Chapter 10: I'm the Golden Thigh!
Zhou Mingrui was roaring inwardly, but on the surface, he could only struggle to maintain the stability of the Gray Mist, preventing himself from disconnecting on the spot due to intense emotional fluctuations.
However, his fingers, which had been lightly tapping the edge of the Bronze Long Table, had stopped at some unknown point and clenched into a fist.
Beneath that face shrouded in gray mist, which should have been unfathomable, was a twisted and yearning expression that was on the verge of breaking.
The mask of "The Fool" was heavier than ever!
To avoid showing any weakness, he even had to maintain a silent facade, as if "this is no big deal" and "he doesn't care at all."
Acting unfathomable.
The expressions of the others were no less strained than Zhou Mingrui's.
Audrey felt as if she had been struck by a massive stroke of luck.
All formulas.
These four words were like the sweetest incantation, making her feel a bit lightheaded, as if she were stepping on clouds, having lost her bearings.
Ah?
Ah!
Ah.
Ah... her mind went blank, and in her emerald eyes, there was only that figure leaning lazily and casually against the back of the chair.
She didn't know how many Beyonder Pathways existed in this world.
But for the first time, Audrey felt she had severely lost her composure; her heart pounded wildly, and a flame named desire unconsciously ignited within her.
But... what price could she pay?
She subconsciously began to weigh her options.
Money? Even the greatest banker in Backlund had to be respectful before her father, but would money have any meaning to such a mysterious existence?
Status? Her identity as the heir of Count Hall was incomparably noble in the mortal world, but here, it probably wouldn't even count as an entry ticket.
Possessing the secrets of all potion formulas... hearing Mr. Alger's previous buildup, Audrey knew that this was definitely not a mundane power, and might even far exceed the high-ranking members of the official churches.
At the thought of this, that soaring joy suddenly turned into a trace of indescribable loss.
She suddenly had a moment of realization.
It turns out I am not such a person without desires after all.
It's just that in the past, given my status, everything I wanted could be easily obtained.
And now, for the first time, I have encountered something I truly want but might not be able to get.
This intense desire intertwined with a sense of helplessness, creating a different kind of confusion in her heart for the first time... leaving aside the psychological transformation and insights Audrey experienced because of a single sentence from Nairn.
Alger's thoughts were much more direct—
Which ancient noble family's scion is this?
After the shock came a bone-deep horror and... shame.
What was he thinking just now?
A frivolous and arrogant noble scion? An impatient young man?
Alger, oh Alger, where have your experience and composure gone! How could you so easily make such a stupid judgment about an unfathomable existence!
That strange phrase, "what is your problem?", looking back now, was hardly some delirious nonsense from getting carried away!
That wasn't recklessness; it was clearly a more sophisticated, more subtle probe!
A mysterious language that he couldn't understand at all, unique to ancient inheritors—a secret code!
He was using this method to declare his identity and origins to Mr. Fool, who sat at the head, while also testing Mr. Fool's background!
The meaning was obvious: "We're just exchanging greetings; I know this language, which means I also come from a powerful and ancient source."
"Don't be ignorant of the stakes."
"Everyone, show some respect!"
The hidden meaning behind it was simply chilling!
And Mr. Fool's reaction? He caught it! He didn't show any surprise or anger; he just calmly began this gathering.
This in itself was a form of tacit consent! An acknowledgment!
Alger felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his back.
It turned out that on a level he was unaware of, two terrifying existences had already completed a silent confrontation and probe.
Meanwhile, he, like a Clown, was still smugly pleased with himself for his own composure and even mocking the other's youthful impetuousness in his heart.
Alger instantly imagined a top-level confrontation that he completely failed to comprehend, yet seemed incomparably logical.
He felt his face flush with heat and even felt a bit of shame for his previous rash judgment.
Seriously.
Alger, oh Alger, how could you be so frivolous! So arrogant!
He felt a deep sense of shame for his previous judgment and a lingering fear for his previous thoughts.
Fortunately, fortunately, he hadn't shown any contemptuous behavior; otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, it wasn't too late to make amends.
At this moment, the core members of the Tarot Club, as the founding team, reached a consensus in the eerie silence.
This gentleman of unknown name, who had spoken so startlingly from the start... was a true Golden Thigh!
They had to cling tightly!
Cling for dear life!