AN: I had to add a missing part to the last chapter, but Webnovel keeps saying it's over the 100,000 character limit, even though I checked in Docs, and it only has around 93,000. But… whatever. I had to break it into two parts now. Big thanks to ShadowPlayz for catching it!
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Grimm Garden Street, West Borough, at Lorien's residence.
In his bedroom, Lorien was flipping through the case report on the shooting incident investigated by Jurgen Cooper.
Several of Wit Damon's neighbors testified that on the night of June 27, at around 11 PM, they first heard a gunshot, followed by another one about tens of seconds later, accompanied by a man's scream. As they were frightened, the neighbors did not go outside immediately to check. About half an hour later, one of them finally stepped out.
The neighbor who checked saw bloodstains at the doorstep, but the street was empty. It wasn't until 6 AM the next morning that they reported the case to the police. The Hillston Police informed them that the gunman had already been arrested, though they didn't know that the arrested man was Damon.
A veteran inspector from the Hillston Police Department presented the case report, stating that he and his partner had been patrolling the area when they heard gunshots and immediately rushed toward the source on Unit 19 Hope Street.
Upon arrival, they found Damon holding a gun aimed at the already wounded Lance Nozick. The officers immediately drew their revolvers and confronted Damon, forcing him to drop his weapon before taking him into custody and transporting him to the station. The injured Lance was then sent to the hospital.
The inspector's partner, a young officer, gave a similar statement. Both of them believed Damon had committed the shooting.
As for Hillston Police Department's refusal to allow Damon to meet with a defense lawyer, they issued an apology and stated that the responsible senior superintendent would be punished. However, they still maintained that Damon had shot Lance. Their reasoning was solid, the revolver used was one Damon frequently carried.
Now, both sides were sticking to their own versions of the story, but public opinion was not in Damon's favor. At the beginning, before the two major parties intervened, there were reports linking the shooting to Lance. But after both parties suppressed the media, the case was no longer associated with them, it became just another ordinary shooting incident, albeit a difficult one to resolve.
After five or six days, the major newspapers had stopped covering the case, but smaller publications continued to report on how many veterans found it hard to reintegrate into civilian life. Many of them were described as short-tempered, prone to violence, joining gangs, or even suffering mental breakdowns that led them to asylums.
Under this wave of public opinion, the possibility that Damon had sought revenge with a gun after a conflict with Lance became more plausible.
Lorien pinched the bridge of his nose. He had already instructed Jurgen to arrange for a psychologist to assess Damon. However, this public opinion battle would be hard to overturn. The case couldn't be dragged out any longer, even if the veterans started protesting, it wouldn't help much and might even backfire.
Lorien ordered Morris to inform August to initiate their plan ahead of schedule. Then, he stepped into his private laboratory.
Today was Monday. It was already 2:48 PM. The second Tarot Gathering was about to begin.
Above the Grey Fog.
Within the Grey Fog, Klein conjured up the grand temple, the long bronze table beneath the vast dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs, each marked with different astrological symbols.
He quietly walked to the head seat and sat down, letting the dense Grey Fog shroud his body and face. Then, he extended his right hand and tapped the three familiar "Crimson" stars, establishing their mysterious connection.
Inside a windowless basement, Alger Wilson, whose rugged features were sharply defined, sat at a long table covered with various apparatus and parchment scrolls.
Alger glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing the hour hand pointing at three. He massaged his temple, his pupils suddenly turning deep black. The items on the table emitted a subtle glow. At that moment, he saw a crimson light surge like a tidal wave, enveloping him completely out of nowhere.
Back in Backlund, within the luxurious Hall family mansion in Empress Borough.
"I can't wait," Audrey took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement as she pursed her lips and looked at the mirror.
However, she couldn't see her own reflection, only the crimson, ethereal radiance bursting forth from all around her, even from within her body.
Above the Grey Fog, within the grand temple that seemed fit for a giant king.
On both sides of the long bronze table, the crimson light bloomed, erupting like a fountain before cascading down, "sculpting" three vague figures in their respective seats, unchanged from the last gathering.
With smooth golden hair and a tall figure, Audrey instinctively looked toward the head seat. There, she saw the shrouded figure reclining slightly, one hand resting on the table's edge, the other gently pinching his chin.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool," Audrey greeted in a lively tone.
Then, she turned her head and greeted the other members with the same tone, "Good afternoon, Mr. Emperor. Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."
