Mystery: The Traveler Who Holds the Star Key

After calming down, the tarot reading continued.

"Who is willing to take on this task?"

The Fool's calm voice rang out again.

At the end of the long table, "The Sun" Derrick blinked blankly.

As a resident of Silver City struggling to survive in the darkness, he couldn't understand a word they were saying.

Republic of Intis? Ambassador?

Is this the name of some kind of high-level monster?

It seems that this word doesn't exist in the language of giants at all...

He wisely chose to remain silent and continue to be a quiet listener.

Audrey hesitated.

Although she has money and connections.

But this involves a country's ambassador, and a slight misstep could lead to a diplomatic disaster.

At this point, Alger, the "Hanged Man," spoke first, offering a rational analysis of the international situation and the current state of the ambassador.

Audrey also shared her observations from her time in aristocratic circles, offering a few words of advice regarding the relationship between the two countries.

After a back-and-forth exchange, the two quickly clarified the pros and cons.

Orion remained silent throughout.

He was thinking.

As a "master of magic," he knew his own limitations very well.

If we don't "flip the table" and use those extremely dangerous, future-oriented cards...

Going to deliberately cause trouble for a Sequence 6 "Conspirator" who is surrounded by numerous extraordinary bodyguards is simply courting death.

Moreover, a head-on confrontation is not the style of a magician.

He was looking for an opportunity, or rather...

A more ingenious solution.

Finally, Audrey seemed to have made up her mind.

She spoke somewhat hesitantly:

"Mr. Fool, I'm willing to give it a try, but I can't guarantee I'll succeed."

Actually, she was secretly calculating everything:

Although I can't do it myself, I can have Hugh and Fors ask Mr. A from the Aurora Club to do it!

That kind of madman would definitely take the job!

Klein himself didn't expect this delicate young lady to kill people with her own hands; he valued her resources more.

"What kind of reward do you want?"

"The 'psychiatrist' formula, and the corresponding extraordinary ingredients," Audrey replied quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Alger, the "Hanged Man," also said in a deep voice:

"I'll also take on this task. Again, success is not guaranteed."

Audrey looked at him with some surprise:

"Mr. Hanged Man, weren't you at sea? Have you already returned to Backlund?"

"Just because I'm at sea doesn't mean I can't influence the land."

Alger simply smiled faintly, revealing the unmistakable confidence of a seasoned sailor.

A brief silence fell over the long table once again.

The "sun" is still out of the loop.

Klein was preparing to deliver his closing remarks.

However, at that moment...

Orion, who had been silent all along, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

and many more.

Is it absolutely necessary to "carry out an assassination"?

What if we don't confront them head-on, but instead use a grand magic trick to steal their thunder?

If I could deceive all the viewers through my scheme—

This led Mr. A to believe that he was the one who killed him.

This led Audrey to believe that her employer had killed him.

The authorities thought it was internal strife—

In reality, I was the one who completed the final harvest...

This level of "deception" and "teasing"...

This "grand performance" was calculated by everyone...

Such an ingenious trick... isn't this the perfect opportunity to digest the [Master of Tricks] potion?

This might even be the most important "role-playing" performance before advancing to Sequence 7!

Once he understood this, the hesitation in Orion's eyes vanished instantly.

A smile, a mixture of madness and absolute rationality, crept onto his lips, a smile that suggested he had already foreseen the outcome.

then.

Just a second before everyone was about to end the conversation.

A slender hand slowly rose.

"Mr. Fool."

Orion met the gazes of Klein, Audrey, Alger, and a bewildered Derrick, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable certainty:

"I've accepted this commission as well."

Four pairs of eyes simultaneously focused on him.

Doubt, shock, vigilance, bewilderment.

The "tower" at the eye of the storm simply adjusted its cuffs gracefully.

It was as if he had not accepted a death mission to assassinate an envoy from a great power.

Instead, it was written in advance for this absurd circus...

The final script.

……

The Fool's calm yet dignified entrustment set the dramatic tone for this gathering.

The ensuing free discussion was rather uneventful.

"Justice" Audrey looked expectantly at the head of the bronze table.

I hope to hear from that supreme being, to share some new common sense.

Unfortunately, the "Fool" did not speak after reading the diary.

Slightly disappointed, Audrey quickly adjusted her mindset and turned to look at the end of the long table:

"Mr. Sun, I wish to obtain specific information regarding dragon worship. What do you require in exchange?"

