Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 25 Diary

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

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

To so easily believe in the existence of someone who is very likely a deity, someone you need "He," and to think that he will always be as kind as he was last time?

Then, Miss Justice turned around and greeted both the Hanged Man and Temperance, radiating a warm and lively aura.

This might be fine in other situations.

But this is a gathering set up by the gods!

Philip didn't dare speak, and the "Hanged Man" beside him remained silent. Before they could fully adjust, the Fool's soft chuckle came from the head of the table, followed by a calm response:

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

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

This table is really a table!

Alger had also finished responding. He glanced at the Fool above, who was lightly tapping his brow as if deep in thought, and then spoke to Audrey, who was already expressing a hint of urgency through her actions:

"Thank you so 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 glimpse of envy flashed in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

On the path to becoming an extraordinary being, he was undoubtedly ahead of his opponent, but in terms of financial resources, the amount of Ghost Shark Blood was already close to 200 milliliters, which meant that his opponent didn't even care about the exact amount!

"Thank you, I'm very happy with this result," Audrey said with a modest smile.

Alger sighed silently to himself. In order to prevent his remaining moral bottom line from being crossed, he first explained the general matters of the extraordinary to the other party in detail, and then suddenly stopped and looked at Philip in a cryptic way.

Philip, who was listening to Alger's knowledge, realized that his idea of ​​getting something for free was impossible, and he didn't have enough money to buy the potion recipe.

He had already learned those occult knowledge, so listening to them could only be used for comparison and to learn from their strengths and make up for his weaknesses, but it was still a bit of a pity that he didn't get the recipe for the magic potion.

Sigh, it seems we won't hear the recipe. After all, no one wants a third party to benefit. Klein sighed inwardly, then composed himself, tapped the long table lightly with his fingers, and conjured up a sheet of white paper and a pen according to his previously verified idea.

"No writing is required; the 'fountain pen' is merely a medium that will imprint the information you want to express."

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

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

During this process, he consciously leaned to the right, his arm and body half-pressing on the bronze table, completely blocking Philip's view.

As the blank sheet of paper turned into a phantom and appeared in front of "Justice" not far away, the boy on the field who was struggling financially and wanted to get the formula for free to fill his wallet finally gave up his thoughts.

As for Klein, he was pleasantly surprised to find that everything manifested by his Fool's authority would be imprinted in his mind, and even if he couldn't remember it, he could recall it using dream divination.

At this moment, Alger thought of the nearly doubled amount of Ghost Shark blood, coughed twice, and then carefully added:

"After taking the potion, begin meditating as soon as possible, practice daily, master the potion's power, and uncover its symbolic meaning and deeper mysteries. Only in this way can you avoid losing control as much as possible."

Master and explore.

Philip murmured the two words to himself, comparing them with the diary entry left by his predecessor, Rosell. 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 profit from this information, the Fool above made his move.

He tapped the table lightly, drawing everyone's attention, and then spoke in a low voice: "Not master, but digest. Not dig, but play. The name of the potion is not just a symbol, but an image, and even more so, the 'key' to digestion."

Upon hearing this, the three men reacted with varying expressions.

Audrey, stunned and bewildered; Alger, his mind reeling and repeating himself in a low voice; and Philip, his mind cleansed by doubt and confusion.

Why? If it were just something similar, that would be one thing, but what Mr. Fool said is undoubtedly a direct quote from Roselle's diary. Did the two know each other before, or is this knowledge common sense among those in higher positions?

Philip's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the table, no longer eliciting a response from the gray mist, but this was exactly what he had expected.

Knowing he couldn't think of an answer for the time being, he could only stand up and, together with Alger, respectfully thank Mr. Fool, swallowing his pride and not daring to reveal the information further.

Seeing this, Audrey still didn't understand the significance of those words, but judging from Alger's huge reaction, she realized how valuable they were, and stood up to express her gratitude politely.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"As I said, I'm someone who likes equal exchange," Klein said calmly, leaning back slightly to take in both sides of the bronze table. "Help me collect Rosell Gufstaff's secret diaries, the more the better."

The secret writings of Emperor Roselle? So it was a diary. Mr. Fool had the method to decipher it. Audrey and Alger thought this at the same time, while Philip frowned deeply, his fingertips trembling slightly, and suddenly had some guesses.

However, two of them are too far-fetched and require more information to verify and rule them out.

"What I just said counts as two pages of diary for each person. If there are any extra, I will give them to each person as well," Klein said in a calm tone.

Extra help, that is, extra answers or assistance—Philip's eyes lit up. Suppressing his excitement, he asked, as if confirming, "Mr. Fool, may I ask you anything?"

Of course not, don't cause trouble!

Klein's brow twitched involuntarily, a sense of foreboding brewing in his heart. He nodded slightly, not responding directly, but instead smiled faintly and said, "Of course, it's the rule of equivalent exchange."

"But the answers to some questions do more than just resolve doubts; they can be dangerous."

"To the point that even the gods would consider it dangerous." Philip frowned, bowed slightly, and temporarily suppressed his thoughts. Seeing that Mr. Fool had nothing more to say, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to his side and said:

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' do you think you could obtain the 'Monster's' potion recipe?"

"Monster," Alger pondered for a moment, then asked, "The path mastered by the School of Life?"

(End of this chapter)