Mystery: A Spark

Where am I supposed to find nine thousand pounds for you right now? I couldn't even get that much money if I sold myself... Klein thought, on the verge of tears.

Mr. Fool felt he was facing the biggest crisis in his life: he couldn't come up with nine thousand pounds to pay the members of the Tarot Club for their tasks.

A dignified and mysterious being, a powerful being with a powerful follower who could easily kill Qilingus, was actually a penniless pauper who couldn't even afford nine thousand pounds.

Klein never expected that he would encounter this sudden identity crisis, simply because he had no money to pay.

Oh no, is today the day my true identity is exposed? No way... Klein racked his brains for a solution while praying that someone would come to his rescue.

Perhaps his prayers were answered by some being, for at this moment Miss Justice spoke:

"My esteemed Fool, of the bounty for Hurricane General Zilingus, I still owe you ten thousand pounds. How about I pay your share, Mr. Chariot? That way, I'll only owe you one thousand pounds. What do you say?"

Miss Justice, you are simply an angel... Klein was overjoyed, feeling as if he had come back to life.

However, to maintain his air of superiority as a fool, he forced himself to remain calm and, still using that feigned nonchalance, nodded slightly and said:

"can."

Hearing Mr. Fool's answer, Audrey felt much more at ease.

Even if Mr. Fool didn't say anything, Audrey always felt uneasy about owing this money to him.

But if the object of her affections is Mr. Chariot, then she will feel much less pressure.

Audrey turned to Arthur and asked:

"Mr. Chariot, do you think this is acceptable?"

“I have no objections.” This was exactly the result Arthur wanted.

He knew very well that Klein couldn't possibly come up with nine thousand pounds given his financial situation, but he had no choice; he was indeed short of money.

Although Arthur had a few thousand pounds of money before, he spent a lot of it because he had to make a deal with Danitz to have him help buy Deathstroke.

Fortunately, Arthur used his scheming nature to offset the cost, otherwise he wouldn't have had enough money at all.

In addition, Arthur spent another sum of money to support Hugh's recruitment efforts.

So, as mentioned earlier, his current financial situation is quite tight.

This assassination mission by Beckeron presents Arthur with a golden opportunity to easily acquire a large sum of money.

Moreover, in the original story, Mr. A asked for 10,000 pounds, while Arthur only asked for 9,000 pounds, which was already considered a friendly price.

Of course, Arthur could also run to Bernadette's coattails and ask her to be his sugar daddy, playing the "rich lady, I'm hungry, I need food" card.

But Zhou Zhao is a dignified man; how could he possibly resort to such a philandering act for a mere nine thousand pounds?

It would have to be at least 10,000 pounds, otherwise he would never sell himself.

Klein was much more relaxed after finally bringing the Beckeron incident to a close.

He said no more and secretly manipulated the trumpet from his superior position.

"World" coughed lightly and said in that deliberately feigned hoarse voice:

"Can I speak now?"

Audrey glanced at Mr. Fool, and seeing that he didn't respond, she nodded slightly and adopted the air of the "second-in-command of the Tarot Club":

"can."

The world's hoarse voice rang out:

"I want the true root of the Mist Treant, at least sixty milliliters of the corresponding sap, as well as the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring and the entire spinal fluid of the Evil-Striped Black Panther."

"Can any of you provide information, or do you have any relevant clues?"

"What do you want me to exchange for?"

Klein added the marrow crystals from the Fairy Spring that the fat pharmacist needed to the two main ingredients he needed, mainly to prevent others from guessing the main ingredients of the recipe.

If any member could provide the marrow crystal from the Fairy Spring, then Klein would accept it.

Of course, he wouldn't use this material to exchange for clues about the pharmacist's formula with the fat pharmacist; instead, he would make other requests.

Because Klein already knew from Arthur where he could get the apothecary's recipe.

Before "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" could react, the previously silent "Sun" spoke:

“I know where the Mist Treants are, and I’ve already advanced to the Lightbringer level, so I can help you hunt them down and get the materials.”

After obtaining the Lightbringer's formula from Mr. Fool, he quickly digested the potion and, based on his previous merits, obtained the corresponding extraordinary materials from the Silver City's warehouse, thus successfully advancing to Sequence Eight.

As expected of the Silver City, teeming with monsters and fraught with peril... Klein inwardly praised, prompting "The World" to ask:

"So what do you hope to gain?"

"The Sun" Derrick answered without hesitation:

"The Sun Priest's potion recipe."

He has now successfully advanced and obtained a powerful and extraordinary weapon from Mr. Hanged Man, so naturally, he only needs the next series of potion recipes.