Lorien nodded in response and smiled as he spoke, "Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
Alger Wilson looked at the Emperor beside him and also smiled as he spoke, "Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
He wasn't a warm person, but basic courtesy was necessary, especially since Miss Justice had given him far more than 100 milliliters of Ghost Shark blood.
At the head of the bronze table, Klein smiled as he watched the three exchange greetings. He felt like he was running an online social network. Fortunately, he didn't have to pretend to be a female user.
Lowering his head slightly, he raised his left hand and lightly tapped his forehead twice.
His vision shifted instantly.
He saw the auras radiating from Miss Justice, Mr. Emperor, and Mr. Hanged Man, shimmering with vivid colors.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Grey Fog and Crimson Stars remained unchanged, nothing abnormal appeared, no signs of something that shouldn't exist, nor any mysterious, seemingly sentient luminous entities.
Turning his gaze slightly, Klein examined Miss Justice's aura. It perfectly matched Old Neil's descriptions, red where it should be red, purple where it should be purple, blue where it should be blue, and white where it should be white. It was bright and thick, clearly brimming with youthful energy.
Her emotional colors are red and yellow—joy, passion, excitement.
Shifting his gaze to the enigmatic Mr. Emperor, Klein saw that he was once again wearing a morning robe. Internally, he couldn't help but complain.
Last time, it was morning, so wearing a robe made sense. But it's afternoon now! Just how much do you love wearing robes?
As for Mr. Emperor's aura, it wasn't much different from Miss Justice's, with only more red, signifying greater enthusiasm and excitement.
Mr. Emperor, your emotions don't match your outward demeanor at all. Klein observed the way the Emperor lazily leaned back into his chair, acting as if this place was his home.
Just as Klein was about to move his gaze away, he suddenly noticed something strange—
The Emperor's spiritual body was surrounded by a pale flowing mist with golden outline, giving off a distorted tugging sensation that unsettled Klein's mind.
Lorien was lazily leaning against his chair, suddenly felt the sensation of being watched. He raised an eyebrow, realizing that Klein was likely using Spirit Vision to observe the three of them.
Lorien's spirit body had entered Sefirah Castle, which wasn't too different from entering his own Nation of Disorder. Even with the power of Sefirah Castle, Klein couldn't possibly discern Lorien's connection to his own Sefirah. With Klein's current level of mysticism knowledge, having just become a Beyonder, it was impossible for him to understand what his uniqueness corresponded to. Even if he reached the level of a Saint, he might still not grasp it, at most assuming it was a special trait of Mr Emperor.
From the appearance of Mr Emperor Astral Body, or rather, its outer layer, it seems he truly is a Beyonder, and perhaps even stronger than Old Neil. Klein's thoughts were in turmoil, filled with doubts. Or maybe not. It could just be due to the unique nature of this place. I can see these things because this is my home turf, not because Old Neil lacks similar traits.
Still, this feeling of distorted tugging is making me uncomfortable!
Klein shifted his gaze from Mr. Emperor to Mr. Hanged Man.
After greeting Audrey, Alger continued, "I've received the Ghost Shark's blood. It perfectly meets all my expectations. I truly didn't expect you to deliver it so quickly. Ghost Shark blood is no ordinary mystical material."
Audrey gave a humble smile. "I'm glad to see this result."
Alger cast another deep glance at Mr. Fool shrouded in gray fog before turning back with a smile. "As per our agreement, I will now share the formula for the Spectator potion with you."
"Give me a moment. Alright, let's begin." Audrey took a deep breath and focused her full attention.
Instead of speaking the formula aloud, Alger glanced at Mr. Emperor beside him. The Spectator potion formula was something Audrey had obtained by exchanging Ghost Shark blood. He had no intention of letting the uninvolved Emperor hear it for free.
Klein frowned. This was a significant issue. He didn't rush to react but instead clasped his hands together, thumbs separating and touching repeatedly.
Quickly, he came up with an idea, Since I can materialize a temple and furniture here according to my will, could I also allow others to directly imprint the contents of their minds onto paper?
"Mr. Hanged Man, you can try recalling the Spectator potion formula with a strong intent to express it and write it down using the pen and paper in front of you."
Before he finished speaking, a yellowed parchment and a dark red fountain pen appeared on the table in front of Mr. Hanged Man.
Alger picked up the pen and recalled the Spectator formula in his mind, concentrating on fully manifesting it.
