthy of yearning for was Mr. World; and the most reliable, kindest, and most benevolent was undoubtedly the wise Mr. Hanged Man.

At that moment, the Moon Emlyn was thinking to himself:

This fellow has actually caught up to my level. No, I can’t let him surpass me. I must complete the hunt as quickly as possible and obtain the reward!

After thinking for a few seconds and receiving Mr. Fool’s permission, he manifested the slender puppet shaped like a wooden stake.

“Ladies and gentlemen, does anyone know what this is?”

He was well aware that Mr. Fool must know the answer, but for the moment he had nothing to use for an equivalent exchange with this great existence. Therefore, he could only see whether the other members of the Tarot Club had some understanding of it.

Isn’t that the puppet I saw at that gathering? Mr. Moon has already found the target…

The Magician Fors also waited curiously for someone else to answer.

The Hermit Cattleya examined it carefully for a few seconds and slowly frowned.

“This should be a ‘Moon Envoy.’

“It is a Beyonder item created by the believers of the Primordial Moon through centuries-long, bloody rituals. It is said that divine power was fused into them. Every single one possesses unimaginable terror.

“Where did you obtain it? This is very dangerous. It would be best to hand it over to the higher levels of your Sanguine.”

The Moon Emlyn shifted his sitting posture, gave a heh, and said, “I encountered it while hunting that believer of the Primordial Moon.

“She is already dead, and I am still alive.”

Mr. Moon’s showing off is so obvious at a glance… Veteran Spectator Audrey laughed softly inwardly.

The Hermit Cattleya, however, was startled. Deliberately not concealing it, she asked, “How did you manage that?

“Did the higher levels of your Sanguine provide assistance?”

The Moon Emlyn opened his mouth but suddenly found he did not quite know how to answer.

Only then did he realize that this topic was not suitable for deeper discussion.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat and glanced toward the highest seat at the long bronze table. “I requested Mr. Fool’s help.”