Audrey didn’t find Audrey’s expectations surprising—given that the Silver City had embraced the “role-playing” practice, and considering how long it had been since the practice began, it was only natural that the other party would now be focusing on refining their next set of magical recipes. She wondered how the “Songbearer” would embody their role—would they sing every day? Retreat to the side during battles, using their songs to inspire courage and strength in their companions? Or would they first bless themselves before charging forward with a hammer-and-sword? She didn’t know whether this would enhance their singing ability—should it, it would surely make them exceptional singers or opera performers. Audrey idly pondered these possibilities, deliberately hesitating to offer a clear response, thus conveying her own uncertainty and avoiding the possibility of the “Sun” adding further charges. This wasn’t part of her upbringing, nor something she had learned in the circles of exceptional people—it was a skill she had developed entirely on her own after becoming a Mind-Reader. "I'll find the Sequence 8 potion recipe corresponding to the 'Songstress' path as soon as I can—though not today, will that be acceptable to you?" Audrey said, pausing to glance at the ancient table's headmost seat. "We could have Mr. 'The Fool' serve as witness." At that, Caine smiled. "Miss 'Justice,' perhaps I could cover the cost of the 'Luminous Light-Bearer' recipe for you." Audrey's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded quickly and decisively. "That's settled! Then what shall I offer you in return?" For now, I haven't quite decided... Caine chuckled lightly. "No need to rush. Perhaps my followers will have further needs in the future." His consideration was simple: if he allowed Miss 'Justice' to share the 'Luminous Light-Bearer' recipe within her circle of exceptional beings, wouldn't he be wasting the very knowledge he'd nearly lost—burned to ash—when he secretly observed the 'Eternal Radiant Sun'? At least, not useful within the "Tarot Circle"! "Of course, I'll do my best to help them!" Audrey promised with genuine enthusiasm. Klein pressed his hand, and before him unfolded a yellow-brown sheepskin parchment bearing the recipe for the "Luminous Potion," including alternative ingredients and ancient names, all fully translated into Giant tongue: "Primary ingredients: one piece of Radiant Stone or powdered Essence of the Fiery White Soul; the blood of the Mirror Hedgehog or the heart of the Molten Giant; auxiliary ingredients: one Blossom of the Golden Sun, three drops of the juice of the Fungus..." As he gently pushed, the parchment appeared before the "Sun." Even knowing that even if completely forgotten, he could recall it through prayer to Mr. "The Fool," Driek recited the recipe carefully, pausing for a while before saying: "Madam 'Justice,' we may now discuss matters concerning the dragons." "To Mr. 'The Fool,' I request a private conversation," Audrey quickly raised her hand. She had originally intended that "the Sun" would materialize the content onto paper for herself to read, but this would make it inconvenient to raise questions—she'd have to write them down and pass them back to the other person, turning the exchange into something extremely complex. Could there be truly one-on-one communication? Genuine one-on-one conversation? You might not understand what "the Sun" is saying, and "the Sun" wouldn't understand you either...克莱恩语气平静地点头道：“Alright.” Within the circle of extraordinary beings, Hermes speech is an essential knowledge to master; ancient Hermes speech is one of the more accessible and popular options, while languages such as Giant, Dragon, and Elf are relatively niche and understood by only a few. Before the words had fully settled,克莱恩 silenced "the Turner," ensuring he neither saw nor heard anything. Alger had a certain interest in dragon-related information, but wasn't yet willing to pay the price to attend a listening session, so he remained silent and waited patiently. Seeing the Fool make a gesture indicating he was ready to begin conversation, Dariq of the Sun paused for a few seconds, organizing his words: "The dragon race are the eternal rivals of the Giants' court. They resemble enlarged lizards, covered in scales of various colors, with strong, sturdy limbs and broad wings capable of carrying their massive bodies and enabling swift flight—thus, they are the rulers of the sky. Some of them breathe fire, others command lightning, some bring about corrosion, and others create frost. Yet none of these traits are dominant among the dragons. The majority of dragons are the Mind Dragons, represented by the Mind Dragon King Angerwid. The unique path of the Mind Dragons is that of the 'Audience'—in the Silver City, we commonly refer to this as the 'Dragon' Path." For similar transactions, Deric had initially planned to simply replicate the historical textbook content from the general education courses. However, upon realizing that "Justice" Miss, "The Empress" Mr., and himself seemed to exist in different worlds, he gradually came to appreciate the value of the more localized historical narratives common in the Silver City. Thus, this time he mentioned only the dragons, omitting information about giants, elves, other creatures, immortals, and vampires. "The King of Dragons," Angerwid... this aligns with the accounts in the church scriptures... Audrey nodded gently, politely allowing "The Sun" to continue. Recalling the textbook, Deric said: "At the time, the most powerful and formidable among the dragon lineage was 'The King of Dragons,' Angerwid, also known as 'The