Chapter 288: Tarot Society

Above the endless gray mist, a magnificent palace stood silently.

Inside the palace, a deep red glow rose, and vague human silhouettes appeared at each side of the mottled ancient bronze long table.

Leikton lounged casually, slouching on a high‑backed chair.

After shedding the identity of Leikton Sos, he found himself even more free‑spirited.

Just as the members of the Tarot Society regained their senses, they saw Miss Justice already standing, looking toward the head of the mottled table, greeting cheerfully:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

Miss Justice greeted everyone in turn, from the Fool onward, to the end of the world.

Truly a well‑born, carefree girl. Emlyn pretended to be deep, internally evaluating Audrey, and politely responded to the greeting.

After the mutual greetings, Emlyn tapped the tabletop, looked at Justice Audrey and said:

"What you need."

Audrey pressed her right hand down slightly, made a stop gesture, then smiled lightly and said:

"We'll discuss the transaction later; now is Mr. Fool's reading time."

From Mr. Moon's tone, the psychological‑doctor material I need, he already has at least one. That's good news.

Audrey's mood grew increasingly pleasant, her brows and eyes tinged with a smile.

Then she turned to the figure in the gray mist, raising the tail of her voice and said:

"Esteemed Mr. Fool, I have obtained three more pages of the Roselle diary."

Following Miss Justice's example, Magician Folsi also spoke:

"Esteemed Mr. Fool, I also have three new pages of the Roselle diary here."

Little Sun Dairik, sitting beside Leikton, quickly added:

"Great Mr. Fool, I have transcribed some legends about the ancient gods."

Craine had a fruitful day, Leikton glanced at the head of the table at Mr. Fool and muttered to himself.

When Craine finished reading all the Roselle diaries and the ancient‑god data submitted by Little Sun, he casually made the papers vanish, then leaned back in his chair and said:

"You may begin."

Justice Audrey, a bit impatient, looked across at Emlyn and said:

"Mr. Moon, do you have information on the Elder Tree fruit and Mirror Dragon blood?"

"A total of 750 pounds; they will soon be yours."

"Of course, plus my fee, 100 pounds."

Emlyn lifted his chin slightly, nodded lightly and said.

Audrey didn't bother calculating the total price; she replied joyfully:

"Deal!"

"I hope we can complete the transaction today, or tomorrow at the latest."

"No problem."

With 100 pounds soon in hand, Emlyn could not refuse Miss Justice's request at all.

At this moment, Hanged Man A'erjie turned his head toward the Vampire Mr. in the Tarot Society, estimating his psychological price in his mind, then said:

"Do you still want the blood‑sire baron's inheritance? 4500 pounds, that's the best price I could secure for you."

Emlyn, who had been somewhat delighted at the impending 100 pounds, instantly twisted his expression.

If it were only 1000 pounds, I would definitely take it, but

"Ha, you can haggle, after all for pirates, anything that can be sold is profit; they have no cost, keeping it in hand is actually what they least want to see."

Leikton, quietly observing from his high‑backed chair, reminded Emlyn with a sentence.

"Huh?"

It could still be like that, Emlyn was stunned for two seconds, then turned his head toward the Hanged Man on the side.

He was a bit slow to realize that the 4500‑pound price had been marked up by this Hanged Man.

Humans are truly deceitful creatures; I once naively thought this Hanged Man was a good person, Emlyn muttered inwardly about the Hanged Man's tactics, while pondering a suitable price.

The Hanged Man A'erjie slightly frowned, but his face remained calm. What does the white tower mean? Why remind this vampire?

The Hanged Man truly is unscrupulous, inflating prices in trades among Tarot Society members; hmm, this must relate to his experience and temperament, a mature, rational extraordinary being.

Justice Audrey, having just realized, subconsciously analyzed Hanged Man A'erjie in her mind.

Moon Emlyn's expression was somewhat conflicted as he said:

"I, I will consider it again."

He had just calculated his savings; even counting the yet‑uncollected 100‑pound fee, his total was still under 500 pounds. Even if the Hanged Man asked 1000 pounds, I still couldn't afford it.

"4000 pounds, that's the big pirate's psychological bottom line."

