inspire-indiana Chapter 341 Week 1
Chapter 341 Week 1
Chapter 341 Monday
In the private dining room of first class, Klein, who had just found a seat in an inconspicuous corner, noticed a familiar figure. The person, as if they were old friends, sat down at the same table with him.
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After a half-second silence, he said in a cold tone, tinged with barely perceptible speechlessness, "Why did you use Sherlock Moriarty's appearance?"
Cyril smiled. "Don't you find it interesting?"
"I don't think so." Klein shook his head calmly, then fell silent.
Danitz, wearing a wig, with his eyebrows painted black and his face and neck painted a dark brownish-yellow, listened intently to the conversation between the two, his thoughts wandering.
Sherlock Moriarty?
Is he also a member of their secret organization? Perhaps we can find out which secret organization they belong to and what their purpose is after we disembark.
As his thoughts drifted, a gentle breeze suddenly swept through the restaurant, and a soft voice echoed in everyone's ears: "Praise be to you, king who rules the sky, ode to you, emperor who reigns over the sea..."
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As if a gentle breeze had caressed their souls, everyone in the restaurant transformed from being irritable and drowsy to enjoying themselves.
Danitz leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt as if his soul had been cleansed.
After about two or three minutes, the old man standing at the front of the restaurant, wearing a black soft hat and a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, stopped speaking, glanced around at the crowd in the restaurant, and then walked towards the door.
As he took a step, the breeze swirling in the restaurant stopped, and the crowd, who had been listening intently with their eyes closed, gradually came to their senses.
Danitz glanced at the old man's departing figure and couldn't help but whisper, "Who was that old man? He seemed to have some skill?"
Cyril leaned back, not even looking up, and said, "Former Archbishop of the Church of Storms in Backlund, the Singer of God, Ace Snake."
"Because he was always late at crucial moments, he was transferred from Backlund after a complaint from a nobleman who wished to remain anonymous."
As he finished speaking, the dining table fell into a brief silence.
As Ace Snake, the "Singer of Gods," stepped to the restaurant entrance, he paused, his silver eyes fixed on Sherlock Moriarty, who was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, with a serious and sharp gaze.
After a brief silence and a moment of thought, he recognized the former renowned detective from Backlund.
After observing for a moment, he looked away, exhaled softly, turned around, and continued walking towards the restaurant on the lower deck.
At the dining table, Klein and Danitz both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Whew, that was a terrifying gaze. I felt like the air around me had turned into dangerous weapons pointed directly at me."
Klein frowned slightly, turned to look at Sirion, who was disguised as his other identity, and asked, "Does he know Sherlock Moriarty?"
"No wonder you chose to impersonate him; were you trying to use your identity as an informant for the Steam Church?"
Cyril nodded slightly and replied, "That's part of the reason. As a high-ranking member of the church, although we're always a step behind, the 'Dove of God' certainly knows the details of the Backlund incident and won't make things difficult for Sherlock Moriarty."
"Of course, it's mostly for fun."
During the conversation, the restaurant waiter served each passenger a breakfast, a few slices of cured meat and canned fruit, and a drink made from an unknown ingredient.
After seeing the breakfast menu, Danitz couldn't help but complain, "Has the food on the ship deteriorated that much?"
"Could it be that the extra funds were all used to hire that 'God Singer' from earlier?"
The waiter seemed used to such reactions and patiently explained, "I'm very sorry, sir. There was a problem with the fresh ingredients we replenished in Damir Port. Apart from canned cured meats, which have a long shelf life, most of them rotted and spoiled last night."
"However, the captain has decided to speed up, and the White Agate will reach the port of Tiana as quickly as possible."
"In addition, the sailors on board are working hard and will do their best to provide everyone with fresh grilled fish, shrimp and other food in the next few days."
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I never imagined the aftermath of last night's battle would affect the food we ate in the following days...