"I need the potion recipe for the 'Singer' pathway, Sequence 8, and the 'Lightbringer' pathway."

Derrick answered without hesitation.

Although he also wanted to understand that so-called "world" through "justice" and "the Hanged Man".

However, he had completely digested the "Singer's Potion," and advancing to the next level was now his primary task for surviving in Silver City.

"I can advance you this payment."

Klein, shrouded in gray fog, spoke, his tone calm:

"Consider this payment from Miss Justice."

Ollie watched this scene quietly, tapping his finger lightly on the table, without saying a word.

Although he had the entire formula for the "Sun" pathway in his mind.

But he has no intention of turning himself into a cheap potion vending machine.

In Tarot readings, sometimes knowing everything is more frightening than knowing nothing.

Excessive omniscience will only cause what was originally a solid foundation of trust to crumble into suspicion.

Besides, he can't keep taking advantage of "justice" like a fat sheep.

True veteran fishermen understand the importance of the "fishing moratorium".

In the following minutes.

Audrey and Derrick quickly completed an equivalent exchange of intelligence and formula.

"Well then, that concludes today's gathering."

Accompanied by the "Fool's" act of severing spirituality.

The crimson light once again engulfed the magnificent dwelling of the giant.

……

Backlund, hotel room.

Orion opened his eyes; the sky outside the window was already getting dark.

He didn't get up immediately, but remained lying in bed, his brain starting to work at a rapid pace.

According to the original trajectory of fate:

Audrey would pay a huge sum of £10000.

Through Hugh and Fors's channels, the task was entrusted to Mr. Crazy A of the Aurora Club.

Although Mr. A is insane, he has an excellent reputation. He will kill Ambassador Beckeron cleanly and efficiently, take the money, and leave.

"It's too bland."

Orion sat up, walked to his desk, and drew several key circles on a piece of paper.

If nothing is done, the plot will indeed continue as before.

But this is not in the interest of the "Tower".

He not only had to set up a meticulous plan.

Go and play tricks on everyone in the game, thereby consuming a large amount of the [Master of Tricks]'s potion.

He also wants to extract enough profit from this upcoming bloody feast.

"Ten thousand pounds... how can we let it end up in the pocket of that madman from the Aurora Club?"

The memory of being chased into the sewers by the Aurora Society's mad dogs and fleeing in a sorry state at the beginning of the journey is still fresh in my mind.

A chilling glint flashed in Orion's eyes.

He drew a sharp cross on "10000 pounds" with his pen.

And that ambassador, Beckeron.

As a Sequence 6 "Conspirator," his extraordinary traits are highly sought-after on the black market, with prices far exceeding supply.

"So, the goal is clear: intercept the bounty, harvest the traits, and consume the potion."

But the problem is—

Both sides in this game are true monsters.

The defending party is the Intis Embassy.

Not only was there an official elite military officer corps.

And even more revered is the fearsome "Master Luo"—

Sequence 5, "Master of the Puppet" Rosago.

The attacking side consists of the Aurora Society madmen who will be heavily employed by "Miss Justice"—

Mr. A, also a Sequence 5, is known as the "Shepherd," the strongest below the demigods.

According to the original script:

The suspicious ambassador will send out the strongest Rosago to hunt down the great detective.

This has led to a lack of personnel inside the embassy.

Facing the raging shepherd, Mr. A.

Without Master Luo's protection, the ambassador would be completely powerless to fight back and would be instantly slaughtered.

"If left unattended, Mr. A will easily complete the task, take the money, and leave."

"And I can't even get a sip of soup."

Orion looked at the two names on the paper that represented death.

The pen tip heavily circled the name "Rosago".

Then it was forcibly linked to "Mr. A".

Neither of them is someone Orian can currently provoke.

"Precisely because we can't defeat them, we must make them...fight each other."

Instead of fear, a cluster of almost insane, ghostly blue flames ignited in Orion's eyes.

Ordinary hunters only dare to hunt rabbits.

But the real "master of magic".

Daring to gracefully snatch the freshest spoils amidst the tearing and biting of two behemoths!

"We must create a dead end."

"A stage for the ultimate showdown that drove the 'shepherd' mad and forced the 'Master Luo' to fight desperately."

Only when these two apex predators are locked in a bloody battle and have revealed all their secrets will they finally succeed.

This was the perfect moment for this magician to take his final bow on stage...