infodatos Chapter 82 Collecting Diaries
Chapter 82 Collecting Diaries
Chapter 82 Collecting Diaries
Above the gray fog, Klein waited for a long time but did not hear anyone chanting his name.
"Is he dead, or did he find another solution, or does he simply not want that person to have any contact with me?"
He muttered something to himself and once again cast his gaze down on the light of Sirion's prayer. The once clear image turned pitch black, as if shrouded in a dark curtain, and he could not see it clearly even above the gray fog.
"It seems we've found a solution, but I don't know what kind of ability it is, or which being has granted us protection."
He muttered something under his breath, then stopped paying attention and left the space above the gray fog. He had many things to do tonight.
In the room shrouded by a curtain of darkness, Cyril's spirit departed from that extremely high dimension and returned to his body.
He slowly looked up and glanced around. The dark curtain created by the "black curtain" had become thinner after losing his mental support, but it still blocked the full moon's light, keeping the surrounding spirituality and inspiration at a normal level.
The darkness lasted for nearly ten minutes before it completely dissipated, and the dim yellow gas wall lights once again filled the room.
Irving finally escaped the cold, dark void where there was nothing. As if he had come back to life, he lay on his back on the floor, panting heavily.
Looking at Irving, who was panting heavily, Sirius gave him a serious reminder:
"Next time, remember to prepare some potions that can deplete your spirituality and reduce your inspiration. It seems that the full moon language around you will continue to increase over time."
"It's also possible that you were just unlucky and happened to happen to be caught in a particularly severe instance of the full moon's 'eating language' (a phenomenon where language is 'eaten up').
As he spoke, he walked to the window and looked up at the night sky.
Suddenly, a strong wind swept across Backlund, stirring up the smog and thick clouds, obscuring the crimson full moon.
"Maybe I'm just unlucky."
Owen sighed, paused briefly, then looked up at Sir Ryan and asked hesitantly:
"Whose name did you just ask me to recite?"
Having already prepared his words, Sirion spoke with utmost calmness:
"An existence I come into contact with by chance. Don't pay too much attention to it. It won't tempt and devour your soul like in picture books and novels. It won't even pay attention to you."
Irving nodded: "I can tell."
He paused, then sighed with a melancholy expression, "I had been a believer in the 'God of Steam and Machinery' for over twenty years, yet within just one month of becoming an Extraordinary, I've already disregarded that faith."
"In the past, when faced with misfortune, I would have recited the name of the 'God of Steam and Machinery' and prayed for protection, even though it was almost impossible to get a response."
"No wonder the seven major orthodox churches are unwilling to allow the supernatural to become widespread, and are even trying their best to conceal the existence of the supernatural."
Cyril nodded slightly, then changed the subject and asked instead:
"How's your 'Clown' potion-gathering going?"
Irving: "We're still missing one adult Hornacks Grey Goat unicorn crystal, but I have a lead. Next week, um..."
It's already this week, so it should be available for trading this week.
A new day has begun, it's Monday again.
Having gotten up unusually early, Cyril opened the window, took a deep breath into the barely perceptible morning light, and then silently closed the window again.
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He just wanted to breathe in some fresh morning air, but he forgot about the air quality in Backlund and only inhaled a mouthful of smog.
...I can't go to the Mirror World for the time being, and the gathering organized by the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom" will have to wait until the evening. I haven't figured out how to play the role of the "Astrologer" potion yet.
After thinking for a moment, Sirion decided to take a day off for himself.
"Let's be salted fish for half a day, and talk about the rest tonight."
At 3 p.m., the wall clock chimed precisely on the hour.
At the same moment, a gray mist suddenly surged out before Sirion's eyes, and a deep red light burst forth from the gray-white mist, enveloping his spiritual body and quickly escaping from reality.
Cyril's eyes lit up slightly. After advancing to the "Astrologer", he was able to sense Klein pulling people into the space above the gray fog.
