After a brief silence, Sun Derrick, calculating the merits he had accumulated during this period, raised his hand and asked, "Everyone, does anyone have the 'Priest of Light' potion formula?"
"I do, 4000 pounds."
"Of course, you can also substitute with equivalent Beyonder materials."
Klein, controlling The World, quickly responded.
Sun Derrick looked at The World at the bottom of the table, nodded sincerely, and said, "I understand. I will gather materials worth 4000 pounds as soon as possible."
As the transaction concluded, the Tarot Club fell into a brief silence once more.
Hermit Cattleya and Hanged Man Alger, who had only recently advanced, had no urgent needs for the time being. Magician Fors, busy digesting her potion, and others also didn't propose any new requests.
Chariot Anderson and Moon Emlyn looked around twice but remained silent, and the trading session ended with everyone's tacit understanding.
Magician Fors glanced at The World Gehrman Sparrow at the very end of the table and, before Hanged Man could speak, began to talk about her recent strange dreams.
She described in detail the scenes that appeared in her dream, as well as the complex symbol combining "Fate" and "Concealment."
At the head of the mottled long table, Klein, shrouded in Gray Fog, raised an eyebrow slightly. The symbol Magician Fors described felt somewhat familiar to him.
After a brief thought, he controlled his alternate identity, The World, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you talking about a symbol like this?"
Then, he staged a self-directed play, having The World request something from him, then responding to The World by manifesting the emblem from Lanevus.
Magician Fors was stunned. She hadn't expected The World to actually respond, and even manifest the physical object directly.
After a quick glance at the emblem, she stammered, "Yes, yes, that's it."
"That's a trap," The World Gehrman Sparrow said without hesitation.
"Sure enough, I knew it. There couldn't be such an unprovoked treasure in the mystical world. Thankfully, I was cautious enough," Fors inwardly sighed a few times, then looked at The World and sincerely thanked him, "Thank you for your warning."
Justice Audrey asked with some curiosity, "What does this symbol represent?"
Leyton glanced at the emblem manifested by The Fool Klein and scoffed, "A bunch of thieves scared witless by Amon, hiding everywhere all day. Yet Amon isn't interested in those little shrimps who aren't even demigods."
"Uh, so I've suddenly become a 'little shrimp' who isn't even a demigod in someone else's mouth..." Magician Fors muttered quietly to herself.
"So they're a bunch of thieves hiding in the sewers..." Moon Emlyn inwardly sighed with disdain, then looked at Leyton and asked with a puzzled voice, "Since you've already left the Forsaken Land of the Gods, does the previous transaction with our Vampire still count?"
Leyton nodded slightly, "Of course. For specific progress, you can ask Mr. Sun. I've entrusted the Vampire hunting request to the City of Silver."
Emlyn opened his mouth, intending to correct the other party that they were a Vampire, but recalling the appearance of the monsters called Vampires in their land, as described by Sun, he gave up the idea of classifying them as Vampires.
He then turned his gaze to Sun Derrick. Without waiting for him to ask, Derrick replied, "Chief Colin is organizing a team to hunt Vampires, and they should depart in a few days."
"Good. As long as it can help us recover the characteristics belonging to Moon, our Vampire will definitely offer a sufficiently generous reward."
Moon Emlyn nodded slightly in response. He didn't care who went to hunt the Vampire, as long as it helped their Vampire recover their characteristics.
Seeing the topic come to an end, Hanged Man Alger turned his head to Sun Derrick and asked, "Have you clarified the matter of the former chief's mausoleum?"
Sun Derrick shook his head, then said, "I heard that the Council of Six wants to open that mausoleum. No matter what, they at least need to recover the characteristics there. However, due to the plan to hunt Vampires, this operation has been temporarily shelved."
Leyton leaned back in the high-backed chair, resting the back of his head against the cold chair back, and chuckled, "'Warrior' and 'Corpse Collector' are interchangeable pathways. Without the 'Silver Knight' potion formula, transitioning to an adjacent pathway is the best option."
"Mr. Tower, do you mean the former chief intended to switch pathways, which is why he built the mausoleum and sealed himself inside?"
Sun Derrick quickly reacted, but also felt something wasn't quite right. 'But our City of Silver doesn't have the subsequent potion formulas for the 'Corpse Collector' pathway either?'
He didn't voice his thoughts. Chief Colin's teachings had matured him somewhat, and he also couldn't be certain whether the City of Silver had High-Sequence formulas other than the 'Warrior' pathway.
