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"Your words make me ashamed."
Hanged Man Alger paused for two seconds, pressed his hand to his chest, and leaned forward slightly as he spoke.
"Hmm. Miss Justice's words make everyone ashamed, but Klein himself probably didn't think about these things, right? It's better to remain silent. At this moment, silence is golden!"
Leyton, leaning back lazily in the high-backed chair, thought with some complexity.
Audrey pursed her lips slightly, deliberating her tone, and said:
"Desire Apostle, using a special setting, ignited the intense emotions and desires within Duke Negan to complete the assassination, and at the cost of severe injury, successfully infiltrated the sewers.
"By the time the Nighthawks caught up, he was already dead. On the scene, there was also the rogue Black Emperor, and an indistinct man whose identity could not be confirmed."
Speaking of this, Audrey looked at Leyton, who had just mentioned having the Desire Apostle's characteristic, with a gaze full of suspicion. Her voice paused slightly before she continued:
"Their goal was not to silence, but the organization that commissioned the Desire Apostle."
"That organization?" Hanged Man Alger muttered in confusion, while turning to look at Mr. Fool at the head of the bronze long table.
Klein, enveloped in gray fog, silently praised Miss Justice, then, with a casual posture, offered a reminder:
"In the outside world, do not mention the name of that organization in any form, and try to think about it as little as possible."
"Why?" Audrey blurted out, slightly puzzled.
Klein leaned back in his chair and said in a calm tone:
"What is spoken, shall be known!"
"He's showing off…" Leyton silently grumbled in his heart.
"What is spoken, shall be known." Justice Audrey subconsciously looked at Mr. Fool, only feeling that his indistinct eyes seemed to be emphasizing something.
"What an extremely secret and dignified organization! To some extent, it's even more terrifying than the Seven Gods' Churches… Even with such a hidden organization, Mr. Fool, we, the Tarot Club, are also pursuing their traces…"
Audrey's thoughts gradually diverged in her mind. She felt that she suddenly understood many things and immediately straightened her back, making her posture more upright as she said:
"I will obey your command."
"What is spoken, shall be known." A Hidden organization whose name cannot even be mentioned? Hanged Man Alger, who also had various speculations in his heart, nodded almost imperceptibly, feeling both shocked and excited.
He really wanted to ask Mr. Fool related questions right now, but thinking that he hadn't collected any Roselle diary recently, he had to temporarily suppress the excitement in his heart.
Magician Fors seemed a bit bewildered; this matter seemed completely different from what she had learned from the newspapers.
She subconsciously looked at Leyton, the only person she knew was Tower. He should know something, and perhaps the indistinct man Miss Justice mentioned was him. Hmm… After the Tarot Club ends, I'll find a chance to ask him.
The Sun Derrick, sitting next to Leyton, was completely unaware of these matters and didn't care much about them.
He sat quietly, reserved and silent, forming a stark contrast with Leyton, who was relaxed and lounging beside him.
After the others finished their exchange, and after waiting a few more seconds, seeing that no one spoke, The Sun Derrick adjusted his sitting posture and said:
"I've been assigned an exploration mission."
"Explore where? Still that half-ruined temple?" Hanged Man Alger asked, somewhat guessing.
"Yes, still that half-destroyed True Creator temple. This exploration team is personally led by the Chief."
Derrick replied, his voice not particularly solemn.
"This should be your Chief's assessment of you, and at the same time, he wants to use our Tarot Club, and Mr. Fool's power, to complete this exploration."
"For this exploration mission, you just need to perform normally. Remember to ask for help when you encounter difficulties or dangers. This is also the main reason why your Chief wants to bring you along."
Hanged Man Alger deliberately added "our Tarot Club" in his words.
"Mr. Hanged Man is truly experienced…" The Sun Derrick praised him in his heart, then asked:
"What else do I need to pay attention to?"
Mr. Fool, sitting at the head of the bronze long table, who had been quietly observing, spoke:
"Flesh, whispers."
Klein acted with the demeanor of a great figure, leaving the rest for Mr. Hanged Man, the elder of the Tarot Club, to interpret.
After thinking seriously for a few seconds, Hanged Man said to The Sun:
"Specifically, it means: don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, don't eat what you shouldn't eat, and don't touch what you shouldn't touch."
