Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

After a period of silence, Lynn asked Alger a purely intellectual question, clearly having imagined a lot of things.

Considering that the path he chose, codenamed White Tower, corresponds to the Reader's Path, which is the path governed by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and combined with his own feat of "open source," Lynn quickly guessed what Alger was thinking.

Of course, with Alger's current knowledge, he couldn't possibly know the correspondence between Tarot cards and the Extraordinary Path, but the act of sharing knowledge alone is enough to make people so suspicious.

Lynn had no intention of explaining these "misunderstandings" in particular, and he did feel that a way of being a know-it-all was a good way to disguise himself. After all, in this treacherous and mysterious world, genuine kindness was too rare and would only arouse suspicion. Disguising himself would actually help others better.

Lynn turned to the Hanged Man and asked leading questions: "Assassin pathway, or rather, witch pathway, Sequence 9 Assassin, Sequence 8 Instigator, Sequence 7 Witch, Sequence 6 Pleasure Witch, Sequence 5 Pain Witch. Can you notice the peculiarity of the names after Sequence 7?"

"For example, comparing the Sailor pathway, Sequence Nine is the Sailor, Sequence Eight is the Wrathful People, Sequence Seven is the Navigator, Sequence Six is ​​the Wind-Clad One, and Sequence Five is the Ocean Singer."

Did he realize I was a sailor because of the sailor's route?

No, it would be strange if someone like that couldn't tell I was a sailor. Alger was taken aback, but quickly calmed down.

Mr. White Tower pointed out my path, which was a warning that he knew what I was thinking. It was a way of telling me not to do anything underhanded.

Fortunately, the White Tower was very merciful and only gave him a light tap. With that thought in mind, Alger immediately put away all his probing thoughts, completely abandoned all his little schemes, and decided to devote himself to the Tarot Club.

Because of the brainstorming session, Alger couldn't answer immediately; instead, it was "righteous" Audrey who provided the response, just like a student in class:

"It seems like the Assassin's Path sequence names are somewhat restrictive to certain groups? Sailors and navigators seem like anyone can become one, but witches and sorceresses, are they limited to women?"

Then, quite naturally, she asked, "What happens when a man drinks the potion called the witch's potion?"

"You guessed right," Lynn replied with a smile, "You'll turn into a woman."

"To become a woman..." Audrey casually agreed, then suddenly realized, "To become a woman?"

Even the well-informed Alger couldn't help but repeat, "Turn into a woman?"

He quickly recalled the various rumors about the witch cult at sea, and then found that these rumors suddenly made sense.

At the same time, he became even more convinced of the White Tower's identity. Mr. White Tower really resembled a teacher, and his way of popularizing knowledge was quite guiding, which was very similar to the style of the members of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom he had met.

Klein, who was sitting at the head of the table, was already numb. After crossing over into this world, the first thing he saw was the bizarre words, "Everyone will die, including me." He had finally obtained a way to understand the extraordinary world, only to find that the way to this world had such a side effect.

He had considered all sorts of terrifying side effects, but he never imagined it would be this "terrifying".

Fortunately, thanks to his 21st-century internet surfing experience, Klein quickly accepted this, and then he couldn't help but think:

As an Assassin's Creed player, if he were really tricked into the Witch's Path by the name "Assassin," he would be doomed. He didn't want to lose his little Klein at all!

Moreover, if the Witch Path has such a side effect, what about the other paths? Are there other pitfalls?

Klein, newly arrived in the extraordinary world, witnessed great terror.

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"Thank you for your answer," Alger replied respectfully.

"Thank you for your answer," Audrey quickly followed, politely thanking her, and then sincerely said,

"Thank you so much for explaining the knowledge and the recipe. I don't know how to thank you enough."

"I can use gold pounds... Ah, I'm so sorry, so very sorry."

After saying the gold pound, Audrey immediately wanted to slap herself twice.

She immediately berated herself: Audrey, Audrey, how could you be so foolish? How could a powerful figure like Mr. White Tower possibly need something as mundane as gold pounds?

Using such mundane things as a form of repayment is an insult to Mr. White Tower's great kindness; it's utterly foolish.

"Can."

"Huh?" Audrey said in confusion.

Lynn did need the pounds; he remembered he owed a drink at the Dragon's Bar, and skipping out on the bill wasn't his style. Besides, he had no baggage and no need to maintain a high-class image, so he naturally agreed.

He thought for a moment, then casually held up one finger: "One gold pound will suffice. I'll come and collect it when I need it."

