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After the "world" and "the sun" were exchanged alone, the Tarot party entered the free chat session. "Justice" Audrey asked with great interest the unique scenery and anecdotes on the sea. "Alger is selectively describing it according to his own knowledge."

"Magic" Firth quietly listened, gradually got inspiration, wanted to write a novel about the pirate king, wrote that he captured a female passenger, and had a love and hate intertwined with each other, the story of fantasy and reality coexist .

"Sun" Dairik can only imagine what the sea looks like based on the paintings and corresponding texts of the Silver City collection.

At the end of the day, Klein, who was gradually depleted in spirituality, announced the end of the Tarot party and quickly returned to the real world to make up for a nap.

............

At 7:30 in the evening, Queens, it seems to belong to a noble house.

Fols put on a hooded robes and, after many days, participated in the party organized by Mr. A.

She sat quietly in the corner, and looked around casually, and found that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on a single sofa, seemed to be a little different from the past.

This is not a change in appearance and temperament, because the face of the other party is completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, and Firth can't see it at all.

She feels different, just a feeling of near intuition:

Mr. A is no longer as leisurely and indifferent as he used to be. He always looks at everyone in a down-to-earth manner. Today, he seems to be very depressed, trying to control what is being done, and the dangerous expectations are rising.

In the past, Mr. A was a mountain. Now he is closer to the body and spit out the core of the snake... The best-selling novelist, Fols, is glad that he wants to hide the Tarot, in order to let him know that he is buying. The items in the solar field did not come to her.

So even if there is any unexpected change, my escape will be much simpler... Firth turned the bracelet with only two stones left.

She is not in a hurry to write her own needs into a note, to the waiter, but to patiently watch for a while.

This is not her natural cautiousness, but the past few lessons have left a deep impression on her, only two of the stones on the bracelet are evidence.

After waiting for ten minutes, she finally picked up the paper and pen in front of her and wrote it with a deliberately distorted handwriting:

“Buy the magical items in the sun or powerful weapons.”

After handing the note to the waiter, Fols looked around again, but couldn't find the "eternal raging" believer who helped to hold the purification and exorcism rituals from the many disguised or disguised figures.

A pile of transactions was brewed in the shuttle bus between the waiters, and the entire hall was quiet and orderly.

After the discussion and communication in the middle, Fols's needs were added to the two frontmost blackboards.

Not long after, she received a reply from the waiter.

A small piece of white paper is filled with dense words:

"Fantastic items, the ring of light", it can make the wearer become the messenger of light, the sun's attendant, immune to many diseases, master the divine power, the wearer can summon the dazzling beam, can use many sun field spells, It is the nemesis of this kind of creature that can purify the dead spirit within 50 meters."

"Through this ring, the wearer's approval will be improved, and if it is not approved, it will be weakened."

"The only problem with it is that if the wearer frequently uses it, it will gradually become a believer in the 'eternal glory', slowly obeying the doctrine and praising the sun."

"If you want to get it, please pay 9,000 pounds in cash at a time, I can wait for you to raise."

9000 pounds? Fols opened his mouth and there was a feeling of robbery.

This is her huge fortune that she can't borrow even if she is looking for someone to borrow!

In addition to the assassination of the deposits of Ambassador Intis, up to now, all the money she has seen has not increased so much!

A person with 9,000 pounds of cash, even in Beckland, is definitely a rich man!

Although I know that magical items are very expensive, I have never thought that they can be expensive to this extent... This is to get 9000 pounds and no longer participate in extraordinary gatherings, withdraw from this circle, and enjoy life with peace of mind? Fols quietly took a breath and did not dare to respond to each other for a short time.

She pretended to have been listening for almost ten minutes, but did not wait for other responses, did not wait for a relatively cheap and extraordinary weapon, had to get up and go to the bathroom.

After confirming that there were no ones, she closed the toilet door, sat down on the toilet, mourned the name of Mr. Fool, told the other person what happened just now, and asked him to convey it to the "world."

On top of the boundless gray mist, Klein, who heard the unreal cascading sound, quickly entered and grasped the situation.

9000 pounds? He meditated on this number and his expression was slightly distorted.

After silently calculating the money that could be raised in the short term, he gave a sigh of relief and showed the world of "dummy" and manipulated him to respond:

"...the negative problem of this magical item is too serious, I don't want to be a believer in the sun."

