Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 466 The Tarot Club Begins

Dong~dong~dong~
There were short and continuous knocks on the door, and before Renekton could push the door open, the wooden door creaked open from the other side.

Bugs Bunny stretched out his little head from behind the door and looked here. Renekton raised his hand and tapped its forehead, then pulled it out by its ears.

"Wow. Boss, let go, your ears are about to break!"

Bugs Bunny kicked his legs to break away from Renekton's hand, his red eyes were instantly covered with mist, and he looked at Renekton pitifully.

The corner of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly, and he threw the black top hat he had just pulled off back on Bugs Bunny's head and said:
"Ritz is cute because he is really cute. You, a fat rabbit, should not imitate him."

Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and a look of human embarrassment appeared on his furry face. He gritted his teeth and glared at Renekton and said:

"That's too much. You're attacking with a rabbit body!"

Grant held his chin with his hands, his eyebrows slightly arched, and he looked at Bugs Bunny with a faint smile and said:

"Haha, the little rabbit you raised is really interesting. Are you interested in trading it with me for a cat?"

"No interest, no interest! I don't want to sleep in a small nest made of mechanical parts."

Bugs Bunny shook his head in panic and answered before Renekton spoke.

Renekton took two steps forward, rubbed its head and said:
"Then go help me with my get out of class this morning and teach them some occult knowledge. If you really can't figure it out, ask your Knowledge Rabbit brother to help you."

"No problem." After experiencing the topic of exchanging rabbits for craftsman cats just now, Bugs Bunny responded with a particularly positive answer.

Renekton chuckled and rubbed its head. The body instantly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights, and then shattered instantly, turning into tiny bits of bright starlight that surged into the spirit world.

Bugs Bunny scratched his head in confusion, looking at where Renekton left and not knowing what to do next.

Grant leaned back slightly and leaned lazily on the back of the chair. His eyes still stayed on Bugs Bunny, and he chuckled and said:

"Little rabbit, are you sure you don't want to come to my house? I can build you a small nest alone. No, you are such a smart rabbit, you deserve a bedroom of your own."

"No!" Bugs Bunny took a step back, then shook his head.

Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the majestic and ancient palace above the gray fog, rays of crimson light rose up like water waves, then quickly retracted, revealing blurry figures.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

Audrey slightly saluted the figure at the top of the mottled long table and said hello in a brisk voice.

After a slight pause, she greeted the other members one by one:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man." "Good afternoon, Mr. Sun." "Good afternoon, Mr. White Tower.".
The rest of the Tarot Club also saluted and said hello to the leader, Mr. Fool, and then took their seats after nodding to each other.

From the sound of the voice, Miss Justice is in a good mood today. It seems that her brother who is in the military is probably fine and has probably returned to Backlund. This also means that the incident in the Pas Valley has come to an end. Thoughts are turning. During the moment, Klein's eyes subconsciously looked at Renekton, who was sitting on the high-backed chair.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I collected two pages of Russell's diary this week."

"The Hanged Man" Alger's voice interrupted Klein's thoughts. He maintained his relaxed sitting posture, nodded gently, and said in a leisurely voice:

"very good."

"Moon" Emlyn glanced at the expressionless "Hanged Man" Alger, then looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I also collected two pages of Russell's diary this week."

"I also collected a page from Russell's diary."

"Magician" Forsi spoke immediately. This was also Russell's diary that she bought at an Extraordinary gathering she attended last week.

"Very good." Klein curled his lips and nodded slightly in good mood in response.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, looking around at everyone leisurely, and then heard the words of "Hermit" Cattleya saying that she had also collected three pages of Russell's diary.

He tapped the edge of the table in front of him with his right index finger twice, helping everyone in the Tarot Society to reveal the Russell diaries he had collected. Then he raised his hand slightly, and the tawny sheepskin material appeared one by one. The paper automatically flew into his hand.

Everyone sat quietly in their seats, waiting for Mr. Fool to read today's Russell's diary, while looking at the expressions of the other Tarot Club members with curiosity or expectation.

Renekton sat back on his high-backed chair and closed his eyes for a while. After a while, a deep voice suddenly came from his ears.

At the top of the mottled long table, the figure that was obscured by the gray mist withdrew its right hand from tapping the edge of the table and chuckled:
"You can start communicating now."

"Magician" Forsi looked around for a while. Seeing that no one spoke, she sat up a little straighter, raised her right hand and said:

"Everyone, I need a complete brain of Asman and the cursed object of the ancient spirit."

"I don't know if any of you have these two materials, or any relevant clues."

After stating her needs, she took a deep breath and leaned back on the chair, waiting for everyone's answers.

Miss Magician is going to be promoted to record officer? Her progress was much faster than in the original work. As his thoughts floated, Renekton raised his left hand and said in a deep voice:

"I know where to find the cursed artifacts of ancient evil spirits. If you need them, it's 1800 pounds."

"As for the Brain of Asman, this material is relatively rare. You can find the Abraham family. They must still have it in their family treasury." 1800 pounds! With my current financial situation, I can only withdraw up to 800 pounds. Even if I include Xio's savings, the maximum is only 1000 pounds. There is still a difference of 800 pounds. Forsi silently calculated in his mind all the money he could withdraw. Pounds, the excitement that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant.

