Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 147 Tarot Club Strengthens
The names and descriptions alone seemed like decent abilities, but perhaps like the potion of joy, there was a significant gap between the abilities in the first few sequences and those in the later ones. Alger analyzed the pros and cons.

Now he prefers destruction or hunting. At least in the Sequence Nine period, these two will be more suitable for him.

Aside from the Void, it felt like buying anything else wouldn't be a bad idea. Alger thought so, unsure whether this was his true opinion or an unconscious warning from his spirituality.

That nothingness seemed to make it easier for me to hide, Padu Miao pondered secretly.

But the next second, she suddenly exploded.

I want this and that, but the most I can buy now is one for myself and one for Susie. Even if I buy more, I have nowhere to use them.

Audrey thought for a few seconds and asked tentatively, "Mr. Demon, could you offer some advice? After all, there's still too little to be learned from Sequence Nine."

"It depends on your luck. If you can't pick the right one, it means we are not destined to be together." Serris joked.

"Okay." Audrey puffed out her cheeks.

The Fool Klein remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he had already begun to shout: Ceris, considering that you have no merits but hard work in the Tarot Society, I will now give you an opportunity to be loyal to this Lord Fool. Why don’t you quickly send up every potion?

"Alright, the price is still 100 pounds or the equivalent Beyonder characteristic." Serris clapped his hands. "You know, compared to the average price of 400 pounds for a Sequence potion, this is already very cheap."

"Of course." Alger said in a deep voice.

This brand new potion technology created by Mr. Devil is likely to change the landscape of the entire extraordinary world.

Just as everyone was thinking about their subsequent arrangements, Alger suddenly had an idea.

Among all the people in this Tarot Club, besides Mr. Fool, Mr. Devil is undoubtedly the most unfathomable. But what about the rest of us? Why should we sit at the same table with him... no, them?

Mr. Fool must have gathered us together because he saw some talent in each of us. Mr. Devil's talent is unquestionable, and Miss Justice is a favored noblewoman, representing the Loen royal family...

By the way, Miss Justice’s qualifications are such that Mr. Fool can control the entire upper class of Loen through her in the future.

My strengths lie in my unique maritime resources and my half-elf heritage. That's right, I was able to join the Tarot Club because the Fool was drawn to my half-elf identity. He wanted to recruit the elves into his fold.

So, Mr. Fool is eyeing our future.

The Yellow and Black King who controls good fortune... So, Mr. Fool is weaving our destiny...

If that's the case, then the identity of Miss Wheel of Fortune is a bit elusive.

I entered the Tarot Club as a non-human. I seemed somewhat familiar with the Tarot Club during my first meeting, but I never submitted a diary during my two meetings...

The Hanged Man, Alger, suddenly said to Padomeow, "Miss Wheel of Fortune, could you give me some advice?"

Padmeow's ears twitched: "Eh? Me?"

"Yes, Ms. Wheel of Fortune," Alger said confidently. "Please give me some advice. Any one will do."

Mr. Devil mentioned fate, luck, and similar words many times today. This must be hinting at something...

Alger smiled crookedly, confident in his plans.

"What is he thinking about by himself?" Serris communicated with Erha in his heart.

[I don't know, are you having a brain attack?]

"Then... destruction?" Padomeow thought for a moment.

"Mr. Demon, after this discussion, please give me a Scorched Earth Walker potion." Alger nodded and turned to Ceris to make a request.

"No problem. I will give it to you by offering it as a sacrifice to Mr. Fool." Serris smiled and nodded.

"Mr. Demon, I want the potion from the Previewer and the Candle Ink Scholar."

"No problem." Serris made the OK gesture invented by Emperor Roselle.

He smiled and asked, "One of them should be for your extraordinary pet, right?"

"Yes." Audrey answered simply.

“Then I’ll pass it on to you through Mr. Fool as well,” said Ceres.

"Okay." Audrey responded briskly.

"Little Sun, you want them all, right?" Serris turned to face Derrick the Sun.

"Yes." Derrick replied respectfully.

"It just so happens that I can go to Silver City in a few days, so I'll go directly there to meet with your chief." Sairis said.

"Okay." Derrick nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

"Then it's Miss Wheel of Fortune's turn. Do you have a favorite potion?" Ceris finally looked at Padmeow.

Padmeow wagged his tail and said, "I might need some time to think about it. I'll come back to buy it at the next Tarot Club."

She also needed to ask Klein's opinion, after all, it was Klein who was paying.