Klein sensed this "emotion" and guided it through the pen as a medium.
As soon as Alger's pen touched the parchment, lines of text appeared,
[Spectator, Sequence 9 potion: 80 milliliters of Purified Water, 5 drops of Autumn Crocus Essence, 13 grams of Cow Teeth Paeonol Powder, 7 petals of elf flowers, A Matured Manhal Fish's Eyeball, and 35 milliliters of Goat-Horned Blackfish Blood.]
Lorien quietly watched as Klein guided Alger in writing the formula, exhaling slightly in relief. He wasn't sure if Klein could use Sefirah Castle's power to enable private communication among the three of them. Even if he could, Klein would have to think of it first.
Seems I worried for nothing. After all, Klein is a keyboard warrior, So, It's no surprise that his response time is fast!
Alger checked the parchment, confirming it matched the formula in his mind, and nodded respectfully to Mr. Fool, signaling that he had completed the transcription.
Although Klein hadn't deliberately peeked at the potion formula, it had been materialized through his power, so it still entered his mind. With a mere thought, he made the parchment appear before Miss Justice.
Audrey hadn't personally experienced this mystical method before, and combined with the joy of obtaining her potion formula, she eagerly memorized it, after all, only by remembering it would it truly be hers.
Lorien, seeing Audrey engrossed in memorization, turned to the increasingly reverent Alger and spoke, "Mr. Hanged Man, shall we make a deal as well?"
Alger was momentarily stunned before responding, "What kind of deal?"
Klein watched Lorien with interest, while Audrey, who had been memorizing the formula, briefly glanced up before quickly lowering her head again.
"You're on the Sailor pathway, right? About to advance to Sequence 7, Seafarer?"
Though Lorien phrased it as a question, his tone was full of certainty.
Alger silently stared at Lorien, saying nothing.
Klein discreetly activated Spirit Vision again and noticed Mr. Hanged Man's emotional colors fluctuating rapidly, red, purple, black, and blue intertwined before finally settling into a mix of blue with traces of purple.
Excitement, fear, and ultimately, a cold, detached contemplation. Seems like Mr. Emperor hit the mark.
Audrey, resisting the urge to raise her head, adjusted her sitting posture so her ears were fully oriented toward Mr. Hanged Man.
As a well-educated noble lady, Audrey knew eavesdropping was improper, but she just couldn't help herself!
"What do you want to trade?"
Alger didn't answer Lorien's question directly, but he knew from his own reaction that even the naive noble lady across from him now realized that Mr. Emperor was right.
"I have the Sequence 6 Wind Blessed formula. Are you interested?"
Lorien knew he had been too blunt, but ever since becoming a Barbarian, he had come to enjoy speaking in a straightforward manner.
Alger wanted to say he wasn't interested, but he couldn't bring himself to. The Sequence 6 formula was extremely important to him. His childhood and life at sea had left him with deep insecurities, and strength was the only way to gain true security.
He was well aware that with his current situation, reaching Sequence 7 was already his limit, the typical standard for a Mandated Punishers Squad captain. Advancing to Sequence 6 was possible, but it would require him to return to the Church of the Lord of Storm. The church wouldn't allow a mid-sequence Beyonder of their pathway to keep roaming the seas freely.
Recalling that ancient island in the ocean, Alger felt a burning desire but quickly calmed down. Qilangos also knew about the island, and Alger wouldn't dare set foot there again until he reached Sequence 5. But first, he needed to become a Sequence 6 Wind Blessed.
He looked at Mr. Emperor and, without hesitation, asked, "What do you need in return?"
Audrey, frustrated as she continued memorizing the formula, belatedly realized that in Mr. Fool's presence, no matter how much conflict arose between the two men, they would never openly clash.
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"What do you need in return?"
Hearing Alger's words, Lorien smiled and said, "You should know the price of a Sequence 6 formula, but I won't accept gold pounds, So let's barter. I need a Beyonder weapon, preferably with minimal side effects, and one that matches the price of the Wind Blessed formula. If I'm satisfied, I can lower the price slightly."
Lorien wasn't short on money at the moment, but he lacked a suitable Beyonder weapon. He knew Alger was acquainted with a Sequence 6 Artisan, a descendant of Roselle, so he planned to commission Alger to have the Artisan craft a weapon tailored for him.
Of course, Lorien wouldn't say this outright. After all, deducing that Alger was an upcoming Seafarer of the Tyrant pathway was traceable, but knowing he had a connection to an Artisan would be too much.
