Upon hearing Mr. Hanged Manâs question, Derrick replied in shame, âNo. Iâve been constantly assigned to patrol missions recently, and I didnât have the time to investigate.â
Alger wasnât too surprised, but he was puzzled over one thing.
âWhy donât you get the help of a few friends?
âYou donât have to tell them your true motives. Split the task into very minor missions that wouldnât garner much attention. Let them search for information in different areas. This way, even if anything gets exposed, it wouldnât implicate them in a fatal way.â
Derrick fell silent for a few seconds before saying, âI do not have friends.â
Before his parents died, he had a certain number of friends from general education classes and those at the combat training field. After all, there werenât many people that are roughly the same age in the City of Silver. They often got to meet each other, and they would even become teammates. However, after his parents death, Derrick had become introverted for a very long period of time. Burdened by the secret of the Tarot Club, he unknowingly distanced himself from his friends and stopped interacting with them. The last time someone visited him at home was Darc Regence who had been corrupted by the True Creator.
Alger choked on The Sunâs reply. After taking a breath, he reorganized his words.
âThatâs not a good thing.
âYou wonât be able to rescue the City of Silver just by relying on yourself. You have to unite a group of people, friends who can provide you with help during critical moments.â
âBut, this will make them be suspectedâŚâ The Sun said hesitantly.
Alger immediately said sternly, âBeing suspected is better than being dead.
âThe City of Silver is now at a dangerous crossroad. You have to carefully consider what needs to be done.
âItâs impossible for there to be no sacrifices in such matters. There will even be a large number of sacrifices. Do you wish for their sacrifices to be worthless, or to be of value?â
He didnât provide any further persuading words as he allowed Derrick to inwardly struggle over what he had just said.
Mr. Hanged Man is always able to find a reason to convince someone⌠Klein sighed and made The World Gehrman Sparrow turn his head to look at Justice Audrey.
âAre you currently able to treat relatively serious mental illnesses?â
His only understanding of a Psychiatrist was Frenzy and Dragon Might. He knew little about the rest, having only heard Miss Justice occasionally mention Placate and Psychological Cue. Therefore, he wasnât sure how capable she was at treating mental illnesses.
Audreyâs attention was caught as she eagerly replied, âYes I can. Thereâs no problem.
âMr. World, do you have a friend that requires treatment?â
I happen to lack patients! she thought in excitement.
At this moment, Emlyn raised his right hand and held it to his mouth and nose, as though he already knew the answer.
Klein silently sighed and made The World said with a low chuckle.
âNo, Iâm the one who needs treatment.â
The entire magnificent palace suddenly turned extremely silent.
Alger, Cattleya, and Fors all knew that Mr. World was a crazy adventurer, but they never expected him to have a relatively serious mental illness that brought him to the brink of complete insanity!
This is the price for strength? Fors trembled as she felt increasingly afraid of Gehrman Sparrow.
Communication and reasoning were still possible with a crazy adventurer, but it was impossible with a lunatic!
The Mental Terror Candle wasnât able to fully treat his mental illness? It has already reached such a severe state? Emlyn, who had expected this, felt that The World could go mad at any moment.
Derrick didnât think too much about it, solely feeling concerned for Mr. World. He had wanted to say that the City of Silver had a Psyche Analyst that could provide treatment, but realized that it would expose too many problems. All he could do was shut his mouth as he looked at Miss Justice with an expectant look.
Audrey was alarmed, lost, and puzzled. She said with some deliberation, âMr. World, based on my observation, you shouldnât have any relatively serious mental illnesses.
âIf itâs just anxiety and immense pressure, you can condition yourself and properly relax yourself to recover. Thereâs no need for direct treatment.â
The World Gehrman Sparrow chuckled and said, âThe reason you didnât discover it is because the mental illness from before has been treated.
âIâm only making a reservation. If similar signs appear again in the future, I wish to receive timely treatment.â
I see⌠Audrey nodded in enlightenment.
She suddenly felt a little pity for Mr. World. She felt that this cold Reaper who had killed several Sequence 5s a week was a cold and profound Blessed of Mr. Fool. He was a powerful and fear-inducing Beyonder, but he was also someone whose inner feelings resembled an ordinary person. He was currently suffering from immense stress and was being eaten away by various kinds of negative emotions, slowly walking into an abyss of pain.
After a few seconds of consideration, Audrey sincerely said, âIf you are within my reach, it wouldnât be a problem.â
After her coming of age ceremony, she had obtained a certain level of autonomy. She could spend her holidays at her parentsâ family castle, or stay in East Chester Countyâs Stoen City on her own. However, this freedom was still limited. She couldnât head anywhere she wanted. Even in Stoen City, there were many areas she couldnât visit. This could only be circumvented if she joined certain charitable organizations of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
âAlright.â Having Grazed a Traveler, Klein heaved a sigh of relief. He made The World reply, âYou can confirm the location when the time comes and prepare the means to not expose your identity.â
Audrey tersely answered as a scene naturally surfaced in her mind.