Since the ingredients have spoiled, the seasonings have probably spoiled quite a bit too. The salt should be fine, but we can't eat salt-baked shrimp and crab every day.
After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, Klein turned to look at Cyril: "Is there a way to make your painting have the ability to satisfy hunger?"
Cyril shook his head: "It might work in the short term, but it's ultimately just a false feeling of fullness. If you do it too many times, you might starve to death after just one night's sleep."
"Why not write a letter and have some food sent over, or use a ritual..."
The two didn't discuss the topic for long before burying themselves in eating the cured meat slices and canned fruit on their plates.
For the next period of time, "The Singer of God" Ace Snake never appeared again, but Cyril's divination indicated that he was still on the ship.
He suspected that the other party was wary of him, but the results showed that the voyage ahead was safe, so he chose to stay on the ship.
In addition, he noted that the speed of the White Agate had indeed increased significantly, seemingly not only because the ship itself was sailing at full speed, but also because the surrounding wind and waves were helping it.
Until 3 p.m. Backlund time, a thick gray fog and a deep red, illusory light obscured all vision.
Above the boundless gray fog, a magnificent palace, resembling the dwelling place of a giant, stood silently.
In the hall, on both sides of the mottled bronze table, blurry figures quickly appeared and solidified.
Then, "Justice" Audrey rose from her seat, subtly lifting her skirt as she bowed to "The Fool" at the head of the table: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
After a brief pause, she turned around and greeted each person in the order they joined the Tarot Club.
After everyone exchanged greetings, she looked again at Mr. Fool at the head of the table before Emlyn "The Moon" could speak to her, and said in a slightly raised tone, "Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected three more pages of Roselle's diary this week."
She then noticed that the two blasphemous cards that had disappeared earlier had reappeared on the table in front of Mr. Fool.
Huh, the card of blasphemy has reappeared?
Were they previously given to him by the "Fool" as his followers, to be used for some purpose?
Or perhaps someone secretly provided a large number of Russell's diaries and borrowed them for a few days?
It might be new, not the original two.
As her thoughts drifted, she couldn't help but glance at "World" at the very bottom and "Fate" on the opposite side.
Mr. "The World" never submitted Russell's diary, at least not at the Tarot meeting; he and "The Fool"...
Do you keep in touch with him privately or on a regular basis?
His position was also unusual; unlike Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Moon, he did not sit on the other side, but sat directly opposite Mr. Fool.
Mr. Fate is also suspicious. Although he submitted Roselle's Diary to Mr. Fool, I can tell that he doesn't really care about it. It's as if... as if he knows the secret in the diary.
He joined the organization whose name was usually forbidden to be mentioned, and it seemed to hold a high position.
Hmm... If Mr. World's specialness stems from Mr. Fool, then Mr. Fate's specialness stems from that organization, from the "Imaginary Angel" Adam?
Does his appearance at the Tarot meeting represent a collaboration between the two organizations?
Something doesn't seem right. Judging from the previous incident involving the "Robin Hood" Black Emperor, Mr. "Fool" and that organization were not in a cooperative relationship.
Could it be that... Mr. "Fate" also represents a third party, the will of someone who has formed a secret alliance with Mr. "Fool"?
It's so complicated. I feel like Mr. Destiny has many secrets.
As her thoughts wandered, Fors the Magician submitted his memorized copy of Roselle's diary to The Fool, while Derrick the Sun submitted the legends of the ancient gods in the Silver City.
Klein quietly finished reading Roselle's diary and the legends of the ancient gods in his hands, then made the papers disappear, leaned back slightly, and said, "You can begin now."
Before Miss Justice could ask, Emlyn the Moon looked at her and said, "I have found the fruit of the Elder Tree and the blood of the Mirror Dragon."
"It's £750 in total, plus £100 that's mine."
Audrey didn't even consider the total price and simply nodded, replying, "Okay."
"I hope the deal can be completed today or tomorrow."
"No problem." Emlyn nodded slightly. Although he was a little hasty, he didn't mind Miss Justice's small request, considering the reward of 100 pounds.