Mr. Hanged Man felt his initial excitement fade. Wind Blessed was a Sequence 6 formula, and its price was at least 2,000 pounds. He had just finished gathering the ingredients for Seafarer and had almost no money left.
Even though he had worked with the Artisan Cielf June for years, he still had to pay for his commissions. Even at a discount, crafting a weapon that met Mr. Emperor's requirements would cost at least 1,500 pounds.
Klein, shrouded in gray fog, watched the two figures on the right side of the bronze table. Mr. Hanged Man really was a Sequence 8 Folk of Rage, and it seemed that the ghost shark blood traded between him and Miss Justice was an ingredient for Seafarer.
From Alger's tone, ghost shark blood was likely the main ingredient. That meant Miss Justice had been shortchanged!
Klein had estimated Sequence 9 formula and ingredient prices based on his Seer formula. In this deal, Miss Justice had lost at least 100 pounds.
He glanced at Miss Justice, who was still memorizing the formula. Well, this young lady probably didn't care. Too bad he didn't know any formulas himself, he couldn't take advantage of her generosity.
But could they not be so vague? How much exactly was a Sequence 6 formula worth?
"What kind of Beyonder weapon do you need? If it's something special, it'll take a long time."
Alger was still eager for the Wind Blessed formula, no matter how slim his chances were. He decided that no matter what Mr. Emperor asked, he would agree first and delay until he could gather the funds.
"I need a melee weapon, preferably a heavy one. A hammer or an axe will do, but it could offer a wider palette of attacks by transforming..." A hint of enthusiasm was in Mr. Emperor's voice as he explained how he wanted the weapon to be.
Heh Heh... Isn't Mr. Emperor just wanting the transforming Hunter Axe from Bloodborne...? Could it be? Nah, I'm just overthinking things. It's just a coincidence. Klein observed Mr. Emperor as he thought.
"...It would be even better." When Lorien finished explaining how he wanted the weapon to be, his eyes went to Klein, who was looking at him intensely. Shit, I got carried away. I couldn't help myself... Holding a transforming weapon in hand is like my dream coming true...
Audrey had finished memorizing the formula. When she heard Mr. Emperor needed an axe or hammer as a Beyonder weapon, she widened her eyes. She simply couldn't picture him swinging such a weapon in battle.
Klein was also surprised. Anyway, what Sequence was Mr. Emperor? He didn't look like someone who needed an axe to fight.
Alger didn't hesitate. Such weapons weren't too easy to find, But... "No problem, but it will take time. Beyonder weapons are in high demand, I might not come across one easily."
"No, two weeks - three at the latest. I need it by then."
Lorien wanted to complete his Barbarian Acting quickly so he could advance.
"Impossible. In that short time, I can't find a suitable weapon like this for you."
Alger shook his head. Even if he had a month, he might not be able to gather 1,500 pounds. After this Tarot Meeting, he planned to take the Seafarer potion, which would require time to stabilize his mind.
Moreover, Alger was only a pirate in name. He wouldn't resort to actual robbery. Black-market deals were the most the Church would tolerate. If he truly went into piracy, he wouldn't just face the Church's wrath, he wouldn't be able to escape his own conscience either.
Lorien frowned. It seemed Alger didn't have the money to commission the Artisan for a Beyonder weapon. After a moment of thought, he said:
"I can advance you the money for the weapon, but you must find a that suits my specifications. If you can do that, I'll sell you the Wind Blessed formula for just 2,000 pounds."
2,000 pounds!
Klein struggled to keep his expression neutral. Luckily, the gray fog concealed his face.
2,000 pounds, saved in a bank, would yield nearly 100 pounds in annual interest - more than his brother Benson's salary and equal to the annual wage of an Intern lecturer at Tingen University.
Even though Klein's weekly salary was now 3 pounds, about 150 pounds a year, he would have to save for twelve years without spending a penny to afford a Sequence 6 formula. And that was with Mr. Emperor lowering the price.
Even as a Mysticism novice, Klein knew that potion formulas, especially mid-to-high Sequence ones, were rare commodities that couldn't simply be bought with money. Just look at Miss Justice.
Alger was silent. He didn't know how Lorien had figured out he was short on money, but he needed the formula. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Deal."
Audrey, who had been listening quietly, looked at the Emperor with confusion. Was he also a Spectator? How had he noticed Mr. Hanged Man was broke? But that didn't seem likely. If he were, he would have shown signs of it in the last Tarot Meeting.
