How could Green, who had contracted the infection and died with certainty on that unnamed island, reappear on the very same unnamed island? Emperor, when did you switch to writing horror novels? And then what? Kline's gaze froze on the final line of the third page of the journal, finding no further content. Beyond that, he felt a profound sense of unease regarding the extraordinary beings described by Emperor Rosel, gathering together in worship—something utterly strange, since not all extraordinary beings possess intelligence or the ability to communicate, many of them being wild, uncontrollable monsters driven only by instinct. Yet here these very monsters, driven by instinct, were gathering to worship an unknown entity! Alas, the Emperor never left the coordinates of that unnamed island... Though even if he had, I'm still too afraid to go right now. What if I contract the infection, die outside the island, and then awaken in a state of confusion and disorientation within it? That would be quite troublesome. At the very least, I need to be at least Sequence 4, preferably Sequence 3, to feel confident in exploring. While thinking this, Kline caused his journal to vanish from his hands and turned his gaze toward the "Hermit" Gardeleia, smiling gently and saying, "What is your request?" The "Hermit" Gardeleia didn't hesitate and asked directly, "Esteemed Sir 'The Fool,' have you ever heard of the Emperor Roscelin joining a particularly secretive and ancient organization?" Extremely secretive and ancient... The "Twilight Hermit Order"? Had Roscelin the Emperor once been a member of them? "Justice" Audrey suddenly remembered the organization the "Fool" had mentioned earlier. "Penitent" Aljer also recalled the corresponding events. He remembered that when "Justice" described the "Apostles of Desire" incident in Beckland, she had mentioned a mysterious organization—then "The Fool" had told the members not to disclose the organization's name to anyone outside, for "whenever someone speaks, it will be known." Such an organization indeed matched the stature of Emperor Roscel. Aljer nodded to himself mentally. As for what "The Fool" Kline thought of, it was another matter: "The Mysterious Queen" had a vague sense of selecting entries from the journal—she could not ask precise questions about the content provided. That is, she likely only recognized that a particular journal entry was significant, containing key information, or that she could discern the emotions of Roscel through the handwriting. Regarding "The Hermit"’s questions, Kline found them entirely straightforward. He smiled slightly and said, "Yes." At the same time, he silently reminded himself: "I'll have to watch out for the 'Mysterious Queen's' concerns—things that may have nothing to do with the journal entries... Good thing I've already read quite a few of Roselle's journals and have a solid understanding of the Emperor." After that, he added nothing, simply smiled and said, "It's your turn."—he didn't directly mention the "Sunset Hermit Circle" because he intended to address the matter again next time. "The Hermit," Gauthier, bowed gracefully in thanks and then turned to the "Magician," saying, "I'd like to know about the direct descendants of the Abraham family—1,000 pounds." She made the offer without hesitation, knowing the 'Mysterious Queen' would surely provide appropriate compensation. Why was she looking directly at me? She must already know that my teacher is a member of the Abraham family. The magician, Fores, was first startled, but then felt it was no surprise, since this matter was not a secret to the other Tarot Circle members beyond the "Hermit" lady—during their transactions with her, they often casually mentioned it. Although 1,000 pounds was very attractive, Fores did not wish to reveal her teacher's secrets. She had lived this long, and the people who had genuinely treated her well were few—she held such emotional connections very dear. After a moment's consideration, she spoke: "What exactly are you looking for from them? If you can provide a reason, I'll relay it to them. As for whether anything further will happen, that depends entirely on their own wishes—I cannot guarantee it." Indeed, she was a woman who appeared ordinary on the surface but concealed many secrets, acting with remarkable care and attention to detail... The "Hermit," Gauthier, silently admired this, and nodded gently: "That makes perfect sense." "I'm seeking information from the direct descendants of the Abraham family, specifically to obtain intelligence from Mr. Door. Please convey this to them and see if there's any opportunity for collaboration." "Indeed, even just conveying this message, I'll pay you 350 pounds in cash. Should they be willing to engage, there will be an additional 650 pounds forthcoming." After pausing for a full second, Fothering replied, "Agreed." Only then did she reflect on the underlying implication in the "Reclusive" lady's words: Was Mr. Door connected to the Abraham family? Indeed, my bracelet comes from Mrs. Anelisa, belonging to the Abraham family... Ah, the teacher hasn't yet learned that I already know he's from the Abraham family. I'll only casually mention it in