When it comes to Amon, the atmosphere is dead.

The horrifying way this high-ranking person appeared last time and the deep malice he contained left a deep psychological shadow on everyone.

Besides, Mr. Bishop has no intention of continuing to expand on this aspect.

So, after a long period of silence, the members of the Tarot Society consciously pretended that they had not mentioned the passage, silently changed the subject, and started trading information and items again.

Mr. Moon, who had been quite silent, finally seized the opportunity and asked:

"Everyone, who knows how the vampires can improve their strength without relying on gifts from their elders?"

A series of eyes turned to him as soon as he finished speaking, most of them were bright, with curiosity about the vampires.

And Klein's dead fish eyes.

'Mr. White, you are so unabashed.'

Obviously, at this moment, most members have guessed that 'Moon = Blood Clan'.

I just didn't ask out loud.

The first one to give advice was still Alger:

"I remember that vampires can also take magic potions to advance, but they must be corresponding and correct. Certain experiments have been done within major churches, and the results have proved that this method is feasible. But I do not have permission to read the details.

material."

He described it succinctly.

The correct one, which obviously refers to the lunar path corresponding to the 'Medicine Master'.

This piece of information made Yager turn his head slightly and look over, memorizing the content in his heart.

However, what interested him even more was that judging from the conversation between the two, the Vampires could not choose the magic potion through normal methods, but could only take the corresponding one.

Does that represent the special nature of the ‘Moon’ pathway?

He showed some interest in listening.

On the other side, Emlyn White was agitated by this suggestion: "But the main material of those potions is my own race!"

‘Ahem, you’ve revealed your secret, Emlyn’

Klein couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and had to reach out to pretend to cough and cover his mouth to hide his smile.

"I mean"

Of course, Emlyn realized it immediately and paused awkwardly for a moment.

But he quickly adjusted and chose to raise his voice again: "Yes, I am a vampire!"

Alger raised his eyebrows and gave Mr. Moon a pity look that said, "Actually, no one asked you."

Obviously, what he pitied was the other person's limited IQ.

But on the surface, he nodded normally and said, "There's no need to be so absolute."

"For example, I have clues about the inherited characteristics of a vampire baron. He died in a sudden conflict and had no time to find a successor."

"If you receive this inheritance in the form of potions, wouldn't this be a way of maintaining the overall strength of the vampire clan?"

"Maintain the overall strength of the Vampire Clan" Emlyn muttered to himself for a while, and suddenly felt that what the Hanged Man said was very reasonable and his logic was impeccable.

"In addition, in Sunia Sea, most vampires' promotions are based on family inheritance. After the father's death, it is normal for the son to take over the extraordinary legacy left behind and be promoted."

Seeing his tendency to waver, the Hanged Man gave him another push, adding to his extraordinary material sales performance.

Sure enough, Emlyn was shaken visibly.

At this moment, Mr. World next to him suddenly let out a low trembling sound of "chichi", which diverted the vampire's attention.

Emlyn asked doubtfully: "What are you laughing at?"

The World immediately shook his head and replied in his usual hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I thought of happy things."

This made Emlyn feel baffled. After snorting softly, he turned his head again and discussed the matter of extraordinary characteristics with Alger.

Klein was left alone, suppressing a smile:

It's a good thing he cut it faster, otherwise the Fool's style would have been lost.

Although I didn’t feel anything when I laughed with my clone, I was able to express a little bit of emotion and it didn’t break the point.

Unexpectedly, the hardest part of playing the Fool is not to laugh out loud in front of the group members.

Thinking of this, the joke he had just created resurfaced in his mind, forcing him to quietly purse his lips behind the gray mist:

‘Tsk, tsk. Dad’s going to die.’

Today's Tarot session ended with Klein holding back his laughter.

On the Golden Dream, the warm sea breeze blew across the deck, bringing rare happiness in a few days to the hard-working sailors, as well as hope for the future.

In the distance, a towering city can already be seen.

That’s Bayam, the ‘city of generosity’!

After finishing the Tarot session, Yager opened the door of the captain's cabin and came to the corridor. Together with the sailors, he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, feeling the afternoon sunshine of the Sonia Sea.

But he was actually sorting out the information in the past few days in his mind.

Among them, Sherlock Moriarty provided the most and most effective information. After many days of "friendly exchanges," he now has a preliminary understanding of his past career and the world behind his dreams——

It's about a place poisoned by the moon.

Of course, there is a lot of hard work and history behind this conclusion, so I won’t mention it too much.

Yager gently ignored Klein's suffering in his heart.

But all in all, this information, coupled with a little bit of information mentioned by Tarot today, has made one of his future goals clearer.

Search for the Apostle of the Moon and related legends about the moon in this world.

At least it is necessary to confirm whether there is a connection between the two worlds.

It's a pity that Detective Moriarty really doesn't know this information, otherwise it would have saved him the trouble of collecting it.

He sighed with great regret.

While the ship was moving, a beautiful lady quietly appeared at the end of the corridor on the second floor, walking towards this side.

Her soft brown hair shines in the sun.

"Your Excellency, according to your will, the Golden Dream has already approached Bayam." Ms. 'Vice Admiral Iceberg' said in a deep voice as she approached.

There is a serious expression on her beautiful face.

But if you look closely, you will find that behind the poker face she tries hard to maintain, there is actually a strong sense of relief hidden inside.

Edwina was very grateful that a member of the Night was finally leaving her ship and her room.

Fortunately, years of etiquette ensured that she did not show this overtly.

"Miss Lieutenant General Sickness has been very cooperative recently. Do you need to send her to the Inspector's Mansion like her subordinates?" she then asked.

"No," Yager nodded politely to her, "I have other arrangements for her."

"Just book some nearby hotels for me based on the location of the extraordinary gathering she said."

"I will stay in Bayam for a while to pursue the information I obtained. Thank you for your cooperation so far. When we arrive at the port, we can say goodbye for now."

"Okay! Then I'll say goodbye to you in advance." Edwina curtsied gracefully, turned around, and left with excitement in her steps.

Yager, on the other hand, stared at her walking back and tilted his head.

Hey, why are you so happy?

Who said he would let go of forty thousand pounds?

After Bayam finishes exploring, she still needs to take her boat to Bansi Port.

Teleportation is such a good skill.

The sun shone on the stranger's face, making the malice in his eyes even more chilling.
Chapter completed!