After hearing The Hanged Man’s description, Klein couldn’t help but recall Red Angel Medici and the evil spirit found in the underground ruin.

However, he didn’t share the discoveries of his exploration this time. Firstly, there wasn’t a need to, and secondly, it involved Miss Sharron.

As for the other members, they had already learned that Bansy Harbor had been destroyed. And since The Hanged Man hadn’t revealed any new information, there was no need for them to reply to the matter.

Realizing that no one was saying anything, Alger glanced at The World before looking back. He said calmly, “That’s all from me.”

The Hermit immediately turned to look at Fors.

“Ma’am, what do you know about Mr. Door? I can pay for the corresponding piece of information.”

Fors, who didn’t wish to expose her problems, suddenly hesitated when she heard the latter half of the sentence. She was momentarily tempted.

Payment. I wonder how much Ma’am Hermit can pay me… I don’t really know much about Mr. Door either… Furthermore, some of the knowledge stems from Mr. Fool’s words… Fors looked to the end of the long bronze table once again and asked, “Honorable Mr. Fool, can I tell her?”

As he met her every full moon, Klein knew that Miss Magician’s financial situation wasn’t in the best of states, so he smiled with a nod.

“Yes.”

Fors silently heaved a sigh of relief, turned to Cattleya, and said, “500 pounds. You can request for a private exchange.”

Cattleya didn’t bargain. After some thought, she said, “There’s no need. Just say it directly.”

She wished to see if the other members would be able to figure out more about Mr. Door from Miss Magician’s description.

Fors nodded and deliberated over her words.

“I once obtained a mystical item that helped me traverse the spirit world. But after using it, I would hear strange ravings every full moon or Blood Moon. It would inflict an excruciating pain upon me that puts me on the verge of losing control.

“And according to Mr. Fool, these ravings come from Mr. Door.”

She paused and added, “‘He’ might be asking for help.”

So Fors has been silently suffering such pain… She usually doesn’t show it, acting as though she greatly enjoys life… As Audrey subconsciously pitied her friend, she began wondering how she hadn’t discovered anything abnormal about Fors with her Spectator powers.

Mystical item that can traverse the spirit world… Ravings during the full moon… Suspected to be asking for help… Cattleya repeated Miss Magician’s key points as she nodded with satisfaction.

you for your

regretfully realizing that no one else had any

and soon

a few transactions, Klein returned to the real

picked up a pen and paper to write to Sharron. He told her that the Scales of Luck had been sold, leaving only the Biological Poison

wrote the information such as “126 Garde Street, Hillston,” and “Ma’am Maryam.” Then, he opened his iron cigar case and made Admiral of Blood Senor silently appear beside

valet as he humbly picked up the letter

few streets away, a letter appeared out of

Chester County, the Hall

the mirror with her unfocused green eyes as the

recalled. She

mysterious space above the gray fog to create a product that was a fusion of information bestowment and the Seer’s dreamscape ability to

for Audrey to finish reading the Book of Secrets. If she had

improving… Audrey thought in delight as a twinkle gradually returned to her

the bored golden retriever who was sprawled

warily and twitched her nose before saying, “This is the most standard action

said with a smile, “I thought you would reply:

words makes

that’s what that

“…”

her father, Earl Hall, with his valet and attendant walking up

were even candle stands that had been lit. They were

needs a major renovation,” Earl

manner and said, “Yes, my dear earl. This is precisely why I dislike this place. It makes me

I’m actually spending 13,000 pounds a year to repair this place,” Earl Hall said with

and smiled

there

pointed at the papers

you interested? I think this industry has a very bright future. And it’s currently far from reaching its lowest

word rather unfamiliar as her eyes darted around, her expression

smiled at his

of machinery with two wheels that allows a person to ride on it. You can understand it as a carriage for the

people who engage in labor work. Next would be the type of people with some technical skill and standing. This is the target audience of the bike. They have

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