"You don't have to worry about this, we switch to cash transactions."

“Pay for £450, the recipe for the ‘Master of the Master’ is yours.”

When the voice just fell, the contact was interrupted. Klein watched the "world" disappear, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, saying to himself:

"The next step is to look at the clues about what the savage man can collect..."

"Otherwise, I can only find the eagle's eye, the old prince to buy the brooch."

............

In the washroom, Fols sighed and said that he would hold a sacrifice ceremony as soon as possible after returning.

Unfortunately, I don't know the recipe yet, otherwise I can take the opportunity to see if there is any extraordinary material I need... She went back to the hall and looked at the information on the two blackboards.

She did not respond to the previous note, and did not even consider the bargaining problem, because even if she can make the other party cheaper than 1,000 pounds, she has no money to buy, the turnover can not be opened, and more importantly, she feels that "world" Mr. seems Can't afford it either.

From the sidelines to the end, due to the change of Mr. A, she did not stop, did not talk to people, and quickly left the house.

After ten minutes, the party was completely over, leaving only Mr. A and his waiters.

Mr. A slowly stood up and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Suddenly, he bent his knees and fell to the ground, rolling several steps.

He was there, and the shadow under him was red.

His flesh and blood melted and immersed in it, making the shadow look like a brand new, skinless, monster-like person separated from his body!

Hehe... Mr. A’s breathing gradually calmed down, and his tight body slowly eased.

And the separated flesh and blood "flowed" back again.

Everything has become nothing strange.

Mr. A marched forward and reached the basement, once again choked to make repentance.

The things before the repentance were mistaken, not alert enough, and the cause of the Lord’s coming was destroyed.

............

Silver City, Dairik Berg's home.

He walked around the table and walked silently for several laps. He never made up his mind. His reason told him that the advice of Mr. "Down Man" was the best choice, but his mind always flashed into the mission. The faces of other members, who feel that they pretend to be out of control, do not go away, is to abandon them!

Is there no way to save them? I want to find a chance to see the chief, the half-destroyed temple belongs to the fallen creator, belongs to the evil spirits who are in charge of the "shepherd" approach, tells him to let him be careful of the elder Lloydya and replace the mission. Responsible person... But, where should I know where to know? In their eyes, Mr. "The Fool" should also be equal to the evil spirits... Dairik irritated and grabbed his hair.

The hurricane axe is placed at the most accessible place, and every ray of lightning flashes through the window, creating a faint glimmer of light.

Suddenly, Dairik stopped and looked out to the outside world, looking at the dark sky.

He seemed to see the way his parents died before they died, and found the feeling of suffering a stabbing sword.

"It’s too late... I have to be prepared later, so that I can’t be suspected of discovering that it’s a 'fallen creator'...” His expression was distorted for a while, biting his teeth and whispering a few words, then Severely leave the window, go back to the table, and begin to consume his spirituality in a way that practises the extraordinary ability of "Prayer", so that it can quickly approach dryness.

............

Inside the luxury villa of Earl of Hall.

Being in the studio, Audrey, who was smeared with oil paint, heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

After the close-up maid Anne opened the door, she found out that the visitor turned out to be her mother, Countess Caitlin.

Although the lady is close to fifty, she seems to be in her early thirties. She is blond and glamorous enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.

"Mom, is there anything?" Audrey put down the items in her hand and asked with a puzzled face.

The countess looked at her little daughter who was more beautiful than she was when she was young. She smiled and said:

“I just attended the dinner party. Mrs. Jura said that you are very interested in the knowledge of psychology. I want to ask a tutor, isn’t it?”

"Yes, but I haven't decided yet..." Audrey answered hesitantly, as usual.

The countess could not see her daughter's mind and smiled:

“She recommended a psychologist called Islant. If you have no problems, I will send someone to invite her, twice a week, how?”

"You get your idea." Audrey smiled a little bit, "Mom, come, sit here, I am missing a beautiful model!"

............

On Tuesday morning, Klein identified the party called "The Eye of Wisdom" from the "Beckland Morning Post".

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about whether the item could catch up with Miss Sharon’s enemies.

To celebrate this good news, he decided to go to the Craig Club for a day of relaxation.

PS: Today, three more, ask for the recommended ticket and the monthly ticket ~ In addition, this chapter is updated on time, and then the starting point collapses. .