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Chapter 49 Intelligence and the Impending Doomsday
"Well, my Chanter potion has almost been digested. I'll accumulate the gold pounds first. They will be used for the formula of Sequence 8 or the main ingredients of the potion later."

Little Sun is very independent and knows clearly what he needs.

"Very good. If necessary, you can use the ritual and recite my name. I will help you complete the transaction."

Deep and profound words came from the head seat at the long bronze table, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

Did I hear that correctly? Mr. Fool actually cares about our little things. He is indeed a kind god!

Miss Justice was somewhat touched, but unfortunately she was too weak to help Mr. Fool in any way.

Recalling his own worth, it seemed that he had nothing else except the gold pound. But how could Mr. Fool, such a great being, care about worldly money!
Audrey, oh Audrey! Don't use your mortal perspective to speculate on the gods!

"emmmm"

Our Mr. Fool couldn't help but feel curious as he watched Miss Justice's constantly changing expression, sometimes sad, sometimes relieved.

The expression of an Audience Sequence Beyonder changed. Could it be that Miss Audrey encountered some difficulties?

Mr. Fool complained in his heart.

Has His power been further revived? Is this behavior a test?
A warning or a gift?
The political commissar's face remained expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil with a myriad of thoughts.

He lowered his head slightly, but his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

With his identity, he will never be able to make a name for himself in the Storm Church!
If I don't seize this opportunity, do I have to bow down and beg for their favor?
As if he had made up his mind, his body trembled slightly, but soon calmed down.

What are you imagining? Mr. Political Commissar.

Klein watched the Hanged Man's movements through the gray fog. He remembered Brother Lu's teasing way of addressing him, and couldn't help but look strange.

Our little sun is still the cutest, with an expression that says, “Mr. Fool can save the City of Silver, so why make a fuss about such insignificant things?” clearly written on his face.

"I will serve as a witness to your transaction."

Klein was afraid that they didn't understand, so he explained again.

"Thank you for your gift!" ×3
All three of them responded with gratitude in unison.

Although they all had their own ideas, they all knew that this was a great thing for them.

It can directly save the transportation time over long distances, and the authority of the gods is sufficient to guarantee the authenticity of the items.

Then the Tarot Club started exchanging information with each other.
Miss Justice told about Backlund's upper-class stories. As the capital of Loen, any tendency of Backlund could be a reflection of the country's policy. Smart people could even unravel the anecdotes of these upper-class nobles and find out some of the country's trends.

Brother Sun was sharing the myths and legends of Silver City, as well as some extraordinary knowledge with everyone.

As a God-forsaken place isolated from the world, their myths have not been modified or buried by history. Perhaps there are real secrets hidden in them. For the extraordinary people on the White Tower Path, this is something more attractive than ordinary extraordinary items. After all, this is related to the progress of their sequence road.

The Hanged Man told some news about the changes in the sea situation, news about the pirate kings, popular pirate rumors, and some news from within the Church of Storms. He even shared secrets of the sea and long-standing treasure legends.

But the Hanged Man was a little distracted when he said this, and although he subconsciously tried to cover it up well, Miss Justice, as a viewer, still noticed the Hanged Man's absent-mindedness through the pauses and tones in his narrative sentences.

Is Mr. Hanged Man in some trouble? I wonder if I can help him.

After several gatherings, Miss Justice has come to regard Tarot Club as a form of communication between friends. In her idealistic values, it is natural and reasonable for friends to care about each other.

The reason why humans and curly-haired baboons are different is that humans have the most sincere emotions. Backlund Pearl thought so.

Now that Mr. Fool has further revived, should I ask his followers for help?
The Hanged Man was completely unaware that Miss Justice was trying to figure out his difficulties. He was just thinking about how to ask for help from everyone present, or even from the Fool, the follower of the resurrected god.

"Mr. Fool. And Miss Justice, and Mr. Sun. I got a secret intelligence."

Although this information had nothing to do with the Little Sun far away in Silver City, in order to make the Tarot Club feel more involved, the Hanged Man still brought along the confused Little Sun.

Alas, as the political commissar, I really worry about the organization.

"The notorious evil pirate on the Five Seas, Vice Admiral Hurricane Zilingos, has secretly infiltrated Backlund!" Putting specific articles before a person's name is used to influence the first impression of a person.

It was a crude technique, but Alger used it time and again without fail.

"Perhaps it's some horrific plot, or even an unspeakable tragedy!"

"Backlund? How could a wanted pirate like him come to Backlund?"

Miss Justice asked questioningly, but still remaining polite.

As the capital of a country, not to mention that the bishoprics of various churches are all here, even the royal family and the nobility have a large number of extraordinary forces. Are you, a wanted mid-sequence pirate lieutenant general, walking into a trap?
"Of course he wouldn't dare to do it alone, but what if someone is behind him to encourage him? I received news that there is an item that can quickly make him a High-Sequence Beyonder as a price."

"And there may be more people and forces involved behind this."

After the Hanged Man uttered this, he said no more and leaned back in his chair calmly.

Audrey's mind turned, and she put away her naive thoughts. She could also think of the wide scope of this matter.

Klein smiled but said nothing. It was beyond your imagination. There was Adam, the ostensible eldest son of the Ancient Sun God, but actually the Ancient Sun God's vest and the incarnation of the Ancient Sun God's divinity. There was also George III, who was in urgent need of starting a war. Loen's military, political circles, and even the Cossacks might also be involved.

Duke Negan, as the target of assassination, is almost a predetermined part of the plot. Unless someone rescues him, he will surely die.

"Boom"

The sound echoed off the mottled bronze table, reverberating in this mysterious space.

Everyone looked up and saw Mr. Fool tapping the table with his index finger.

"A great change is about to come to the world. The survival of the world and the lives of billions of people will also face a decisive moment."

"Qilingus is just a predestined part of this."

"Are you ready?"

The tail of Mr. Fool's voice faded away, and his deep and profound voice echoed all around.

It made everyone present sit up straight unconsciously.

The three of them all looked shocked, bewildered, and incredulous.

There are so many different things.

What's going on? A secret party and I'm told the world is going to end?
"Mr. Fool, I don't quite understand what you mean."

He was a little confused after just finishing the installation. How did his opponent suddenly become a part of the fate of the world?

The defeated political commissar asked the question first. Klein was waiting for someone to take over, so he continued.

"This is the change of the world and the wave of the times." The tall figure hidden behind the gray fog let out a sigh, as if mourning the blood and tears of all living beings.

"This is the day that all great beings, the ancient gods, have been waiting for."

"Including the Seven?"

Miss Justice's eyes flickered and she asked questions. She was thinking about her family.

"include."

"There are too many details to tell you. You need to climb up as soon as possible."

Mr. Fool's lingering voice echoed in the mysterious gray fog.

(End of this chapter)