“I understand.
I look forward to the day when I can exchange for the contents of Emperor Roselle’s diary from you.”
Miss Justice suppressed her inner envy and said.
“Of course, but that will require sufficient compensation.”
Mr.
Fool nodded with a smile.
After all, he held all the initiative, so he didn’t need to worry about that for now.
Truman watched the two of them playing off each other, and his gray eyes flickered a few times.
Even a supernatural rookie like Miss Justice could access the contents of Emperor Roselle’s diary?
Fortunately, the method of deciphering Emperor Roselle’s diary should be relatively secret knowledge.
Otherwise, Emperor Roselle’s posthumous reputation would be ruined—and that might happen today.
“Mr.
Fool, Mr.
Hanged Man, Mr.
Lovers, I have three questions I would like to ask.”
“If you believe the answers are of great value, tell me what you need, and I will do my best to find it.”
Audrey clasped her hands together and placed them in front of her.
“No problem!”
Alger replied simply.
Mr.
Fool leaned lazily back in his chair and gave a slight nod.
How comfortable it was to have someone help bear the spiritual consumption.
Truman also nodded casually.
He needed to continuously consume spirituality to maintain the stability of his spirit body.
Fortunately, the consumption was minimal; otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the mood to speak.
“First question, what exactly does ‘acting’ mean?”
“I’ve found that the residual spirit within the potion has very little effect on me.
Is it because I’m acting as a Spectator?”
Audrey pondered for a moment before asking.
“The name of the potion is the key to mastering it.”
“The power of the potion is also equivalent to the treasure hidden within a castle.”
“By acting, you become an invited guest entering the castle, which is much easier than storming the castle head-on.”
Seeing that the other two had no intention of speaking, Klein lightly tapped the edge of the bronze long table and used the example of capturing a castle to answer the young lady’s question.
“Actually, before you have fully digested the potion, you simultaneously harbor two types of spirituality within you!”
Seeing Miss Justice deep in thought, Truman pondered for a moment before joining the conversation.
At the very least, he needed to show his willingness to integrate into the Tarot Club.
“If you’ve ever kept pets, you’ll understand that they always fight each other over territory.”
“Your successful advancement to become a Beyonder means that your spirituality, with its home-field advantage, has temporarily suppressed the spirituality of the potion.”
“But if your spirituality is overly depleted, that little pet you’ve been suppressing may seize the opportunity to rebel against you.”
“But if both sides are the same species, or even male and female, then the two pets inside your body will get along much more harmoniously.” The source of this chapter is g.com.
Truman’s vivid analogy caused the three members of the Tarot Club to show expressions of sudden realization simultaneously.
“Mr.
Fool, Mr.
Lovers, thank you for your answers.”
“I think I’ll be able to soothe that disobedient little dog.”
Audrey said gratefully to Mr.
Fool and Mr.
Lovers.
She now had a relatively clear understanding of the essence of “acting.”
“May I ask both gentlemen, what price do I need to pay?”
She paused for a moment and asked again.
“More of Roselle’s diary, or any information about the Antigonus family.”
Mr.
Fool replied without hesitation.
“What I said is nothing but trivial tricks compared to Mr.
Fool’s explanation.
I don’t need any compensation.
Consider this a return gift for Miss Justice introducing me to the Tarot Club.”
Truman waved his hand indifferently.
“Oh, and a reminder—regarding the acting method, it’s best not to spread it widely, unless you don’t want to be invited for tea by the orthodox churches.”
Truman’s words once again caught the attention of the three.
The Hanged Man Alger casually glanced at Miss Justice.
As expected, Justice was the first unable to contain her curiosity.
She suppressed the embarrassment rising in her heart and asked:
“Mr.
Lovers…
may I ask why?”
“I don’t know!”
Truman spread his hands toward Miss Justice.
“Huh?”
Miss Justice pouted in dissatisfaction.
What kind of answer was that?
First pique someone’s curiosity, then say you don’t know?
“Since the orthodox churches haven’t made the acting method public, it means that choosing to make it public would definitely do more harm than good.”
“Since we don’t know, it means we shouldn’t know.”
But he ultimately gave up on that research, which wasted his time and energy.
His inspiration was far more acute than that of ordinary Beyonders, which made him more susceptible to mysterious influences.
He still couldn’t forget the time he casually sang a song while bathing and attracted the attention of the Hidden Sage.
If he hadn’t been holding a Sequence 3 Saint in his arms at the time, he would have been dead by now.
This also made him develop the habit of never being without the statue of the Primordial Demoness.
All of this made him understand that this world was far more dangerous than imagined, and that one should never delve into things they shouldn’t know.
“Ahem, Mr.
Fool, I have some information about the Antigonus family here.”
The Hanged Man Alger, seeing the awkward atmosphere, spoke up to change the subject.
Truman listened quietly as The Hanged Man Alger recounted information he already knew.
He now had some rough guesses about Mr.
Fool’s condition.
This person should be in some kind of semi-sealed state, much like that poor Mr.
Door.
Since Mr.
Fool’s power could help him resist Mr.
Door’s whispers, his power couldn’t be weaker than Mr.
Door’s.
And if someone as powerful as Mr.
Fool still needed worthless people like them to learn about the outside world, did that mean his actions were somehow restricted?
That he couldn’t directly interfere with the material world?
As Truman listened to The Hanged Man’s account, he also organized the information he knew about the Antigonus family.
As long as Mr.
Fool wanted something from them, he probably wouldn’t harm them in the short term.
He could slowly investigate information about Mr.
Fool later.
“Excellent, I am very satisfied with this compensation.”
Mr.
Fool gave a barely perceptible nod to Alger’s response.
Although he had only learned that the Antigonus family had ultimately been destroyed by the Church of the Evernight, and that the Sequence pathways they controlled were known for being strange and terrifying, it was still a decent gain for Mr.
Fool, who was completely in the dark.
“Regarding the Antigonus family, I also have a bit of information.”
Just when Mr.
Fool had stopped expecting anything more, Truman spoke up to add.
“I have a rumor here, its authenticity unknown.
I’ve heard that notes from the Antigonus family have recently appeared in Tingen City, but I’m not sure if the information is true.”
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T/N: Thanks for reading!