“I have it, and I can take it out right now.” Arthur said without hesitation after hearing Little Sun’s request.

He knew that the Hanged Man could also find the recipe for the Sun Priest from the Church of Storms, so he specifically emphasized that he could produce the recipe immediately.

Little Sun Derrick's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly:

"Mr. Chariot, what kind of payment do you require?"

Arthur chuckled and said:

"Little Sun, you definitely don't have what I need."

"What is it?" Derrick asked, somewhat puzzled.

"money."

As soon as the word came out of Arthur's mouth, Klein felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

However, he still remembered to use his clown abilities to control himself and did not show too much abnormality.

"The World" seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking:

"how much money do you need?"

“Eight hundred pounds, that’s a very reasonable price for a Sequence Seven recipe,” Arthur said with a light laugh, looking at “The World.”

“That makes perfect sense.” The world’s voice was hoarse, but it still sounded calm.

But somehow, Arthur seemed to hear a hint of gritted teeth in that calm voice.

At this moment, Derrick, the little sun, asked:

"Mr. Chariot, the Sun Priest's recipe and the Mist Treant's sap, aren't they of different values?"

Instead of asking the newcomer "world," he inquired about Mr. Chariot.

Because Derrick believed that Mr. Chariot was the most trustworthy member of the Tarot Club and would never betray him.

“The roots of the Mist Treants are extraordinary materials of Sequence Seven, and their price is generally between five hundred and seven hundred pounds,” Arthur gave a rough estimate.

Of course, the price will fluctuate depending on the actual demand, but it will generally be roughly the same.

“In that case, I need to compensate you, Mr. World,” Little Sun said, looking down at the bronze table.

"World" seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice:

"The value of the Mist Treant's real roots and sap combined isn't much different from that recipe. Of course, if you insist on giving compensation, you can offer a slightly lower price next time I need the materials."

Klein was considering that the value difference between the formula and the two materials was not that great, and since Little Sun did not use gold pounds, making up the difference would actually be a very troublesome matter.

Therefore, he simply postponed this small amount of compensation to the next transaction, figuring that he would definitely need materials from Silver City in the future.

"Well, thank you, Mr. World," Little Sun said somewhat shyly.

He has also realized that the lack of gold pounds on his side makes it somewhat inconvenient for him to trade with other members.

But Derrick had no choice. After all, Silver City was a small city-state with only a few thousand people and no economic system whatsoever.

"You're welcome," World replied calmly.

Seeing that the Sun, the World, and Mr. Chariot had agreed to a three-way deal, Audrey spoke up demurely:

"Does anyone know any clues about the psychiatrist's formula? Or any information about the Psychological Alchemy Society would also be helpful."

Arthur chuckled:

"Miss Justice, do you want to join the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

“Yes,” Audrey nodded.

After Fors joined the Tarot Club, she felt she needed to find a new and extraordinary channel to avoid a repeat of the situation she experienced with Ambassador Becklong, where she had money but couldn't find any help.

“Hmm, I know some of the ingredients for the psychiatrist’s formula, and I also know the identity of a specific member of the Psychological Alchemy Society. Miss Justice, which one do you need?” Arthur said casually.

Goodness, he's got quite a wide network of connections. No wonder he dares to cause trouble... Klein clicked his tongue in amazement at how much this fellow countryman knew.

Compared to him, I am incredibly poor.

"He actually has part of the recipe, and even clues about the Psychological Alchemy Society. Mr. Chariot is really something else..." Audrey thought to herself.

She said without the slightest hesitation:

"I want it all!"

"Miss Justice is so magnanimous," Arthur complimented.

He first wrote down some of the psychiatrist's prescriptions that he had obtained from the original work, then attached the identity of a noblewoman to the prescriptions, and pushed the parchment in his hand toward Miss Justice.

Audrey eagerly picked it up, quickly glanced at it, and saw that it read:

"A pair of Mirror Dragon's eyes, 50 milliliters of its blood, and the fruit of the Elder Tree."

She continued reading and was immediately surprised.

I never imagined that the Duchess's sister, Lady Norma, would be a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society. And since Mr. Chariot knows about this, could he be a Rune like me, and perhaps of a high status, otherwise he wouldn't know such a secret... Audrey secretly speculated in her mind.

She was somewhat delighted that she might have roughly figured out Mr. Chariot's origins, and happy that she had found a clue to the Psychological Alchemy Society.

Audrey, in a rather pleasant mood, asked:

"So, Mr. Chariot, what kind of reward do you need?"

"Money," Arthur answered without hesitation.