All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 865 The taste of a witch is really good
Just like Tang Sanzang encountered ninety-nine and eighty-one disasters, but at the most critical moment, there was always a monkey who stood up to turn the tide.

The Monkey King who belongs to the Tarot Society, Miss Justice stood up and raised her hand tentatively: "Dear Mr. Strength, can I pay for it?"

"The great Mr. Fool doesn't care about worldly wealth, but he may not have gold pounds for the time being."

"Of course." Luo Feng smiled and said, "Lovely Jin Pound, no matter where it comes from, it is still possible." '

"What do you think, Mister Fool?"

The Fool nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

But the fool in his heart can only be grateful, and he sincerely praised in his heart, Miss Justice, she is really an angel of justice!

Seeing the Fool's agreement, Miss Justice Audrey puffed up her cheeks excitedly, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

Miss Justice has kind qualities, but this time, in her opinion, this is an extremely fair deal.

After the first Tarot Club ended, Audrey Hall went home to supplement some mystical knowledge and travel notes from the ancient era. As a top noble family, the library of the Hall family does not lack such knowledge.

While being kind, Audrey Hall is not lacking in wisdom. She came to the same conclusion as Mister Hanged Man, that is, Mister Fool is a great being who is recovering.

Such a great existence may not lack mysterious knowledge, but because it has just recovered, it lacks secular knowledge.

I exchanged a little gold pound for Mister Fool's favor and future gifts.

Audrey felt that this was a good deal.

The Hanged Man watched this scene, belatedly awakened, and a burst of grief welled up in his heart.The self who always claims to be smart can't compare to the innocent and lively justice!
It's so easy to please Mister Fool, why didn't I think of such a simple method? !

As an undercover pirate arranged by the Church of the Storm on the sea, Alger can say that black and white can do both, and the occasional merchant ship that passes by will bring a lot of extra money.

Alger, the Hanged Man, felt that he was not short of money at all!
Glancing at the sad and remorseful Hanged Man, Luo Feng asked leisurely: "Then Miss Justice, how many pounds do you think a piece of Emperor Roselle's diary is worth?"

Miss Justice Audrey was stunned for a moment, yes, what is the price of Emperor Roselle's diary?

Although she has participated in many exhibitions of the Museum of Literature and Art, she always went to watch them with the mentality of appreciating art, and she didn't even know the value of the diary of Emperor Roselle in the museum.

"Ahem..." The Hanged Man raised his hand in a fit, excited inside, but said calmly on the surface: "Mr. Fool, can I speak?"

Shrouded in mist, Klein nodded and signaled, "You can communicate freely."

Argel the Hanged Man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly said: "A diary of Emperor Roselle is in the mysterious world, and the price is equivalent to a Sequence Nine potion formula."

"Around fifty gold pounds to 150 gold pounds, depending on the region, there is a premium difference."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Tarot Society behaved differently.

"150 gold pounds, what a bargain!"

Miss Justice Audrey's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help shouting in her heart.

As the only daughter of the Earl of the Kingdom of Loen, she has two older brothers, so it is not her turn to inherit the title and main property, but as a girl loved by her parents and brothers, she has a real estate worth 30 gold pounds under her name , fields, pastures, mines, jewelry, stocks, shares, and bonds.

These are real properties, and the real cash flow is to obtain the corresponding annuity every year, with an income of 1.5 to 2.5 pounds.

150 gold pounds may be the cost of an afternoon tea for Miss Justice, even if it is ten diaries of Emperor Russell, it is only [-] gold pounds, which is equivalent to about a week's pocket money.

Before participating in the Tarot Club, Miss Justice Audrey had never touched money and had no interest in money. The happiest time was getting a golden retriever named Susie.

Although Susie is worth 430 gold pounds, it is a collection of years of wages of a Nighthawk, and it is the annual salary of a middle-class person.

"150 gold pounds, so expensive... so expensive!"

Sitting on the top seat, Mr. Fool Klein, who was pretending to be mysterious, shouted desperately in his heart, and had indescribable envy for Mr. Strength.

He never thought that a piece of diary would have such a price.

Poverty made him jealous almost out of control.

In an instant, Mister Fool had a bold idea, whether he could open a trumpet and come above the fog.

Let the trumpet sacrifice the diary of Emperor Roselle to himself, and then pluck Miss Justice's wool to complete the plan of eating at both ends.

For the name of the trumpet, it is better to use Tarot World instead.

After a long silence, Klein vacillated between integrity and gold pounds.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mister Fool is mysterious and silent, ignoring these useless worldly wealth.

After all, no one could believe that a hidden being would be interested in money.

It is really unimaginable that the evil god is short of money.

If there is, it is also a poor god.

"Thank you for your knowledge." Miss Justice Audrey, who felt that the mysterious item was really cheap, thanked the Hanged Man, "Mr. Hanged Man."

Alger, who gained a sense of presence in the Tarot Club and showed his worth, told himself not to be overly expressive, and said with a bit of reserve: "The original intention of the Tarot Club was to share, just a little information."

"Mr. Fool, can I sacrifice the diary first?"

Luo Feng asked with a wicked sense of humor

After all, as a foreign god who understands Chinese, forging Roselle's diary cannot be said to be sure, it can only be said that it is easy.

"Okay." Klein, who was new to the world, nodded without thinking too much.

Tarot parchment and dark red pens emerge from Tarot

Luo Feng smiled slightly, picked up the pen to write, and line after line of words appeared on the yellow-brown parchment.

This is the official font used in the imperial examinations of all dynasties. As long as it is important to prevent the invigilators from recognizing the handwriting of their own disciples and cheating for personal gain, it is an excellent way to hide their identities.

With a thought in Klein's mind, the ten pages of parchment flashed into his hands.

With a glance, he glanced through the diary and found that the order of the language was reversed, and there were omissions and typos in the content.

Look at the first page of parchment.

"On October [-], they decided to get me engaged to Matilda of the Abel family without consulting me in advance! My God, I haven't even met her yet! No, I want to refuse! Even if I run away from home, even if I am self-reliant from now on, and suffer all kinds of oppression, I still have to resist this arranged marriage!"

"October [-]th, Miss Matilda is so pretty."

"On October [-]th, her personality and temperament are all the type I like. I am looking forward to our marriage."

"On October [-]th, Matilda captivated me so much that I almost forgot my original name, Huang Tao."

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"October [-]th, oh, my steam god, I met a beautiful lady at the banquet, she was even more beautiful than Matilda, and she had more temperament. She said she was a witch, hiss..."

"October [-]th, the witch's taste is really good."

Klein leaned back against the high-back chair to prevent his emotions from penetrating the gray fog

I complained silently in my heart, I didn't expect you to be Emperor Roselle, I didn't expect you to be Huang Tao like this!
　I went to test the nucleic acid, the update is late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)