Chapter 970 Talent at Soliciting Donations
After blankly following Ernes Boyar for a distance, Emlyn White gradually abandoned his thoughts.
He glanced at the area beyond the veranda as the downpour grew in intensity. He couldn’t help but think, How should I punish Ernes? Although he had done so because he likely followed orders or a cue, it’s still despicable!
As for Lord Nibbs... I presently do not have the ability. But wait, once I beco a marquis or a duke, I’ll definitely make him pay the price!
Miss Magician has already completed her exploration of the ancient abandoned castle. I’m not sure if Lord Nibbs had sent Sanguine to monitor the area... From her tone, description, and the feedback given by Mr. Fool, there was probably no monitors... Could it be that Lord Nibbs didn’t send any Sanguine to the vicinity of the ancient castle? But what’s the point of such a test? Or could it be that they missed it because of so problems?
Amidst his thoughts, Emlyn White felt that he needed to get soone to discuss the matter of punishing Ernes Boyar. He was severely lacking in such experience.
Subconsciously, the first candidate of choice that ca to him was The Hanged Man. This senior mber of the Tarot Club was shown to be extrely experienced in various matters. He was extraordinarily reliable and had never left the other mbers disappointed.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Emlyn struck down this choice. This was because this matter involved the Sanguine’s internal test. To consult the Tarot Club mbers before he obtained an answer damaged his pride and overall image of the Sanguine!
By the sa reason, he eliminated The World as a choice.
Of course, he believed he could guess the suggestion that The World would give: Kill him!
There’s no need to go that far... Emlyn mumbled inwardly. As he aimlessly tailed Ernes Boyar, he began expanding the candidates to the real world.
Then, he realized he didn’t have anyone to choose from. He almost had zero friends.
Eliminating his parents who were Sanguine as well, he only had two or three people in mind. They were the Harvest Church’s Father Utravsky and Detective Sherlock Moriarty, who had a mysterious background and a myriad of ans at his disposal.
Sherlock hasn’t returned after leaving Backlund. Sigh, I can only seek out Father Utravsky tomorrow. But I can’t be that direct... Emlyn quickly made up his mind. He walked past Ernes Boyar, who entered a watch shop, and headed for the end of the veranda where there were several rental carriages.
Getting in the carriage, he felt the wheels turning. He casually glanced out the window and saw more raindrops striking the glass, drawing out trails that streaked down.
In his blurred vision, carriages drove past.
Audrey retracted her gaze from the rainy scene outside the carriage and glanced at her lady’s maid, Annie, before communicating with Susie silently.
The look in her eyes, her expression, and her not obvious body language said: We’re almost ho. I’m a little nervous.
On the ground, Susie shook her tail, raised her paw, and adjusted the gold-rimd glasses hanging by her neck. Together with the changes in the colors of her Ether Body and Body of Heart and Mind, she expressed herself:
Don’t worry. That Ma’am Escalante, who’s a psychiatrist on the surface, is only a Telepathist. She won’t be able to see through your lies.
Audrey nodded gently and watched her carriage enter the Hall family’s luxurious villa and stop in front of the sheltered foyer.
Ever since joining the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation, she had begun spending less ti at ho. She had originally planned on eting Ma’am Escalante from the Psychology Alchemists at 22 Phelps Street in North Borough, but since Mr. Dwayne Dantès had left for the Southern Continent and wasn’t in the foundation, there was no need for that.
In the study she called her own, Audrey t Ma’am Escalante Oseleka who had black hair reaching her waist and a baby face.
“I must apologize. I’d been busy eting up with friends after returning to Backlund. My subsequent joining of the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation has delayed my eting with you until today.” After leaving Susie outside, Audrey elegantly bowed to express her attitude. In fact, this has been deliberate. By dragging out their eting for about a month, her digestion of the Psychiatrist potion and advancent to Hypnotist beca rather reasonable. It was the progress one would expect from a genius and nothing else.
Escalante returned the greeting without much thought.
“I heard that you have been busy with children who desire knowledge. Your virtues are more dazzling than diamonds.”
As Audrey gestured for her to sit, she walked to a single-seater and tersely acknowledged.
“Those children are in situations I’ve never seen before. There’s often a voice inside that’s urging to do sothing. Ma’am Escalante, if you’re free, you can join and the staff of the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation to go visit the different schools. There, you will get to see what most children in the world are experiencing.”
Having said that, she chuckled as though being self-deprecatory.
“I apologize. I’ve recently been accustod to kick-start such topics. It’s because I wish for more nobles and the wealthy to involve themselves in such charities. I hope they can donate more to help even more children.”
