To be honest, although "The Hangover" Alje had anticipated that "Justice" would not haggle, and the value of that magical item indeed hovered around 5,500 pounds, he still felt a strong sense of discomfort—something akin to having worked tirelessly to establish connections and finally securing a solid profit, only to feel underwhelmed, as if no one else had even managed to make a modest gain. "World" would receive 675 pounds, the craftsman's fee amounts to just 600 pounds, and I would take home a pure profit of 400 pounds. In this transaction, my total earnings amount to 1,075 pounds. Unfortunately, "World" is no ordinary figure—he possesses exceptional traits, numerous magical formulas, and has been involved in many significant events, providing access to valuable information. It would not be worthwhile to create friction over a few hundred pounds with him; otherwise, I could have reduced the price of his exceptional qualities to below 4,000 pounds. "The Hangover" thought with a touch of regret. While the Fool was delighted at the imminent arrival of £3,825, Derek, the Sun, looked earnestly at the woman across the table and said, "Madam Magician, your alimentary vessel is ready." "Excellent!" Firth exhaled deeply, finally relieved. "I'll pay the 'Hangman'先生 £300 in cash." Hearing this, the Hangman, Aljer, was instantly energized and promptly submitted a request for the materialization of the magical formula to the Fool, seated at the head of the bronze long table. A few seconds later, he inscribed the Sun's formula on the yellow-brown parchment before him: "Sequence 7, Sun Priest. Primary ingredients: one bloom of the red crown of the dawn rooster, one fruit of the luminous pact tree. Secondary ingredients: 100 milliliters of the dawn rooster's blood, 10 drops of Sun essence, 8 grams of golden citron powder, and 5 grams of solidified lava." Although克莱恩 hadn't deliberately sought out this potion recipe, the information that could only manifest through him still settled into his mind. As soon as he chose to recall it using the "dream divination method," he instantly gained access to the relevant knowledge. This prompted him to silently exclaim: Indeed, being a platform truly brings in the most profits! Once secured, the property should be sold within two days, fetching around £1,000—adding that £300 from Miss the Magician and the previous £1,075—finally making up the amount for the dragon’s eye beads. Algernon felt a wave of exhaustion and turned to Furse, saying, “Miss the Magician, we can now proceed with the transaction for the dragon’s eye beads.” Furse now had only a few dozen pounds left, and even the advance payments to the craftsmen had been borrowed through extensive personal connections. However, after completing this series of transactions, his cash balance would reach £2,375—enough to cover the £2,000 required for the primary materials. Miss Furse, remembering the setback she had suffered at Mr. the Hanged Man’s hands last week, responded with a touch of reserve, “Very well.” For her, the final profit from this transaction would depend entirely on how much her teacher, Dorian Gray, was willing to share with her—there would be no additional gains. At the close of the transaction, Caine manipulated the "world," once again seeking the residual essences of the ancient spirits and the eyes of the six-winged stone golems. As for selling the fishfolk's swim-bladders or crafting them into magical items, he had no immediate plans to involve the Tarot Circle—hoping instead to use this as a springboard to expand his network and reach among the sea-faring communities. Following today's Tarot meeting, the "Psychologist" potion for Miss Justice will have gathered all its ingredients, and the "Master of Illusions" potion for Miss Magician will likewise be ready... The little "Sun" now has its formula and can finally begin striving toward Sequence 7, bringing him one step closer to providing a solution for the spiritual contamination within my ordinary traits. Miss "The Hangman" is set to receive one of the primary materials from "The Wind Warden," and Sequence 6 now only faces its final challenge. Only Emlyn remains undecided and has yet to find a clear path—no immediate prospects for advancement are visible. Caine, surveying the room, smiled gently and said: "Free exchange." "Justice" Audrey was about to make her habitual remark, but after a moment's reflection, she decided there wasn't much to share this week. Aside from attending a series of galas and taking two psychology classes, the only thing she could mention was her return to East Chester—yet that seemed unnecessary. She gently pressed her lips together and held her silence. "The Magician" Firth was in the relaxed, holiday-laden state of the new year, still a bit blank-minded, and hesitantly added, "Bakerland is still under the previous high-pressure regime. If you're not an official Fae, don't come seeking adventure lately." Is that right? For a while, "The Moon" Emlin, who had been behaving well, furrowed her brow with mild curiosity. A vampire accustomed to a routine found it difficult to grasp the full weight of having all extraordinary gatherings cease. "The Pendulum" nodded, paused to think, and then said to "The Sun," "Don't be careless." "Before conducting the ritual, it would be best to confirm that the chief leading the exploration party is not in Silver City, or otherwise occupied with other matters." "Hermit," the man asked, "do you mean it's possible that the chief has sensed the cycle of fate?" "Sun" Deric reacted with astonishment. "Hermit" replied seriously, "It's certainly possible. But I can't be certain—after all, I know Silver City only somewhat." At this, he concealed a smile and adopted a serious expression. "Sun" Deric