"No problem!" Audrey immediately agreed, while secretly thinking: It's so little. This is just a symbolic donation to save face for me. As expected of Mr. White Tower, he is really kind.

Gold Pounds!

Mr. Fool became excited.

Unlike Audrey, the daughter of the incredibly wealthy Hall family, Klein's family was quite poor. His brother Benson, the family's breadwinner, earned only one pound and ten sous a week, while many ordinary factory workers earned less than one pound a week.

Mr. Fool was lost in thought when the Hanged Man joined the conversation:

"Sir, how can I possibly repay your knowledge?"

Alger could tell at a glance that the pound was just a symbolic gesture. He dared not say that he would give a pound as well. He could accept a gesture of goodwill, but to insist that goodwill and tolerance be the norm would be quite offensive.

These are basic principles of interpersonal relationships.

Lynn glanced at Alger, then realized he happened to have something Alger could help him with:

"It's very simple. Help me collect all the legends, myths, and strange tales about the sea. Whether they're true or false, as long as they've been passed down, I want them. And, in as much detail as possible, compile the cause, process, and outcome of the story, as well as all the different versions that have been passed down."

"Especially those related to ghost ships, if they mention 'Lost Home' or 'Lost People,' they need to be recorded and relayed in detail."

Lynn had always had a question: was his time travel a unique event?

He has traveled to a mysterious world. Could there be even more things coming his way?

In any case, he had to prepare in advance, so he entrusted Alger to gather information at sea.

The legend of collecting ghost ships?

That's it?

Alger was stunned. He had thought it would be some kind of intelligence gathering mission, or a mission to explore some dangerous ruins and collect legends? This was far too easy.

It was so simple that it felt somewhat unreal to him.

Alger couldn't immediately grasp the true meaning of the mission.

In his view, most of the legends and tales circulating among sailors and pirates were nonsense, things people made up to pass the time in their monotonous lives at sea.

For example, he could tell more than a dozen versions of stories such as ghost ships in the mist, siren sea monsters that can bewitch people, and ancient gods sleeping in the deep sea.

Is it a waste of talent to have an extraordinary person do this kind of work, like a storyteller or historian?

But the thought only lingered in his mind for a second before he immediately dismissed it.

Alger Wilson's mind raced as he tried to grasp the deeper meaning behind the task.

For a mysterious being who possesses so much knowledge and shares it so freely, what value do these stories passed down among sailors and adventurers hold?

Is it to seek some forgotten historical truth through these ancient legends? Or to track down some hidden, extraordinary object?

And what is the "Lost Home" he mentioned?

He couldn't understand it, and the more he thought about it, the more unfathomable this Mr. White Tower seemed.

A simple task can better highlight the huge gap in understanding between the two sides than a dangerous one.

After all, how could one possibly fathom the thoughts of such an important person?

This task may seem simple, but it must be hiding a deeper meaning that I cannot understand.

Perhaps these legends hold clues to some ancient secret?

In any case, this is a test in itself, and the process of completing the task is also a test of one's loyalty and competence.

He immediately composed himself and respectfully replied, "Yes, sir. I will compile the most detailed information for you as soon as possible. Do you have any time requirements?"

"No rush," Lynn waved his hand. "This is a long-term deal."

"I can offer some compensation first, such as ghost shark blood or other extraordinary materials, or even extraordinary knowledge."

"Absolutely not, the knowledge you've shared is already invaluable enough," Alger repeatedly declined.

It's amazing! I'm not surprised at all that the White Tower knew what I wanted to change. Alger already felt numb.

"Sequence Nine Assassin, Main Ingredients: Roots of Shadow Poison Flower, Black Feathers of Serpent Bird; Auxiliary Ingredients: 100 ml of concentrated vinegar, three petals of Shadow Poison Flower, 10 drops of buttercup essential oil, one live spider."

"Sequence 8 Instigator, Main ingredients: Heart of the Demon Throat Honeybee, Poison sac of the 'Dark Lurker'; Auxiliary ingredients: Syringe of the Demon Throat Honeybee, Blue Datura sap, Water Fern powder, Walnut and Pure Water."

"Sequence Seven Witch, Main Ingredients: All the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish, Egg of the Agate Peacock; Auxiliary Ingredients: 80 ml of pure water, 5 drops of golden datura juice, 3 scales of the Shadow Lizard, 10 drops of daffodil juice."