After hearing Audrey, Escalante replied sowhat uncomfortably, “I will do so. I’ll also donate so money to the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation.”
“No, I’m not forcing you to donate. This has to be an action that cos from the heart, and sothing voluntary. I only wish for you to take a look and then inform the people around you of these children’s plight and their possible futures. This includes the mbers of the Psychology Alchemists.” Audrey shook her head, rejecting Escalante’s suggestion.
“Alright.” Escalante first nodded gently in agreent before feeling that there was sothing ridiculous in this matter: Miss Audrey’s true motives were to solicit donations from the Psychology Alchemists.
But this was a secret, extraordinary underground organization!
This was no different from soliciting donations from the Aurora Order!
Audrey didn’t continue discussing matters related to the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation. Instead, she said, “Ma’am Escalante, I have sothing I’d like to inform you of.”
“What is it?” Escalante “read” the solemnity, joy, and pride from her actions and emotions.
Audrey smiled and said, “I’ve already beco a Hypnotist.”
“...” At that mont, Escalante suspected that Audrey had hypnotized her.
Although she knew that Audrey had obtained the Hypnotist potion formula previously, how long ago was that?
“You should be able to determine that I’m not lying,” Audrey said with a smile.
Only then did Escalante snap to her senses as she asked in surprise and doubt, “You seem to have so extraordinary encounter?”
“It’s to have the courage to make use of matters,” Audrey said things that couldn’t be any truer.
Escalante frowned and said with so hesitation, “You wish for the Sequence 5 potion formula?”
“Yes. What do I need to do, or what price needs to be paid?” Audrey didn’t hide her motives.
Escalante looked at the beautiful, blonde, and green-eyed lady in front of her and deliberated.
“This isn’t sothing that’s up to to decide. I will report it and try to arrange for you to et with Hilbert and Stephen.”
She was referring to psychologist ad jewelry designer, Hilbert Alucard, and furniture rchant, Stephen Hampres.
Clearly, in this group of Psychology Alchemists mbers, Escalante was in a subordinate position.
Audrey wasn’t surprised by Escalante’s reaction, but this didn’t an that her handling of matters wasn’t without a problem.
A Sequence 6 Beyonder who had the wish to advance was soone that required deep importance to be attached to in any secret organization. This was even the case with the orthodox Churches. They were people who were qualified to et high-ranking mbers directly!
This also ant that, after advancing to Hypnotist, Audrey was already an elite in the middle-ranking mbers of the Psychology Alchemists. Her next goal was to beco a quasi high-ranking mber. The person she needed to et was a councilor of the Psychology Alchemists’ Council, and not Hilbert or Stephen.
As her thoughts flashed across her mind, Audrey deliberately showed so of her displeasure.
Escalante acutely noticed this and hurriedly explained, “eting Hilbert and Stephen is to confirm your condition before a councilor ets you.
“In fact, with your present level, you should be leading a team and recruiting new mbers. But with your identity, status, and daily environnt, we have canceled that plan, afraid that it would influence your normal day-to-day life.”
Councilor... I wonder how many councilors from the Psychology Alchemists there are in Backlund... Could it be the royal family’s consultant, Hvin Rambis? Audrey nodded in thought and said, “I can understand that and will await your arrangents.”
She then diverted the topic and asked with a curious look, “Ma’am Escalante, do you know what’s the na of the Sequence 5 potion of the Spectator pathway?”
Seeing this blonde, green-eyed, young noble lady taking on such a demure pose, Escalante silently heaved a sigh of relief.
“I’ve once heard Hilbert ntion that it’s called Dreamwalker.”
Dreamwalker... This is sowhat different from what I imagined. Or it could be that “dream” is just an analogy. To be precise, it should be Subconscious Walker? Audrey didn’t conceal her contemplation and analysis before directing her questions to psychology and various information.
After having Escalante stay for dinner, she sent the lady to the door where she got on a carriage.
At this mont, it was dark outside with gales roaring and rain pouring.
Amidst the pouring rain, howling winds, and the dark night, a steam sailboat hybrid was cruising through the safe sea route in the Berserk Sea with tourists on board.
Klein had already left the Southern Continent and had returned to Desi Bay as Dwayne Dantès.
Amidst the shaking ship, he suddenly woke up, got out of bed, and headed to the window of his first-class cabin’s living room to look outside.
Amidst the downpour, three huge strange pure-black sailboats were silently cruising over.
Hanging on their sides were lanterns with three black sails on masts almost a hundred ters long.
And on its deck stood a mottled stone chair that was two to three ters high; its back facing the cabin. No one was sitting on it.
It was the Black Emperor-symbol of the King of the Five Seas, Nast!
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