my letter—saying that at a certain gathering, I heard someone searching for a direct descendant of the Abraham family, involving a Mr. "Gate"... I'm not sure how the teacher will react. At this moment, the "Justice" lady genuinely feels joyful for her friend, sensing that she has finally escaped her financial crisis. Folsie has now reached Sequence 7 and is nearly catching up with me—I need to strive to become a "hypnotist" sooner. As she thinks this, her gaze flickers toward the members of the Tarot circle, hoping to find a clue about the mystical bell tree fruit. The "Justice" lady's gaze is truly hard to ignore. Folsie, slightly embarrassed, lowers her head, as in her various circles, no trace of the mystical bell tree fruit has yet appeared. The "Hanged Man" Alje on the other side pondered for two seconds, saying, "I have leads, but it won't be possible to secure them until at least two weeks from now." Indeed, he had discovered a hallucinogenic bell tree during an earlier deep exploration of the primitive island with Zhilinges—though back then, due to his limited capabilities, he hadn't dared to approach it. Now, with his prospects of advancing to Level 5, he naturally wanted to seize this opportunity to earn income, especially since he still owed Zhilinges a fee for updates on the sea monster news. He raised this matter now as a form of asserting ownership—by clearly stating what each party expects to gain from the joint exploration, he could avoid potential conflicts later. Of course, this would mean that when it comes to tackling the hallucinogenic bell tree, Germaine Sparrow of "The World" would likely remain on the sidelines, offering no direct assistance. "Perfect!" Audrey was thrilled, and didn't even ask about the price. She has already started thinking about, after returning to Bekland in June, finding a reason or an excuse to directly purchase from the Psychological Alchemy Guild. With these two transactions concluded, and since the members have no immediate other needs, the "Wise One" Gardeleia repeated her call for gathering blood samples from mythic creatures, and the "Moon" Emlin once again proposed seeking out the remaining four followers of the "Primordial Moon." As a result, the Tarot Circle entered a phase of free exchange. "The Sun" Deryck spontaneously began: "I have now become the 'Notary.'" “This doesn’t need to be explained to us…” The Hangman felt a strong impulse to cover his face, yet remained calm and composed. “While the Notary gains significant physical enhancements, they remain primarily supportive. Their effective abilities will see a temporary boost, while ineffective ones will be weakened or forcibly dispelled. Moreover, the Notary excels at drafting contracts—once they sign and endorse them, the Sequence 5 cannot override them. Even a half-divine Sequence 4 would face considerable costs if attempting to breach such agreements.” As a member of the Storm Church, understanding the strengths and weaknesses of the “Sun” path is fundamental. Thus, Aljer provided a detailed explanation of the specifics to the young “Sun,” and advised him to ideally choose a magical item that excels at controlling the target; if not available, then one with strong offensive power. “Thank you very much, Mr. Hangman.” Deric of the Sun expressed his gratitude sincerely. In his heart, among all the Tarot members, the most revered and esteemed was the Sir of the "Knight of Cups," the most admirable and aspirational was the Sir of the "World," and without a doubt, the most reliable, kind-hearted, and benevolent was the wise Sir of the "Temperance." At that moment, the "Moon" Emlin thought to himself: This man has actually reached my level—no, I cannot let him overtake me; I must swiftly complete my hunt and secure my reward! After a few seconds of reflection and with the Sir of the "Knight of Cups"'s approval, he materialized the slender, slender figure resembling a wooden post—the same "Moon" figure he had seen before: "Ladies and gentlemen, does anyone know what this is?" He knew that the Sir of the "Knight of Cups" surely held the answer, but at that moment, he had nothing to offer in exchange for the great being's presence. Thus, he simply hoped that other members of the Tarot circle might have some familiarity with it. Isn't this exactly the puppet I saw at that gathering? The Lord of the Moon has already found his target—Master Fols, the Magician, likewise curiously awaits someone to provide an answer. Lady Galadriya, the Hermit, studies the scene carefully before slowly frowning. "This should be the Messenger of the Moon," she says. "It is a remarkable artifact crafted over hundreds of years through bloody rites by the devoted followers of the Primordial Moon. It is said to absorb divine power, and each one possesses an unimaginable terror. Where did you acquire it? It is quite dangerous—best entrusted to your noble bloodline elders." "Did your noble house offer any assistance?" "Moon" Emlyn cleared his throat, finding himself at a loss for words. He realized now that this topic wasn't one suited for deep discussion. "Um." He cleared his throat again, glancing toward the head of the bronze table, "I requested aid from Mr. The Fool."