“Tingen City?”
“Awwa County—Tingen City?”
“The university city in the north of the Loen Kingdom?”
Audrey asked Mr.
Lovers curiously.
“Yes, there are suspected traces of the Secret Order in Tingen City.”
“This supernatural organization has always been mysterious and low-key, but every time they appear, it’s related to the relics of the Antigonus family.”
Truman nodded in confirmation of Miss Justice’s words.
He had actually seen that Antigonus family notebook.
At the time, a man named Reagens had even tried to sell the Antigonus family notebook to him as an ordinary antique.
Truman had a habit of collecting ancient books.
He had already paid and planned to buy that book.
But the moment he took the notebook, Truman vaguely saw countless invisible threads extending from the notebook toward his body.
So he decisively gave up on that notebook and watched it get bought by one of his university classmates.
A few days later, Truman saw news of that classmate’s death in the local Tingen newspaper.
When Mr.
Fool heard “Mr.
Lovers” mention Tingen City, his expression became somewhat grave.
Because their Nighthawks team was precisely investigating the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notes—but how did “Mr.
Lovers” know about this?
“Could ‘Mr.
Lovers’ be in Tingen City?”
The Hanged Man Alger frowned in thought.
This “Mr.
Lovers” not only knew about the orthodox churches’ confidentiality regarding the acting method, but also knew the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notes.
Evernight?
Tingen?
Was he a Nighthawk of the Evernight Church?
The Hanged Man Alger couldn’t help but speculate this way.
Klein, however, was quite certain that Mr.
Lovers was definitely not a Nighthawk in Tingen City.
He was sure that none of his colleagues had been on the verge of losing control and needed his help to pull them back.
“This information is very valuable to me.
What compensation do you want?”
Klein asked tentatively.
“You don’t need to give me any compensation.
You saved my life when I was on the verge of losing control from the murmuring whispers before I could even receive it.
That is the best compensation.”
Truman stood up and bowed to Mr.
Fool.
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A smile tugged at the corner of Klein’s mouth.
He had gambled correctly, judging by Mr.
Lovers’ attitude toward Miss Justice earlier.
He indeed hadn’t asked for any compensation from him.
Truman sat back down, his gray eyes focused intently on counting the mottled patterns on the bronze long table.
Until he was certain of Mr.
Fool’s stance and attitude, he was unwilling to ask for any compensation from him.
He was already burdened with a curse from Mr.
Door.
He didn’t want to attract another Mr.
Fool.
As he thought this, he casually glanced at The Hanged Man not far away.
If the other party guessed he was in Tingen City and wanted to cause trouble, that would be perfect.
He could use the other party’s actions to test Mr.
Fool’s behavioral logic.
“Mr.
Fool, if you need it, I can try to obtain that Antigonus family notebook.”
Truman’s gaze turned back to the mysterious figure as he spoke respectfully.
“No need.
That would be too dangerous for you right now.”
Mr.
Fool Klein shook his head and chuckled lightly upon hearing this.
He had already roughly confirmed the whereabouts of that notebook through divination.
As long as he found the missing Ray Bieber, he could find that notebook.
Although he was also curious about Mr.
Lovers’ identity, there was no need to create trouble for himself.
“As you wish.”
Truman nodded and didn’t persist further.
It seemed that Mr.
Fool had no intention of using him as cannon fodder for now.
Naturally, he wouldn’t willingly wade into those troubled waters.
Seeing that Mr.
Fool and Mr.
Lovers had finished their exchange, Miss Justice smiled and continued asking:
“Gentlemen, my second question is—what are the subsequent potions for the ‘Spectator’ pathway called, and where can I find clues?”
The Hanged Man Alger pondered for a moment before speaking.
“I can answer this question for free, since it was I who led you onto the Spectator path.”
Alger felt that with Mr.
Lovers as a contrast, it would be bad for him to continue appearing so mercenary.
That would seriously affect his image and status within the Tarot Club.
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“I learned this from a member of the Psychology Alchemists.
They should have the subsequent potion formulas.”
Audrey’s eyes lit up as she pressed further:
“Do you know the current whereabouts of that Psychology Alchemists member?”
“Apologies, I personally sank him near Soniath Island.”
Alger said with a rare smile.
“Then does Mr.
Lovers know any related information?”
Audrey, unwilling to give up, turned to look at Truman.
“Yes, actually there should be members of theirs in Backlund.”
“Really?”
Miss Justice asked in surprise.
The next moment, she felt that her overly excited reaction might expose her location, so she coughed lightly and asked more elegantly:
“I mean, does Mr.
Lovers have any intelligence on them?”
“Dear Miss Justice, you may have misunderstood me.
What I meant was that Backlund is one of the most prosperous cities in the world, with the reputation of being the ‘City of Cities’ and the ‘City of Hope.'”
“In this city, you can find virtually every supernatural organization—both legitimate and illegitimate—that has established a presence here.”
Truman finished speaking and let out a light sigh.
The waters in Backlund were too deep, which was one reason he had chosen to flee to Tingen.
Especially recently, the supervision of wild Beyonders and secret organizations in Backlund had greatly intensified.
Those people from MI9 were like mad dogs, biting everyone in sight.
Miss Justice looked somewhat surprised, because having grown up in Backlund, she had never imagined that the bustling city she knew also concealed such a dark side beneath its surface.
“So, Mr.
Lovers, are you suggesting that I start investigating through the psychiatrist community in Backlund?”
Audrey thought for a moment and asked.
“No, my advice is that you’d better not try to take any action at all.”
“Best not to, for now!
Because the abilities of this pathway are simply too nauseating.”
Truman couldn’t help but grumble inwardly at the thought of the Spectator pathway’s disgusting abilities.
“Sequence 8 of the Spectator pathway can read minds.
Sequence 7 can perform psychological suggestion, lie detection, and semi-hypnosis.”
“Such abilities are not very friendly to a young and beautiful lady.”
Truman always harbored great malice toward Beyonders of the Spectator pathway.
Truman had once controlled a Deceiver Ghost, and he knew very well how easily the power to twist minds could lead one to corruption.
“Good heavens, thank you so much for the warning, Mr.
Lovers.”
Miss Justice was visibly shaken by Truman’s words.
Although Truman hadn’t said everything, everyone present fully understood the implications hidden in his words.
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