Chapter 203:The Hanged Man's Imagination Runs Wild Again

Chapter 203:The Hanged Man's Imagination Runs Wild Again

The Tarot Club is not a good place for whispering secrets. Although Klein was worried, he didn't say anything.

Klein had always known that Alice harbored secrets, such as that mysterious book of unknown origin, and perhaps... He remembered Alice once saying that she might have awakened more than once.

—Maybe she really is a resurrected evil god.

This thought flashed through Klein's mind, and then he felt the same confusion as Alger: Did she become a god while still a child? How is that possible? Could the potion have just fallen into her mouth? As Klein pondered this, he recalled how Alice became an Extraordinary, and suddenly felt even more worried.

—This might actually happen, even if the chance is slim. For fate, as long as there is a possibility, it is enough.

Klein looked at Alice with concern, only to see her propping her chin thoughtfully and asking, "So, how do you think I should confirm it?"

Alger suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

Alice lazily glanced at him and said in a light tone, "Since you have no idea, help me find someone who can lift the curse first, okay?"

Alger nodded without hesitation and closed his mouth.

"The Hanged Man is thinking strange things again..." Alice glanced thoughtfully at Alger, leaned back in her chair, and continued, "Because I've been in a bad mood lately." Alice replied coldly.

"As for the reward... Well, I don't know what I can offer as a reward. If I have to say, maybe... maybe a bit of luck?"

Derrick also remembered something and raised his hand, "Great Mr. Fool, I have copied some legends of ancient gods."

Alger and Audrey's hearts skipped a beat, but they remained silent. Only Emlyn, who seemed much more cautious, tentatively asked, "Why?" Emlyn asked instinctively.

Derrick didn't notice Alice's subtle thoughts and said to Alger, "Mr. Hanged Man, the list of monsters in the surrounding area is also ready."

"However, I don't recommend you ask me for this luck anytime soon."

"A bit of... luck?"

But this statement was not a lie. Alice said it without any guilt, and the observing Audrey could only see that Alice was hiding something.

Of course, the main reason was that Alice currently did not have the ability to bestow luck on others...

Alice angrily cursed Amon in her heart once again.

No one seems to call me "Great Lady of Destiny"... Alice secretly glanced at Derrick and muttered discontentedly in her heart.

In a foul mood, Alice tugged at her monocle forcefully, leaned back in her chair, and decided to visit the church when she got back... Could she hold an Extraordinary gathering in Backlund? The strange thought flashed through Alice's mind, and she secretly noted it down, planning to address it after dealing with her monocle.

Alice blinked and looked at him, noticing his confusion about the reward. So, Alice propped her chin and replied, "Maybe someone you dislike will suddenly die for some inexplicable reason, or something you've always wanted will fall into your lap... Hmm, it could also be some trivial, small good things."

After confirming that Alice had nothing more to say, Audrey withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and raised her hand, "Honorable Mr. Fool, I have obtained three more pages of Roselle's diary."

So naive... Alice silently sighed, noticing Alger's slight head shake.

...Is this one of the few times Mr. Hanged Man shows his conscience? Alice's mind wandered until the trading session began. Without Alice's interference, Audrey eagerly inquired about the clues to her potion ingredients, "Mr. Moon, do you have information on the fruit of the Elder Tree and the blood of the Mirror Dragon?"

Emlyn nodded slightly, "A total of 750 pounds. If you pay this amount, they will be yours. Of course, there's also my fee, 100 pounds."

"Deal!" Audrey agreed without hesitation, "I hope the transaction can be completed today or tomorrow."

Having witnessed a transaction, Alice began to ponder why her past self didn't leave any money for her present self.

Then she wouldn't have to work hard now... Uh, maybe her past self intended to leave the task of working hard to her future self? Alice fell into deep thought.

After Audrey secretly waved her hand under the table in excitement, Alger turned to Emlyn and asked, "Do you still want the inheritance of that vampire baron? 4500 pounds, this is the best price I could get for you."

Alice keenly noticed that "The Hanged Man" Alger did not mention his brokerage fee like "The Moon" Emlyn did but included it together.

...So how much did he earn as a broker? Alice looked at Alger, then at Emlyn, and fell into thought.

"I'll think about it." Emlyn replied in a poor tone.

"No problem." Alger, who had reserved a 1300-pound difference, did not urge him.

Several more transactions took place, and the Tarot Club entered a free exchange session. Audrey, who had been holding back for a long time, curiously asked, "Miss Destiny, is the style of your clothes popular somewhere?"

Everyone waited curiously for Alice's answer—they were also curious about who would think of wearing a sack.

"Yes," Alice tugged at her school uniform and nodded sincerely, "This is the style of my hometown. It feels very homely when worn."

Alger's eyes became confused.

He had speculated that Alice might be related to elves, but... the elves' aesthetic shouldn't be this bad, right?!

Audrey looked at Alice's completely unappealing clothes and fell into thought.

"The World" weakly held his forehead and spoke to prevent Alice from leaving an even stranger impression on others, "Don't misunderstand, this is not a popular fashion, it's a uniform."

"Uniform?" Audrey was slightly taken aback.

Alice glanced discontentedly in the direction of "The World" and replied expressionlessly, "Yes, a uniform. But I prefer to call it a prison uniform."

Recalling "The World's" earlier statement that Alice had to attend classes for over ten hours a day, they suddenly felt they understood everything.

Unable to withstand the meaningful gazes of others, Alice quickly changed the topic, "Backlund is still under that high-pressure state, and all Extraordinary gatherings have been stopped."