Lynn casually recited the recipes for the first three sequences of the Assassin's Path, adding, "Considering the recent activity of the Witch's Church at sea, knowing a little about the relevant materials will be helpful to you."

Three recipes in a row!

And they all came from the same source!

Alger immediately used his memory to memorize the recipes as much as possible.

"Furthermore, a transaction needs a witness. If the Fool is the witness, you should feel reassured enough."

As he said this, Lynn turned his gaze to Klein, who was seated at the head of the table, and stood up to ask:

"Your Excellency, you possess immense power, having brought us here. We dare not disobey your testimony. May we ask that you bear witness to our transaction?"

Audrey also stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, bent her knees, and bowed to Zhou Mingrui. Alger also stood up, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed.

"It's nothing," Klein replied quickly, his mind racing, in a manner befitting his position. "You may continue."

Audrey thought that since Mr. Fool had agreed to witness the transaction, it meant there would be another similar "gathering" in the future. She suddenly turned her head, her eyes shining as she looked at Klein, and suggested with great interest:

"Mr. Fool, would you mind trying this a few more times?"

After listening calmly, Alger was also moved and quickly echoed:

"Mr. Fool, may I join the long-term gathering? Although your power surpasses our imagination, there are always areas in the world that you do not understand or are not good at. Mr. White Tower, who is learned, and the lady opposite you is clearly of noble birth. I also have my own unique experience, knowledge, channels and resources. Perhaps she and I can help you with some trivial things that are inconvenient for you to do on your own at some point in the future."

In his view, since he had been pulled into this place without any warning or resistance, it meant that the initiative was in the hands of the mysterious Mr. Fool. He could not refuse or stop participating in the "gathering" just because he wanted to. Therefore, he might as well explore the benefits of this encounter more deeply and make up for his passivity and disadvantages with the gains.

He deliberately avoided mentioning the mysterious White Tower in detail, because the White Tower seemed to be an old acquaintance of the Fool, but bringing Gray Fog into the meeting seemed to be an "experiment," otherwise he wouldn't have asked if there was a place for him.

Although he had already received the code name of the Hanged Man, Mr. Fool could not be confident until he said he agreed to join. This was also his experience working in the church: only information that is written down can be true!

Audrey nodded without hesitation:

"Mr. Fool, I think this is a very good suggestion. As long as the 'gathering' becomes regular, there are some things that you are not able to do in person, you can simply hand them over to us, of course, within our capabilities."

"Mr. Fool, regular gatherings are indeed a good thing," Lynn chimed in.

Since the beginning, Klein has been weighing the pros and cons. More "gatherings" would indeed allow him to gain more extraordinary secrets and occult knowledge, which would help him travel back in the future. Similarly, it would also provide him with information and some assistance for his current life.

However, the more "gatherings" one attends, the easier it is to expose one's true nature!

Sure enough, no matter which world you're in, there's no such thing as a world without its advantages... Klein stretched out his right hand again and tapped the edge of the long table lightly with his fingers.

Considering that the gathering and disbandment of the "gathering" were both under his control, and that any problems that might arise would be within a manageable range, the advantages clearly outweighed the disadvantages, Klein quickly made a decision.

He stopped tapping and smiled as he met the three pairs of eyes:

"I am someone who likes equivalent exchange."

"I won't let you help me unconditionally."

"Every Monday at 3 PM, try to be alone. After I try a few more times and figure things out, maybe you'll be able to ask for leave in advance and won't have to worry about being in inappropriate situations."

This was considered an acceptance of the three people's proposal.

Thus, the Tarot Club was officially established!

At this moment, Klein's headache worsened, and he felt the invisible connection between himself and the crimson star and the gray mist begin to waver.

"Alright, let's call it a day." He made the decision immediately, speaking in a low voice.

"As you wish." Alger bowed.

"As you wish." Audrey mimicked the "Hanged Man."

Lynn repeated it as well.

As Klein disconnected the connection, he chuckled and said:

Let's look forward to the next gathering!

In less than a second, the "projection" shattered, and silence returned above the gray fog.

(Author's note: In the original story, Alger traded the audience's recipe for Ghost Shark's blood. However, according to the recipe published by Squid on WeChat, Ghost Shark's blood is not included in the recipe for the Sailor Path Sequence Seven. This suggests that Alger simply chose a supernatural material, thus avoiding revealing his own path. Therefore, even if Ghost Shark's blood wasn't traded here, it's reasonable to infer that Alger could have used money or recipe knowledge to trade for the necessary materials to advance to Sequence Seven.)