Chapter 179: Praise Mr. Fool

Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Nine
Praise Mr. Fool

Hearing the Fool’s answer, the Hanged Man, Alger, quietly sighed in relief, lowered his head, and said humbly, “Please allow me to praise Your hearing in advance.”

Because I am also very curious… very curious what kind of magical item could make a Sequence 6 Wind-blessed believe that obtaining it would give him the strength of Sequence 4… very curious what a pirate admiral wants to do in Backlund…

Klein smiled faintly, maintaining his profound and silent air.

After all, I never promised that hearing the report means providing help!

He emphasized inwardly.

However, compared to before, he did have more confidence now, because his ally in the real world—the mysterious Mr. Azik—was currently in Backlund.

If there truly was a need, Klein would be willing to use the copper whistle and ask Azik for help. Of course, he definitely would not mention the Tarot Club. He could only vaguely indicate that the information came from a certain source.

There were two problems in this matter.

First, Klein and Azik were currently only collaborators. The other party was not guaranteed to provide help, unless the thing Qilangos wanted to do, or the magical item involved, could arouse his interest.

Second, Klein was not clear how strong Azik currently was. Even after adjusting his guess and believing that Azik was a high-Sequence powerhouse, he still had to cautiously consider the weakening caused by “amnesia.” After all, knowledge often equaled power, and incomplete knowledge would certainly discount that power greatly.

Under such circumstances, Klein could not guarantee whether Azik could deal with Qilangos, who possessed Creeping Hunger. He therefore worried somewhat that he might cause someone he knew to encounter danger. Unless absolutely necessary, he truly did not want to trouble the other man.

Thinking about the terrifying “messenger” summoned by Mr. Azik’s copper whistle… No. How does that thing look like a messenger? It is enough to play the role of a boss! Mm, even if Mr. Azik cannot defeat Qilangos strengthened by Creeping Hunger, he should at least be able to protect himself easily and have spare strength to save the Hanged Man and Miss Justice’s Beyonder companions…

Klein adjusted his sitting posture thoughtfully. Still leaning back against the chair, he leisurely placed his right leg atop his left.

The Hanged Man, Alger, looked toward the Fool and spoke again.

“I will soon obtain a batch of Emperor Roselle’s diary pages. I believe that at the next gathering, or the one after that, I will be able to present them to You.”

According to the Church of the Lord of Storms’ divisions, Pritz Harbor fell under the Backlund diocese, so Alger could enter the Kingdom’s capital under the pretext of reporting on his previous voyage and wait for Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos to expose himself.

Historically, Backlund had once been the headquarters of the Church of the Lord of Storms. Only at the end of the previous epoch, after the Loen Kingdom was established, had they relocated their sacred altar to Pasu Island. Therefore, from any angle, the Backlund diocese of the Lord of Storms was second only to the headquarters of the seven major Churches. The richness of its information reserves could be imagined.

In such circumstances, Roselle diaries—which could not be deciphered and were semi-openly available for Beyonders of the Church to study—would certainly be rather easy to gather. Alger was very confident about this.

Klein deliberately let a little pleasure enter his tone and lightly nodded.

“Very good.”

His true feelings at that moment were half delight and half worry. He was delighted that he would soon be able to read many pages of Roselle’s diary, which might record quite a bit of useful information. He was worried about what he could exchange with the Hanged Man. After all, no one could say whether those diary pages would contain something that interested Alger, or rather, whether they contained enough value.

Even a Seer cannot know that ahead of time… Do I really have to let my “blessed one” help?

Klein sighed soundlessly.

Seeing the exchange between the Hanged Man and Mr. Fool come to an end, Audrey Hall hurriedly asked, “Honorable Mr. Fool, if I obtain intelligence that is extremely useful and clearly time-sensitive, may I also recite Your name and inform You through ritual?”

Time-sensitive… Listen to how elegant Miss Justice’s wording is. Compared with her, Hanged Man, you are far too crude!

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly and spoke through the thick gray fog.

“You may.”

Wonderful!

Audrey quietly clenched her fist.

At the same time, Klein turned his head toward Derrick Berg, the Sun, who had been silently listening, and said in a gentle tone, “The same applies to you.”

“Yes, Mr. Fool,” Derrick said, lowering his head.

Inside the towering palace above the gray fog, the scene fell quiet for several seconds. Audrey took the initiative and said, “I need the complete pituitary gland of a Seven-Colored Lizard Dragon.”

One of the main ingredients of the Telepathist potion?

The Hanged Man, Alger, nodded almost imperceptibly, as though thinking.

“I do not have it. To be honest, I have seen that kind of creature only in textbooks,” the Sun, Derrick, said after hearing the automatically translated term “Phantom Drake.”

What kind of textbook introduces extraordinary creatures? How enviable… The similar information I obtain at Beyonder gatherings is either direct oral description or a few crumpled sheets of paper, unsystematic and lacking structure… In the future, I must find a chance to trade for the Sun’s textbooks! Hm, what he is interested in is the Bard pathway formula…

Audrey thought with a burst of envy.

