Quin and Klein walked side by side on the streets of Bayam. The sky was gloomy, and dark clouds were slowly gathering, threatening to rain soon.

Quin's suitcase was no longer empty. He had visited different banks earlier and withdrew twenty thousand pounds in cash, stuffing the suitcase full.

Klein walked on Quin's left side, making every effort to avoid glancing at Quin's suitcase, staring straight ahead instead.

They were about to find a place to stay. Quin needed a safe space to complete the transaction with "the Fool", and Klein, well, he was "the Fool".

The salty sea breeze swept away the fallen leaves, gradually driving away the pedestrians on the street, enveloping the "Generous City" in a cold and desolate atmosphere.

As they turned into an alley, a series of hurried and unstable footsteps sounded.

Thump, thump, thump...

A familiar but broken figure stumbled into their view.

Quin carefully identified it and exclaimed in surprise, "Danniz!"

Danniz's consciousness was almost entirely enveloped in darkness, the wounds on his body constantly sending waves of excruciating pain. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

Struggling to raise his eyes, he saw Quin Fray and Germain Sparrow, both hiding faces of madness, appearing so familiar.

Thump!

Danniz fell backward, hands clutching his abdomen, exposing a gruesome wound, almost revealing his internal organs. He could barely think, but managed to utter a string of words:

"Tell the captain, Old Lynn has been found! 'Steel' Maivati, for, for that treasure!" Danniz grabbed Germain Sparrow's clothes, pulling him closer, and said.

"Treasure?"

Quin's curious face appeared from another corner of his vision.

Danniz had no time to explain. Gasping for breath, a sorrowful smile appeared on his face:

"Don't mind me, I'm dying..."

"Tell the captain, the money I saved has turned into, turned into real estate, in Bayam, Chestnut Avenue, numbers 12 to 16, the proof documents, the proof documents are hidden in, hidden in the basement wall of number 13, sell it for me, sell it, take the money to, to Nosie, the southern town of Inditis, give it to my parents, tell them, tell them, I've really made a fortune..."

Danniz paused, struggling to speak:

"Tell them, tell them I've become, a splendid, splendid adventurer.

"And... say sorry..."

His eyes suddenly moistened, as if recalling the rebellious boy he used to be.

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Sorry, old man, mom, I couldn't make it home... Danniz's vision darkened, feeling his life was about to end.

Suddenly, he saw Germain Sparrow reach out, pressing on his wound, then wiping it away. Quin followed suit, pressing where Germain had touched.

Danniz's grief was momentarily interrupted as the numbing pain in his chest and abdomen suddenly disappeared, and the intense pain in his left hand vanished.

He stared blankly at Klein and Quin, Klein looking back at him. Quin, with amusement in his eyes, was munching on artificially grown melon seeds.

"Why not, treat me first?" he asked blankly.

Klein turned his head and glanced at the other side of the lobby, where no one was present, and calmly said:

"After you've finished speaking.

"It's a matter of courtesy."

Quin followed:

"This is the basic respect for an 'excellent adventurer', hahaha..."

He had just finished speaking when he couldn't help but burst into laughter, almost vomiting.

Ah ah ah ah ah! Danniz roared in his heart, wishing he could burn his self from a few seconds ago. He rolled over and sat up, taking a glance at the smoking pier, feeling slightly relieved.

"Let's find a place to stay first." Germain spread out his hand and caught a raindrop.

Danniz looked at his undamaged abdomen and arms in amazement, feeling much more secure, and nodded immediately:

"Okay."

"No wonder you're an 'excellent adventurer', your mental resilience is excellent."

Quin glanced at Danniz, who had quickly recovered, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Don't mention what happened just now!"

Danniz's face flushed.

"Hahaha!"

"... "Klein, carrying luggage and a cane, walked ahead without speaking, with only one thought echoing in his mind:

"Darn it, everyone's richer than me..."

...

The "Azure Wind" Inn, Germain and Quin each rented a room, leaving Danniz puzzled standing in the hallway.

"The Fool from another time, the Yellow-Black King who controls good fortune, the mysterious master above the gray mist..."

Quin recited as he sat on a chair, in front of him were ceremonial items arranged on the coffee table, with a suitcase containing twenty thousand pounds in the center, alongside the reward for "the Hanged Man" and a small gift.

On the other side, Klein pushed the door open and walked to the sink, took four steps backward quickly, and entered the gray mist.

He clicked on Quin's red star, and a bright red light spread out, rendering the scene of Quin chanting softly.

Quin looked curiously as the vortex sucked the items on the table and then disappeared.

In the gray mist, Klein looked at the suitcase containing twenty thousand pounds, placed it next to a pile of miscellaneous items, and then clicked on the red star of "the Hanged Man", transmitting the image of Quin sacrificing the gold to "the Hanged Man".

On the other side, in the quiet inn, Aljay, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly received the image and the gold.

This... twenty thousand pounds... Aljay's eyes were unable to contain his own gaze, he restrained his greed, not knowing what belonged to him as an extraordinary person, most of it turned into extraordinary characteristics.

He turned his gaze to his share.

It was a leather box only slightly smaller than the other one. Seeing the not-small volume of the box, Aljay opened it with some curiosity.

The inside of the box was neatly arranged with five hundred pounds, emitting a faint, enticing scent of ink.

The remaining space was occupied by a large brown-yellow cloth bag.

Is this the "little gift" from Mr. Queen? Aljay picked up the brown-yellow cloth bag, curiously untying the rope, and looking inside:

The bag contained fist-sized brown-black spherical objects, totaling more than a dozen. Sandwiched among them was a folded piece of pure white paper.

He opened the paper and read:

"Hey hey, Mr. Hanged Man!"

"I suppose you've already received my little gift. As you can see, these are seeds."

Seeds? This big? Aljay touched his stubble, pondering the possibility of planting these plants on the ship. He continued reading:

"This is a special breed I cultivated. As long as these seeds are buried in the soil, they will mature in half an hour, with a high survival rate and relatively strong vitality."

"The adult size of these plants is not large, and they can be accommodated in a flowerpot. As for their function..."

"Hehe, I call it 'Cat Grass'!"

"They can continuously emit air