Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 23

Above the gray fog, the mysterious Mr. “Fool” sat with a card engraved with mystical patterns placed beside his hand.

Today’s Tarot Gathering was different from usual, because another empty chair had found its owner—a new member had joined.

“Hermit,” this was her codename.

While “Justice” was introducing the Tarot Gathering members’ codenames one by one to “Hermit,” Quinn carefully observed the new member.

Female, black hair, purple eyes, wearing a black robe. She somehow reminded Quinn of his serious homeroom teacher before he transmigrated.

The rest… Quinn strained his eyesight but failed to see more details. Lady “Hermit” seemed very adept at concealing her body language…

While Quinn was observing “Hermit,” “Hermit” was also observing Quinn.

“Emperor,” younger in age. From the appearance… it’s a bit hard to distinguish the gender. Long green hair, wearing the bishop’s robe of the Mother Goddess of Earth Church. Most likely a member of the Mother Goddess of Earth Church, and at least Sequence 6…

His (Her) personality seems very lively, but also mixed with some slightly abnormal behaviors. Was he (she) contaminated by something?

The gathering began with the usual segment where “The Fool” read Emperor Roselle’s diary. Somewhat unusually, Lady “Hermit” seemed very shocked that “The Fool” could understand Emperor Roselle’s diary?

Could she be a fellow transmigrator? Quinn guessed in his heart.

After a while, “The Fool” leaned back, the information in his hand dissipated, and he smiled, saying: “You may begin.”

Speaking of which, pulling Quinn up to the gray fog consumed a lot more spirituality than usual…

Klein’s expression was obscured by the gray fog, making it hard to see clearly: He should be a Sequence 4 Demigod. This means there’s another powerful backer I can rely on, heh heh…

Quinn looked around and found that perhaps because of the new member, no one spoke first, and the air seemed a little silent…

He simply plucked up his courage and spoke first. He tried hard to keep his voice from trembling and said: “Th-that…”

Everyone’s eyes looked over in unison.

Quinn felt sweat on his forehead: “In the future, if you have suitable Beyonder materials and want to process them into some items, you can look for me. I will also provide some Beyonder items for sale at the same time…”

“And, and if anyone needs help, I can provide martial support…”

“Sequence 4 and below, I can handle… it won’t cost much money…”

Quinn, Quinn! You are already a Demigod, can you please speak with a Demigod’s confidence! Quinn recalled his stammering speech just now and wished he could instantly mix a “Social Anxiety Potion” and pour it into the mouth of his self from a few seconds ago.

In the face of social anxiety, the power of corruption and madness is so insignificant!

After listening to “Emperor’s” speech, a high-sounding word flashed across the minds of the Tarot Gathering members simultaneously:

“Demigod”!

In an instant, a silent atmosphere enveloped the Tarot Gathering above the gray fog.

Mr. “Emperor” is already a Demigod, a-aba… “Magician” Fors deeply felt the disparity of the world at this moment.

Just like the unscientific and un-occult male protagonists in Emperor Roselle’s writings, the seemingly young Mr. “Emperor” is already a Sequence 4 Demigod… while I am only Sequence 8 now…

A trace of shock flashed in “The Hanged Man” Alger’s eyes. He quickly calmed his superfluous body movements, only the surging thoughts churning in his heart remained.

To become a high-level person in power, Demigod is a must! Alger thought firmly in his heart.

Mr. “Emperor” is already a Demigod, yet still so shy? “Justice” thought in surprise and amusement.

At the same time, a sense of pride suddenly welled up in her—the Tarot Gathering is already a gathering of Beyonders involving the Demigod level!

“Mr. “Emperor.””

At this moment, “The World,” who was gloomy like a living corpse, suddenly spoke.

“Ah? Wh-what’s wrong?”

Quinn flinched all over. “The World’s” voice, which sounded like he was catching phlegm, closely resembled the Bat-Man with a laryngeal cancer voice from his previous life. Quinn was a little flustered.

“The World” raised his hand, indicating a need for a separate conversation space.

With “The Fool’s” rap of the cane, the endless gray fog surged, and “The World” and “Emperor” were separated.

“The World” crossed his arms and leaned forward, saying to “Emperor” Quinn: “In a while, I have a hunt planned against a Demigod.”

“He possesses a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, but his own condition is not at its best.”

“I request you to provide assistance for our operation…”

Klein knew Quinn was a member of the Church, so he used the Church’s Sealed Artifact classification standard when mentioning Sealed Artifact 0-08.

Grade 0 Sealed Artifact? Quinn was stunned, and then a name abruptly appeared in his mind—Ince Zangwill!

All Church personnel who stole Sealed Artifacts and defected would be wanted by the Churches of the Seven Orthodox Deities.

And one fallen bishop who ran away with a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was particularly dangerous—that was Ince Zangwill.

“The World” continued: “You don’t have to fight him head-on. You just need to protect my companion during the battle.”

For Klein, it didn’t matter if his Sherlock Moriarty disguise was dropped. His identity as Gehrman Sparrow would be known to this fellow transmigrator sooner or later, so there was nothing to hide.

Quinn pondered the pros and cons, then nodded, and whispered: “Okay.”

“Well, I don’t need Pounds as compensation.”

“I only need you to help me find a way to remove the contamination.”

“The World” nodded as if he had expected it and said: “Deal.”

The separated space returned to its original position. The members of the Tarot Gathering controlled their curious gazes and did not look at them.

The transactions continued. Several members of the Tarot Gathering also successively entrusted him with refining alchemical items, such as “Moon” and “Magician,” either for family or for friends.

Finally, “The Fool” gently tapped the mottled bronze long table, and the Tarot Gathering came to an end.

…

Quinn opened his eyes, slowly sat up from the bench, and stretched, as if he had just taken a quick nap.

Suddenly, Quinn felt something strange under his feet.

Looking down, letters were being trampled under his feet. Based on the feel, there were dozens of them.

What is this? Quinn was confused. He opened them one by one and found that all these letters came from the Mother Goddess of Earth Church. The envelopes did not contain letters, but rather orders written on parchment.

After the Church learned that he had advanced to “Ancient Alchemist,” they quickly assigned a portion of the Beyonder item creation tasks to him, and regular orders and Beyonder materials would be sent in the future.

In fact, this benefited Quinn in digesting his potion. On the other hand, the Church would record his contributions. After accumulating enough, he could even exchange the accumulated contributions for the Sequence 3 “Pallbearer” potion.

As the breeze blew, an agile little deer leaped out of the void. It lowered its head, gently placed the letter it was holding in its mouth next to Quinn, blinked its eyes, and circled around him affectionately.

“Sigh…” Quinn showed a bitter smile. He buried his face in the little deer’s neck and said helplessly: “I knew I would be exploited even in another world…”

“I have a lot to keep me busy in the days to come…”