Chapter 158: Preparedness Prevents Trouble

Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Eight
Preparedness Prevents Trouble

Miss Justice can always keep such a cheerful mood. How enviable. I wish I could be like that too…

Hearing that light, brisk greeting, Klein, seated upright at the head of the bronze long table, could not help sighing silently to himself.

But then he remembered that the other party could casually take out one thousand pounds in cash, and suddenly felt that maintaining a mood as pleasant as Miss Justice’s would be very difficult for him indeed…

The Sun, Derrick Berg, was a young man who cared greatly about his own credibility. He immediately answered, “I have obtained the Telepathist formula.”

During this period, he had sorted through the inheritance left by his parents. Aside from the house, the furniture, and a few objects kept for remembrance, he had taken every valuable item to the City of Silver’s “black market” and exchanged them for the Telepathist formula and the ingredients for the Bard potion. For now, he was relying solely on rationed food to live.

But he believed such conditions would not last long. Once he passed the combat assessment, he would be able to join the teams that cleared away the surrounding “things of darkness” and receive generous compensation.

When I truly grow strong, I will apply to become a member of the elite teams, explore the depths of darkness, and find a way to lift the curse…

As Derrick thought with hidden hope, he turned his head toward the Fool within the dense gray fog.

Last time, he had noticed that after Miss Justice requested Mr. Fool’s permission, the unknown Roselle diary had strangely appeared directly!

Although Derrick did not understand what was happening, he felt it was better to look at Mr. Fool first.

“Recall the formula in your mind first. Then pick up the pen beside you and give it an intense desire for expression,” Klein said, leaning back leisurely in his chair.

Because the Sun came from the City of Silver in the suspected Forsaken Land of the Gods, what he manifested before him was not a fountain pen, but a quill.

Of course, there was still no ink.

Derrick did not dare doubt the Fool’s words. He immediately gripped the quill that had suddenly appeared beside him.

Within a few seconds, following the instructions, he unsurprisingly saw the Telepathist potion formula appear upon the yellow-brown parchment before him.

After examining it twice, Derrick remained silent and pushed the promised item toward Miss Justice.

Audrey took it with excitement, delight, anticipation, and perfect restraint. Sweeping her gaze over it, she took every word Klein had translated into her mind.

“Main ingredients: the complete pituitary gland of a Phantom Drake; ten milliliters of spinal fluid from a Half-Wraith Rabbit.

“Supplementary ingredients…”

Main ingredients I have never heard of… Mm, I still do not know enough… Recently, I have been cramming common extraordinary materials and names from Fors and Xio, but clearly there is still more to learn…

Audrey thought with faint frustration.

At such times, she had already forgotten what it meant to be a Spectator.

Suddenly, Audrey heard faint tapping and instinctively looked toward the very top of the bronze long table.

To her pleasant surprise, she saw Mr. Fool lightly tapping the table edge with the index finger of His right hand while gently nodding at her in indication.

What is happening?

Audrey was bewildered, her eyes blank.

Just as she was about to ask, from the corner of her eye, she saw the Telepathist formula before her change. Quite a few annotations had been added:

“Main ingredients: the complete pituitary gland of a Phantom Drake, also known as a Seven-Colored Lizard Dragon; ten milliliters of spinal fluid from a Half-Wraith Rabbit, also known as a Farsman rabbit.

“Supplementary ingredients…”

I know these now!

Audrey was first stunned, then felt intense joy surge from the bottom of her heart.

“Thank you, Mr. Fool. You truly are very learned.”

She looked once again toward the head of the table and offered sincere gratitude and praise.

The Hanged Man, Alger, did not know what exactly had happened, but he held considerable disdain for Justice’s words.

How could a great figure similar to a deity be described as learned?

At that kind of level, such an existence, in a certain sense, was equal to knowledge itself!

As for Klein, he accepted Miss Justice’s praise with perfect composure, because this was not something he had managed only through accidentally obtaining the Psychology Alchemists’ Telepathist formula.

After pulling the Sun into the Tarot Club, based on the special nature of the City of Silver where the other party lived, he had constantly been preparing against similar problems. He had continuously searched through corresponding materials and studied them. Even if Daxter Guderian had not obtained the formula in time, Klein could still easily have completed the annotations just now. And through his earlier divination and the comparison he had just made, he was certain that both Telepathist formulas were correct.

This is what it means to be prepared and avoid trouble…

Klein thought, faintly pleased with himself.

Audrey read the Telepathist formula again and again. Only reluctantly did she withdraw her gaze, then skillfully “expressed” Emperor Roselle’s diary.

“This is what you deserve,” she said, setting down the fountain pen and looking toward the Fool within the gray fog. “In addition, how about I give your blessed one another three hundred—three hundred pounds?”

She sounded somewhat guilty, because the three pages of Roselle’s diary had only cost her twenty pounds, while the formula for Sheriff, likewise Sequence 8, required four hundred and fifty pounds.

