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Chapter 146 New Members of the Tarot Meeting
Chapter 146 New Members of the Tarot Meeting
Clarice reached up and touched her cheek, then looked at him and smiled:
Are you concerned about me, or worried that I'll lose my looks when I get old?
...You're already an "ageless witch," how can you possibly get old?
He muttered a curse to himself, then shook his head slightly and said, "I just think that Backlund's terrible air quality and weather are really not suitable for a woman like you to stay for long."
"I think so too." Clarisse nodded with a troubled expression, then changed the subject:
"So, would you like to come with me to Intis, to that city of art and romance?"
Cyril looked at Havin with a troubled expression: "Sorry, my family is here."
"No, actually our family is very open-minded."
Harvin interrupted Sirion. Although he was a little jealous that such a woman was infatuated with Sirion, as family, he felt that he should express his stance and support at this time.
"..." Cyril glared at him speechlessly.
Ha Wen, on the other hand, had an expression that said, "You don't need to thank me."
Clarice quickly interrupted their silent exchange, "We toured Hillston yesterday, and today I'd like to go to St. George's, which I've heard is the most developed area of advanced industry in Backlund."
Yu Ruien reached out and stopped Ha Wen from speaking, then continued:
"No problem, I hope you won't be disappointed. After all, not every lady likes those cold, aesthetically unappealing mechanical creations."
Havin was getting impatient: "They're not cold, and...::"
He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
"I don't think so. Being with someone you like, no matter what you do, is a happy thing."
After saying that, she gave Xi Ruien a perfect smile.
The latter awkwardly moved away from the light, her ears on both sides of her cheeks turning slightly red.
She's so good at flirting!
...No, wait, damn it! I've been seduced again.
Realizing what was happening, he reached out and patted Ha Wen, who was still lost in daze, reminding him:
"It's almost time for your appointment with Mr. Portland. If you don't want to be late, you'd better hurry up and leave. You might still be able to make it at the last minute."
Ha Wen snapped out of her daze, somewhat embarrassed. She glanced at the clock on the wall, her expression instantly changing. She hurriedly got up, grabbed her briefcase, and rushed towards the door.
Watching Havin leave, he then looked at Clarice, who was smiling.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, but I'm a little curious, how did you find my house?"
The latter smiled slightly at him: "The mirror in your house told me that."
Cyril: "A magic mirror reading?"
"This doesn't really count as divination." She paused, glancing in the direction Haven had left.
"You two brothers are both very interesting. Both your personalities and your looks fit my aesthetic."
"If this were Intis, I would probably..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but based on her understanding of witches, Cyril had already guessed what she meant, and his face darkened slightly.
Clarice nodded in satisfaction at his reaction, then smiled and said:
"Of course, you're still my favorite right now."
His face darkened further.
A witch's love... I can't afford it.
Considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, he decisively skipped the topic:
"Shall we go to St. George now? By the way, have you had breakfast yet?"
Clarisse spoke like a kitten tickling one's heart: "Because I was in a hurry to see you, I haven't done it yet."
For several days in a row, Clarice would come to the house every day to see Sirion and ask him to show her around Backlund.
Cyril accompanied this "ageless witch" on foot to every place except the dock area, the factory area, and the East District.
This made him realize the weakness of those who were exceptionally gifted through the "apprentice" path in terms of physical fitness and stamina.
Fortunately, the witch didn't come to see him again on Monday; instead, she sent him a letter that smelled of her perfume.
The letter, written in delicate handwriting, contained the most captivating words, and casually included the reason why she couldn't come to see him today:
The matter entrusted to us by our elders has made progress, but we won't be able to find time to see more of Backlund today.
"Is it only today? Can't we postpone it for a few more days?"
Cyril looked down at her still sore legs and wanted to complain about the witch's strange hobbies and perverse tastes.
He spent his rare rest time lying in bed until the afternoon.
At three o'clock, the wall clock in the room chimed precisely on time, and at the same time, thick gray fog billowed into his field of vision.
He suppressed his instinct to resist the mental pull, his vision blurred for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was surrounded by boundless gray fog and magnificent ancient palaces.
