Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 25 Diary
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~!"

The cheerful girl's voice quickly dispelled the hidden worries in Philip's heart. He glanced at the "Justice" opposite him with some disbelief, wondering where the other party's confidence came from.

Is it so easy to believe that a person who is most likely a god and needs to use the word "Him" will really always be as kind as he showed last time?

Then, Miss Justice turned around and greeted The Hanged Man and Temperance, exuding a warm and lively atmosphere.

In other circumstances, this might be fine.

But, this is a gathering set up by the gods!

Philip didn't dare to speak, and the Hanged Man beside him also remained silent. Before the two of them could fully adapt, the Fool's chuckle came from the first one, followed by a calm response:

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice." Seeing this situation, Philip responded, lowered his head slightly, looked at the long bronze table, and fell into deep thought.

This table is a real table.
Alger had also finished his response by then. He glanced at the Fool, who was tapping his brows as if in deep thought, and said to Audrey, who was already expressing a hint of urgency with her actions:

"Thank you very much, Miss Justice. This ghost shark blood perfectly meets all my requirements. I didn't expect you to be able to deliver it so quickly."

As Alger spoke, a fleeting look of envy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

On the path to becoming an extraordinary being, he was undoubtedly ahead of the other party, but in terms of financial resources. The content of that ghost shark blood was close to 200 ml, which meant that the other party didn't even care how much it was!

"Thank you, I'm very happy with this result." Audrey smiled modestly.

Alger sighed silently inwardly. In order to ensure that his remaining moral bottom line would not be breached, he first explained in detail the general matters of Beyonders to the other party. Then he suddenly paused and looked at Philip obscurely.

Philip, who was originally listening to Alger's knowledge, understood in his heart that his idea of getting something for free was impossible to achieve, but he did not have enough money to buy the potion formula.

He had already learned those occult knowledge a long time ago, and listening to it could only be used for comparison and to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, but it was still a pity that he didn't get the formula of this magic potion.

Sigh, it looks like I won't be able to hear the recipe. After all, no one wants to let a third party take advantage. Klein sighed inwardly, then calmed himself down. He tapped the long table with his fingers and, according to his previously verified idea, conjured up a piece of white paper and a pen.

"There's no need to write. The 'pen' is just a medium that will imprint the message you want to express."

He was concise and to the point, maintaining the air of a fool.

Alger nodded respectfully upon hearing this, picked up the white paper and pen in front of him, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and clearly visible handwriting appeared on the paper.

During this process, his body consciously leaned to the right, with his arms and body half pressed on the long bronze table, completely blocking Philip's sight.

As the white paper transformed into a shadow and appeared before Miss Justice not far away, the young man, struggling financially and hoping to fill his wallet with the free formula, finally calmed down. As for Klein, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that the contents manifested through his authority as a Fool would be reflected in his mind. Even if he couldn't remember them, he could still use dream divination to recall them.

At this moment, Alger thought of the nearly double amount of ghost shark blood. He coughed dryly twice, thought for a moment, and then added carefully:
"After taking the potion, start meditating as soon as possible. Practice daily to master the potion's power and unearth its symbolic meaning and deeper mysteries. Only in this way can you avoid losing control as much as possible."

Master and dig.
Philip muttered these two words to himself, comparing them with the diary page left by his predecessor, Rossell. Judging from the identities of the "Hanged Man" and the former, it was obvious whose answer was more authoritative.

Just as he was thinking about how to make money with this information, the Fool above took action.

He tapped the table lightly, attracting everyone's attention, and then spoke in a low voice: "It's not about mastering, it's about digesting. It's not about digging, it's about acting. The name of the potion is not only a symbol and an image, but also the 'key' to digestion."

After these words were spoken, the three people looked different.

Audrey was stunned and confused, Alger was trembling and repeating in a low voice, and Philip's brain was washed clean by doubt and confusion.

Why? If it were just similar, it would be fine, but what Mr. Fool said was undoubtedly the original text in Rossell's diary. Did the two of them know each other, or was this knowledge common sense among those in high positions?
Philip's fingers gently stroked the edge of the table, but he could no longer elicit a response from the gray fog, but this was within his expectations.

Knowing he couldn't come up with an answer for the time being, he could only stand up and, along with Alger, respectfully thank Mr. Fool. He swallowed his words and didn't dare to reveal the information.

Seeing this, Audrey still didn't understand the significance of those words, but judging by Alger's huge reaction, she judged their value and stood up to express her gratitude politely.

"I've said before, I prefer equal exchange." Klein spoke calmly, leaning back slightly to take in both sides of the long bronze table. "Help me collect Roselle Gufstaff's secret diaries. The more the better."

Emperor Roselle's secret text? It turned out to be a diary. Mr. Fool had mastered the method of deciphering it. Audrey and Alger thought this simultaneously, while Philip frowned, his fingertips trembling slightly as he suddenly had some guesses.

But two of them are too bizarre and require more information to verify and rule them out.

"What you just said counts as two pages of diary for each person. If there's any extra, I'll give you extra." Klein said in a calm tone.

Extra giving, that is, extra answers or help. Philip's eyes lit up, and he suppressed his excitement. He asked as if to confirm, "Mr. Fool, can I ask anything?"

Of course not, don’t make trouble!
Klein's brow twitched uncontrollably, a sense of foreboding brewing in his heart. He nodded slightly, not responding directly. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Of course. This is the rule of equal exchange."

"But the answers to some questions don't just resolve doubts; they hold dangers."

To the extent that even the gods would call it dangerous. Philip frowned, bowed slightly, and temporarily suppressed the thoughts in his mind. Seeing that Mr. Fool did not continue, he hesitated for a moment, then said to his side:
"Mr. Hanged Man, I wonder if you can obtain the formula for the Monster potion?"

"Monster" Alger pondered for a moment and said, "The method mastered by the School of Life?"

(End of this chapter)