As the crimson star’s light rapidly receded, Roger regained consciousness.
He was still in his underground workshop, everything as usual, and even Bandit hadn’t left yet.
“…That card is for you to learn to read, not for you to squat on.”
Roger’s mouth twitched as he lifted Bandit, who had almost turned into a cuboid, off the card.
“It’s already four o’clock without realizing it; I need to go see Vincent.”
Earlier, Roger had proactively sought out Haynes Vincent, expressing his desire to join a Beyonder gathering through his connections.
Of course, this was almost a direct admission of his identity as a Beyonder.
For Roger, it didn’t matter; he wasn’t afraid of potential contamination, as his goal was to join the Aurora Order anyway.
But he didn’t know how Haynes Vincent’s mind worked; after learning about this, he seemed to think Roger was showing sincerity, becoming even more enthusiastic towards the latter, even saying he would “introduce him to some friends.”
Roger said nothing, agreeing to it, as his top priority now was to obtain the last piece of Elf Darkleaf.
The Attention-Seeker’s main effect was in the emotional domain, with little direct combat power improvement, which left Roger with a subtle anxiety.
As long as he could complete the Clamorist potion, his strength would definitely increase significantly!
Roger put on his newly bought coat, a new gray wide-brimmed fedora, and left the house carrying a leather bag and a silver-unadorned cane.
Because Haynes Vincent had told him that this Beyonder gathering required masks, Roger also temporarily replaced these personal items with distinct styles.
Ever since he made a splash at the previous banquet, Roger had suddenly become famous in Tingen.
Many people came to the Divination Club to ask him for divination, and some even publicly expressed willingness to bid, as Angelica said, “8 Soles is simply limiting the imagination of these rich people.”
Fame brings trouble; anyway, Roger had already paid off his debt to the Divination Club, so he planned to lie low for a while.
On the other hand, he also didn’t want to raise his divination prices too high, as that might seem like he was undercutting Haynes Vincent and Klein.
Especially since the latter urgently needed to digest the Seer potion, Roger didn’t want to delay Mr.
The Fool’s path to godhood.
“Yo, Klein, today is truly a good day.”
Seeing Klein right at the door, Roger greeted him warmly.
“Meters, it’s good to see you.
Why didn’t you bring Bandit today?”
Klein glanced at Roger’s empty shoulder and asked with a smile.
“I’m going to have dinner with a friend; that restaurant doesn’t allow pets.”
Roger casually made up a lie.
It seemed to be influenced by the previous Tarot Club; this time, when Klein mentioned Bandit, there was a clear sense of amusement in his tone. Read this novel at novelping . com for the best experience.
“Hmm, by the way, Meters.”
Klein changed the subject: “Thanks for the business you introduced earlier.
I’d like to invite you to dinner at my place tomorrow night; I’ll cook myself.”
“The honor is mine.”
Roger took off his fedora, held it to his chest, and bowed slightly.
After bidding farewell to Klein, Roger boarded a public carriage and headed towards the suburbs.
It seemed that to avoid scrutiny from the Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and Mandated Punishers, this gathering was deliberately arranged in a less densely populated area near the university district.
Of course, this also perfectly aligned with the Aurora Order’s modus operandi.
Around 4:50 PM, Roger arrived at the designated location.
Following the memories in his mind, he twisted and turned, proceeding along an underground passage, finally meeting Haynes Vincent, who was wearing a classic black robe and had heavy dark circles under his eyes.
“Good afternoon, Mr.
Vincent.”
After Roger greeted him, he followed the latter’s guidance and continued deeper underground from an inconspicuous secret door.
On the way, both of them took out a mask and put it on.
Roger wore a brown owl mask, while Haynes Vincent put on a fox mask.
This passage seemed to have originally been some kind of abandoned underground construction in Tingen, and it was quite dim.
After passing several intersections and walking for about 5 minutes, their vision suddenly cleared.
Before them was a spacious circular room, with several bright gas lamps on the walls, and many men and women wearing various masks were already seated inside.
Many of them were chatting in low voices, while others remained silent.
Within a few seconds of entering the room, Roger clearly felt many gazes bypass Haynes Vincent and fall upon himself.
Most people, after a brief distraction, returned to their discussions, but a few of them lingered exceptionally long, seemingly scrutinizing something.
Among them was also a tall person wearing a goat mask, seated at the head of the table.
He knew these must be members of the Aurora Order; as for the ‘Goat Mask,’ Roger judged him to be the organizer of this gathering.
But he remained unmoved, finding empty seats with Vincent and sitting down.
Through the owl mask, Roger squinted at a blackboard on the wall with many words written in white chalk, and next to it stood a thin figure in a gray suit wearing a Puppet mask.
The blackboard was filled with information about demands for spiritual materials, potion formulas, and other rare items, as well as corresponding sales information.
And among them, Roger even found a demand for the Sequence 8 Trickmaster potion formula from the Apprentice pathway.
“If there’s anything you want to buy, or anything you want to sell, you can register it.”
Vincent coughed lightly, which attracted the attention of the attendant wearing the Puppet mask.
The latter came forward and handed Roger and Vincent paper and pens, asking them to write down their requests.
“Demand: One Elf Darkleaf.”
“For Sale:
Sequence 9 Apprentice potion formula, 250 pounds.
Sequence 8 Trickmaster potion formula, 450 pounds.”
Actually, Roger originally didn’t want to sell potion formulas, but considering he wanted to buy a magical item as well, he decided to exchange some cash first.
He just didn’t know if the Beyonder who wanted the Trickmaster potion formula would be willing to pay that price.
Roger handed the paper in his hand to the attendant wearing the Puppet mask, and Vincent also wrote something and handed it to him.
After a while, the attendant returned again and leaned into Roger’s ear.
“Sir, someone wants your Trickmaster potion formula and agrees to your asking price.”
“No one wants the Apprentice formula?”
Although Roger was a little disappointed, being able to cash in 450 pounds right now was also a good thing.
He nodded, truthfully wrote down the Trickmaster’s formula, and handed it to the attendant; soon after, the other party returned, bringing 450 pounds in cash.
“It’s good to have money, isn’t it?”
Haynes Vincent teased; he hadn’t expected Roger to earn 450 gold pounds right from the start.
Roger chuckled and said nothing more.
After a while, Roger suddenly saw the person wearing the goat mask call the attendant over and say a few words, and then the attendant walked straight over without seeming to avoid anyone.
“Sir, the organizer of the meeting, Mr.
C, can provide Elf Darkleaf; you only need to pay 10 gold pounds.”
“Mr.
C?”
Roger was slightly taken aback when he heard this name.
“Could this be the Divine Emissary of Awwa County?”