Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 470 A Leap Forward in Civilization

Although Mr. Fool was getting impatient and wanted to end the tarot session to take a good look at the "Tyrant" blasphemous card, it was obviously impossible. The proper procedures still had to be followed, and he still had some cards he hadn't sold yet.

"Dear Mr. Fool, there is no new Roselle's Diary this time."

Upon inadvertently catching the Fool's gaze, "The Hermit" Cattleya quickly spoke up.

Klein could understand this; he simply gave the time to others, or rather, to his alternate account.

"I have a Sequence 5 Druid trait here, does anyone need it?"

This was something Shael had casually distributed. Klein planned to cash it out directly, and he needed to find a way to sell it eventually. He already had the Staff of Life, so he didn't really need to use this extraordinary property to create magical items.

The "Farmer" path, the "Druid" path.

To prevent any misunderstanding, "The World" Klein even gave a special explanation.

As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on the "Hermit" lady.

Huh? Is this asking me if I want to help Frank with his shopping?

"The Hermit" Cattleya understood, but even understanding made her look conflicted. She, a curious child with the voyeuristic pathway, was already struggling to keep up with Frank's abstract art. If he were to advance to Sequence 5, Cattleya was worried that she might still be able to control her crew.

Even Xia Er admired Frank. He successfully twisted a farming path into something even more repulsive than the Rosicrucian path of the Hanged Man, carving out a natural art of spiritual pollution on the right path... Of course, to be fair, this kid is very talented.

The various flavors of mushrooms he developed, based on their performance in the alternate-time space silver city, are far more robust than sweet potatoes and corn. They do not require sunlight, can withstand the curse of the Forsaken Land, and can proliferate by feeding on the flesh and blood of monsters. Consuming these mushrooms can also reduce the pollution and toxins ingested through food to a certain extent.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Moreover, the milk mushrooms he invented can make a warship produce milk. If developed properly, they might become a super-premium product like "papaya milk," a maternal love artifact that would drive countless noble ladies crazy and would definitely severely squeeze the currently emerging milk powder market.

In conclusion, this is a talent, the kind that's outrageous, perhaps because he's been corrupted by more civilized practices.

This person was born an orphan and believes that his mother is the Earth Mother Goddess. Perhaps he really did receive some divine blessings.

"What's your offer?"

Cattleya took a deep breath. After all, she was about to become a demigod. She felt that as long as she prepared to clean house beforehand, Frank probably wouldn't cause such a large-scale disaster. However, the disaster of self-renewal, iteration, and spread ultimately lacked the blessing of divinity.

"8000 pounds."

When "World" saw Cattleya asking for the price, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"No problem, I'll raise the money within a week."

Caldelia did not haggle; she felt that spending her first mate's money was an effective way to restrain the other party.

Although Frank sometimes rummages through the trash, using those scraps is always safer than preparing his own materials. Even when it comes to terrestrial processes, whether or not spiritual materials are used is an important criterion.

"I have the fruit of the psychedelic bell tree here."

"2000 pounds."

Shael also sold off the extraordinary materials he had to Audrey. Although Klein and Alger were the ones who scouted the way on the primitive island, most of the extraordinary materials they collected ended up in Shael's hands. The two of them actually gave up on continuing to divide the spoils.

"no problem."

Upon hearing this, Audrey readily agreed and returned the "Black Emperor" card.

Chael nodded, but before he could speak, "Mr. World" interrupted him. Although in "Mr. World's" eyes, it was "Angel" who stole his words, as his business with "Lady Hermit" was not yet finished.

"I need to see the 'Mysterious Queen'; I need her help with something."

"Could you help me get in touch with them?"

"World" gets straight to the point: he needs Bernadette's help to buff him so that he can better infiltrate the Gates of Charnis.

"I can give it a try."

After thinking about it, Gadriya didn't refuse, since it was just a matter of passing on a message.

Then it was Chael's turn to sell off some extraordinary materials in a clearance sale, with Klein and Alger occasionally joining in.

As Audrey listened to the presentation of these materials, she felt that she had learned a lot and was also somewhat impressed.

Now our Tarot Club has also grown to this level.

In the beginning, the only transactions were basic knowledge of mysticism and Sequence 9 potion recipes. Now, even Mr. Angel has started to seriously sell some materials, which shows that Mr. Angel also believes that the Tarot Society has the basic financial resources and influence.

In the past, Mr. Angel rarely sold extraordinary materials at Tarot meetings.

At that time, the purchasing power of the Tarot Club was also limited.

It's been less than a year.

Audrey felt a pang of regret. Just a year ago, she knew nothing of balls, champagne, and cakes, living in the comfortable social circles of the Backlund aristocracy—both the court and the estate.

Now, we can already see so many things that will absolutely shock the world.

Looking at the mural "Thanksgiving for the Lord's Blessing, for the Last Meal" materialized by Chael, "Justice" Audrey wondered what her dear father, Earl Hall, would feel upon seeing it, though it was more likely he wouldn't understand it.

"Is this the legend recorded in the Codex of Night, the one about the three gods being born from the spirit of the Creator?"

A kind of distortion...

Audrey made enough connections, but still felt that it was more of a smear campaign.

After all, in her mind, the image of gods was more sublime than that of beasts, a preconceived notion born of her time.

It is very deeply rooted.

Derrick the Sun felt even more complicated. The ancient sun god they once worshipped might not have abandoned them. They hadn't done anything wrong to disappoint or anger the Lord. It was worse; the Lord had fallen, and it wasn't until countless millennia later that they received the protection of another Lord.

"This mural...is quite old."

Have you ever thought about this question?

Why are the historical records about the Fourth Age, including those before it, so vague?

"Logically speaking, since the Church of the True God has been passed down in its entirety, the overall historical context should be clear, right?"

"Even today, scholars from various countries still rely on religious texts preserved by the Church to study those lost histories, don't they?"

Shael smiled as he pondered. As a firsthand witness, he could sense that civilization had regressed in the Fifth Era, or rather, not completely regressed, but at least ideologically, the top echelons retained some of the more advanced aspects.

The former ruling class is still there, and they have absorbed past experiences.

More divided, yet more united; more conservative, yet more...clear.

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