After they finished their exchange, "The Sun" Derrick looked at Cyril and raised his hand, saying, "Mr. Fate, with the help of my teammates, I hunted down three vampires and acquired their corrupted traits."
Please don't use the word "only"... Emlyn protested loudly in his mind, but didn't say it aloud.
Cyril nodded slightly, then asked, "Are they all Sequence 7?"
"Yes," Derrick nodded in reply.
Cyril leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin with his hand, and said, "Their value exceeds that of a Sequence 6 Notary Recipe. Or do you have other needs?"
Derrick had already thought it through and asked directly, "Can I forgo the potion recipe with the 'Notary' and instead use the fruit of the Radiant Spirit Tree and some magical items?"
Cyril turned to look at "The Moon" Emlyn beside him, who raised his chin slightly: "I've found a seller for the fruit of the Radiant Spirit Tree that you need. His asking price is 800 pounds. If you're not in a hurry, I can try to negotiate the price with him."
"However, it may not be effective, since although it has a premium, it's not much."
"In addition, you will need to pay me a fee of 100 pounds."
Derrick recalled the previous deal between "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" and felt that the price was acceptable, so he nodded and replied, "Okay."
He then looked at Sirion: "Mr. Fate, after deducting the 900 pounds, is the remaining money enough to exchange for the two magical items?"
Cyril nodded: "Sure, but they'll all be low-sequence items."
"I can give you one of them now, but the other will take a few days. We just celebrated the New Year here, and the craftsman is still on holiday."
"No problem." Derrick nodded immediately.
This was a deal he made with his companions who hunted vampires together; he would take away the corrupted traits and find suitable magical items for the two of them.
If the value of a magical item exceeds its corrupted properties, others will compensate for the difference.
Without a "craftsman," the corrupted characteristics of vampires are not valuable in Silver City. Trading them with him can not only get the difference made up by his companions, but also allow him to trade for the fruit of the Radiant Spirit Tree that he needs at the Tarot Gathering.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, "The Hanged Man" Alger looked at "The Moon" Emlyn and asked, "Do you still want that vampire baron's inheritance?"
"4500 pounds, that's the best price I could get for you."
Emlyn's expression froze for a moment before he hesitantly said, "I... I'll think about it."
"No problem." Alger nodded slightly, not paying attention to "The Moon's" hesitation, because he knew that his asking price was indeed too high, but Mr. "The Moon" would most likely agree in the end.
...He wouldn't have a chance to advance through the internal promotion channels of the vampire clan, otherwise he wouldn't have sought help from outside.
Although there are vampires active near Silver City, "Sun" is not strong enough to hunt down those that are too powerful. If "Moon" is in a hurry to advance, he will have no choice but to choose my path.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he looked at "The Magician" Fors and said, "I've found the blood crystals of the Lava Octopus, 800 pounds."
Fors was surprised for a moment, then nodded with the same conflicted expression as Emlyn: "Okay, I'll make the deal with you within the next two days."
...The next payment for my writing won't be until at least the end of the month. Although I earn some money playing a "magic master" in the circus, it's barely enough to cover my living expenses.
To raise £800 within two days, the best option remains borrowing from the teacher or Viscount Grelint...
At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein leaned back in his chair, taking in the expressions of "The Moon" Emlyn and "The Magician" Fors, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
The economic crisis is troubling everyone in the Tarot Club, well... except for Miss Justice and Mr. Fate.
After a moment of silence, Cyril turned to Emlyn and said, "How about I sell you vampires three portions of vampire traits for 1 pounds?"
"Not only will you be able to reclaim the characteristics belonging to the moon, but the vampire clan will also gain three newborns."
"I only want this £1. No matter how high a price you can sell it for, you can keep any extra. How about it?"
Emlyn's eyes widened; this familiar action reminded him of someone he disliked.
He opened his mouth, remained silent, thought for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"
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