Her eyes wandered awkwardly for a while, and she coughed slightly with a guilty conscience:

"Well, I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."

"No problem." Renekton responded with a slight nod. He originally thought that Fors would at least negotiate the price, so he quoted an extra 300 pounds.

It seems that no one has the habit of bargaining when doing transactions at the Tarot Conference. Is it because Mr. Fool is here and everyone cares about their own image? I always feel that Miss Justice single-handedly established the tradition of not bargaining when buying things for the Tarot Society.

"The World" sitting at the bottom of the mottled long table suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"I have the cursed object of the ancient evil spirit, 1600 pounds."

"Huh? You have one too?" Forsi hesitated for a moment. She subconsciously glanced sideways at Renekton, who was leaning on the high-back chair. Seeing that his expression didn't change much, she turned to look at the gloomy and reserved man. "The World" said:

"Okay, I need some time to raise funds."

"No problem." Klein replied in a hoarse voice while controlling his trumpet "World".

After Fors and Klein reached a deal, Renekton looked around and saw that no one was talking anymore. He raised his left hand and said:

"Does any of you need the characteristics of the Crimson Scholar?"

Although he was asking, he looked directly at "Moon" Emlyn, who was a seat away from him.

Crimson scholar? This is the extraordinary characteristic corresponding to the vampire viscount! Emlyn's spirit was shaken, and he looked at Renekton with bright eyes and said:
"how much is it?"

"8000 pounds." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

"Moon" Emlyn's face suddenly fell, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. 8000 pounds, even if I sell all the dolls in my collection, I can't get it. No, no, I will never sell them. Last time All the gold pounds that Lord Nibais sponsored me have been used for the baron's inheritance. It is impossible for the senior leaders of the vampire clan to give me such a large amount of funds in a short time.

Emlyn opened his mouth and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Can it be cheaper? Or do you need some help?"

8000 pounds, even if this vampire sells itself, it won't be able to raise the money. Klein sat leisurely on the high-backed chair. He suddenly felt relieved to see that everyone was equally poor.

what is this? Belief in fools leads to poverty? Klein laughed at himself in his mind and cast his eyes on Renekton. He was a little curious about what the other party would do. After all, Emlyn's poverty was obvious to all.

Renekton put his right hand on the handle of the high-backed chair, tapped it twice, and then muttered:

"I accept working to pay off my debts. There is a shortage of manpower in the Pas Valley right now. Since you are too far away, you can also choose to work from home."

"Work from home?" Emlyn repeated the words Renekton said with some confusion.

Sure enough, this guy was going for Emlyn himself from the beginning, and he worked hard to pay off his debts. Klein gently leaned against the back of the chair, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The general job content is to sort out the herbal medicines and simple medicine preparation knowledge you know, describe them in easy-to-understand terms, and publish them in the newspaper."

"Well, you need to use Dutan language. If you don't master this language and the corresponding characters, I can find a learning channel for you and you can learn it by yourself."

Renekton sat up a little straighter and briefly recounted the work he had prepared for Emlyn.

"That's it?" Emlyn was a little surprised. This was much simpler than what he had been thinking in his mind just now.

I thought I needed help exploring some dangerous ruins, or hunting some dangerous creatures.

Renekton nodded, chuckled and said:
"That's it, this is a formal job, but you won't get paid until you pay off the debt. If you are in the Southern Continent, I may arrange for you to do some bounty tasks, but Backlund even Yeah, that’s a little too far.”

"Hiring noble vampires is more expensive than hiring ordinary adventurers."

Emlyn raised his chin and emphasized the words of the noble vampire.

Can you be proud of this? Under the gray fog, Klein's expression froze for a moment.

Is this something to be proud of? It seems that none of us are adventurers. "Magician" Forsi looked at Mr. "Moon" across from her with a vague look. She always felt that the vampire's way of thinking was different from that of humans.

Seeing that Emlyn did not object to his proposal, Renekton nodded slightly and spoke again:

"Oh, I still have some extra extraordinary characteristics here. If you are interested, you can buy them from me, or directly order magical items. Of course, this will cost extra."

"The cultivators, healers and harvest priests of the Cultivator Path, the medicine men and beast tamers of the Moon Path, the prisoners and lunatics of the Alien Path"

"These are things I can get directly. There are also some higher-sequence characteristics, but I need to negotiate with all parties and may not be able to get them. Especially the vampires, who take the characteristics very seriously."

"Each characteristic of Moon Path Sequence Seven represents a newborn, which is of course very important to the vampires!"

Emlyn raised his hand and knocked on the long bronze table in front of him, and said in a serious tone.

I wonder how vampires reproduce their offspring by directly separating part of their flesh and blood and corresponding characteristics from their own bodies? Or is it like humans, except that a copy of the characteristics of the Sequence Seven vampires must be separated for the embryo to take shape?

Klein shook his head slightly to get rid of the increasingly outrageous images in his mind, and then he controlled his trumpet "World" and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"If a magical item is created with the properties of a physician, to what extent can its healing power be retained?"

(End of this chapter)