The secret diary of Rosel Gustav?
Emperor Rosel?
Surely, only such matters are worthy of the attention of a "fool" like Mr. Strong... Audrey was momentarily stunned, but then she realized that she didn't feel the slightest bit surprised.
It was said that Emperor Rosel had once read "The Desecrated Stone Plate", and it was said that the secret playing cards he created contained twenty-two divine pathways. This was something that every high-level strongman would definitely be concerned about!
"Diary? That's a diary?" Alger frowned slightly, keenly noticing a detail.
"Mr. Fool" called Rosel Gustav's legacy a diary in an affirmative tone!
How did he know?
How did he confirm it?
Did he master the interpretation of "Rosel's Secret Script"?
Facing "The Hangman's" questions, Klein replied with the desired effect by leaning back against the chair back, clasping his hands together, and answering in a relaxed tone:
"We'll consider it a diary for now."
He neither denied nor affirmed.
"It's said that Emperor Rosel's, um, diary, was written in his own invented secret script or symbols?" Audrey had heard other noble children mention this matter, but had never truly witnessed it. For a moment, she felt quite curious and asked aloud.
"Yes," Alger replied briefly, "Some people think it's a unique set of mysterious symbols, some believe it's a hieroglyphic script, but until today, no one has found the correct interpretation method. At least within the scope I know, it's like this."
As he continued, he turned his head towards Klein, seemingly seeking some affirmation, yet also seeming to be questioning something.
Those were evolved texts for several generations, no longer the original hieroglyphs. According to your thinking, how could one interpret it... Klein remained calm and chuckled inwardly.
As for the claim of treating it as a mysterious symbol, it instantly reminded him of some absurd and funny scenes:
An evil mage in a black robe with a hood, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a symbol on his arm, said to be from Rosel Emperor's legacy and having mysterious power. It was two cyan, large simplified characters:
"Stupid!"
Klein's mouth slowly curved upwards, his mood becoming even better.
After listening to "The Hangman's" description, Audrey said awkwardly:
"The symbols or texts we can't understand... How can we relay this to you, Mr. Fool? Or send it somewhere?"
This was an important question... I don't have a channel to secretly receive things yet... Klein didn't rush to answer. His crossed hands, with the thumbs apart and touching, touched and parted again.
Soon, he found an idea:
Since I can create a temple and a table here based on my own thoughts, couldn't I allow others to directly transfer the content presented in their minds to it?
Let's try...
At this moment, Audrey and Alger saw Emperor Fool, shrouded in a thick gray fog, slowly sit up straight:
"Miss Justice, let's give it a try. You imagine a piece of text and give an urgent desire to write it down. Um, you pick up the pen beside you and write on the paper."
Before Klein finished speaking, Audrey saw a yellowish-brown parchment and an dark red pen appear in front of her.
She picked up the pen with curiosity and wonder, following the instructions, imagining in her mind the poem that Emperor Rosel once wrote:
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
She examined the text and picked up the pen, giving the idea of presenting all of it.
Klein felt this "emotion", so he used the "pen" as a medium to guide.
As Audrey lowered the pen, she saw a line of words added to the parchment:
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
" Goddess, this is so amazing!" Audrey exclaimed in surprise, filled with emotion.
Then, she looked fearfully at Klein:
"Mr. Fool, can you read my thoughts in my mind?"
"No, I'm just a guide. I simplified the process of you writing the words and turned it into an imprinting method. If you yourself don't want or don't wish to 'express', then there won't be any trace left." Klein comforted her in a deep voice.
"Well, then... We just need to remember the appearance of those symbols or secret texts, and according to our will, we can directly present them?" Audrey let out a sigh of relief and asked in wonder.
"Yes." Klein replied briefly.
"This is indeed a good way. Miss Justice, don't doubt your memory. After becoming an 'audience', you will improve significantly in this aspect." Alger watched the previous attempt from the sidelines and felt that "Fool" was even more mysterious and powerful than he had imagined.
Regarding his own memory, he believed that with the next promotion, he would be able to achieve sufficient growth.
Regarding this, Audrey nodded happily and said:
"This is indeed a delightful hint. Mr. Hangman, for 'audience', what else do you want to teach me?"
At this point, she turned her head upwards:
"Fool Mr., I will do my best to complete your task and try to collect more of Emperor Rosel's secret diaries."
"I said that I am a person who likes equivalent exchange. The payment I prepaid only equaled two pages of the diaries for each person. If there was any extra, I would give it to you as well." Klein calmly said in a tone that didn't take advantage of children.
