Hearing Ebner's words, Edwina's light blue eyes shifted slightly as she said:
"Your friend who holds the 'Black Emperor' card likes to collect Roselle's handwritten manuscripts?
"I also happened to obtain a page when I returned to Lenburg earlier…"
With that, she also pulled out a sheet of paper and began writing and drawing at the table.
Meanwhile, Ebner had just finished composing a page of the diary, so he stopped writing and glanced over at Edwina. He saw her writing in what seemed to him to be somewhat awkward handwriting:
"September 13th, perhaps due to the affection that skips a generation, these past few days in Toska, I increasingly feel that Charles' illegitimate child, a little fellow named Athos Surrey, is very much like me when I was young, not just in appearance, but also in personality… He is so confident, enthusiastic, and handles things with both focus and drive…
"Then I think about Charles' other legitimate grandsons… Forget it, I won't think about it, lest I die of anger.
"Tonight, I pretended to be an ordinary merchant and chatted with that little fellow at the local bishop's ball for a while. I found that although he was limited by his knowledge and didn't understand many things, he still demonstrated impressive wisdom and problem-solving skills. Such qualities are truly rare in a young person… They must come from the guidance of his mother, that young lady named Surrey.
"Heh, truly worthy of being a friend of my Bernadette… It's a pity she couldn't resist the temptation of my scoundrel son back then.
"In short, I have some optimistic views about this unexpected grandson's future, so I decided to 'invest' further and gave new orders to the 'Men in Black' stationed in Toska, instructing them to take care of the Surrey family nearby.
"September 14th, the gathering of that most ancient organization was held again. I did not participate in the transactions of other members, only exchanging esoteric knowledge with old Mr. Hermes that we hadn't finished discussing last time.
"And he told me something that surprised me somewhat.
"It turns out that the Toska region, bordering Intis and Loen, was the territory of 'Nightmare Dragon' Alishod during the 'Twin Ages.' It once created a series of sensational and terrifying stories here.
"'Toska' itself, in Dragonic, means 'Land of Mischief' or 'Land of Nightmares.'
"I had heard of this ancient dragon 'Alishod' before and knew it was the son of the Dragon King, Angolwed… I never expected its territory to be in Toska!
"Perhaps I can use this hidden legend to make some arrangements in the newly built sewers of Toska…"
Edwina stopped writing here; clearly, the page she obtained only contained this much.
Toska was actually the territory of the "Nightmare Dragon"? No wonder Roselle later built the so-called "ritual place" leading to Groselle's Travels here.
And the "nightmares" I experienced in the rat tunnel "labyrinth" were probably arranged by Roselle, combining "Mystical Reappearance," to recreate parts of Alishod's abilities, right?
However, merely relying on those probably wouldn't be enough to stop an Amon clone. Since that base dared to call itself "Kaspersky," it probably has other formidable methods.
As his thoughts raced, Ebner took the letter from Vice Admiral Iceberg and placed it together with the page he had composed. He pondered: Adding his past accumulated contributions, it should be enough to ask Mr. World to make a trip with the "Black Emperor" card…
Of course, if he's unwilling to come in person, just bestowing that "Blasphemy Card" would also work… But Ebner thought that since it concerned Roselle, Klein would probably be willing to take the risk.
After carefully memorizing the contents of both diary pages, Ebner put them away to prevent Fors from seeing them. Mr. Fool already has it tough enough; no need to persecute him with such minor matters…
After all, there's already one fake diary page. If I submit another duplicate… Mr. Fool might secretly curse me.
Thinking this, Ebner curled his lips, in a good mood.
.....
In Backlund, inside the Augustra family's villa, Emlyn White, who had intentionally exposed certain issues following Mr. Hanged Man's guidance, nervously followed Casimir into the underground area, once again arriving at the gray stone hall where the black iron coffin rested.
"Esteemed Lord Nibaios, why have you summoned me?" Emlyn's emotions were relatively calm, as he had rehearsed similar scenarios in his mind. Only a hint of worry and fear remained hidden.
But his previous acting experience at Brayne Film Company made him realize that his character, at this moment, should indeed conceal worry and fear.
"It seems that film I shot earlier, besides causing me a lot of trouble, also had a positive side…
"It's just those so-called noblewomen are so disgusting… The taste of their blood is uncomplimentary, even worse than stored plasma in a hospital!" Emlyn smacked his lips, suddenly feeling that his last bit of nervousness had vanished.
Just then, a deep, aged voice emanated from the coffin adorned with symbols and magical markings:
"To commend you.
"For the Ancestor, you risked praying to Mr. Fool. Although you received no response, you still took a great risk. This is an act that must be commended.
"Here is a 7000-pound acceptance bill, your reward. It was delayed due to the Backlund Great Smog, but it's not too late now.
"At the same time, you must constantly monitor yourself, not relax, and immediately inform Casimir if any abnormality occurs."
They really sent me money… Mr. Hanged Man's method actually works… Lord Nibaios didn't expose me or punish me; instead, he gave me a generous reward. And this was just to pretend not to know, to encourage me to keep trying so they could secretly observe… Are the Blood Kin's thoughts really that complex too?
Emlyn felt a moment of daze and then a surge of emotion.
He quickly reined in his scattered thoughts and focused on the 7000-pound reward:
"It's almost three in the afternoon… With this, I can buy the Baron's relic from Mr. Hanged Man and concoct the potion…
"I'm about to become a Baron, Lord Emlyn White, a Blood Kin Baron!"
Emlyn's eyes instantly brightened, and his steps became much lighter. He quickly returned home, and just as he was about to set up his spirituality wall to participate in the Tarot Club, he suddenly realized that one of his puppets seemed to be missing again…
Again? That's right, this is the third time in nearly a month!Although gold coins of equivalent value were left, that doesn't mean you're not a thief!
Emlyn gritted his teeth in frustration, but he was helpless. After all, he had set traps before, but the puppet still disappeared.
The strangest thing was that his trap seemed to have been disarmed from the inside… as if the puppet suddenly came alive and dismantled his setup itself…
Perhaps I should ask others in the Tarot Club about this? Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Tower might be able to figure something out.
As he thought this, the time reached three in the afternoon, and crimson light appeared before his eyes, quickly engulfing him.
Then, he arrived in the magnificent and ancient palace, where equally blurry, distinct figures outlined themselves opposite and beside him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
Miss Justice's cheerful and sweet voice followed immediately.