This made Lynn glance in that direction, revealing a bright smile. He said, "Your book is great, but after this, it's mine."
Lynn didn't care whether the Queen of Calamity could sense what was happening on his side, nor did he pay attention to the reaction of the other party. He then took out a large, square box from his spatial pocket and placed the Book of Calamity inside.
"This is the sealing box crafted by him, specifically designed to contain items with corruption. With this, not even the Queen of Calamity can manipulate it," Lynn explained as he handed the box containing the Book of Calamity to Klein. "But to be safe, it's best to keep it on the Gray Fog most of the time. That place is a more natural sealing environment. However, if you want to lend it to someone, make sure to keep it sealed within the box."
As the essence of Sefirot, even without a true owner, Sefirah Castle was enough to suppress anything below uniqueness, and it might even suppress uniqueness if placed on the Gray Fog.
"Does this have anything to do with Mr. Hanged Man?" Klein took the sealed box and seemed to have guessed something.
It wasn't hard to deduce. The only member of the Tarot Club on the Tyrant pathway was Mr. Hanged Man. If Lynn didn't care much about the Book of Calamity personally, and had specifically prepared a sealing box that would allow its use under the Gray Fog, it was likely because the book was connected to someone in the Tarot Club.
"Not yet, but they should be related," Lynn nodded, not intending to hide this fact.
"Will there be any danger?" Klein frowned slightly.
As both the Fool and someone who had some rapport with Mr. Hanged Man, Klein naturally didn't want Mr. Hanged Man to be in danger.
"There's definitely some risk, but with you and me involved, it's within controllable limits," Lynn nodded and gave Klein a glance. "And compared to the potential benefits, the risk is worth it. If Mr. Hanged Man wants to ascend to angelhood without going against the Church of the Storm, this is probably the only viable path."
"Of course, whether he chooses to take this path is up to him. If he's unwilling to take the risk, it's fine. This is more of a side matter," Lynn shrugged, speaking earnestly.
Mr. Hanged Man wasn't Klein, after all. Lynn was willing to pave the way for the Fool and push him toward becoming the Lord of Mysteries, but Mr. Hanged Man didn't hold such a high place in Lynn's heart. Opening up a side quest and laying out a path for him was already generous, and Lynn didn't particularly care if the man chose to follow it.
Hearing this, Klein nodded thoughtfully and said nothing further.
Klein wasn't the type to coddle friends and keep them in a bubble of absolute safety. He knew that sometimes, risks must be taken. Moreover, Mr. Hanged Man was different from other Tarot Club members—not in terms of importance to the Fool, but in terms of reliability.
If it were other members of the Tarot Club, such as the naive Little Sun or the laid-back Magician, the Fool would indeed feel worried, given their unreliability. Accidents seemed inevitable with them.
But Mr. Hanged Man, along with the now-mature Miss Justice, was different. These two had become the reliable pillars of the Tarot Club, so the Fool was more at ease with their actions.
Thus, the Fool simply asked, "When?"
He was naturally asking when to give the Book of Calamity to Mr. Hanged Man.
"Wait until he reaches Sequence 5. It's too early now, and it's best to ensure he'll work for you in the future. Otherwise, why cultivate him for nothing?" Lynn stretched lazily and then turned to Klein with a knowing smile. "By the way, you can also flip through the book. Although most of it pertains to the Sailor pathway, the supplementary knowledge is quite valuable. You can even sell this pathway's potion formulas."
Upon hearing this, the Fool's eyes immediately brightened.
Lynn, meanwhile, suddenly recalled something. "Speaking of which, Mr. Hanged Man seems to be looking for the Wind-blessed potion formula. You could sell it to him, along with the Ocean Songster formula. Give him a little surprise, but don't forget to split the money with me."
"Ahem, isn't that a bit unscrupulous?" Klein coughed lightly.
"How is it unscrupulous? Even though this book is intended for him in the future, it doesn't belong to him yet. I'm not even suggesting we sell the potion formulas separately... Wait, maybe we should sell the formulas to him separately when the time comes?" Lynn stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Klein instantly gave Lynn a look reserved for capitalists.
"Haha, just kidding! I'm not that evil!" Lynn laughed, then remembered something else. He smiled mysteriously at Klein. "Speaking of potion formulas, you still haven't obtained the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula, have you?"
Klein hesitated and nodded. Indeed, he hadn't yet acquired the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula and had no clue where to find it—the Angel of Secrets seemed to have anticipated this and had instructed Mr. Door not to teach him.
"Well, the Angel of Secrets told me that after you ascend to Puppet Master, He can introduce you to some old friends. At that time, you should be able to get the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula," Lynn said, his smile growing wider. "But He also mentioned that the journey won't be free—you'll need to pay an entrance fee."
"What kind of entrance fee?" Klein suddenly had a bad feeling.
"There are two options for the entrance fee: the first is to temporarily become a real cat and take a set of cat photos, including but not limited to the Fool Cat, World Cat, and various common cat expressions..." Lynn raised one finger, then another. "The second option is to pay 50,000 gold pounds."
Klein opened his mouth, struggling to find his voice for a while. "Are you sure the first choice is from the Angel of Secrets and not your personal amusement?"
Lynn blinked. "Would you believe me if I said it's a shared wish between us?"
"I believe you!" Klein gritted out through his teeth, his expression conflicted.
He knew that obtaining the Faceless potion formula through either option was a ridiculously easy task.
But cat photos? Was that even real?
The Fool couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of embarrassment just imagining it.
(End of Chapter)
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