The Hanged Man voluntarily lowered the price a bit, which nonetheless remained far above that pirate's bottom line.

"I, I still need to think it over."

Emlyn struggled to speak, suddenly feeling he should find ways to earn money quickly.

"No problem." Hanged Man A'erjie did not press.

Another Tarot Society member voiced poverty, quietly watching this scene, Craine internally teased himself happily.

The Hanged Man clearly overestimated this vampire otaku's savings; Leikton glanced at Emlyn, then withdrew his gaze.

Seeing no one step forward, Leikton turned his gaze to the magician Folsi on his left‑front, and softly said:

"Magician Miss, I have a simple commission, wonder if you might be interested."

"What commission?" Folsi asked, a hint of wariness.

"Deliver a magical item to a location; you need not interact with anyone, just place it in the mailbox I designate."

Reckton chuckled and explained his request.

"Just to place a mystical item?"

Fors was suspicious; she felt such a simple task was not something he would propose. Perhaps that mystical item was not simple, or perhaps that place was not simple.

"It's that simple. I'm not in Backlund, and delivering the mystical item personally would be too much trouble, so I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"What kind of remuneration do you need?"

Reckton explained, then asked about the remuneration.

At the mention of remuneration, Fors hesitated slightly. Just helping deliver a mystical item was not too troublesome; she even felt it didn't matter whether Reckton offered any payment. Finding any courier in Backlund to deliver something for her would cost less than one soler.

"Uh, as for remuneration, could you help me record some Beyonder abilities on a mystical item?"

"They don't need to be too strong—just record some different types of Beyonder abilities as you see fit."

"Leymano's Travel Notes?" Hearing Fors ask him to help record Beyonder abilities, he immediately thought of the mystical item in Lawrence's hands.

Lawrence had already been promoted to Sequence 6 Recorder, so this mystical item was of little use to him. He had given this mystical item to Fors; it seemed that Miss Magician had already gained some trust from the Abraham family during this time—at the very least, Lawrence had chosen to trust her.

"How did you—yes."

Fors's surprised words slipped out, then she realized that he was also quite familiar with Mr. Lawrence, so it was not strange for him to know about this mystical item. She stopped her unfinished sentence and nodded gently.

"No problem."

Reckton nodded gently. Just recording some Beyonder abilities—he didn't even need to do it himself. The Beyonder abilities of the crew aboard the Golden Dream alone could fill several copies of Leymano's Travel Notes.

At the mention of Leymano's Travel Notes, an idea suddenly sprouted in Fors's mind. She hesitantly looked around, then cleared her throat and spoke:

"Everyone, I have a mystical item called Leymano's Travel Notes."

"Its Beyonder ability is: it allows the holder, upon witnessing a certain Beyonder ability, to record it and fix it onto one of the notebook's pages for long-term preservation, to be used at any time when needed."

"But after each use, the corresponding page will become blank again and needs to be re-recorded."

"Beyonder abilities higher than Sequence 6 cannot be recorded with certainty; there is a probability of failure. The higher the sequence, the greater the chance of failure, and the effect is only half of the original."

"At its highest, it can record abilities at the demigod level, but only up to three types, and the probability of recording failure is very high."

Very strong, but the ability overlaps somewhat with Creeping Hunger. I can also use Beyonder abilities of other pathways relying on that glove, and without any reduction in strength.

Klein sighed slightly in his heart and compared it with Creeping Hunger.

"How much?" Justice Audrey, the Tarot Club member least lacking in money, directly asked the price.

The Hanged Man A'erjie and Moon Emlyn were also somewhat eager to try, but they were well aware of their own financial situations and were completely unable to compete with Miss Justice.

"No, I'm not planning to sell this mystical item."

Fors quickly waved her hand and explained.

Not selling? Then why explain so much to us? A trace of doubt flashed through Audrey's mind. She understood Fors quite well and knew that she would not do something like showing off a mystical item in front of everyone. In private, perhaps.

"What I mean is, I can rent it out when you need it."

"Below demigod, the effect of this mystical item is absolutely considered powerful. It can significantly increase your combat power."

Besides, with Mr. Fool here, I'm not worried about it being lost.

(End of this chapter)