As the members of the Tarot Club arrived above the gray fog, Klein's mind was still a little dazed. Yesterday's exchange with Mr. Demon has left him a little unclear. On the one hand, he was concerned about that gentleman's style of trying to transform an evil god.
I was surprised, but also worried that this believer who had mastered a lot of occult knowledge would accidentally see through his identity.
However, this worry was quickly diluted by Little Sun's experience. Instead of worrying about whether he would fall off the horse in the future, it was better to work hard to absorb all kinds of mysterious insights and reduce the risk of exposure.
After Mr. Hanged Man's slightly lengthy explanation, everyone's curiosity was satisfied, and Miss Justice submitted three pages of Russell's diary in exchange for the secret of Sequence Zero.
But this also gave Klein an increasingly headache, because he saw that Mr. Devil's diary had also been sent over.
Normally, Mr. Devil wouldn't ask, so he could pretend he didn't think about it, but today Miss Justice had already received a reward, which meant he couldn't turn a blind eye.
Picking up the diary of Panridax handed over by Mr. Demon, Klein did not rush to read it, but asked in a calm tone:
"What do you want to get?"
"Dear Mr. Fool, I don't have anything particularly urgently needed at the moment, so I hope to accumulate my contributions. Is this okay?"
"Okay." Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he also understood that this growing contribution would become a bomb sooner or later. He sighed helplessly in his heart, turned his attention to the page of the diary, and secretly prayed that he would not be like this.
The opening chapter of Mr. Huang’s diary lacks value——
"On May 5th, I was so excited about cooking that I cooked a meal called Maoxuewang, but it was rated as 'elf style'? Damn it! I strongly suspect that the Elf King Sunia Solem is a time traveler! Speaking of which,
The Storm Path seems to originate from elves? A group of grumpy elves who use chopsticks to eat hair and blood, and sing very pleasantly? I can't imagine this style of painting!"
"I can't even imagine it!" Klein looked at the rare diary that did not have the field "masonry" in it. He forcibly suppressed the urge to twitch at the corner of his mouth, but did not delay on this matter.
This world already has two time travelers, Russell and Penridax, so Klein doesn't find it surprising that there are more elf kings.
The most important thing is that the Elf King is an existence that has fallen in the Second Age after all, and Klein doesn't think he can gain any benefit from the "fact" that the other party is a time traveler.
His eyes continued to follow the gap, and new words came into his eyes again——
"On May 9th, because of what happened last time, I have been collecting information related to the elves, and I accidentally met a girl with elven blood. However, she had the same emerald green hair, pointed ears, and perfect figure as I imagined...
...the impression is different, she has long dark blue hair, her breasts are not exaggerated, but very well-proportioned, especially the curves of her buttocks are very perfect! In addition, she smells very good.
Although she speaks different languages and has different physical characteristics, when communicating with her, I can always feel a "fellow countryman" feeling. I don't know if this is because "elves use chopsticks to eat hairy blood"
The news had a psychological effect, but I decided to have something happen with her."
"..."
The corner of Klein's mouth began to twitch uncontrollably. Just now he was lamenting that this senior had finally failed to record his history of hunting for women, but then the wheel of a car hit his face...
Although he deeply condemned this senior's life style in his heart, he still turned his attention to the last paragraph——
"On May 13th, after an in-depth exchange with Sonia Wilson, I learned some special information - the elves actually originated from the Western Continent! Hell, there is no Western Continent on the map of this world!
Even after that slut Russell started the Age of Discovery, this thing is still just a legend!"
"Could it be that the Western Continent, like the Land Abandoned by the Gods, has been obscured by some kind of power? If this is really the case, will this Western Continent, the hometown of the elves who "eat hair and blood with chopsticks", have any traces left?
The message left by Elf King Sunya Solem? Did this ancient god also try to find a way to return home? Has he ever gotten any clues?"
"I feel like I can..."
The content of the diary came to an abrupt end, leaving Klein in a dilemma. At this time, he no longer had the desire to complain about words such as "explaining things in simple terms", and only the word "Western Continent" remained in his mind.
"Unfortunately, there is no year recorded in the diary of ancestor Panredax, so it is impossible to judge the specific time of this diary. Although judging from the cooking, it is likely that it happened in the early time of time, but considering this
After seeing Bernadette Gustave, a gentleman began to settle down and start a family. This may also be a warm scene of a strong man cooking for his family..."
As Klein thought about it, the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up high to hide the sadness and helplessness in his heart.
Immediately, he cheered up, waved away the parchment pages in his hand, and smiled at the Tarot Club members on both sides of the long bronze table——
"You can deal on your own."
Magician Forsi took a breath, as if he had gathered enough courage, and said:
"I would like to purchase the stomach bag of the Soul Eater, the right claw of the Silver War Bear, twenty milliliters of blood from the deep-sea marlin, and a pair of eyes of the Dread Demon Bear. I will pay in gold pounds."
Although she reported four items of material in one go, Forsi's current savings can obviously only afford one item. However, she is not very worried. Urged by the "pain of conscience" effect, her new book is progressing very quickly.
, relying on the reader base accumulated by Storm Villa and the reputation of the publisher, it should be possible to receive another royalties soon.
“It’s just a little painful to be urged by conscience to rush the manuscript.”
While Forsi was muttering in her heart, Mr. Hanged Man suddenly spoke:
"I bought the blood of deep-sea marlin at the previous pirate party, but it has been resold to Mr. Devil. If he hasn't used it yet, I think you should be able to buy it from him."
"Mr. Demon?" Forsi immediately turned to look at Snow, but there was a strange light in her eyes. If it was Mr. Demon, she might be able to increase the number of missions through arrears in exchange for the blood of deep-sea marlin.
In this way, he can still keep cash to buy other extraordinary materials!
Seeing Forsi's gaze, Snow couldn't imagine what she was thinking about. However, thinking that giving Forsi the materials now would only force her to digest one more Sequence Eight potion in the future, Snow gave up on earning this.
Thinking of losing money, he shook his head and said:
"Unfortunately, Ms. Magician, I have already used the blood of the deep-sea marlin, but I will also help you pay attention."
