Through the towering body of the naive Sun, The Hanged Man Alger discreetly observed Mr. Temperance, who had just joined the Tarot Club.
Unlike Audrey, who was happy to see new members join, Alger's attitude toward new members was more cautious. He scrutinized the other party with his eyes, trying hard to find distinguishing features from that blurred silhouette.
Male, can discern black hair and blue eyes... blood-red robe...
Hmm?
Red robe?
Alger suddenly felt something was off.
Temperance's Loenese was very standard; it could basically be confirmed he was Loenese. A Loenese man dressed so brightly?
It's worth mentioning that Loen society's customs were still relatively conservative. Setting aside lower-class residents who had no choice in their dress, middle and upper-class men's clothing was generally more formal, with colors mainly in stable tones like black, white, gray, and yellow.
An outfit like the other party's would definitely stand out on the street, attracting everyone's attention.
Unless this red robe was related to Temperance's own Beyonder pathway, and he was already accustomed to dressing this way.
Not only that, Alger also sensed a certain ominous aura from that crimson robe, as if he could smell a heavy scent of blood through the mist. All these details, combined with his own mysticism knowledge, couldn't help but make him associate it with a certain dangerous and mad Beyonder pathway—Secrets Suppliant!
Could it be that Temperance is actually a Rose Bishop?
Alger was shocked and astonished.
The Beyonders of this pathway were all madmen who fanatically believed in the True Creator! Had Mr. Fool actually recruited such a dangerous element into the Tarot Club?
Just then, Justice Audrey provided Mr. Fool with new pages of Roselle's diary. Alger keenly noticed that the new member had a slight reaction upon hearing "Roselle's diary," as if surprised.
He also knows about Roselle's diary?
Alger speculated internally.
It seems he also has peculiar secrets. Mr. Fool definitely wouldn't randomly pick a Rose Bishop who fanatically believes in the True Creator to bring here. I need to continue observing...
Besides the perceptive Justice and the cautious Hanged Man, as well as The World impersonated by Klein, the other two members of the Tarot Club were also looking at Silas. Of course, their purposes weren't as intense.
Mr. Temperance looks quite young. Hmm? Why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?
The Magician Fors looked at the gentleman across from her, inexplicably feeling a sense of familiarity arise in her heart. She tried hard to search her memory, wanting to figure out the source of this familiarity. Unfortunately, she had stayed up too late last night, and her brain really wasn't working well, so she had to give up.
As for The Sun Derrick, he simply looked Silas over briefly out of curiosity.
One after another, they're all looking at me... Well, this is something every newcomer must go through.
Silas naturally noticed the other members' occasional glances, but rather than minding these, he was more focused on the exchange between Miss Justice and Mr. Fool at the head of the long table.
"Mr. Fool, I am deeply grateful for the protection you previously provided me. For this, I will search for at least ten pages of Roselle's diary and offer them to you. Additionally, I still owe your blessed 2000 pounds; please ask him to wait a bit longer..."
When Audrey had previously undergone the "Psychology Alchemists" review, she had specifically prayed to The Fool for an angel to descend and provide protection, preventing them from discovering her issues. She deliberately made these matters clear in front of Silas in order to guide the newcomer more quickly.
Of course, she didn't directly expose her relationship with the Psychology Alchemists, only briefly mentioning that she had prayed for protection due to a certain matter.
Miss Justice is reminding me that I can exchange Roselle's diary for The Fool's help...
Silas immediately understood.
Indeed, The Fool is deliberately collecting Roselle's diary, but what is His purpose in collecting it? As a transmigrator, what valuable knowledge does Roselle possess that would be worth a hidden deity sending people to search for?
Silas decided that from now on, he really needed to start seriously searching for Roselle's diary.
"You may begin."
As he pondered secretly, Mr. Fool above made a move. He put down the parchment, as if he had already finished reading Roselle's diary, and said to everyone with a light chuckle.
All about Roselle's romantic encounters when he was young, completely worthless...
Behind the gray fog, Klein complained internally.
Begin? Begin what?
Silas thought, somewhat confused. Then he discovered that with these words, the members who had been holding their breath and waiting quietly began to move. Like students in a classroom hearing the teacher say "class dismissed," though not to the point of being presumptuous in word or deed, the atmosphere was noticeably more relaxed.
The Hanged Man Alger had originally planned to continue seeking to purchase the potion formula for Sequence 6 Wind-blessed of the "Sailor" pathway at this gathering. However, the appearance of the new member made him change his mind, deciding to first hide his intelligence.
However, though he had good intentions, Miss Magician across from him didn't cooperate.
"Mr. Hanged Man, is there news about the blood of the Deep-sea Marlin I wanted?" Fors asked impatiently. "I remember you said before that you saw it at the Pirate Conference..."
Deep-sea Marlin blood was one of the main ingredients for the "Trickmaster" potion of Sequence 8 in the "Apprentice" pathway.
"..."
Alger clearly felt the gaze Silas cast over, his mouth twitching slightly in secret, then said coldly, "There's news. Give me 350 pounds and it's yours."
"Ah?"
Fors was stunned. "But you said before it was only 320 pounds. Why did the price increase?"
"The other party raised the price at the last minute. I couldn't help it either."
Alger said.
Actually, the one who raised the price at the last minute was him, as a bit of compensation for Fors leaking his secret.
"...Fine, deal."
Fors said through gritted teeth. "After the gathering ends, I'll give you the money through sacrificing to The Fool."
The Hanged Man is a pirate?
Silas thought.
He didn't rush to seek the Black Knight potion formula, but continued to observe the trading process of others at the gathering.
"Help me keep an eye out for the mutated pituitary gland of a Thousand-Faced Hunter, the characteristic of a Human-Skin Shadow, and the hair of a Deep-sea Naga."
At the far end of the long table, directly facing Mr. Fool, The World said in a gloomy voice.
Klein hadn't finished digesting the "Magician" potion yet, but to prepare for a rainy day, he had already begun planning ahead. After all, Sequence 6 materials weren't easy to find anymore and required early attention.
"Thousand-Faced Hunter? I think I've seen its fossil." Justice Audrey said thoughtfully. "Let me go back and confirm."
That fossil was in Duke Negan's treasury.
"Good."
Klein manipulated The World to nod slowly, noncommittally, and noticed Silas was looking over.
"I suppose I have intelligence on Human-Skin Shadows."
He said.