Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 130 – Each to His Own
After the “world” and “sun” had exchanged views individually, the tarot party entered a free chatting session, and Audrey “justice” asked about the unique scenery and anecdotes of the sea with great interest. The “justice” Audrey asked about the unique scenery and anecdotes of the sea with great interest, “inverted man” Alger according to their own insights, selective description.
The “magician” Forsyth listened quietly, and gradually got inspired to write a novel about the pirate king, writing about his capture of a female passenger, and the other side of a love-hate relationship, fantasy and reality coexist in the story.
Derek “The Sun” can only imagine what the sea looks like, based on the paintings in the Silver City collection and the corresponding text.
At the end of the day, the spiritually depleted Klein declared the tarot party over and flew back to the real world to take a nap.
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7:30 p.m., Queens, inside a house that appears to belong to a certain aristocrat.
Forsyth slipped on her robe with a hood, and after many days, once again participated in that party Mr. A had organized.
Sitting quietly in a corner, she looked around the room in a pseudo-casual manner and noticed that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on a single couch, seemed a little different than he used to be.
It was not a change in looks or temperament, for the other’s face was so completely hidden in the shadow of his hood that Voorhees could not see it clearly.
It was only an almost intuitive feeling that she felt different:
Mr. A was no longer as laid-back and indifferent as before, always looking at everyone with a look-down-like attitude; nowadays, he seemed to be very suppressed, trying hard to control something, and the dangerous expectation he gave off skyrocketed.
In the past, Mr. A was a big mountain, now he is closer to a viper that straightens up its body and spits out its core …… Bestselling Fiction Writer Forsyth was suddenly glad that he did not ask Hugh to come along with him in order to hide the matter of the Tarot Club, in order to not let Hugh know that he was begging for the items of the solar field.
This way, even if there really is any unexpected change, the action of my escape will be much simpler …… Foerth turned the bracelet with only two stones left.
She didn’t rush to write her own needs into a note and give it to the attendant, but first patiently watched for a while.
It was not that she was naturally cautious, but the past few lessons had left an extremely deep impression on her, and the fact that there were only two stones left on the bracelet was evidence of that.
After waiting for ten minutes or so, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote in a deliberately distorted handwriting:
”Requesting a magical item or powerful extraordinary weapon from the solar domain.”
After handing the note to the attendant, Voorhees looked around the room once more, but was unable to find the Eternal Sun follower who had helped with the purification and exorcism ceremonies last time among the many camouflaged or disguised figures.
A deal was fermenting and brewing as the attendants came and went, and the hall was quiet and orderly.
After an interlude of discussion and exchange, Forsyth’s needs were added to the two blackboards at the front of the room.
It wasn’t long before she received a reply brought by the waiter.
A modest piece of white paper was filled with densely written words:
”Magical item, ‘Ring of Light’ ring, it allows the wearer to become a messenger of light, a servant of the sun, immune to many diseases, mastery of divine power, the wearer can summon dazzling beams of light, can use quite a few spells from the solar realm, can purify the dead within a range of fifty meters, and is the nemesis of such creatures. ”
”Through this ring, those that the wearer approves of will be enhanced, and those that disapprove will be weakened.”
”The only problem with it is that the wearer, if used frequently, will gradually become a follower of the ‘Eternal Blazing Sun’, slowly and heartily adhering to the teachings and praising the sun.”
”If one wishes to have it, then please pay 9000 pounds in cash at a time, I can wait for you to raise it.”
Nine thousand pounds? Voorhees opened her mouth, practically having the feeling that the other woman was robbing her.
This was a huge amount of wealth that she couldn’t borrow even if she asked for a loan!
Excluding those deposits for the assassination of Ambassador Intis, all the money she had seen up until now didn’t add up to this much!
Someone with 9,000 pounds in cash is definitely considered rich, even in Berkland!
Although I knew that magical items are expensive, I never thought that they could be this expensive …… Is this a case of wanting to get 9000 pounds to stop participating in the Extraordinary People Gathering, withdraw from this circle, and enjoy life in peace? Voorhees took a quiet breath and briefly didn’t dare to respond to the other party.
She pretended that nothing had happened to listen to nearly ten minutes, but did not wait for another response, did not wait for the relatively much cheaper extraordinary weapons, so she had to get up and head to the washroom.
After confirming that no one was around, she closed the door, sat down on the toilet, chanted the name of Mr. Fool, told him what had just happened in the form of a prayer, and asked him to convey it to the “world”.
Above the boundless gray mist, Klein, who heard the illusory cascade of voices, quickly entered and initially grasped the situation.
9000 pounds? He mumbled the figure, his expression twisting slightly.