Dragon of Imagination.' In addition, his son, Alsuhold, was a renowned figure who dominated the skies, surveying the lands and seas, known as 'The Dragon of Dreams.'" "There is a legend about the 'Dragon of Imagination,' Angerwied: the objects it envisions will materialize, the nations it dreams of will come to life in the physical world, and the futures it proclaims will unfold and become reality." Hmm. Klein, sitting as a passive listener, suddenly furrowed his brows. If Odile, the embodiment of 'Justice,' hadn't been fully absorbed in listening to the 'Sun's' words, she would have surely noticed his unusual demeanor—despite the thick gray mist. The description just recalled the sealed object '0–08'! The very idea that the proclaimed future will unfold—so strikingly similar! Klein leaned back against the chair, appearing more relaxed, yet his focus deepened. The Dragon of Imagination—what a splendid concept! This, indeed, is how deities manifest themselves. Odile listened with sparkling eyes, filled with both enthusiasm and anticipation. Derek paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Its son, the 'Dragon of Dreams,' AlerSuhold, is equally formidable. It can command the minds of every living being, making them act according to its will—so subtly that the beings themselves often remain unaware, believing these to be their own true thoughts. It also weaves genuine nightmares into reality, drawing countless souls into unconscious participation, only to deliver them to the most harrowing and terrifying ends. 'It has a particular fondness for pranks,' the legend says. 'It might make a prince kiss a princess to awaken her, only for the princess to be half-rotted upon waking. It might have a common girl wear dancing shoes and perform before the prince, only for her to dance on without pause until she dies. It creates countless coincidences that steer many lives toward tragedy.' A series of coincidences... it sounds more like a seal—Seal "0–08"—doesn't it? Of course, I know very little about that seal. Kline restrained himself from reaching up to stroke his chin, keeping his demeanor steady and composed, like an ancient well. "What a dreadful dragon... though, its abilities are quite fascinating," Audrey remarked, half in admiration, half in excitement. That's the future of the "Audience" path? No—call it the "Dragon" path! I don't want to switch to any other sequence! Audrey was eager to immediately become a Sequence 7 "psychologist" and keep rising rapidly. "Darick, the Sun," responded sincerely, "the history between the Dragon and the Giant royal line spans over two or three millennia. What I know comes from textbooks and legends—there's no guarantee of accuracy." "At least your history hasn't been interrupted," Audrey comforted, her spirits lifted. "And what comes next?" "What comes next?" The Lord who creates all awakened, and famed dragons such as the Dragon of Imagination and the Dragon of Nightmares fell from the sky, losing everything—including their lives. For forty-nine days, the sun failed to shine upon the land, volcanoes erupted across the realm, and floods overwhelmed every region. The dragon race declined, retreating to harsh and perilous places. Eventually, the Hall of the Giants was also destroyed by the Lord. "Derek said this with a weighty tone. This doesn't match the history I know... Isn't it the Storm Lord, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom who led humanity to defeat the dragons and the giants, slaying their kings? Odile felt confused, sensing a dislocation in time and history. Kline too was full of questions, believing the true history was shrouded in mysteries—especially since this was the second age's history, older than the ancient one. The mythological legends recorded in the church's official texts should have a significant portion of falsehoods, yet the history passed down in the Silver City cannot be entirely trusted either... What might the true history actually be like? He composure himself, smiled and asked, "Have we finished our exchange?" "That's all I have," Deryck replied, somewhat regretful. He felt his information didn't quite match the value of the "Luminous Light" elixir recipe. Audrey took a quiet breath, her lips curling into a smile. "I'm very satisfied," she said. I now know the direction of the future... she added mentally, with delight. After a few more exchanges among the members, Caine announced that this week's "Tarot Gathering" would conclude. Sending the ladies, including the one representing "Justice," he didn't linger long, swiftly returning to his bedroom to minimize the risk of being noticed. ........ In the luxurious manor of the Countess of Queen's District, Audrey strolled happily back and forth, planning to reward Suzy with a few dog treats. At that moment, she heard someone knocking at the door. From the footsteps and their rhythm, she recognized it as her personal maid, Anne. "Come in," Odile glanced at her mirror, combed her hair, and straightened her posture. Anne entered with a sheet of paper, smiling. "Madam, your telegram has arrived from the Southern Continent." The Southern Continent? Alfred? Odile suddenly thought of her brother, her face lighting up as she took the paper and studied it closely. Indeed, it was a telegram sent by her second brother, Alfred Hall, from the eastern coast of the Baylang Empire of the Southern Continent: "The seven-colored lizard dragons you requested have been found—two in total. Please await their arrival." But—I no longer need them! Odile stood still, blinked several times, and suddenly turned to look at Suzy. The golden-haired dog shook its tail, utterly puzzled.