said, somewhat frustrated, "I'm not entirely clear about many things myself." "Hermit" Aljer sighed, dispelling any sense of disappointment, "In short, caution and vigilance will help you live longer." "Thank you for the advice," "Sun" Deric said sincerely. "Hermit" then shifted his gaze and smiled, "The seas have been relatively calm lately." "No, that's just what you think," said Caine quietly, counter-arguing as he manipulated the world. "I've just heard about a maritime incident." Before the "Emperor" could ask a question, he turned to the two ladies—Mrs. Justice and Mrs. Magician. "Ladies, could you help me purchase a radio receiver?" "I'll give it a try," said Mrs. Magician, Foulis, with little enthusiasm. Since she was about to leave Bekland, Mrs. Justice, Audrey, could only offer a polite apology. Once the arrangement was settled, the World cleared her throat and continued: "That incident is connected to the Church of the Storm." Connected to the Church? Why didn't I receive any notice? Why wasn't this communicated to us at this level? The "Emperor" furrowed her brow, patiently awaiting the World's explanation. The World had intended to glance at the "Emblem of the Pendulum" with a thoughtful, amused expression, but the effort proved too great, and with a沉哑, gentle smile, remarked: "The ancient customs of Banxi Port have revived, and a portion of the population has become devotees of a cult—even the Bishop of the Storm Church has fallen. I've heard the matter has been resolved, though many have perished." Banxi Port... Recalling the situation there, the "Emblem of the Pendulum" Aljé willingly explained to the bewildered "Justice" and the others: "The port has a tradition of living sacrifices, aimed at a malevolent spirit known as the 'God of Weather.' There are similar spirits in overseas regions, particularly on the Southern Continent—though they may appear to have been eradicated, they actually persist in strange, hidden forms. Many people there have died suddenly, not necessarily from illness. If you're planning any travels or adventures, don't overlook this." Aljé made every effort to present the Banxi Port incident as a fortunate, unforeseen occurrence within the realm of understanding. Suddenly, he heard a slightly low, resonant laugh coming from the very top of the weathered long table. "Knight of Pentacles," the "Turned Card" swiftly turned his head. "Knight of Pentacles!" Bexley's affairs were far more complex than they first appeared! "Justice" Odile immediately turned her gaze toward the "Knight of Pentacles" seated in the high-backed chair. As a wave of curiosity, wonder, or excitement swept over him, Caine smiled calmly, with a touch of reminiscence: "This reminds me of a 'King of Angels.'" "A King of Angels!" Bexley's affairs now involved a 'King of Angels'! Odile's eyes widened in astonishment, eager to hear what the "Knight of Pentacles" had to say next. "The King of Angels..." Foulis, the "Magician," breathed deeply, his expression slightly pained. Why, in our Tarot Circle, do we always discuss the arrival of the 'True Creator,' the revival of the 'Primordial Witch,' and the reappearance of the 'King of Angels'? I myself am only a Sequence 9! She simply wanted to look up at the sky and sigh. "The Moon," Emlin, felt unexpectedly stirred, finding yet another reason for the Primordial to urge her to pray to the "Wise One" Sir. Indeed, this was a gathering of saviors prepared for the end times—each of us was chosen, destined to gradually face off against evil beings such as the "King of Angels," the "Primordial Witch," and the "True Creator." Emlin suddenly felt a strong impulse to immediately accept the deal proposed by the "Hanged Man," yet it was mercilessly dashed by the reality of her lack of funds. Who among the "Kings of Angels" was it? "The Sun," Deric, rarely involved in the conversations of the "Justice" lady and others, now took an active interest. What secrets did the port of Banxie harbor regarding the "King of Angels"? The "Hanged Man," Aljer, listened intently for an answer. Seeing that the "Wise One" Sir showed no intention to continue, "Justice" Odile could no longer contain herself and asked: "Respected Sir the 'Wise One,' which of the 'Kings of Angels' is it?" Klein leaned back against the chair, chuckling softly. "Medici founded the 'Rose of Redemption,' and his bloodline descendants reside in Binsy." The Rose of Redemption! A 'King of Angels' connected to the 'True Creator'? Audrey hadn't expected things to grow more serious with each layer—subconsciously, she asked, "Binsy?" "That's the ancient name for Binsy," said Aljere, the 'Hanged Man,' holding his hands gently and responding in a low tone. He could hardly imagine what truth lay hidden behind this matter, only knowing that the upheavals in Binsy Port might not have truly concluded—some insidious danger still lurked in the shadows! Regarding the 'Rose of Redemption,' he knew little beyond its association with the Temple of the 'True Creator' and the 'Angel of Fate,' Ululios. He couldn't yet determine exactly what it represented. In short, the significance of this matter had surpassed his imagination entirely! Alger turned his gaze toward the uppermost end of the weathered table, and a thought naturally arose: the Sir Fool indeed knew the eight "Kings of the Angels," and held many secrets. At that moment, he recalled something: last week, at about this time, the Lady Justice had asked which of the remaining "Kings of the Angels" remained. The Sir Fool had replied that he would encounter them later. Yet, just one week had passed, and he had already met one new "King of the Angels"! The Sir Fool had foreseen this! Alger's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his gaze in astonishment.