Chapter 93: Appointment

Chapter 93: Appointment

Hearing Mr. Hanged Man’s question, the Sun, Derrick, responded somewhat ashamedly.

“No. During this period, I have been constantly assigned patrol duties. I have never found a gap to investigate.”

Alger was not surprised by this, but he found another matter strange.

“Why not ask friends you are on decent terms with for help?

“You do not have to tell them the true purpose. You can break the entire matter into very small, unobtrusive tasks and have them collect information in different areas separately. This way, you will neither expose anything nor drag them into danger.”

The Sun, Derrick, fell silent for several seconds before saying, “I have no friends.”

Before his parents died, he had actually had a fair number of friends in general education classes and on the combat training grounds. After all, the generation of similar age within the City of Silver only had so many people. They often met one another and might even become teammates. But after that incident, Derrick had closed himself off for a long time. Later, he carried the secret of the Tarot Club on his back, and without realizing it, he had drifted farther and farther away from his friends. They grew distant and no longer kept much contact. The last person who had visited his home as a guest was Dark Regence, who had been contaminated by the True Creator.

The Hanged Man, Alger, was briefly choked by the Sun’s answer. Only after taking a breath did he reorganize his words.

“This is not good.

“You cannot save the City of Silver by relying only on yourself. You must unite a group of people and have friends who can provide help at critical moments.”

“But that will make them suspect…” the Sun said hesitantly.

Alger immediately said solemnly, “Being suspected is better than being killed.

“The City of Silver is standing at a dangerous crossroads. You must think clearly about what needs to be done.

“In matters like this, sacrifice is inevitable. There may even be many sacrifices. Do you want their sacrifices to be meaningless, or to carry value?”

He said no more, leaving the Sun, Derrick, to struggle inwardly and painfully consider the words just now.

Mr. Hanged Man always manages to find persuasive reasons…

Klein sighed inwardly, then had the World, Gehrman Sparrow, turn his head toward Justice Audrey.

“Can you currently treat relatively serious mental illnesses?”

His understanding of Psychiatrist was limited to Frenzy and Dragon Might. He did not know enough about the other aspects, only having occasionally heard Miss Justice mention Soothe and Psychological Suggestion. Therefore, he could not determine to what extent she could treat mental illness.

Justice Audrey’s spirits rose. She answered eagerly, “Yes. There is no problem.

“Mr. World, do you have a friend who needs treatment?”

I happen to be lacking cases! she thought with a little excitement.

At this moment, the Moon, Emlyn, raised his right hand and covered his mouth and nose, as though he already knew the answer.

Klein soundlessly sighed and made the World laugh hoarsely.

“No. I am the one who needs treatment.”

The entire magnificent palace suddenly became extremely quiet.

The Hanged Man Alger, the Hermit Cattleya, and the Magician Fors all knew that Mr. World was a mad adventurer, but they had truly never imagined that he had already developed a relatively serious mental illness and was on the verge of complete madness!

Is this the price of power? Fors shivered, becoming even more afraid of Gehrman Sparrow.

A mad adventurer can still communicate and reason a little. But once he becomes a true lunatic, there will be no solution at all!

The Nightmare Candle did not fully cure his mental illness? It is already this serious? Having expected something of the sort, the Moon Emlyn felt that the World could go insane at any moment.

The Sun, Derrick, did not think that far. He was simply concerned for Mr. World. He originally wanted to say that the City of Silver had Psychoanalysts who could provide treatment, but immediately realized that this would expose too many problems. He could only force himself to close his mouth and look toward Miss Justice with anticipation.

Justice Audrey was surprised, stunned, and puzzled. After weighing her words, she said, “Mr. World, based on my observations, you do not seem to have any relatively serious mental illness.

“If you are merely somewhat anxious and under great pressure, then at the current stage, you can recover through self-regulation and proper relaxation. Direct treatment is not required.”

The World, Gehrman Sparrow, gave another low laugh.

“You did not notice because my previous mental illness has already been cured.

“I am only making an appointment now. If similar signs appear again in the future, I hope I can receive timely treatment.”

So that’s how it is… Justice Audrey nodded in relief.

She suddenly felt some pity for Mr. World. She felt that, on the surface, he was a cold harvester who could kill several Sequence 5s in a single week, a deep and gloomy Blessed of Mr. Fool, a terrifyingly powerful Beyonder. Yet inside, he seemed much closer to a normal person, enduring enormous pressure, corroded by all kinds of negative emotions, step by step walking toward an abyss of suffering.

After considering for a few seconds, Audrey said sincerely, “As long as you are within the range where I can move about, there will be no problem.”

After her coming-of-age ceremony, she already possessed a certain degree of freedom. She could remain in Storn, the capital of East Chester County, while her parents vacationed at the family castle. However, this freedom was still limited. It was not as though she could go wherever she wanted. Even in Storn, there were many places she could not visit unless she joined one of the Evernight Goddess Church’s charity organizations in the future.

