Chapter 91: The Growing Tarot Club

Chapter 91: The Growing Tarot Club

As the captain of the Future, Cattleya had a far deeper understanding than most of the danger Frank Lee secretly carried. She understood that this chief mate’s wild ideas could sometimes truly bring about terrifying, insane developments. If those “creations” had not yet been able to spread, lacking the necessary elements, Cattleya believed this world would already be different.

Of course, if such a day truly came, she would definitely be the first to eliminate Frank Lee and throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

Without divinity, even if certain things succeed, they will only be confined to a very small region and unable to spread outward, unable to bring about a great disaster… Simply advancing to Sequence 5 will not produce a qualitative change. Besides, Frank has been relatively restrained recently, focusing on researching plants that can survive in darkness or grow by feeding on monster corpses…

As thoughts circled back and forth, changing through many twists, the Hermit Cattleya finally made her decision.

“How much money do you want in exchange for it?”

She could vaguely sense that the World, Gehrman Sparrow, seemed rather short on money recently.

“Eight thousand pounds. If a large number of gold coins are used instead, there can be a discount.” Klein secretly breathed out in relief and controlled the dummy, the World, to answer.

Thinking that Frank Lee should be able to produce such an amount and certainly would be unable to refuse the Beyonder characteristic of a Druid, Cattleya pondered for two seconds and said, “Deal. Give me one week to gather it.”

“No problem.” Klein made the World, Gehrman Sparrow, withdraw his gaze.

Regarding the trip to the primitive island, if not for attracting the attention of that existence in the depths of the church at the end, he now felt he could give it a full score. In less than half a night, he had obtained a Card of Blasphemy that could not be measured with money, a mystical item worth no less than ten thousand pounds, and perhaps sixteen thousand gold pounds, all without paying taxes. Even robbing a bank would not be this fast!

What a pity. That primitive island disappeared. Otherwise, whenever I was short of money, I could go there for a spin…

As Klein’s thoughts wandered, he saw Miss Justice look toward Mr. Hanged Man and ask with expectation in her voice, “Do you have the fruit of the Illusory Chime Tree?”

Audrey actually already had some expectations regarding the answer, because Mr. World had recently harvested so many Sequence 5 Beyonder characteristics, and Mr. Hanged Man and he were suspected of having privately cooperated within the past week. It was unlikely they had obtained nothing.

This can be interpreted from the certainty and satisfaction in Mr. Hanged Man’s state… Justice Audrey had grown increasingly confident in her own “observation.”

The Hanged Man Alger chuckled.

“I was just about to tell you. I have already obtained that fruit.”

Wonderful!

Audrey controlled herself and did not behave too excitedly.

This meant that she had already gathered all the ingredients for the Hypnotist potion. She only needed to wait until her Psychiatrist potion was completely digested, and then she could attempt advancement.

And that would not take long!

Having become the listener and comforter of everyone’s troubles within the aristocratic circles of East Chester County, Audrey was very certain of that in her heart.

To be frank, if she had not deliberately guided those nobles into speaking, Audrey truly would have found it impossible to imagine that most of them, despite always looking dignified, radiant, and smiling, were actually enduring no small amount of pressure and carried pains outsiders could scarcely imagine. The changes of the era and the tides of society made many of them constantly worry over their families’ and their own futures. Of course, that also had to do with the fact that they were not great nobles and…