Just then, Alger looked toward the Fool, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the opposite side. After some consideration, he said, “I may be able to obtain the complete pituitary gland of a Seven-Colored Lizard Dragon.”

Before Audrey could be delighted, he added, “But the premise is finding Qilangos. When that happens, combined with the compensation I owe you, it should exactly equal the value of a complete Seven-Colored Lizard Dragon pituitary gland. Miss Justice, perhaps you do not know this, but this sub-dragon is already close to extinction. At present, only certain primitive islands in the Mist Sea, Berserk Sea, and Sonia Sea still show traces of them, and the coordinates of those islands are known only by a very small number of people. Heh. If you are interested in the future, we can conduct a certain exchange in that area, because I am one of those few.”

I am also interested in those primitive islands…

Klein listened silently to their conversation.

Thinking of Seven-Colored Lizard Dragons, a dragon subspecies, being close to extinction, he suddenly remembered the joke he had once made with Old Neil—the Association for the Protection of Dragons and Giants—and his mood abruptly darkened.

Audrey listened with great excitement and suppressed her emotions with effort.

“I once dreamed of sailing the seas, searching for those primitive islands and witnessing their ancient customs.”

Goddess above. The Tarot Club truly is powerful and miraculous! It actually has a member who grasps the coordinates of certain primitive islands!

Praise Mr. Fool!

Audrey lost her Spectator state, her lips curving into a graceful arc.

Primitive islands?

Klein first froze, then remembered a page of Roselle’s diary he had previously read—the page where the Emperor cosplayed as the Pirate King.

He and his “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” had discovered an unnamed island in an unsafe sea route of the Mist Sea. Many extraordinary creatures lived there.

Could that be one of those so-called primitive islands? What a pity. The Emperor did not leave coordinates on that page of his diary. Mm, perhaps a later diary page contains them, but until now, I have never obtained consecutive diary pages…

Klein thought with both regret and anticipation.

As for the Sun, Derrick, he had already been stunned by terms like Mist Sea, Berserk Sea, Sonia Sea, and primitive islands.

He increasingly felt that he and Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man were not living in the same world.

After several seconds, Audrey asked doubtfully, “If the Seven-Colored Lizard Dragon is close to extinction, does that mean the Spectator pathway will soon be cut off?”

“No. There must be substitute ingredients,” the Hanged Man, Alger, answered with great certainty.

“What substitute ingredients?” Audrey’s eyes brightened as she asked.

Alger shook his head and answered with hidden meaning, “I do not know. Perhaps the people of the Psychology Alchemists know.”

“Then why are you certain there are substitute ingredients?” Audrey asked, both puzzled and confused.

Alger smiled.

“You will understand in the future. Or, you can pay compensation now in exchange for that information.”

“Then I will wait a little.”

Audrey puffed her cheeks slightly and exhaled soundlessly, also giving up on the idea of asking Mr. Fool.

Even if I know now, it will not be useful for the moment… The Hanged Man would definitely demand something related to Vice Admiral Hurricane… I cannot be drawn in too deeply…

She suddenly felt like praising her own wisdom.

But what she completely failed to expect was that Mr. Fool was currently very disappointed.

Klein was quite curious about the secret hidden within Alger’s words just now. Unfortunately, Miss Justice, who had always occupied the best assist position, had not chosen to make the transaction.

No matter what method the two use to trade, as long as they are still above the gray fog, the contents cannot be hidden from me, the owner!

Mm. Seven-Colored Lizard Dragons are close to extinction, yet the Psychology Alchemists still provide a formula containing them and do not give the name of substitute ingredients… Does that mean the Psychology Alchemists control the coordinates of certain primitive islands? Or that they cooperate with a force that controls the coordinates of such primitive islands?

Klein came to a sudden understanding.

After the transaction segment ended, he looked around, turned to the Sun, and asked in a gentle tone, “Does the City of Silver still believe in a deity?”

Klein was currently only a formal member of the Nighthawks and could not access deeper mysticism knowledge, which included sacrificial rituals. Therefore, in order to verify whether his ideas regarding “sacrifice” and “bestowal” could give the mysterious space above the gray fog the function of exchanging physical materials, now that he was Sequence 8, he intended to learn something similar from elsewhere as soon as possible.

After repeated consideration, he sorted out three methods.

First, he could ask Daly, the Spirit Guide, who was likewise skilled in ritual magic and held the rank of deacon. But that would easily arouse suspicion, so he could only wait patiently for an opportunity.

Second, he could ask Mr. Azik. However, Klein could not be certain whether the other party had already recalled that part of his knowledge.

Third, he could use an indirect method to ask the Sun, who came from the City of Silver.

As for how to be indirect, Klein had already formed an idea. It could also effectively maintain his image.

The things he asked would involve deities!

Derrick answered in a reverent tone, “We still believe in the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God.”