In the capital of the Northern State, on a Steam train bound for Berens Port, a black antique quill, held by no one, spontaneously wrote Dragonese words one by one on a brown notebook on the dining table:
Mahmosi of the Rose School of Thought failed to snatch Tutanssess II's mummy, but unexpectedly discovered a clue about Reinette Tinekerr, the leader of the Temperance faction. He passed this clue back to the Rose School of Thought.
Balanca (crossed out) who went to investigate, or rather, Suah, the leader of the Indulgence Faction, the Abomination, who went to investigate, unexpectedly discovered Al Tines in the Spirit World. He decided to ambush the opponent and eliminate this 'hidden danger'.
Suah was too confident in his Sequence 1 strength and was easily toyed with by Al Tines, who then calmly departed.
During the pursuit, the 'Sun' in the Spirit World happened to rise there, causing him to lose the best opportunity to pursue and forcing him to give up.
Such a development is very reasonable!
After shaking off Suah, the Abomination, Al Tines decided to head to Berens Port. Ince Zangwill, the unlucky factor, also happened to be planning to go there, and he would bring the evil spirit of Medici Sauron Einhorn within him before Al Tines.
Sauron and Einhorn's consciousness wanted to stop him, but they were not as strong as Medici. They could only work together to restrain him. A strange balance made the evil spirit Medici Sauron Einhorn fall silent, and without additional interference, Ince Zangwill's journey to Berens Port would be very smooth.
This is a very reasonable development!
The antique quill suddenly fell over, as if the content it had just written had exhausted all its strength.
The Steam train's window was suddenly opened, and in the wailing wind, the notebook that 0-08 had written on earlier flipped rapidly.
At some point, the pages of the notebook stopped, revealing the glaring Dragonese words on them:
In a night unknown to anyone, Ince Zangwill unconsciously mumbled my great father's honorific name in his sleep. In a corner unnoticed by everyone, the great Dragon of Imagination had already cast his gaze.
In Berens Port, relying on the universal language charm Danitz obtained from the local Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom bishop, Anderson could finally communicate with the locals without hindrance.
In the Dock District, Anderson and Danitz walked side by side on the street after enjoying lunch at a local specialty restaurant.
After stepping aside for the umpteenth bicycle, Anderson pouted and grinned, saying, "Sometimes I really wonder if this is truly impoverished and backward West Balam. Their food is even richer and more diverse than Feynapotter in the Northern Continent, and there are bicycles everywhere for convenient travel."
Danitz disdainfully glanced at Anderson beside him, his tone filled with undisguised superiority as he said, "It's already 1350. Don't always look at things here with your outdated perspective. Times are developing, society is progressing. These are all very normal phenomena."
"In the near future, you will find that even the common people here can travel by Steam train and airship."
Anderson scoffed, interrupting Danitz's endless words:
"Heh, that doesn't sound like something you'd say. Where did you hear it from?"
"Also, you seem a bit too knowledgeable about West Balam's situation, don't you? Edwina has also been less active at sea recently. Has your Golden Dream changed its business?"
Danitz shook his head repeatedly:
"Of course not. We just found a... a good part-time job while searching for treasure."
"You don't know how dangerous the sea is now. I just received news from Bru that Admiral Hell Ludwell was killed by Gehrman Sparrow near the Berserk Sea."
"That guy boarded the Black Tulip alone. There was no battle throughout. He just stared at Ludwell for a while, and then the Admiral Hell turned into a Zombie and was taken away by him."
Danitz's vivid description made Anderson somewhat doubt whether this was true news or something he fabricated to attract attention.
It should be true. With this guy's intelligence, he couldn't come up with such a brilliant plot... But looking at it this way, Gehrman Sparrow has gotten stronger again? Isn't this a bit too outrageous? The last time we met, he had just advanced to Sequence 5... Anderson crossed his arms over his chest, his expression gradually becoming serious.
In a daze, he seemed to hear a sigh beside him.
Anderson looked around suspiciously, but besides Danitz, there was no one else near him.
Strange, am I hallucinating? Anderson scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then dismissed the question, unconsciously forgetting the memory he had just had.
On the outskirts of Berens Port, Leyton emerged from the Spirit World. He stood in the distance, gazing at the port city for a while, feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity in his heart.