At the head of the mottled long table, The Fool Klein, beneath the Gray Fog, nodded slightly. This possibility was indeed very high. However, it seemed that the former chief of the City of Silver had encountered some problems with his advancement, perhaps falling into some negative state and being forced into slumber, or perhaps, he had lost control and become a monster.
Recalling his wandering thoughts, he had The World speak in a low, hoarse voice, "If it involves the domain of the Death, and Mr. Death is not participating in the Tarot Club, you can consult me."
"Thank you, Mr. World," Sun Derrick didn't think too much and immediately responded gratefully.
"Does Mr. World mean that he has a good relationship with Mr. Death, and can easily contact that angel to ask for advice? How enviable..." Justice Audrey immediately understood the hidden meaning in The World's words.
The free exchange session ended here. Finally, after Mr. Tower Leyton and Chariot Anderson shared some useful knowledge, this week's Tarot Club came to an end.
Everyone stood up and bowed to Mr. Fool at the head of the mottled long table. Then, streaks of crimson light ascended, carrying everyone from both sides of the mottled long table away from this space above the Gray Fog.
On the north bank of Paz River Valley, in the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom within Inpace City, countless complex and pure knowledge surged from the void, converging in the prayer hall and reforming Leyton's figure.
The people praying in the church were completely unaware, not noticing him at all. Even if they saw him, they would subconsciously ignore him.
Leyton walked straight through the crowd, arriving at the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall. In front of the rows of bookshelves in the lounge, he quietly read the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's collection of books.
Soon, the creaking sound of a door opening and footsteps came from behind.
Leyton, holding the book in his hand, walked to the desk and greeted Lucca Brewster, who had entered the lounge, "Good afternoon, Bishop Luca."
As he spoke, an invisible attendant holding a square metal box emerged from behind him.
Leyton took the square metal box from the invisible attendant's hand and handed it to Lucca Brewster opposite him, nodding gently and smiling, "This is a reward from the Church. I hope you don't mind that I delayed my return to Paz River Valley for two weeks."
"It seems my prophecy was indeed correct," Lucca Brewster, whose hair had turned completely white, sighed as he took the iron box.
After removing the Wall of Spirituality on the iron box, he opened it directly. After calmly looking at the 'Dream Weaver' characteristic inside, he closed the iron box again, shook his head, and chuckled, "Although I knew it was unlikely to be 'Cognizer', I always had some anticipation before seeing it."
"But it's fine, 'Dream Weaver' is also a good choice for me. I have some understanding of the mind and dream domains."
Leyton nodded slightly and then asked, "Do you need me to help you prepare the ritual?"
Lucca Brewster slowly shook his head, "No need. The advancement of 'Dream Weaver' needs to be carried out in a deep dream with extremely strong emotions and desires. It's difficult for outsiders to provide help. I will pray to my Lord for a blessing before the advancement begins."
"Alright," Leyton chuckled and nodded, pausing for half a second before adding, "You can focus on preparing for your advancement. I will temporarily take over your duties. Of course, it can't be for too long; I'm not very proficient with the work of a Bishop."
"Actually, with your sequence and status, even if you stayed at the Church headquarters, you would at least be an Archbishop. The Church values knowledge, not age," Bishop Luca responded with a light chuckle.
Leyton slowly shook his head and expressed his opinion, "Wouldn't it be too miserable to stay in one place all the time? I still prefer being free like this."
After a brief exchange, Leyton bowed to Bishop Luca and bid farewell.
As he straightened his back, his body gradually disintegrated, breaking down into streams of complex and pure knowledge, surging like a torrent out of the church.
In the evening, in a coffee bean plantation outside Inpace, Leyton's figure converged and reformed within the torrent of information.
As soon as his figure emerged, a gray-furred lop-eared rabbit, wearing a metal belt, wristbands, helmet, and shoes, fell from mid-air face-first.
"W-wah~"
"Boss, help me, my neck seems to have cramped."
On the ground, Bugs Bunny, stuck upside down in the mud, kicked his two short legs wildly in the air.
Leyton's mouth twitched slightly. He raised his hand to create an invisible hand, pulled Bugs Bunny out of the ground like a radish, and tossed him aside.
Bugs Bunny wobbled to his feet, pressing his two chubby paws on his metal-helmeted head. With a practiced slight twist, a creaking sound came from his bones, and his stiff neck returned to normal.