Rays of crimson light rose from both sides of the long bronze table, appearing in the eyes of the Fool, the Sun and the World.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
Miss Justice seems to have something on her mind, but from her still brisk tone, it can be seen that it is not a bad thing.
As the class representatives stood up, other members also saluted and said hello one after another. After the Tarot Club sat down again, everyone also noticed the cards on Mr. Fool's table. Audrey's heart moved slightly, and she immediately said:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected three pages of Russell's diary."
"Dear Mr. Fool, I also wrote down a page."
Mr. Devil followed up after the first diary submitter as always, but what was surprising was that the Hermit Lady, who had been submitting diaries for several weeks in a row, did not submit a diary this time.
"The Queen of Mystery has not replied to Ms. Hermit yet? Or is she busy with other things?" Klein had this thought in his mind and then took the four pages of the diary, starting from Russell's diary as usual.
Different from the diary carefully selected by the Queen of Mystery, the amount of information in the diary submitted by Miss Justice is a bit average. Only one of the three pages is of any value. The rest are basically Russell's love hunt record and the yearning for witches.
——
He now seriously suspects that the assassin-themed works in the surviving novels of Emperor Russell are designed to seduce those ignorant teenagers to choose the path of no return of assassin potions!
Feeling the consumption of spirituality, Klein stopped criticizing Russell's sinister intentions and instead focused on that valuable page of the diary. The content in it was also very simple, about the mental suture monster and the magical...
The content of the item as the main ingredient of the potion.
"Spiritual suture monster...high-sequence mental imprint..." Klein looked at these contents, and some of his previous doubts were completely revealed. But at the same time, he also gained a new understanding of the Penridax family's background.
The Sauron family, an angel family that was once a royal family, has no way to solve the spiritual imprint. However, Mr. Devil has the ability to purify the spiritual residue in potions. Using the potions he provides for promotion is even better than using regular materials to prepare them.
The potion is easier.
"I really don't know how Senior Pan Ruidax built such a big family business from scratch... Is the spiritual stacking divination method really so magical?"
The senior who was sleeping in the light cocoon once again appeared in Klein's mind, and his eyes moved to the last page of the diary belonging to Pan Ruidax——
[On March 15th, in order to build that thing, I entered the Sea of Mist again after several years. Surprisingly, I met Sonia Wilson again. After so many years, she is still so beautiful. This
Maybe it’s because the sequence has improved? Or maybe it’s the influence of elven blood? But it doesn’t matter!】
"Sonia Wilson... I remember this seems to be a lady with elven blood who appeared in the diary of senior Penridax... Wait, Wilson?!" Klein frowned and found that the matter was not simple, because
He remembered that Mr. Hanged Man also seemed to have the surname Wilson? And he had blue hair and was of mixed race... couldn't he?
Klein restrained the thought of shaking his head, but he still pushed the thought of being rude out of his mind. Senior Penridax had already fallen into a deep sleep. Even if it really had anything to do with it, it should be Mr. Hanged Man's father or even
grandfather……
Forcibly suppressing her thoughts, Klein continued to move her gaze downwards. She was looking forward to the next development.
It's not because he wants to read the serious literature between this senior and the lady of elf descent, but because according to previous experience, whenever this senior mentions a certain lady, it must be because of some new discovery that extends from her, and
Regarding this elf lady, obviously it can only be that one!
[With the experience gained from Miss Fusak, of course I did not forget to explore the imprints in her group subconscious this time, and this also allowed me to make a new discovery. 】
[I actually saw the phantom of the elves’ past. It was a majestic and astonishing group of buildings. It was a brick-and-tile style building that I was familiar with. 】
[I saw some paintings hanging on the wall. The people in the paintings have long black hair. Compared with the races of this world, they are closer to the facial structure of Asians. But unfortunately, I did not find the Chinese language.
There are no myths and legends related to her hometown—at least there are no traces of the elves in Sonia’s dream.]
[I began to wonder whether the elves are actually the descendants of a group of time-travelers? Please forgive me for using the word group, because now I am more and more doubtful about the number of time-travelers in this world! Time-travelers...haha, time-travelers...I
I sincerely hope they are really time travellers!]
…
"Quantity? What do you mean? Did Senior Pan Ruidax find many traces of time travellers? But didn't he say that he didn't find Chinese characters? That's why Senior Pan Ruidax used words so strangely... I sincerely hope that it is really a time traveler...
…What does it mean again?”
Klein looked at this paragraph in the diary, his heart beating violently uncontrollably, but at the same time, he also had some bad premonitions in his heart.
Although he couldn't say the reason, and it didn't even have anything to do with the inspiration of the diviner's path, he always felt that all this might not be consistent with what he expected, because he noticed that when Senior Panredax wrote this diary, he used
The text is no longer the neat regular script of other diaries, but has a slightly messy structure.
Although this diary has been stored in Mr. Demon's memory, judging from the treacherous handwriting in the original manuscript of Russell's diary provided by the Queen of Mystery, memory itself should be able to restore part of the content.
"Senior Panredax may have been stimulated by something when he wrote this page in his diary. Unfortunately, I don't know the specific time of this page..."
Klein calmed down his chaotic thoughts and focused his attention on the last paragraph——
[Fortunately, this exchange is not fruitless. At least, I have confirmed that the Western Continent is real. Although there is currently no way to overcome the barrier of the Mist Sea, I may try it from the Eastern Continent. After all, those originating from
There are clear records of the Eastern Continent in the books of the Fourth Age. Compared to the Western Continent, which has no records at all, this line at least has a direction to work towards.】
The text ended here, and Klein couldn't help but have confusion on his face, because he knew that the Eastern Continent was probably the place abandoned by the gods, so it was probably not possible to go from the Eastern Continent to the Western Continent.
But soon, Klein abandoned this idea, because the foggy sea in the west hindered the exploration of the Western Continent, but he didn't know what was further east in the God's Abandoned Land.
But no matter what, if you want to find the Western Continent, you must first liberate the Eastern Continent, either find a way to enter and exit the Eastern Continent freely, or at least let the land abandoned by God get rid of its current suffering——
That might be able to mobilize the residents of Silver City to help search for the Western Continent.
Thinking of this, Klein's research on Frank Lee became more and more urgent——
The little hesitation he had before was gone at this moment, and he had decided to sell the Druid potion to Frank!