Why would I think of coming here? As his thoughts turned, his eyes suddenly became covered with a layer of silver-white, becoming extremely deep and unfocused, a vast expanse.
This state lasted for less than two seconds before his eyes cleared again.
"It's interesting that I would meet Ince Zangwill here. It doesn't seem like an arrangement Adam would make. Is it that quill, or Ankewelt?"
He muttered a few words to himself, and suddenly, green vines descended from mid-air, completely engulfing his figure.
Time quickly reached three in the afternoon. Leyton, leaning back on a long chair woven from vines, tilted his head slightly. A dense Gray Fog rapidly surged in his eyes, and crimson light, like a tide, engulfed his vision.
By the time his vision cleared again, he had already arrived in the ancient and magnificent palace above the Gray Fog, sitting on the high-backed chair belonging to Mr. Tower.
Justice Audrey was the first to rise, curtsying towards the head of the mottled long table:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
After everyone had completed their greetings and salutations in turn, Hermit Cattleya turned to The Fool Klein at the head of the mottled long table and bowed:
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Fool, I still haven't collected Emperor Roselle's diary this week."
"En," Klein maintained a calm tone and nodded slightly.
It seems Queen Mystic truly doesn't intend to give me any more diaries. What happened to make her suddenly change her mind? As his thoughts drifted, Klein's gaze unconsciously fell upon Leyton, who was leaning back in the high-backed chair. He subconsciously felt that this matter might be related to him.
Noticing Klein's gaze, Leyton turned his head and chuckled, nodding towards The World at the foot of the mottled long table.
Justice Audrey, who habitually paid attention to and observed everyone, noticed this scene. She subconsciously began to let her thoughts wander, interpreting the subtle interaction between Leyton and Klein. Mr. Tower and The World seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Is this related to Ms. Hermit no longer contributing Roselle's diary?
As her thoughts drifted, she heard Mr. Fool at the head of the mottled long table chuckle and announce the official start of today's Tarot Club.
Moon Emlyn impatiently coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention. He then looked at Leyton, tilting his chin slightly as he spoke:
"I've become a Viscount!"
"Do you have any information on a Shaman King, or an artificial Vampire of the same Sequence?"
"You don't need to say the first part, I can tell." Leyton chuckled, teasing Emlyn. Seeing a blush spread across his cheeks, he then chuckled and answered his question:
"I only know two Shaman Kings. They both joined the Rose School of Thought. One was the former Crimson Queen, and the other is Klarman, the compiler of the mysticism book The World sold to Miss Justice earlier."
"The former has already been killed by the Church of the Lord of Storms, and the corresponding Beyonder characteristic has been recovered by them. The latter is probably still recovering from injuries. He was injured by Loen's 'Founder' during his attempt to snatch Tutanssess II's mummy in Pritz Harbor, Loen, not long ago."
"There are definitely Beyonder Vampire Monsters at the Demigod level in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, but you probably can't afford them."
"Also, you haven't even paid back a tenth of your debt to me."
Emlyn experienced embarrassment so clearly for the first time. His cheeks flushed again, and he lowered his head slightly, saying somewhat dejectedly:
"I'm just asking in advance to make plans. If I rely on channels within the Sanguine, I don't know how many centuries it will take before I can become an 'Earl.'"
After a pause, he added:
"A Viscount is already a Sequence 5 Beyonder. I have enough ability to repay my previous debts, no later than this month at most!"
After two seconds of silence, Klein manipulated his alternate account, The World, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You can try praying to your Sanguine Ancestor. Perhaps she will directly bestow upon you a Shaman King Beyonder characteristic."
If you are truly a Sanguine chosen by Lilith, she shouldn't mind a little investment and cultivation, and I can also take this opportunity to learn about the Sanguine Ancestor's current state.
Emlyn's expression stiffened, and he said somewhat helplessly:
"Aside from occasionally sending down some revelations, the Ancestor generally doesn't respond to our prayers, let alone pleas."
The trading session quickly passed. Everyone's Sequence advancement in the Tarot Club seemed to have hit a bottleneck. Busy with acting and digesting, they didn't have too many demands.
At The Fool Klein's reminder, today's Tarot Club quickly entered the free exchange segment.
Leyton turned his head to look at The World, who was completely gloomy at the foot of the mottled long table, and chuckled:
"I've found traces of Ince Zangwill."