Chapter 97: Tingen City, Tarot Club

Time passed silently, and the atmosphere in Tingen City became more and more serious. Even ordinary people who knew nothing about it noticed that something unusual was happening.

On Tuesday, all the famous large commercial companies in Tingen City announced something in Tingen City newspapers. They jointly established a community organization called "Tingen City Business Consortium"...

On Thursday, scholars from the Institute of Knowledge frequently visited the docks, factories, and processing plants...

On Sunday, wages at the black bread factory in Tingen hit a new low, reaching the lowest point in the past fifty years...

"For the sake of profit, there is really nothing to worry about." Medea looked at the magic mirror in front of him.

There are many pictures on the magic mirror.

The images include scholars who were invited by Medea to join the erudition because of their talents and cultural level.

In just a few days, under the soft and hard offensives of those capitalist businessmen, these scholars joined the Tingen City Business Consortium and became academic consultants.

Thanks to the help of these academic consultants, many factories in Tingen have begun to lay off employees and reduce wages on a small scale...

When the factory no longer needs so many workers, those employees will face a wave of layoffs.

However, this is just the initial confusion.

Medea knew it very well, just as the dragon Baimo described.

After the large-scale application of industrial technology, the level of social productivity will be improved, and all walks of life will also see an increase.

The next generation, or the next generation after that, of these unemployed people, even if they are poor, will still have a living standard that exceeds that of ordinary factory workers today.

Before that, chaos and the reconstruction of order will be the main theme.

"With the future development of Tingen City, if there is no extraordinary power to intervene, then laid-off workers will go to big cities like Backlund for their own livelihood reasons, and the Tingen City Business Consortium will also transfer assets... The future here will be terrible." Medea muttered to himself, smelling the scent of disaster.

A pre-dinner dessert or a small snack.

Glancing at the clock beside him, Medea waited silently.

…………

A wave of scarlet light surged, and Medea felt her eyes brighten. The next moment, she once again appeared in front of the quaint and mottled bronze table.

Sitting next to him was Miss Justice Audrey, and not far away on the other side were Mr. Hanged Man Ajel and Little Sun.

Everything is consistent with the mysterious plot.

But in the opposite corner of the Fool's first seat, sat a newcomer wearing a blue pointed hat and bachelor's gown.

"Accident..." After muttering to himself, Medea secretly wondered who could have interfered.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man~Good afternoon, Mr. Sun~Good afternoon, Ms. Queen~"

Miss Justice gave her usual sweet greeting.

Then, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the "newcomer" who appeared.

“He’s Mr. World.”

Klein the Fool introduces.

However, the Fool did not say that the world is his own.

Klein has become extra cautious now, and the aliases he has set up are also "newcomers" like Audrey and Ajel who have been brought up.

"Hello, I'm "World." World spoke in a slightly immature male voice, sounding like a minor who was just beginning to get involved in the extraordinary world and was curious about everything.

"Good afternoon, Mr. World~"

After Miss Justice finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the Fool and spoke.

“Dear Mr. Fool, I didn’t get the Roselle diary this week because of the evil god battle in Backlund. The two Beyonders I found told me that the Beyonder circles have all stopped now.”

"I found a page from Roselle's diary." Mitia said, and at the same time, she concretized a page from Roselle's diary and handed it to Klein.

Hearing this, Klein felt somewhat happy in his heart. He maintained the attitude of a fool and said calmly, "Very good."

Klein took the diary in his hand and looked at the contents. He was stunned for a moment.

This Chinese is different from the one written by Russell. The content is very neat, and it seems to be written by someone who specializes in calligraphy.

"This is…"

After seeing the first sentence, Klein almost lost his character as a fool. He tightly grasped the paper.

"I don't know how many years it has been since I traveled through time and space to this world. I wonder if there are other travelers besides Roselle Gustav and the Ancient Sun God."

"This is... the third time traveler!" Klein's head was buzzing. He clenched the paper tightly, his eyes bright.

With a startled heart, Klein continued to flip through the contents of the paper and read the words. "I haven't written a diary in a long time. I still remember that I met someone from the Witch Church in the Kingdom of Loen and chose to be a Sequence Nine Assassin. Thinking back on it now, it really makes me feel very emotional."

Seeing this, Klein looked up for the date.

However, the time traveler of this diary did not write the date, it seemed that he just casually wrote a paragraph in the notebook.

“It would be great if there was a date. This way, we can infer the time when this time traveler will arrive.” Klein said thoughtfully in his heart, and then continued to read the text.

“Looking back now, choosing an assassin was a really stupid path. Who would have thought that I would become a woman when I reached Sequence 7?”

"But it's a blessing in disguise, witch. It's really a lucky choice. We have come to this point. Now, all living beings need to call me by my honorable name. I am God!"

"I am the scourge of destruction, the source of annihilation, the embodiment of the world's calamity! The immortal vortex of destruction!"

"The great ruler of a foreign land..."

"Looking down at the destruction of everything..."

"The embodiment of cosmic entropy..."

Klein watched the ending being carried out in the name of honor and had some guesses in his mind.

If this time traveler is not bragging, then the content written by this person in her last period is from a High-Sequence Beyonder, most likely a god.

And thinking about the meaning of this honorable name, he is definitely an evil god.

"Unfortunately, I know this honorific title is useless." Klein really wanted to say, Boss, you can just write about the historical truth of the Second Era in your memoirs.

I dare not read the name you wrote.

Suppressing his inner emotions, Klein waved his hand and scattered the papers in his hand.

"Very well, what reward would you like?"

“Mr. Fool, can I save this reward and use it together later?”

Storage, accumulation... Klein inexplicably thought that if monetization were implemented, then the Fool's platform would be very similar to a certain unknown main god space.

"can."

The Fool nodded, and then he manipulated Mr. World to speak.

The world said in his usual immature tone: "I also collected the diary about Roselle."

Hearing this, the Hanged Man Ajer felt a sense of urgency for a moment.

Both newcomers have channels to collect Roselle's diary. The former, Madam Queen, is a mid- to high-level official in the extraordinary power and knows a lot of content.

The latter Mr. World seemed to have just joined the Extraordinary World, but he was able to collect the Roselle Diary.

If both Ms. Queen and Mr. World could offer what I have, then my value would be reduced.

Just like Miss Justice can now choose the Queen to obtain the potion formula, the only thing I am good at now is the intelligence obtained above the sea.

"Should I go back to the church and read the books of the Storm Church?"

While the Hanged Man was thinking, Klein pretended to read through Roselle's diary.

"Mr. Fool, can I be like the Queen?"

"of course can."

After completing the double act, Klein glanced at everyone and said, "You can communicate freely now."

"Madam Queen, your messenger... is very beautiful." After thinking for many words, Miss Justice finally used the word "beautiful" to address her.

"Can I ask you about the Messenger?"

"Okay, how many gold pounds do you need?" Medea half leaned back in the bronze chair.

"Is there any difference?" Audrey asked curiously.

"Well, the origin of the messenger is related to the spirit world, and the spirit world is related to the ancient history, so there is a difference in price."

"I have several levels here, 100 gold pounds, 1,000 gold pounds, and 10,000 gold pounds. What level do you need?"

"What do these three divisions represent?" Audrey asked tirelessly.

Medea tapped the long bronze table with her hand and spoke.

"One hundred gold pounds is semi-public common knowledge of the extraordinary world. One thousand gold pounds includes a detailed interpretation of the spirit world, involving many secret knowledge of the spirit world messengers. Ten thousand gold pounds is the history of the spirit world in the past."

(End of this chapter)