“Good.” Klein, who had grazed a Traveler, breathed in relief and made the World reply, “When the time comes, you will determine the location and prepare a method that does not expose your identity.”

Justice Audrey gave an “Mm,” and a scene naturally appeared in her mind.

She and Mr. World would be in two private rooms in a certain place, speaking and undergoing treatment through a layer of wall or wooden panel.

In that situation, Mr. World cannot confirm whether the person on the other side of the wall is really me. To him, as long as he receives effective treatment, it will be enough… In other words, if I cannot get away, I can have Susie squat there! Mr. World will definitely find it hard to believe that the one treating him might be a dog~! Mm, Susie does not know about the Tarot Club. Unless there is truly no other choice, I still cannot let her help handle Mr. World…

As Audrey thought, she suddenly felt a prank-like delight and barely managed to stop the corners of her mouth from lifting.

After settling that matter, Klein thought of another question and turned the World toward the Hermit Cattleya.

“Can you provide a crate of explosives?”

He believed that, as a pirate admiral, she definitely did not lack resources in this area.

“Yes. When do you want it?” Cattleya did not ask why.

The World, Gehrman Sparrow, had killed so many Sequence 5s. A crate of explosives was merely a trivial matter among trivial matters.

“Give it to me together with Broken Finger,” the World, Gehrman Sparrow, said under Klein’s control. “How much?”

Cattleya answered without caring much, “Consider it a free addition to the purchase of Broken Finger.”

A crate of explosives was not expensive at sea. It was even relatively cheap.

I like this kind of arrangement…

The Fool, Klein, remarked inwardly and had the World nod. Then he turned and gave a reminder:

“As for that mural earlier, try not to recall it in reality, much less draw it.”

Justice Audrey and the other members subconsciously looked toward the seat of honor at the bronze long table. Seeing that Mr. Fool did not deny this statement, they all grew solemn and did not dare be careless.

This also made the Hermit Cattleya temporarily set aside the thought of writing to the Queen of Mysteries, Bernadette, for advice regarding that matter. She planned to meet in person and then consider whether there was a suitable method to avoid possible influence.

After that, the free exchange segment slowly drew to a close, and silence returned above the gray fog.

…

Back aboard the Future, Admiral of Stars Cattleya stood behind the window of the captain’s cabin, hesitating visibly for a while.

Finally, she inhaled deeply, slowly breathed out, pushed her glasses up, and left the captain’s cabin, heading toward Frank Lee’s room.

This chief mate had recently been “expelled” by a vote of all the crew to the lowest deck, lest the products of his experiments suddenly spread.

Frank Lee was quite satisfied with this. His new residence clearly had much more space, and it also met the condition of a dark environment.

Knock, knock, knock. Cattleya arrived at the lower deck and rapped her knuckles against the wooden door.

“Wait a moment!” Frank Lee answered loudly, busy with something unknown inside the room.

Nearly a minute later, he finally opened the wooden door with his sleeves rolled up and asked in confusion, “Captain, is something the matter?”

Cattleya did not answer directly. With the help of her night vision, she glanced into the pitch-black interior. She saw a bluish-green fish lying on the table, eyes wide and staring upward. From the gaps between its scales grew clusters of green shoots, some already mature and bearing wheat ears.

“You succeeded?” Cattleya asked, controlling the urge to step backward.

Frank nodded with delight, then immediately shook his head.

“Not yet, but I have made major progress!

“I crossbred wheat, mushrooms, and a little Rose Bishop cell tissue, obtaining the first-stage product. Placing them in a fish’s belly, even without any light, they can absorb flesh and blood and grow to maturity.

“The current problem is that the target object is a monster corpse. After absorbing its flesh and blood, how do we prevent toxins and madness from accumulating in the final food product?

“Also, reproduction is a problem. There cannot be that many Rose Bishops willing to serve as materials, so they must possess the ability to absorb flesh and blood and divide on their own…”

After listening to Frank Lee’s description, Admiral of Stars Cattleya silently pushed up her glasses and said, “If food like that enters a human’s stomach, will it absorb flesh and blood and reproduce on its own?”

Frank Lee abruptly sank into thought. After several seconds, he said, “Theoretically, no, because no one would eat them raw.

“Mm, I need to verify their activity under high temperatures. No, they do not currently possess the ability to divide on their own, so whether they remain active is not important…”

Watching the chaotic Frank Lee, Cattleya once again became conflicted.

Only after quite a while did she slowly say, “I have a channel to obtain the Beyonder characteristic of a Druid. Do you need it?”

“Ah? Of course!” Frank immediately grew excited. “Many times, my abilities have seriously restricted my ideas!”

This… I regret it a little…

Such a thought suddenly surfaced in Cattleya’s mind.