Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"One advantage of supernatural beings is that they can accomplish many things that their owners cannot. In many cases, people are very wary of a human, but not of an insect, a bird, a cat, or a dog. They can perform a series of tasks such as observation, tracking, guarding, and even assassination in place of their owners. Therefore, supernatural beings are still very useful, which is the reason for the existence of animal trainers."

The more Miss Justice listened, the brighter her eyes became, as if inspired by Livre and coming up with a brilliant idea.

She bowed slightly and said gratefully:

"Thank you very much, Miss Lover. Your words have helped me understand a lot. Oh, by the way, the message you entrusted to me before has been spread to a certain extent within the noble circles. I believe we will see results soon."

"Then I'll have to look forward to it."

Livre responded with a smile.

The Hanged Man was taken aback by their conversation: What news? How come I didn't know? Did you two secretly have a gathering behind my back?

In an instant, he felt isolated by the organization and couldn't help but feel nervous.

Miss Justice sat up straight again, looked at Klein sitting at the head of the table, and said with a slight smile:

“Mr. Fool, I have found another page of Emperor Roselle’s diary.”

"Very good, you have paid off all your debts."

Klein's tone was light and cheerful, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

I need to find a way to get Klein and me to share the diary, so I can enjoy the fruits of everyone's labor in the Tarot Club...

Livre pondered inwardly what method she could use to get Klein to divulge all those diaries.

"I'm sorry, there isn't much content on this page of the diary."

Miss Justice spoke earnestly, and then visualized what she had memorized on the parchment.

Klein raised his right hand, causing the parchment to appear directly in his palm, and casually said:

“This does not affect my promise, and the diary you brought last time had both sides.”

As he spoke, Klein lowered his gaze and began to look intently.

A few minutes later, Klein raised his head, causing the diary in his hand to disappear, and said in a deep voice:

"You can communicate now."

Livre spoke first:

"I'm looking for a place called Port Binsi, but I can't find it on any nautical charts. Perhaps any of you here know where it is?"

Livre glanced around, but secretly observed the Hanged Man's reactions. Without a doubt, he was the most knowledgeable about information from the sea.

Sure enough, the Hanged Man pondered for a moment before speaking:

"I've never heard of Binsi Port either. It shouldn't be a large port. I'll try to find out about it through my channels. But I'd like to know what your fee is?"

Livr smiled slightly:

"Whether it's money or something else, my reward will definitely satisfy you."

The Hanged Man nodded slightly, which was taken as an agreement.

After a moment's thought, Livre continued:

"Do any of you know anything about ghosts? I mean those things that should have died but have reappeared in the world. I'm not talking about zombies, but those things that are hard to distinguish with the naked eye and have obvious vitality."

Upon hearing this, Miss Justice sat up straight instantly, a look of fear appearing on her face.

At this moment, Klein, who was sitting at the head of the table, tapped the table and spoke:

"The dead, or evil spirits."

Livre turned to the head of the table with some surprise: Klein actually knows this?

She bowed slightly and said respectfully:

“Mr. Fool, I have seen spirits, but they are easily distinguishable from the living and do not resemble what I have seen. As for evil spirits… I have never seen any. Could you please enlighten me?”

Mr. Fool smiled and turned to look at the Hanged Man, as if to test him.

The Hanged Man straightened his back and slowly said:

"Whether they are undead, evil spirits, or ghosts, they are essentially the remnants of the souls of people or creatures after death. The difference may lie in their strength. Evil spirits are the strongest of all undead, usually formed from the residual spirits of high-ranking powerful beings after death. Their power originates from the spirit world or a special possession, and their range of activity is limited..."

Livre pondered silently, feeling that Asimov on the Marlin was somewhat similar to an evil spirit. He possessed a strong obsession, his movements were restricted, and he appeared on the ship where he had sacrificed himself... However, Asimov shouldn't have been a high-sequence powerhouse in life... This is so hard to guess...

Liviel felt a bit of a headache and decided to stop asking. If Asimov didn't reappear, whether he was an evil spirit, an undead, or a ghost, Liviel didn't want to delve into it.

She nodded slowly, leaned back slightly, and spoke gracefully:

"I'm fine now."

At this moment, the Hanged Man thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the head of the bronze table:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have a question: Is the 'Sanctuary' of the true Creator that the Aurora Society proclaims the same as the legendary 'Forsaken Land'?"

The Forsaken Land? I've never heard of that term before. But why is Mr. Hanged Man so interested in the Aurora Society? Could it be that he's actually a member of the Aurora Society? Hmm... very likely. His self-given codename is the Hanged Man, representing the true creator... I'll try asking him for the recipe for the Sequence 7 Hermit of the Mystic Path next time.

Klein, seated at the head of the table, considered for a few seconds before replying in a calm and even tone:

"This is not something you should know right now."

Actually, you probably don't know it yourself...

Livre smiled secretly to herself. Ever since she learned that Mr. Fool was Klein, she had to suppress her laughter many times during each Tarot gathering.

The upside-down man tensed up and immediately lowered his head, saying:

Please forgive my slight overstepping.

Miss Justice seemed to have intended to ask something, but upon hearing this, she straightened up from her forward lean and abandoned the idea.

In the magnificent temple above the gray fog, quiet and silence suddenly took over.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Livre decided to lighten the mood and asked again:

"Mr. Hanged Man, I am about to embark on a journey at sea. Do you have any advice for me?"