Glancing at the Spectator formula in her hand, Audrey smiled. By the next Tarot Meeting, she would be a Spectator. Then, she could observe both Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Emperor properly.
Alger turned to Audrey, needing a moment to collect himself, "You've memorized the formula, right?"
Seeing Audrey nod, Alger continued, "The last two ingredients are the main components of the potion. They come from extraordinary oceanic creatures, so be cautious."
Audrey nodded, looking at the last two ingredients on the parchment: A Matured Manhal Fish's Eyeball, and 35 milliliters of Goat-Horned Blackfish Blood.
Seeing her puzzled expression, Alger sighed in relief.
"Do you know how to Cogitate?" Alger asked. Seeing Miss Justice nod, he continued, "I don't know how much you understand about Cogitation, so I'll describe it. After drinking the potion, start cogitating immediately to stabilize your spirituality and mind. You must practice daily to truly grasp the potion's abilities and uncover its symbolic meaning and deeper mysteries.
Only this way can you minimize the risk of losing control. The key to a potion's symbolism is in its name, like Spectator…"
Klein quietly listened to the two conversing. He hadn't planned to butt in, just memorizing and learning in silence, but when he saw the Mr. Emperor already spacing out, it was clear this was too easy for him.
But when he heard Alger's description of grasping the potions, something clicked in his mind. He glanced at Mr. Emperor again and had an idea.
Audrey listened carefully to Mr. Hanged Man's explanation, about to ask for more details, when a light tapping on the table interrupted her.
She and Alger turned their heads at the same time, looking at Mr. Fool sitting at the head. Lorien also looked at him, knowing he was about to start acting like a big shot.
The mysterious powerhouse tapped his fingers and spoke in a deep voice.
"It's not about grasping them, but rather digesting them.
"It's not about discovery, but rather acting.
"The name of a potion is not only symbolic, it's also imagery. It is the key to digesting."
Audrey instinctively glanced at Mr. Hanged Man from the corner of her eye and was shocked to see him tremble, frozen in place like a commoner struck by sudden, deafening thunder.
As for Mr. Emperor, he turned to look at Mr. Fool but merely bowed his head in silence, not showing much surprise.
"Digesting, acting… Digesting, acting… Digesting, acting, key…" Alger muttered repeatedly, as if he had grasped something crucial or fallen under an odd spell.
After a while, he finally lifted his head and, in a hoarse voice, said, "Thank you, Mr. Fool. Your guidance is as precious as life itself. This has clarified a lot for me, though I doubt I fully understand it yet."
Klein maintained his mysterious and profound demeanor, smiled, and said, "This is the advance payment."
Truthfully, he didn't fully understand the exact meaning of his words either. He just knew that Emperor Roselle was stronger than the average Beyonder, stronger than Mr. Hanged Man.
Seeing that Mr. Emperor wasn't particularly shocked, Klein felt a bit resigned. Clearly, Mr. Emperor's background and knowledge of Mysticism weren't ordinary.
But after hearing this information, Mr. Emperor showed more respect. That meant the knowledge was high-level enough, which conveniently reinforced his own credibility, making his identity more secure.
"Advance payment..." Audrey saw Mr. Hanged Man's reaction and realized how valuable the insight was. As she pondered, she asked, "Mr. Fool, what do you want us to do?"
Lorien nodded. "Do you have a request for us?"
Klein, keeping up the act, leaned back slightly, glanced at the Mr. Emperor with satisfaction, and spoke in a low, steady voice:
"Help me collect Emperor Roselle Gustav's secret diary, even if it's just a single page."
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At the junction between the Eastern and Northern Boroughs, inside the Disabled Soldiers Aid Association.
Dressed in a morning suit, Butler August sat in a single-seater sofa, facing the association's director, Ms. Hilda, with retired officers' club leader, Mr. Claude, sitting beside her.
Hilda's kind face carried worry and concern. She looked at the upright butler and hesitantly asked, "So soon? The association has only just mobilized the young mens. Shouldn't we wait a little longer?"
August's hair was meticulously combed, and his tone was firm. "Right now, public opinion is against Mr. Damon, which affects the association too. If we delay any longer, things will only get worse."
Claude, a tall man, nodded in agreement. "Once Mr. Damon's case turns around, we can leverage public sentiment to formally pressure the cabinet. More people will join and support us."
