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Sharron thought for a moment. Since this Mr. Blessed also knew the method to decipher Emperor Roselle's diary, she no longer questioned the hidden existence. Instead, she turned to Aaron, stood up, bowed, and asked,
"Mr. Blessed, I wonder if you would be willing to trade the deciphering method for Emperor Roselle's diary?"
"I can provide Ms. Bernadette's contact information, and you can trade with her directly. The deciphering method will not be leaked."
"And the price she is willing to pay for this is a Card of Blasphemy."
Aaron sighed inwardly upon hearing this, "As expected of Bernadette, her offer is quite generous. What a pity! I really can't teach you Chinese."
Aaron didn't care if Bernadette knew about Roselle's romantic escapades with noblewomen and Demonesses in his youth. This was his family matter; even if it became known, Roselle brought it upon himself.
Aaron was more concerned about not letting Bernadette know about the transmigration. Moreover, only by controlling the source could he ensure a continuous flow, and by controlling the translation rights of the diary, he could better obtain assistance.
After some thought, Aaron put on a serious expression and replied,
"The secret symbols left by Roselle involve very high-level secrets. Even among the many Devotees of my Lord, only I know them. This is not tradable."
Sharron nodded silently and did not speak further. Louise-Silesia's eyes lit up, and she said,
"Mr. Blessed, if we also collect some of Roselle's diaries, could we ask you to translate them for us?"
"I am willing to pay for this."
Aaron glanced at the other members, whose faces showed interest, and nodded with a smile:
"Of course, you just need to remember the contents of the diary and present them here."
"I will inform you of the compensation required to exchange for the diary content based on the value of the diary you provide, and you can decide whether to exchange it yourself."
The information revealed at this meeting left all the members lost in thought and restless. No one spoke during the original discussion session.
Seeing this, Aaron smiled and manipulated the phantom on the throne to end the Council.
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As the dark golden light dissipated, Sharron quickly regained consciousness, sitting in her chair, recalling and organizing the information she had obtained from the meeting.
A moment later, Sharron began writing on a blank sheet of paper.
Folding the letter, Sharron found a candle in a drawer and began the summoning ritual.
After simply completing the preliminary steps, she placed the letter on the altar, stepped back two paces, and softly chanted in ancient Hermes:
"I!
"In my name, summon:
"Invisible beings roaming the upper realms, strange spirits friendly to humans, the exclusive messenger of Bernadette Gustav."
As soon as her voice fell, Sharron's spirituality suddenly stirred, and she instinctively activated her Spirit Vision.
But she saw nothing.
Then, Sharron discovered that the letter originally placed on the altar was gone.
"Queen Mystic's messenger is very special…" Sharron was stunned for a second, then sighed inwardly, and stared blankly at the flickering candlelight.
67 East Wall Street, Pritz Harbor, in the basement of the "Sea Shark Tavern," a beautifully decorated secret room.
In the empty room, Bernadette sat on a swing woven from pea vines, silently watching the clock nearby.
Suddenly, Bernadette's spirituality stirred, and she looked in one direction. Strange symbols appeared out of thin air, rapidly intertwining to form a "Secret Door" that seemed to lead deep into the Spirit World.
Immediately after, the "Secret Door" opened, and a strong wind blew out, transforming into a man with a human upper body and a swirling air lower body, wrapped in white cloth. He held a letter in his hand.
Bernadette's expression subtly changed, and she took the letter with a slight eagerness, staring at it for a long time without a word.
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Saturday, Empress Borough, Backlund, the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.
In the first-floor reception room, Aaron sat opposite Earl Hall, both holding a copy of the "Proposal for the Establishment of a Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee."
Yesterday, Aaron had his butler deliver a revised proposal to Earl Hall. Upon returning, the butler conveyed Earl Hall's wish to invite Aaron as a guest on Saturday for an in-person discussion.
After a fierce discussion and exchange of interests, Aaron and Earl Hall, or more accurately, the New Party, reached a consensus on this proposal.
At the top of the stairs on the second floor, Audrey wore two dangling earrings with small, delicate pendants inlaid with high-quality emeralds, which perfectly complemented her emerald-green eyes.
Around her fair, delicate neck was the Chain of Emeralds Aaron had given her. She wore a cream-colored, cinched-waist long dress, simple yet beautiful, tailored elegantly and gracefully, fully showcasing a maiden's vivacity.
"Finally, someone can properly manage Backlund's terrible weather. Aaron did so well. Hmm, Father is also great."
She listened sideways to the discussion in the reception room, praising them in her heart, her pure, emerald-green eyes revealing deep interest.
The golden retriever Susie sat squatting beside Audrey, silently cooperating with her.
Aaron picked up the "Proposal for the Establishment of a Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee," which had many revisions and corrections, stood up, and shook hands with the smiling Earl Hall.
The corner of his eye had already glanced towards a certain spot on the second floor; his keen spirituality had noticed Audrey as soon as she came down.
Audrey's gaze met Aaron's, and her cheeks flushed slightly, like a little girl caught doing something wrong by an adult. She quickly returned to her room with Susie.
Earl Hall also followed Aaron's gaze to the corner of the second floor and said with a chuckle,
"Haha, I heard you were coming today, Audrey dressed up for a long time and kept agonizing over which dress to wear."
"There are no outsiders at lunch today, so stay for a simple meal."
Aaron withdrew his gaze, smiled, and nodded.
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Southern Continent, East Balam, Harvest Plain west of Vartek City.
The figure of the "Shaman King" Klarman, with his fluffy, black-and-white hair, appeared. His face was as dark as water, and he held a scepter that was completely black like ink.
Klarman could use this to directly contact another angel of the Rose School of Thought, 'King of Curses' Barranca, which was also his confidence in pursuing Ricciardo, a member of the "Council of Fate" from the Life School of Thought.
"Did he escape to Vartek City? Damn it, that's the territory of the Church of Evernight, that cunning bug."
In his silent soliloquy, this "Shaman King," who had been active in the Southern Continent since the early Fifth Epoch and was even suspected by some of having died of old age, cast his gaze towards Vartek City to the east, his eyes dark.
Originally, he was pursuing Ricciardo alongside Mahmosi, who was a Sequence 3 Disicple of Silence.
However, Mahmosi, as a student of Suah, an important member of the Rose School of Thought, a descendant of the Pharaoh, and one of the leaders of the Highland Resistance, privately left at the most crucial moment of the encirclement and capture.
He was merely dispatched by Suah to pursue the two students of the fallen Reinette Tinekerr.
In Klarman's view, this directly led to Ricciardo's "lucky" escape, and he felt resentful but helpless.
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