She didn't actually expect the Hanged Man to give her much useful advice, because she had already done very detailed intelligence work before setting sail.

The Hanged Man pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"I think you already know those common intelligence and knowledge, so I won't go into details."

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming serious:

"I'll just say one thing: it's best to stick to the official shipping lanes and avoid small islands or towns, or to put it bluntly, it's best to stay out to sea for the time being."

Livre was taken aback, not expecting the Hanged Man to say such a thing.

"why?"

She asked, somewhat puzzled.

Chapter 158 Klein, you don't want to be...

The Hanged Man did not answer directly, but looked towards justice:

“Miss Justice, I would like to know if the King intends to retaliate against the Fusak Empire this year or before June next year, and start a new war on Sonia Island or the eastern coast of Byron. I will pay you a sufficient reward for the investigation.”

Clearly, the Hanged Man already knew that Miss Justice was a noblewoman from the Kingdom of Rune; this was not difficult to deduce.

Miss Justice, recalling what she had seen and heard in various social settings over the past few days, nodded with some certainty:

"No problem, but it will take enough time to confirm."

“I can wait.”

The Hanged Man smiled and replied, then looked at Livre:

"I think you should already understand."

Livre paused for a moment, then decisively shook her head:

No, I don't understand.

She was somewhat relieved that she wasn't Klein, and didn't have to pretend to know what she didn't.

Upon hearing this, the Hanged Man leaned back in his chair, seemingly pleased with himself for surpassing his lover in knowledge, and leisurely replied:

"As you all should already know, the Kingdom's newest ironclad warship, the 'Priss,' has been launched and even fought a great battle with Nast, the King of the Five Seas. It even forced the powerful King of the Five Seas to retreat when there was only one demigod on board. There are rumors that the King of the Five Seas has reached the level of a Sequence 3 Saint."

"I think you should realize that the kingdom has established its dominant position at sea for some time to come through technological advancements, which will lead to two consequences."

"First, the kingdom may launch a war against the Fusak Empire to reclaim the island of Sunia, which was lost in the Twenty Years' War."

"Secondly, the pirates will have their final spree, and they will engage in unprecedented looting in order to acquire enough wealth before the kingdom's ironclad warships are deployed in large numbers. As far as I know, several pirates at the Seven Generals level are already itching to make their move."

Livre was taken aback, then looked at the Hanged Man with a sense of admiration.

"I must say, you have a very long-term vision and are well-suited to be a politician."

The Hanged Man was not pleased by the praise:

"My first guess needs to be corroborated by Miss Justice's information. As for politicians..."

He gave a disdainful smile:

"Compared to those guys who are not even as good as curly-haired baboons, I would much rather be an archbishop."

Really? I don't believe it...

Livre secretly pondered, feeling that the Hanged Man's personality was not like that of a devout believer, but rather like a cunning and ambitious schemer.

At this moment, Miss Justice, who had been listening nearby, asked curiously:

"Excuse me, what is a demigod? What is a saint? Are they classifications within the extraordinary order?"

Livre began to explain:

"Yes, those who reach Sequence 4 or above will enter the level of demigods and humans. Among them, Sequence 3 and Sequence 4 are called Saints, and those who reach Sequence 2 are called Angels of God..."

She paused here, turning her head slightly to look at Klein, who was sitting at the head of the table. If she continued, it might involve disrespect for the gods.

Although Livre knew that Mr. Fool was only Sequence 8, she had to maintain the respect due to Mr. Fool in the face of the Hanged Man and justice.

Upon hearing this, Miss Justice's mouth dropped open in astonishment:

"Half-god, half-human...can humans really reach this level by taking magical potions?"

"Yes, upon reaching Sequence 4, the Extraordinary's physical body undergoes a transformation, and they also acquire a trace of divinity."

Liviel carefully chose her words, secretly thinking to herself: These so-called gods are just Sequence 0 beings. If they could take the corresponding potion, could ordinary people also become gods...?

However, she dared not easily reveal these thoughts. If the seven major churches found out that she had been 'blasphemous,' she would probably be arrested, tied to a stake, and burned at the stake. But, wouldn't that help her digest the potion?

At this moment, Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the head of the table, gently tapped the table:

"Let's end today's tarot session here."

The three stood together and bowed. Then, Justice and the Hanged Man disappeared from the gray mist first, while Livre was left behind.

She smiled and said in a light tone:

"It seems that the Tarot Club's 'after-meeting meetings' will become a regular occurrence from now on."

Klein abandoned his foolish air and let out a sigh of relief:

“If you’d like, I can change it to a ‘pre-meeting mini-meeting’ so we can discuss things beforehand and confirm what to talk about during the meeting.”

Livre smiled meaningfully:

"That's a good idea. After all, it's not appropriate for Mr. Fool, with his great status, to speak about many trivial matters."

Klein scratched his head somewhat awkwardly:

"That's right, that's pretty much the idea."

Livre stopped teasing him and instead focused her attention on the parchment in his hand:

"Aren't you going to share those diaries with me? Perhaps, based on my knowledge, I can offer some different interpretations."

After a moment's thought, Klein said:

"Indeed, sharing my diary with you would be a better choice, but..."

He revealed a somewhat shrewd expression:

"Shouldn't you offer me something in return? Don't get me wrong, it's not because I'm stingy, but because we should both follow the principle of equal exchange."

"You still make money by running a platform... You get things from scratch, but you resell them at a high price..."

Livre sighed helplessly, then revealed a sly smile: