In a mysterious space shrouded in grey fog, thick pillars supported a majestic palace.


    Next to an ancient and mottled bronze long table, twenty-two high-backed chairs with a sense of time-worn heft were arranged, but at the moment only a scant few were occupied.


    The faces of each person present were also obscured by the grey fog, making them appear indistinct.


    Behind each person, their stone chair bore their own symbol; The pattern corresponding to the high-backed chair at the foremost position was ’The Fool’ from the Tarot cards.


    Below that were ’Justice,’ ’The Sun,’ and ’The Hanged Man,’ in that order.


    The entire palace, with only these few people, also seemed rather deserted.


    At this time, they appeared to be holding a meeting, which seemed to be drawing to a close.


    The noble young lady with the codename ’Justice,’ the daughter of Earl Hall, Audrey Hall, had just accepted a commission from ’The Hanged Man,’ Alger.


    To seek out the infamous pirate in Becland, one of the seven Pirate Generals, ’Hurricane’ Zilinges.


    Representing ’The Hanged Man,’ Alger, whose true identity belonged to a member of the Church of Storm, respectfully made a request to ’Mr. Fool’ at the head of the table after receiving ’Miss Justice’ Audrey’s agreement,


    "Respected Mr. Fool, may I request your patron’s assistance at a critical moment?"


    As the initiator of the gathering, the enigmatic ’Fool’ spoke in an extremely indifferent tone,


    "If my patron just happens to be in Becland."


    Although it was not an affirmative response, ’The Hanged Man’ Alger still expressed gratitude. The extraordinary gathering was too incredible; no matter where he was, his consciousness could be pulled up at a fixed time.


    The power of the initiator of this parliament was probably comparable to a Divine Spirit!


    It could be an ancient god in the midst of recovery!


    Regardless of Alger’s current thoughts, ’Miss Justice’ Audrey seemed to have thought of something else and spoke up,


    "Respected Mr. Fool, I previously met someone at Mr. A’s extraordinaries’ gathering who was also collecting diary pages. I wonder if they might be one of your patrons?"


    Because she felt something was off about the gathering initiated by Mr. A, Audrey had taken the chance to ask during their own meeting and had learned about the notorious Evil God church, the Aurora Society, whose angelic envoys were denoted by letters.


    It was very likely that this gathering was a nest of the Aurora Society.


    This was the deranged organization wanted by various countries, one that had committed numerous blood-soaked crimes and liked to stir up trouble.


    It’s possible there may be some miscarriage of justice if all the significant bloodshed and turmoil were blamed on the Aurora Society, but if they were to be linked to one at a time, surely some would be missed!


    Moreover, since Alger had mentioned patrons, and she was about to provide a sum of money for Mr. Fool’s patron, Audrey took the opportunity to ask.


    Collecting Emperor Roselle’s notes wasn’t particularly strange, but it was relatively rare for someone to be in Becland with a strong desire to do so, even asking Fors to come looking for her for copies.


    It was worth mentioning in passing; if it was a patron of Mr. Fool, then she could discreetly provide some assistance.@@@@


    This made Mr. Fool seem to pause for a moment, but then he spoke in a casual tone,


    "They might be an informant developed by my patron, I don’t pay much attention to such trivial matters."


    However, after saying that, he paused again as if something of interest had crossed his mind,


    "If an opportunity arises, pass these diary pages to him without leaving any traces."


    Mr. Fool manifested several pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary, though Audrey, not knowing the script and recalling it being challenging.


    As the round of dancing came to an end, she gracefully departed amidst the audience’s shouts for an encore.


    It wasn’t long before a waiter came over to invite Tao Yu to the backstage.


    Later, in a pink resting room filled with a seductive fragrance, Tao Yu met the supervisor who now wore a coat and appeared somewhat languid.


    Through the chanting from outside, Tao Yu knew her stage name here was ’Eve.’


    "My cutie, why have you come here? Are you looking to celebrate your coming-of-age?" asked Eve, lighting a lady’s cigarette with a sly smile, her eyes squinting slightly with a captivating allure.


    "I digested the Assassin’s Potion," Tao Yu replied, "I’m here for a Sequence 8 Magic Potion."


    His words caused the previously sarcastic Eve to be taken aback.


    Digested it? Just like that?


    She then frowned and said,


    "Do you understand the concept of digestion? Reckless talk can kill people."


    "I don’t know why it happened so fast, maybe it has something to do with my previous profession."


    "You’ve been an assassin before?"


    A doubtful expression appeared on Eve’s face.


    Even though the Extraordinary World is hidden beneath the ordinary one, Sequence 9 extraordinaries still frequently interact with ordinary people. In a large city like Becland, even a small gang leader in a district could be a low-sequence extraordinary.


    Therefore, a legitimately renowned assassin should be an extraordinary.


    At least those who had completely digested the ’Assassin’s’ Potion should be.


    "Yes, killing doesn’t always require physical force..." Tao Yu replied in a calm tone, and with all the ’accidental killing’ movies, comics, and Conan, he could easily bring up many ambiguous examples.


    After giving a few simple and vague examples, Eve was utterly shocked.


    She had initially taken him in out of a capricious interest due to his good looks, but she hadn’t expected to unearth such talent.


    "Good, I have the formula and main ingredients for a Sequence 8 ’Instigator’ here, but you haven’t established any merits yet..."


    As Tao Yu pulled out a stack of Gold Pounds, Eve was left speechless.


    There was this approach too?


    "I told you, I was an assassin, it’s normal that I have some savings, right?"


    "Normal..."


    Though Eve had intended to make him complete some tasks to gain some leverage, essentially, getting the tasks done with money seemed quite reasonable, especially since he had already digested the ’Assassin’s’ Potion.


    "This is the Magic Potion formula for Sequence 8 ’Instigator,’ and here is the heart of the Mawthroat Hummingbird, the poison sac of the Dark Stalker. I also have the auxiliary ingredient, the vocal tube of the Mawthroat Hummingbird; you just need to find the rest of the auxiliary materials..."


    Eve seemed to keep some of her belongings in her studio and quickly retrieved the ingredients after rummaging briefly.


    Tao Yu glanced at the formula: the auxiliary materials still needed were Blue Mandala Juice and Water Fern Grass Powder. Although he didn’t know what they were, he assumed they should be easier to obtain.


    "Thank you, Miss Eve."


    Indeed, there might be something to gain from the Knowing Ones’ Union or the Witch Sect.


    Before fleecing them clean, he might as well blend in...