As for where the extra payment came from, it was of course the new Emperor Rosel's secret diaries, which would form a good cycle.
"You are truly a generous man, Mr. Hangman." Alger stood in silence for a few seconds, stroked his chest with his hand, and bowed slightly.
After the bow, he turned to "Justice" and said:
"I'll emphasize again, the audience is always just an audience."
"I know. Many audiences like to imagine themselves as the protagonist or other characters, thus investing a lot of emotions, so that they cry with the drama, laugh with the drama, get angry with the drama, and feel sad with the drama. But this is not what you, this 'audience', should do."
"Facing one after another 'dramas' in the secular society, facing those who consciously or unconsciously play certain roles, you must maintain an absolutely detached attitude. Only in this way can you calmly and objectively examine them, discover their habitual actions, detect their lying habits, smell their tense smell, and grasp their true thoughts from various subtle clues."
"Believe me, everyone naturally secretes different 'things' due to different emotions, emitting different smells. But only the true 'audience' can smell them."
"Once you get emotionally involved, your observation will be affected, and your perception of others' emotions will deviate."
Audrey listened attentively, her eyes becoming even brighter:
"It sounds very, very, very interesting!"
Klein heard this in his ears and felt a stir of excitement:
"The requirements of the 'audience' potion seem to be 'be an absolutely neutral audience'. This is equivalent to a certain degree of role-playing..."
Role-playing?
Did Emperor Rosel say that "role-playing" meant this?
Then I need to play the role of "diviner" and gradually digest the potion?
Just as Klein was lost in thought, Alger finished explaining the "audience" requirements he knew, and pondered for a moment before saying:
"It seems there's nothing left?"
"Perhaps we can just chat casually, talk about what's happening around us. Maybe the ordinary news for ourselves can be very important clues for others."
"OK." Klein came to his senses and nodded slightly. He had already decided to try playing the role of a "diviner", and since it seemed there wouldn't be any negative impact, he thought so.
"Let's start with Mr. Hanged Man?" Audrey agreed with interest.
Alger thought for a moment and said:
"The pirate who calls himself 'General Ludwell' has begun another voyage to explore the eastern end of the Sunia Sea."
"Well, the owner of the 'Black Tulip'?" Audrey asked with deliberation.
"Yes," Alger nodded in reply.
I don't know who it is... Klein listened quietly, considering what information he should give, something that wouldn't expose him but would provide feedback on the intelligence.
Soon, he made a decision, maintaining the "wise man" image, and with his fingers rubbing the edge of the bronze table, he said:
"As far as I know, the Order of the Mystics has lost a book of notes belonging to the Antigonus family."
This news wasn't only known by the night watchmen in the town of Tingen; the Order of the Mystics, as well as their close associates, the extraordinary individuals, also knew it.
"Notes of the Antigonus family?" Alger repeated, shaking his head with a low laugh, "I'm really curious about the reaction of the Night Goddess Church upon learning this news."
Why only the Night Goddess Church? Klein was acutely aware of the problem but didn't know how to speak up.
That would destroy the mysterious and profound image of "the wise man".
At this moment, Audrey spoke with suspicion:
"Why are you curious about this? Will the Church of the Goddesses have any special reaction?"
Alger smiled and said:
"The Antigonus family was destroyed by the Night Goddess Church."
"Specifically, was it at the end of the fourth age or in the early days of the current age? I'm not quite sure."
This... Klein's eyes narrowed, and a chill suddenly emerged in his body:
"So it seems that the night watchmen's emphasis on this book of notes belonging to the Antigonus family is far beyond my imagination!"
"Since they proposed that I become an extraordinary individual, 'having certain merits' and 'preventing danger' should only be a small part of the reasons. What they hope for is that I enhance my inspiration, which will help me find the notes."
"Regarding this, the captain didn't hide anything. He mentioned it, but I didn't pay attention at the time..."
After listening to "Hanged Man's" explanation, Audrey spoke with great interest:
"I never thought there was such a thing... "
"Alright, it's my turn. I'll think about what to say."
She slightly tilted her head, rested her hand on her forehead, and smiled before speaking:
"Yesterday, my etiquette teacher was teaching me how to faint, how to faint gracefully and politely, these are practical skills for avoiding awkward situations and annoying people in social settings... Hehe, I was organizing my words just now. What I really wanted to say is that since the defeat in the war on the coast of Balondong, the king, the prime minister, and all the gentlemen have felt great pressure and have a strong desire to change."