"Alright, I'll speak to the young mens," Hilda agreed. It was, after all, in the best interest of the association and the disabled soldiers.
Claude gestured for her to wait and then added, "Let's hold on a bit longer. Duke Negan's secretary will be here soon. We should discuss our course of action in detail with him."
"The Duke is willing to step in?" Hilda's face lit up. In the past, the military had tacitly allowed the association's protests, but they had never received direct support.
"Yes."
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Above the gray fog, Klein had already given a brief explanation about Roselle's diary, and the three had agreed to help collect it for Mr. Fool.
Meanwhile, Alger had finished explaining what he knew about the Spectator pathway, and the group had moved on to discussing current events around them.
Audrey recalled conversations between her father and brother about the political situation and added, "They believe the government structure is too chaotic. Every time an election changes the ruling party, there's a full-scale personnel replacement, making everything a mess and horribly inefficient. This has led to losses in the war and brought massive inconvenience to the people."
Lorien suddenly interjected, "It's not about structural chaos, it's the result of party competition. It's always been there, but this time, the defeat in the Feysac Empire war in the East Balam made the losses more severe, which forced them to reconsider."
Alger added, "If they got stung by a black mosquito, they might still react slowly, but when Feysac took a big chunk out of them like a shark, of course they want to stop the bleeding. Whether they actually change anything... who knows?"
The black mosquito was a notoriously toxic insect from the south of the Loen Kingdom, known for causing unbearable itching. Given how slow politicians were, even realizing they had been bitten within a year would be a miracle.
Audrey covered her mouth with her hand and ignored the cynicism from Mr. Emperor and Mr. Hanged Man instead getting to the heart of the matter. "Unfortunately, they can't find a good alternative system for now."
Klein smiled slightly, sensing the discussion had entered his area of expertise. "That's a simple problem."
Audrey raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. "Simple?"
Klein, recalling past discussions from his previous life, smiled confidently. "Exams. Like university entrance exams. Hold an open exam for all citizens. It can be divided into two or three rounds to objectively select the most capable individuals."
"And then?" Audrey could already see the potential backlash.
Without giving her time to sort her thoughts, Klein continued, "These elites would fill administrative roles in the Cabinet, the county government, the city government, and the various towns. Yes, the positions that are directly handling matters, such as the Secretary of the Cabinet."
"As for ministers, county heads, and mayors, those would still be decided by elections. That's the political party's rightful prize."
Klein described the meritocratic system from his past life's England. If Loen had a strong enough figure to push it forward, it could reshape party politics and prevent governance paralysis, though it would inevitably birth the unkillable beast of bureaucracy.
Audrey thought for a moment before hesitantly asking, "So even if those ministers were literal curly-haired baboons, it wouldn't matter much?"
"No," Alger interjected. "I think curly-haired baboons would be better than the current ministers."
He paused before adding, "At least baboons only eat, sleep, and breed. They wouldn't make dumb decisions or insist on brainless policies."
Lorien steered the conversation back on track. "Ever since the Grain Act was repealed, the party conflict has escalated. Their supporters barely keep them from outright clashing. If the Prime Minister or party leaders knew about Mr. Fool's idea, they'd push for it immediately, otherwise, another clash is inevitable."
Audrey looked at Klein and sincerely praised, "Mr. Fool, you must be a wise elder with vast life experience."
Klein's mouth twitched. Was Miss Justice planning to share my suggestion with her family? What about Mr. Emperor?
Glancing at Lorien, Klein stayed silent for a few seconds before saying, "That's all for today's gathering."
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A lot of things happened.
We got to know more about the situation related to the shooting incident.
Lorien went to act as a Barbarian but ended up becoming a hero of Xio instead.
We also got to see the nobles from both parties react to the shooting incident.
As always, we get to see the Tarot Club's signature characteristic - overthinking everything.
Klein can seemingly sense Lorien's connection to the Nation of Disorder.
And most importantly, our Miss Justice just wants to see two burly men fight each other for her entertainment. Rich lady indeed.
Lorien got way too into his desire for a transforming weapon, which might have dropped a hint to Klein about his transmigrator status. But Klein just waved it away as a "Coincidence."
Alger's status as the number one believer of the God of Poverty has gotten out.
Also, Klein seems to be getting a bit too into his act as the mysterious and profound expert in front of them.
Anyways, feedback feeds my motivation. Tell me your thoughts, and I hope you enjoyed it.