After all the figures on both sides of the mottled long table had settled down, "Justice" Audrey was the first to rise, lifting her skirt slightly to bow and greet "The Fool" Klein at the head of the table:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
She then greeted the Hanged Man, the Sun, Cyril, and the World at the bottom in turn. Finally, her gaze settled on the new member on the same side as her.
"Who is this?"
Fors, the "magician" under the gaze of "justice," stiffened slightly before quickly stating his code name:
"I am the 'Magician'."
"Good afternoon, Miss 'Magician'. My code name is 'Justice'."
Audrey smiled and greeted everyone. After she went around greeting everyone, the newly joined "magician" Fors was now acquainted with everyone.
As expected of an "audience member," they are truly professional in this regard.
"The Fool" Klein sighed inwardly, then looked around to confirm that no Roselle's diary had been submitted today, before immediately initiating the trading process.
He then used his alternate account, "World," to propose the first trade:
"I need the pituitary gland of the Thousand-Faced Hunter mutation, the black liquid of the Shadow Knight, and the properties of the Human Skin Shadow."
"If any of you have any information, or even just clues, that would be helpful."
This is the main ingredient for the "Faceless Man" potion. In order not to reveal the recipe, he also mixed in a potion ingredient belonging to the "Black Knight".
Although he doesn't need it, this is already a demigod-level potion ingredient. Given the hierarchy of everyone present, he doesn't need to worry about being forced to buy this unnecessary material.
...It's not entirely impossible... He glanced at Cyril with some concern. With the Twilight Hermits' connections, he was the only variable on the field.
But he probably already knows the "Faceless Man's" potion recipe, so he should understand what I mean and won't take the opportunity to force me to buy it, right?
As he thought about it, he became uncertain and finally decided to discuss it with him after the gathering today.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," shook his head slightly: "It's a bit late; the pirate festival is already over."
"However, I will dock once later, and I will keep an eye out for you then."
"Justice" Audrey glanced subtly at the newly joined "Magician" Miss, appearing somewhat hesitant. She had already recognized her identity from some subtle habits; she was Fors, one of the two candidates she had recommended.
Her hesitation stemmed from the fact that her and Fors's channels largely overlapped... This would make it very difficult for me to act unless I chose to expose my identity.
After sighing, she gathered her thoughts and looked at the bottommost character, "The World": "I'll keep an eye on it too."
Next was Cyril, who nodded very amicably to "the world" and said:
"I'll keep an eye out, but if you find these materials first, remember to buy an extra copy."
Klein: ...
It's confirmed. This guy definitely knew I wanted to buy the potion ingredients for "Faceless Man".
He had also collected materials on "magicians" before, so he even trained a "fortune teller" specifically?
Is this necessary? Isn't he an "astrologer" himself?
Even if you were to train your own subordinates, wouldn't it be better to have someone like a "warrior," "hunter," or "healer" to fill your own weaknesses?
As his thoughts wandered, he received the reply that everyone would help him keep an eye out for materials, including Miss "The Magician," who had just joined the Tarot Club that day.
Although she had never heard of or thought that these materials would appear at the gatherings of extraordinary individuals she attended, she was happy to simply nod and say a few words.
After "The World's" request was completed, she mimicked "The World's" earlier action, raising her hand and saying:
"I want to know the potion recipes of 'The Apothecary' and 'The Master of Tricks,' and I'll trade you money."
She clearly remembered that Mr. Fool had said that the reason she was so troubled by the language of the full moon was because her life level was not high enough, so she was eager to obtain the subsequent potion recipes.
...The "Pharmacist"... I was so close to getting the "Pharmacist's" potion recipe from Father Utravsky.
Klein felt a pang of heartache thinking about the commission he had been too late for, especially since someone had so quickly come across someone buying the "Pharmacist's" potion recipe. He could almost see golden lists sprouting wings and flying past his eyes.
Enveloped in gray fog, he looked at Sirion with a resentful gaze.
The latter turned around as if sensing something, saw the mysterious figure in the gray fog, and his eyes became confused.
Why are you looking at me?
He paused, then looked away from the scene and towards "The Magician" Fors to his side:
"I have the potion recipe for 'Master Trickster,' 450 pounds."
"As for the 'pharmacist,' I can ask around for you; it shouldn't be difficult, but I'll charge a small commission for the purchasing service."
"No problem!" "The Magician" Fors nodded immediately; this was the result she had been hoping for.