In other words, by simple arithmetic, aside from the three pages of notes, she should pay an additional four hundred and thirty pounds.

However, Audrey felt that her own luck had also played a part. The seller had not understood the value of Roselle’s diary, which allowed her to purchase it at such a very low price.

Emperor Roselle’s diary pages are worth at least—at least fifty pounds per page!

Audrey quietly clenched her fist, silently cheering herself on.

Three hundred pounds? To this day, the only time I have ever seen that much money was at Sir Deweyville’s…

Klein sighed inwardly. Pretending to have not the slightest interest in money, he calmly nodded.

“A reasonable transaction.

“This is my blessed one’s information.”

He worked hard to avoid having words like Backlund Bank and bearer account come out of the Fool’s mouth, where they would damage His grandeur. Instead, Klein directly manifested the information on the parchment before her.

The previous Wednesday, while investigating red-chimney houses, Klein had found time to visit the Tingen branch of Backlund Bank in disguise and open a bearer account.

With that kind of account, so long as one remembered the account number and provided the corresponding password phrase, the balance could be withdrawn from any branch of Backlund Bank.

If the account opener considered this method insufficiently secure, they could add a signature and fingerprint comparison, but that would make the process much more troublesome.

For the sake of secrecy and hiding his identity, Klein had not set it up that way. He had left only a password phrase.

That password phrase was written in ancient Hermes: “The Fool that does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”

Because ancient Hermes could be used unprotected for sacrifice and prayer, no matter who it was, if they dared copy that password phrase down, it would equal reciting my name. When that happens, I can immediately receive the corresponding notification and go above the gray fog to determine whether it is a normal situation or whether someone is attempting to steal my wealth!

Klein was extremely satisfied with this method he had devised.

Its only flaw was that it would slightly leak the existence of the Fool, but that was still within an acceptable range.

Audrey pushed Roselle’s diary toward Mr. Fool while taking the parchment with His blessed one’s information. It noted Backlund Bank and the corresponding bearer account number, made up of a string of digits.

I wonder whether Mr. Fool’s blessed one is a gentleman or a lady, and what Sequence they are… Mm, they must be very powerful. At the very least, they should not be inferior to Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos…

Audrey’s thoughts scattered uncontrollably.

But she quickly restrained her attention and began memorizing the bearer account.

“There is no need to make it so troublesome,” she then heard the Fool say in His deep, calm voice. “After returning home, silently recite my name, and you will be able to write out the corresponding information directly.”

It is like when I drew the red-chimney scene obtained through divination… The account number is very important. It absolutely cannot be remembered incorrectly…

Klein silently added those two sentences in his heart.

That works too?

Judging from Mr. Fool’s words, He is very confident… As expected of a great figure close to divinity. Even this sort of thing can be done…

Audrey was startled for a moment, then relaxed, feeling that this was only logical and reasonable.

But why did I work so hard to memorize the formula earlier?

Audrey suddenly became a little lost.

At that moment, Klein pressed down on the page of Roselle’s diary. He did not rush to read it. Instead, he turned toward the Sun and calmly asked, “What compensation do you hope to receive?”

Derrick thought seriously for a moment and said, “Recently, I do not urgently want any item… I should be able to digest the Bard potion very soon. Let the compensation accumulate there, mm, as preparation for the corresponding Sequence 8 formula, or the necessary ingredients.”

Sequence 8 is Light Suppliant. I have that… As for the ingredients, even if I can obtain them, I do not know how to give them to you… Digest… The City of Silver really does grasp the acting method… Mm… The highest combat strength there is only Sequence 4. Is that because they are limited by ingredients?

Klein nodded thoughtfully, indicating that the transaction was concluded.

Audrey also keenly noticed the word “digest.” After some consideration, she asked, “Mr. Sun, have you grasped the acting method?”

Derrick looked at Miss Justice in puzzlement and answered frankly, “This is not something strange… The City of Silver’s general education classes teach the acting method.”

General education classes teach the acting method…

Audrey glanced at the Hanged Man and discovered that he was also looking at her. Both sides abruptly fell silent.

The Sun’s origins really are extremely mysterious. I wonder where Mr. Fool pulled him from into the Tarot Club… The more I think about it, the more awe-inspiring it becomes…

After a moment, Audrey glanced toward the Fool, who sat high amid the thick gray fog and showed not the slightest surprise.

Just then, the Hanged Man, Alger, probed, “Mr. Sun, do your classes explain the precautions of the acting method clearly?”

“Yes.”

Derrick nodded without hesitation.

“Our general education classes explain it very clearly. The acting method has only one precaution: Remember that you are only acting.”

Just as I expected… We are using a clever method to bypass the obstruction, thoroughly dissolving the residual mental influence within the potion instead of surrendering to it…

Sun, you really are a simple young man. Important information was tricked out of you so easily…

Klein smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward Roselle’s diary before him.