Chapter 102: Klein’s Routine Tarot club Meeting

Chapter 102: Klein's Routine Tarot Meeting

Sefirah Castle

Klein held his usual tarot meeting at 3 PM on Monday.

This suggestion came from Miss Justice, and it was quite fitting.

"Good afternoon, Mr Fool, Mr.!" greeted Miss Justice politely.

"Good afternoon, Hanged Man, Mr.!" replied Mr. Hanged Man in his usual calm manner.

Klein sat at the head of the bronze table, naturally observing both Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man.

Today, Miss Justice spoke first: "Mr Fool, Mr., I recently obtained five pages of Roselle's diary. However, with my current memory, I can only remember three pages. The remaining two pages will have to wait until our next meeting to transcribe."

"Understood."

Klein's tone remained calm, but he felt pleased. Finally, he had more Roselle's diary to read. Each time, he gained useful knowledge of mysticism, expanding his intellectual horizons.

By sharing some of this knowledge, he ensured that Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man believed in his mysterious existence.

It was a beneficial cycle.

Roselle, his fellow countryman, had indeed been helpful in many ways. Unfortunately, they had never met, which was a pity.

Soon, Miss Justice transcribed the three pages of Roselle's diary. She was familiar with this content, having memorized it beforehand.

"Very well, your debt has been repaid, and you now have the opportunity to ask a question."

Klein raised his right hand, and the parchment appeared in his palm. He focused on the diary, reading it slowly.

"On August 12th, I attended a banquet hosted by Viscount Reid. The viscount, who had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, boasted about his prowess in that area. It wasn't until I saw his wife leaving the backyard with a baron, her face flushed, that I realized people often brag about things they lack."

"On August 15th, I heard something interesting from Mr. Door. It was a sealed item—a miraculous pen. It could write scripts and bring the stories within them to life in reality. Isn't this an otherworldly version of the legendary brush of Ma Liang?

Mr. Door specifically warned me that if I frequently encountered coincidences, happenstances, or accidents in daily life, I should be cautious. Perhaps I was being written into someone else's story."

"On August 19th, I took Grellin and Edward to watch a performance by the dance troupe. Well, it was an adult version of a dance performance—quite shocking."

…

Klein finished reading this page of Roselle's diary without any expression.

Emperor Roselle's daily life seemed quite extravagant—either attending banquets or watching dance performances.

However, the content always leaned toward the unhealthy side.

Thankfully, there was Mr. Door, an important figure. The mention of the miraculous pen was intriguing—it resembled Ma Liang's brush, allowing stories to come to life. Remarkable!

The need to pay attention to unusual events like coincidences and happenstances struck a chord with Klein. Since his birth, his life had been filled with such occurrences.

Could it be that his fate was orchestrated by a pen?

Klein smiled, not overly concerned. Surely the things mentioned in Roselle's diary wouldn't immediately manifest in the real world?

That would be too coincidental.

Suppressing these thoughts, Klein continued reading the remaining two pages of Roselle's diary.

After finishing them, he looked at Miss Justice and said, "Now, you may ask a question."

Miss Justice wanted to decipher Roselle's diary? But it was written in Chinese characters, which had evolved and changed over thousands of years. Traditional decryption methods wouldn't work for unlocking the secrets of Chinese characters in this predominantly alphabet-based world.

Moreover, this was his secret weapon in this mysterious world, and he couldn't teach Miss Justice.

How else would he continue to impress others with the knowledge from Roselle's diary?

"Only ancient beings can decipher it. The methods of learning this script have been lost in the present day."

Klein provided his answer after some thought.

If Miss Justice accumulated enough contributions and wanted to learn Chinese characters, he would simply tell her that her contributions fell far short of the standard.

As for the specific amount of contribution required? That would be at his discretion. But he doubted Miss Justice would ever accumulate enough to learn Chinese characters.

Unless he no longer needed Roselle's diary to maintain his mystique.

"I thought that by thoroughly exploring the wisdom of our predecessors, we could gradually decipher this script. It's more difficult than I expected," sighed Audrey, disappointed.

Mr. Hanged Man chuckled, "If anyone could learn this script, Roselle's diary wouldn't have survived until now. It would have been collected and locked away."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mr. Fool with a look of respect and awe.

"Only an ancient existence like Mr. Fool could fully understand this kind of script.

Perhaps this script is used for communication among deities, a divine language! Ordinary people simply cannot learn it, nor is there a place to do so.

"I thought that by exhausting the wisdom of future generations, we could gradually decipher this script. I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

Audrey sighed, worried about Mr. Hastur's research endeavors.

If one spends a lifetime without reaching the answer, that would be quite tragic.

Poor Mr. Hastur.

Klein also sighed inwardly: "The birth of Chinese characters is the culmination of countless generations' wisdom, an essential part of cultural heritage over thousands of years.

It is the crystallization of wisdom unique to their world, and only they can understand how much wisdom each stroke on these small square characters contains."

In the following normal exchange, Klein maintained his mysterious, ancient demeanor, listening to the conversation between Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man.

Through their dialogue, he expanded his own understanding of this world.

…

Bakerland.

Hastur had already instructed Neil, the butler, to prepare for the factory. He planned to establish a factory, hire workers, and produce mosquito coils for the mysterious world. To make the mosquito coils more upscale and cater to nobles and the wealthy, he had Grellin add various fragrances to the mosquito repellent powder.

These fragrances included rose, tulip, and other scents.

Once lit, the mosquito coils not only kept mosquitoes away but also filled the room with a pleasant aroma. It was akin to the incense used in ancient palaces, but even more effective.

Additionally, Hastur prepared a calming sleep version that not only repelled mosquitoes but also assisted with sleep.

He believed that once this product hit the market, it would yield substantial returns. Bakerland's environment was deteriorating, and mosquitoes were on the rise. Even if others didn't buy it, he needed it for himself.

Over the next few days, Hastur exercised at the Gordon Club in the morning and visited the law firm in the afternoon. His other thoughts were focused on this mosquito coil business.

He gathered the necessary ingredients and successfully produced mosquito repellent powder with various fragrances, following Grellin's instructions. Hastur tried it himself, finding it more pleasant than the mosquito coils from his original world. The fragrance not only filled the room but also clung to his clothes.

It resembled the incense used in ancient courts but was even more extraordinary.

Neil, the busy butler, calculated the costs and found that the materials weren't too expensive, yet the resulting mosquito repellent powder was highly effective.

He asserted that this product would become popular among Bakerland's nobility. Hastur discussed the profit-sharing arrangement with Grellin. Hastur, who managed everything, would take 70%, while Grellin, who only needed to collect money, would receive 30%.

After handling the factory setup, Hastur initially considered having Neil oversee it. However, Neil explained that his mental capacity was limited, and he couldn't fully manage the business.

Unexpectedly, Manager Harley expressed his willingness to take charge. The position of a bank manager was well-paid, stable, and had good prospects. Harley's decision was akin to leaving a secure job to venture into business.

During a subsequent drinking session, Harley explained his reasons for making this choice. Approaching forty, he saw no promotion opportunities at the bank. It was better to take a risk while he was still relatively young.

His primary reason was that he no longer saw any upward mobility within the bank.

Hastur was surprised by Harley's boldness. The bank manager was essentially abandoning a stable job to become an entrepreneur.

Later, Harley revealed that he was willing to take this step because he had reached middle age. If he continued at the bank for another ten years, he'd likely be laid off. It was better to take a chance now.

Hastur ultimately hired Harley to help manage the business. With Harley's management experience and the promising prospects of this venture, it was bound to yield substantial profits.

(End of this chapter)