"What things fall into that category?" The Sun Derrick asked, not quite understanding.
"Everything in the temple after you enter it!"
"Then how do I explore?" Derrick was even more puzzled.
Hanged Man chuckled, as if he had expected this:
"Aren't there other team members? Isn't there your Chief?"
"Quite Mr. Hanged Man's style. An honest child like The Sun really shouldn't be led by him!"
Leyton muttered to himself, then turned to the silent The Sun Derrick and said:
"Just follow your Chief's instructions. He has enough experience and will be responsible for every member of your exploration team."
"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Tower, and thank you, Mr. Hanged Man."
The Sun Derrick felt much more relaxed and sincerely thanked Leyton and Hanged Man Alger separately.
Hanged Man Alger sighed helplessly to himself. With The Sun's personality, this was probably the best he could do.
He exhaled and turned to Justice Audrey opposite him, saying:
"Miss Justice, I would like to know about the political changes in Backlund after Duke Negan's death."
Audrey recalled the news she had heard recently, either directly or indirectly, and briefly organized her words, saying:
"Duke Negan's death has caused a division in the Upper House. Although his eldest son inherited the title, his own prestige is insufficient to quell the disputes."
"Nearly ten Upper House members have jointly proposed that newly ennobled nobles also have the opportunity to obtain fixed seats."
After listening to Audrey's account, Hanged Man Alger chuckled softly:
"Aren't those families with a certain history of nobility the ones who most despise those who obtain their titles through abnormal means? A fixed seat in the Upper House is their greatest pride."
Ignoring the unintentional mockery in Hanged Man's words, Justice Audrey calmly explained:
"When you have tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of pounds, or even more in debt, you will make the same choice."
"After all, not every noble is a big banker, and not every heir to a noble title has outstanding ability."
"Many nobles' daily expenses are not proportionate to their earning ability."
Leyton leaned back in his chair and said leisurely.
"What's more, in the current situation, Adam has been planning for a thousand years."
Audrey showed a helpless smile. She knew all too well what lengths nobles would go to maintain their so-called dignity.
After a slight pause, she continued:
"The disputes in the Upper House have shelved many bills, including but not limited to raising workers' wages, improving working hours, and revising the Poor Law. However, the unified examination for government employees is still steadily progressing, and the investigation into Backlund's air pollution is also continuing to deepen."
"In the short term, there will be no war…" Hanged Man murmured.
"War? If nothing unexpected happens, the arrival of war won't be long now."
Leyton sighed, but he did not lower his voice.
"Why?" Hanged Man looked at Leyton with some confusion. The other members of the Tarot Club also looked over curiously, including The Sun, who was not very concerned about outside matters.
He had only read descriptions of war in textbooks and only knew that it was a grand spectacle where many people would participate and die, a very cruel thing.
"This is the tide of the era, something tacitly allowed and promoted by the Seven Gods, and also preparation for what comes after…"
Leyton spoke a passage in a contemplative tone, then fell silent, offering no further explanation.
"The tide of the era? The tacit approval and advancement of the Seven Gods? How is this possible?!" Hanged Man Alger subconsciously looked at the head of the bronze long table, at Mr. Fool enveloped in gray fog.
Under the shroud of gray fog, he could not clearly see Mr. Fool's expression or demeanor, but the other party's attitude, neither affirming nor denying, already explained many issues.
"Will there really be a war in the near future? What will cause the war to break out? And what attitudes do the Seven Gods hold respectively?"
Question after question emerged in Alger's mind. "I also need to make some preparations. At the very least, when war truly comes, I can still have a retreat."
"War? Is this the result that the organization behind Desire Apostle wants? Is this their true purpose in assassinating Duke Negan? But it's still far from the point where war would break out. Will that organization take further action later?"
Audrey also looked at Mr. Fool at the head of the bronze long table. Seeing that indistinct figure that seemed eternally unchanging, Audrey felt much more at ease.
Even if that organization takes further action later, we, the Tarot Club, and Mr. Fool, will definitely be able to stop them.
"War? You must be joking!"
Magician Fors felt confused. She thought that although there were many bad things in society now, it was still far from reaching the point of war.
The scene was silent for a period. Klein, worried that staying too long in the washroom would arouse suspicion, announced the end of this Tarot Club meeting.
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