Chapter 88: Offline PK in Progress

"Silver City?" Klein manipulated the Smurf account "The World" to reveal a slight hint of confusion before saying, "First, make a list of the common monsters and the corresponding materials found in the area surrounding Silver City. I'll pick from there."

Klein felt somewhat embarrassed as he said this because he knew that it was akin to taking advantage of Little Sun's intelligence.

However, Klein genuinely wanted to know about the common monsters and materials in the area surrounding Silver City.

"No problem, I'll do it as soon as possible and give it to you at the next Tarot Meeting." Derrick, obviously unaware that he was being exploited, nodded directly.

Lynn watched The Fool's adept manipulation and clicked his tongue internally. Then, as if finally making up his mind, he spoke:

"Mr. Sun, if you need the potion formula for the Bard Pathway, I might be able to provide some help."

Little Sun immediately looked at Lynn, asking expectantly, "Mr. Pope, do you have the potion formula for the subsequent sequences of the Bard pathway?"

Lynn smiled and said, "I can provide the potion formula for the Bard pathway's Sequence 6, the Notary, along with the main ingredients."

Upon hearing this, Little Sun was overjoyed. For someone aiming to become the Sun, he needed the entire Sun pathway's potion formulas. He immediately asked, "Mr. Pope, what do you need?"

"Like Mr. World, you can start by making a list of the common monsters and corresponding materials found in the area surrounding Silver City. I need to see if there are materials I require. If not, we can exchange equivalent knowledge."

Lynn responded this way because it wasn't appropriate to abruptly purchase Derrick's study materials given his current persona. It needed to be more gradual.

Since he had obtained the Abraham family's teachings, and the official establishment of the Eye of Secrets had to wait until the return of the ancient Sun God, he wasn't in a hurry to get Silver City's study materials. He might as well wait and later mix them with other historical knowledge to make the purchase seem natural.

"No problem." Derrick nodded without hesitation.

The Fool Klein watched this scene with some contemplation.

The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Lynn a few more times and then looked at the World at the end of the bronze table, feeling a faint sense of crisis.

Obviously, these two newcomers were not like Miss Justice or Little Sun; they were seasoned Beyonders like him.

This naturally made Alger, who always intended to maintain his status and influence in the Tarot Meeting, worry about his position being undermined.

'In the future, I'll need to showcase myself more...' The Hanged Man sighed internally. He didn't want to become a marginal figure in the Tarot Meeting, then be discarded.

Unlike the ever-optimistic Justice, the Hanged Man, though revering the Fool and believing him to be a near-divine figure, never trusted him to be truly benevolent.

'Great, this way, Mr. Sun won't have to worry about potion formulas up to Sequence 5...' Audrey was genuinely happy for Little Sun, her thoughts naturally drifting.

'Being able to obtain the Sequence 6 formula and main ingredients, Mr. Pope should also be an experienced Beyonder... Wait a minute?' Miss Justice suddenly realized something. She took another look at Lynn, her gaze sweeping over his golden curls and ash-gray eyes, then glanced at the World at the end of the bronze table, who appeared calm and restrained.

'Golden curls... Ash-gray eyes... Experienced Beyonder.'

'Calm and restrained... Controlled body language...'

'This combination seemed very familiar. And the most crucial part was that I can be pretty sure that the gentleman accompanying Mr. Peeker has a connection with Mr. Fool.'

'Could Mr. Pope and Mr. World be Mr. Secret and his friend?'

'No, I shouldn't jump to conclusions. Mr. Pope and Mr. World don't seem to know each other, but that could be an act... Hmm, I'll need to observe more.' Miss Justice's mind went mile a minute, and she forcibly suppressed her slightly excited feelings but couldn't help but glance at "Pope" and "World" a few more times.

'Why is Miss Justice suddenly looking at the World and Lynn? She seems a bit excited...' Klein seated at the head of the bronze table, glanced at Justice Audrey without a change in expression. After a brief moment of puzzlement, he recalled their previous offline meeting and made a guess.

'Miss Justice might have guessed the identities of the Pope and the World.'

'After all, she is a Spectator, and Lynn's physical traits are distinctive enough. Even in Backlund, ash-gray eyes are rare, and the World's characteristics overlap somewhat with Sherlock's... in other words, Spectator's are scary.' Klein joked in his mind. But, he was not in the least bit worried.

Since his unexpected offline meeting with Miss Justice, he had already prepared to position Sherlock as a servant of the Fool. The World's identity being revealed was not a problem; it might even facilitate his future actions.

As for Lynn, the only one who had all the scripts, he was just enjoying the show, thinking this Tarot Meeting was worth it.

He didn't mind "revealing" his identity. After all, some personas are meant to be dropped; it's more fun when they think you're underground, but you're actually in the atmosphere.

Naturally, Miss Justice didn't forget her main task. After Little Sun finished his transaction, she immediately asked him for information about dragons.

Although Audrey had learned a lot about the Spectator pathway from Mr. Peeker, she remained very interested in dragons.

Since Derrick no longer needed potion formulas, he proposed exchanging information—he had long wanted to understand what the world of Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man's was like.

So, they smoothly traded information, each getting what they wanted.

As the platform, Mr. Fool got some free dragon information.

After the members communicated for a while longer, Klein announced the end of this Tarot Meeting.

After leaving the gray fog, Klein returned to the living room, picked up a newspaper and pretended to read, while keeping an eye on the movements across the street.

Sure enough, after a while, a familiar figure left the house and appeared at the door of 15 Minsk Street.

"Ding-ling—"

(End of this chapter)