He had just calmed down and wanted to carefully experience the process of entering the gray fog from reality when it was all over.
His figure appeared in the magnificent and ancient palace above the gray fog, sitting on the high-backed chair belonging to "Destiny".
Opposite him, the somewhat blurry figure of "Justice" had risen from her chair, lifting her skirt slightly, and greeted "The Fool" in a cheerful tone:
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
After a brief pause, she turned to face the person opposite her, maintaining the same smile as before, and greeted them:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon, Mr. Sun, good afternoon, Mr. Fate!"
Cyril glanced at Miss Justice who greeted him, then nodded slightly and returned the greeting.
He could clearly see that Miss Justice's spirituality was much stronger than it had been during the last tarot gathering, and it was extremely restrained, with no outward manifestation of it.
This indicates that Miss Justice completed her promotion last week and has adapted well.
After exchanging greetings, Miss Justice, true to her codename, reminded Alger, the Hanged Man, with a strong sense of justice:
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' it's time for you to submit your six-page diary entry for this week."
Alger, the "Hanged Man," nodded slightly. This was something he was going to bring up anyway. Then, with the help of Mr. Fool, he materialized the six pages of the diary.
While Mr. Fool was reading his diary, Cyril raised his hand and lowered his voice, saying:
"Gentlemen, could you sell me some of the Roselle Diaries you've collected? Hmm, the original manuscripts would be best, as they're one of the potion ingredients I need to advance to the next sequence."
"Potion...ingredients?"
Originally intending to remind Sirion that it was Mr. Fool's reading time and that he shouldn't speak carelessly, "Justice" Audrey hesitated for a moment, and then the reminder that was on the tip of her tongue turned into a question.
"Can diaries be used as potion ingredients? Or is there something special about Emperor Roselle's diary?"
Alger the Hanged Man and Derrick the Sun, standing to the side, tilted their heads slightly, and even the Fool, who was reading his diary at the head of the table, paused almost imperceptibly; they were also curious about the question.
Cyril nodded slightly and explained without hiding anything:
"It is only used as part of the supplementary material, and it requires diaries that are older than a certain number of years. It does not specify whose diary it is."
"My use of Emperor Roselle's diary as supplementary material is purely out of personal interest."
"I see. But I never imagined that an ordinary diary could be used as an ingredient in a potion. That sounds quite peculiar."
"Justice," Audrey nodded with emotion, then added:
"Since only diaries older than a certain period are required, wouldn't a copy of Russell's diary from a long time ago also meet the requirements, or does it have to be a diary written by the person in question?"
"I still have all the Roselle diaries I collected before, and I can give them to you directly. Didn't you say last week that you would tell us the third extraordinary characteristic law for free? This can be considered mutual help among members of our Tarot Club."
"However, I cannot determine the age of those diaries or whether they are original manuscripts."
Hearing that Miss Justice was reminding him of the third extraordinary trait law he had promised last week, Cyril smiled and nodded:
"Once the gathering officially begins, I will have a way to determine the age and authenticity of the diaries, which only requires a simple divination."
"Take this..." Audrey's eyes lit up, but remembering that it was Mr. Fool's reading time, she restrained the urge to ask more questions; their conversation had already gone on long enough.
After their conversation ended, Alger, the "Hanged Man" who had been quietly listening, spoke up:
"I can also give you the parts of Russell's diary that I've collected, but only the parts that have already been submitted to Mr. 'Fool'."
You will need to determine for yourself whether it is compatible or not.
Cyril smiled and replied, "No problem, thank you for your generosity."
At this moment, "The Fool" Klein, who was reading Russell's diary, suddenly put down the diary, tapped the table lightly, and said leisurely:
"You may begin."
Cyril blinked, turning his head to look at the "Fool" at the head of the table. He reasonably suspected that the man had been eavesdropping the whole time.
Oh no, it's about openly listening to their conversation and waiting to share in the third law of extraordinary characteristics.