Klein's heart finally settled down.

Fortunately, fortunately Padu didn’t buy it.

At that time, he can go directly to Serris to buy it, and maybe he can get an internal discount price.

Although he also felt that this was something that he really needed to buy, if he had to spend more money on it, it would be the end of Mr. Fool's life.

After several members discussed this for a while, Klein announced that the Tarot Club would be over for this week.

He sent off the other participants, leaving himself alone above the gray fog as a courier.

Damn it! Why can't I, a middleman, profit from the price difference? Klein felt a little depressed.

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Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

Audrey paced back and forth happily, intending to reward Susie with some dog treats.

At this moment, a gray mist suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, indicating that her express delivery was ready and needed to be signed for.

Arrange the ceremony, recite the name, and hand over the money and the goods.

When the sacrificial gate dispersed, only two sealed bottles remained in Audrey's hands, with the words "Previewer" and "Candle and Ink Scholar" written on them respectively.

She excitedly came to Susie with two bottles of potion and squatted down in front of her: "Susie, Susie, look at what this is?"

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The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, Bayam, the "City of Generosity."

After returning to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into a set of gorgeous, slightly exaggerated clothes in the style of the Intis Republic and looked at the potion he had just obtained.

Unlike the bottles of Sailor's Path potion he had taken before, the Scorchwalker's potion looked more like boiling magma.

He was silent for a long time, taking a deep breath and preparing himself mentally.

Then he tilted his head back and poured the potion into his stomach.

The next moment, a slight feeling of suffocation came over him. Alger's muscles tensed, veins bulged, and a burning sensation spread throughout his body.

A few seconds later, fish-scale-like patterns appeared on Alger's body, and he used meditation to gradually stabilize the effects of the potion.

He let out a long breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.

It was indeed relatively easy for a Sequence Seven body to absorb a Sequence Nine potion.

He raised his right hand, which was covered with dense, fish-like scales, and now these scales were stained with a hint of red.

With a lunge and a swing of his waist, Alger threw a punch forward, which made a loud bang.

"Not bad..." Alger muttered to himself.

Then he picked up the dagger on the table, and after some mental struggle, he cut his chest with a not-too-serious knife.

According to the previous method, I could have easily made a cut by just taking it, but now it only broke a layer of skin.

As his spirituality became more active, the smile on Alger's face grew wider and wider.

After wrapping several layers of gauze around his body, he left the hotel through the back door, entered the alley, circled several streets, and stopped in front of a house without a garden or lawn.

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Audrey's door opened, and the newly promoted Miss Audrey found her maid.

As she walked, Audrey looked around calmly.

In her eyes, the maids around the room seemed to be marked with arrows. The arrows would first point in a certain direction, and then the maids' movements would follow the arrows.

Soon, Audrey found her personal maid, Anne.

"Anne, please tell Countess Galia that I accept her invitation and will attend her ball on time tomorrow night." Audrey said to the maid with a smile.

In her eyes, the maid was first surprised, then nodded...

Half a second later.

"Okay, miss." The maid nodded with a hint of surprise.

Whether it was her expression, movements or tone, it was almost the same as what Audrey had rehearsed.

The ability of the "forecaster" is certainly not so outrageous, but if the forecaster is combined with the audience, it may be possible to impersonate a fortune teller to a certain extent.

Galya is the wife of Count Wolfe. She has invited ambassadors from various countries stationed in Loen, including Beckland Jean Martin, to her upcoming ball.

Audrey originally wanted to use illness as an excuse to cancel, but now she is very interested in the dance.

After the maid left, Audrey turned and returned to her room.

"Audrey, I feel so dizzy now." Susie lay on the ground sickly.

"Meditate, Susie, you need to meditate now," Audrey prompted.

"Woo..." Susie whimpered a few times.

It felt that its mind was so confused that it even recalled memories from a few years ago. At that time, it had just been born.

"Maybe you should play the role of a scholar." Audrey tried to give a suggestion.

Susie looked up. "But Audrey, for a dog, I'm pretty knowledgeable."

Audrey pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly an idea struck her: "Susie, maybe you should study psychology and become a psychologist, or try studying history and become a historian."

Susie took the Ink Scholar's potion, and according to Mr. Devil, the Ink Scholar was the starting point of the memory sequence.

In this case, Audrey suggested that Susie perform the role from the perspective of psychological "memory" and material "memory".

The former is to be a scholar of human memory, and the latter is to be a scholar of historical "memory".

(End of this chapter)