She and Mr. World would be in two separate compartments somewhere, with a wall or wooden board in between them as she conversed with him and administered treatment.
In such a situation, Mr. World wouldnât be able to determine that itâs me. To him, it doesnât matter as long as heâs treated⌠This also means that if I canât make myself available, I can get Susie to do it! Mr. World definitely wouldnât believe that the one treating him is a dog~! Oh, Susie doesnât know the existence of the Tarot Club. Unless itâs necessary, I shouldnât get her to help Mr. World⌠As Audrey thought, she suddenly felt the joy from thinking up a prank as she went through a great deal of effort in order to stop the corners of her lips from curling up.
After confirming this matter, Klein thought of another problem and got The World to look at Cattleya.
âCan you provide a crate of explosives?â
He believed that as a pirate admiral, she definitely didnât lack the resources in obtaining them!
âYes. When do you need it?â Cattleya didnât ask why.
With Gehrman Sparrow killing so many Sequence 5s, a crate of explosives was nothing.
âSend it together with Broken Finger.â Klein controlled The World to say, âHow much will it cost?â
Cattleya replied without minding it, âJust treat it as a freebie for purchasing Broken Finger.â
A crate of explosives wasnât expensive at sea. They were even rather cheap.
I like that⌠The Fool Klein secretly said as he made The World nod and then remind everyone:
âThat picture from beforeâtry your best not to recall it or even try to draw it when out in the real world.â
Audrey and the other members subconsciously glanced at the other end of the long bronze table and realized that Mr. Fool didnât say anything against it. They immediately turned serious and didnât dare to be careless.
This also made Cattleyaâs thoughts of writing to Queen Mystic Bernadette about this matter be placed on hold. She had to consider a suitable method that could avoid influencing factors.
Following that, the free exchange segment slowly came to an end as the area above the gray fog fell silent.
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Returning back to the Future, Cattleya stood behind the window of the captainâs cabin. She was clearly in a dilemma.
Finally, she took a deep breath and exhaled. As she nudged her glasses, she left the captainâs cabin and walked to Frank Leeâs room.
This first mate had been âchasedâ to the bottom cabin after the crewâs unanimous vote. It was to prevent his experimental products from suddenly spreading.
Frank Lee was rather pleased with this because his new residence was much more spacious. Furthermore, it also suited the condition of a dark environment.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Cattleya came to the bottom cabin and rapped at the door.
âWait a moment!â Frank Lee shouted a reply. It was unknown what he was busy on.
After a minute, he opened the wooden door with his sleeves rolled up. He asked in puzzlement, âCaptain, is there something?â
Cattleya didnât directly answer him as she used her night vision to peep into the pitch-black interior. She saw blue fish laid on the table with their eyes wide open. From the gap between the scales, green sprouts grew out. Some were already mature with a ear of wheat.
âYou succeeded?â Cattleya held back her instinct to take a step back as she asked.
Frank nodded in glee before shaking his head.
âNot yet. But Iâve already made significant progress!
âIâve crossbred wheat, mushrooms, and a bit of a Rose Bishopâs cells, and I achieved a first-stage product. Placing them in the stomachs of fish, they will be able to absorb the flesh and blood to grow to maturity even without any light.
âBut the current issue is that the target is supposed to be monster corpses. Thereâs a need to prevent the poison and madness accumulated inside to not spread to the food after their flesh and blood is absorbedâŚ
âAlso, producing them is a problem. Thereâs definitely not that many Rose Bishops who are willing to be material. Therefore, thereâs a need for them to have the ability to split and absorb flesh and blood themselvesâŚâ
After hearing Frank Leeâs description, Cattleya silently nudged her glasses.
âWill such food begin to absorb flesh and blood and multiply while inside a humanâs stomach after consumption?â
Frank Lee fell into deep thought. After a few seconds, he said, âIn theory, no. Because no one will eat them raw.
âHmm, I will have to test its activity under high temperatures. No, they still lack the ability to split themselves. It doesnât matter if they have any activityâŚâ
Seeing Frank Lee in his confused state, Cattleya fell into a dilemma again.
After a while, she slowly asked, âI have a channel that allows me to obtain a Druidâs Beyonder characteristic. Do you need it?â
âAh? Of course!â Frank became thrilled. âMany a time, my abilities are what limit my ideas!â
This⌠I kind of regret it⌠Cattleya suddenly had such a thought.