After silently calculating how much money he could raise in the short term, he exhaled and manifested the world of the Dummy, manipulating him into responding:
”…… The negative aspects of this magical item are too severe for me to become a believer in the sun.”
”You don’t have to worry about this anymore, we’ll switch to a cash transaction.”
”Pay 450 pounds, and the ‘Juggler’s Master’ formula is yours.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the connection was broken, Klein watched the “world” disappear, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, muttering to himself:
”The next step is to see what clues that ‘barbarian’ lady can gather about the items ……”
”Otherwise, we can only look for old Mr. ‘Wisdom’s Eye’ to purchase that brooch.”
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Inside the lavatory, Voorhees breathed a sigh of relief, stating that the consecration ceremony would be held as soon as possible upon his return.
It’s a shame, I don’t know the recipe yet, or I could have taken the opportunity to see if there are any extraordinary materials I need here …… She returned to the hall, her eyes intently scanning over the information on the two blackboards.
She didn’t respond to the note, and didn’t even think about bargaining, because even if she could get the other side to buy it 1000 pounds cheaper, she didn’t have the money to buy it, she couldn’t afford it, and more to the point, she felt that Mr. World couldn’t afford it either.
She watched until the end of the party, and because of Mr. A.’s change of heart, she left the house without stopping to talk to anyone.
After ten minutes or so, the party was over, and only Mr. A. and his attendants remained.
Mr. A. stood up slowly and marched down the stairs, toward the basement.
Suddenly, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, rolling down several steps.
He slumped over, the shadows beneath him flying crimson.
His flesh and blood melted with it, soaking into it, making the shadow look like a brand new, skinless, monster-like person separated from his body!
Mr. HoHo ……A’s gasps gradually subsided, his tense body slowly easing.
And the separated flesh and blood “flowed” back again.
Everything was left untouched.
Mr. A prostrate, kneeling in the basement, once again choked to make a confession.
Mr. A. confessed that he had made a mistake and was not vigilant enough, and that he had jeopardized the coming of the Lord.
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Silver City, home of Derek Berg.
He walked around the table in silence for a few moments, unable to make up his mind, his reasoning telling him that Mr. Hangman’s advice was the best option, but the faces of the other members of the team involved in the mission kept flashing in his mind, and he felt that he had betrayed them by pretending not to go on the runaway precursor!
Is there no way to save them? Should I seek an audience with the Chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the Fallen Creator, the evil god who rules the way of the Shepherds, so that he will beware of Elder Lovia and replace the person in charge of the mission?…… But where should I say I learned that from? Where did I learn about this? In their eyes, Mr. “Fool” should also be the same as the evil gods,…… Derek scratched his hair irritably.
The Hurricane Axe lay within easy reach, glowing faintly with every flash of lightning outside the window.
Suddenly, Derek stopped in his tracks and looked out into the brightening and darkening surroundings, into the black depths of the sky.
It was as if he saw his parents again before they died, and recovered the feeling he had felt when he stabbed down his straight sword in agony.
”It’s too late this time …… I’ll have to prepare myself afterward, to keep the discovery that it was the ‘Fallen Creator’ from being suspected …… “His expression twisted for a moment, he gritted his teeth, whispered something to himself, and then jerked away from the window and back to the table, where he began to consume his spirituality by practicing the extraordinary abilities of the “Prayer of Light”, letting it fly close to drying up.
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Inside Earl Hall’s luxurious villa.
Audrey, who was in the drawing room, leisurely applying oil paints, heard a rhythmic knock on the door.
After Anne, the personal maid, opened the door, she realized that the visitor was actually her own mother, Countess Caitlin.
Although this lady was close to fifty, she looked to be in her early thirties, with blonde hair and blue eyes, beautiful and graceful enough to attract the eyes of the vast majority of gentlemen.
”Mom, is something wrong?” Audrey put down the items in her hands and asked suspiciously as she got up.
The Countess looked at her youngest daughter, who was even more beautiful than when she was young, and smiled:
”I’ve just come from a dinner party, and Mrs. Della said that you are interested in the psychological side of things and would like to hire a tutor, is that correct?”
”Yes, but I haven’t finalized my decision ……” Audrey replied with a fake hesitation, just like usual.
The Countess, who could not read her daughter’s mind, smiled:
”She recommended a psychiatrist called Yslante, so if it’s okay with you, I’ll send someone to invite her for twice-weekly sessions, how about that?”
”Your call.” Audrey said as her smile blossomed a little, “Mom, come on, sit here, I’m missing a beautiful model!”
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On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed in the Birkeland Morning News that there would be a party tomorrow night called by old Mr. Wise Eyes.
He was so relieved that he stopped worrying about whether or not the items would be ready in time for Miss Sharon’s roundup of the enemy.
To celebrate the good news, he decided to spend a day of relaxation at the Cragg Club.