NOVPUB"Don’t take pity on me just for these things, okay."
Talia crossed her arms over her chest, uncomfortably averting her gaze.
Lanci always made sure she was well-fed, which was both sweet and infuriating. If he were just a little bit nicer to her or a tad more unbearable, she wouldn’t feel so awkward.
"I’m going to make dinner now."
With those words, Talia planned to leave the study to cook with Cat Boss on the first floor.
"Wait, Tata, let’s go over the Communication Magic Cards from Landry first."
Lanci called out to Talia.
She hesitantly stopped in her tracks.
"Are you planning to contact that organization?"
Talia returned to his side, sitting in another chair at the desk.
"Miss Unity from the Allied Forces said she would do her best to help me search, but she didn’t promise anything. I’m not familiar with the capital of South Crayney. The only chance I have to find someone from the Nixasende region in the northwestern border is to hope for that organization or the contact left by Nigel from the Poseen Kingdom."
Lanci took out a stack of Magic Cards as he answered.
In his hand were Landry’s belongings— to play the role of Landry flawlessly without any slipups, he now carried Landry’s own Magic Cards every day.
Among the luminous Magic Cards, the most conspicuous was the pink, translucent card— the Sacred Communication Magic ["Ultra Long-Distance Communication Program-7"] which even he and Talia had never seen before.
"Are you sure it’s safe to find this organization?"
Talia looked at the Magic Card by her side, still feeling that the Pink Holy quality Communication Magic was too extravagant, the organization must be exceptional.
"I won’t search in the group chat; I’ll just ask Number One to help me."
Lanci remembered Number Two saying that everyone in the organization would try to help each other out as much as they could.
Besides the group chat, only Number One and Number Two had the privilege of private conversations.
That is to say, under the premise of not revealing one’s own identity, the purpose of this organization was to engage in mutually beneficial trades, as evidenced by the specially crafted Pink Holy Level Communication Magic Card, which showed that the organization might have considerable resources. He might actually be able to get a female identity from the Nixasende region of the northwestern border.
For matters related to his fiancée, with Number One there was no need to worry about others knowing his identity.
Number One must be the only person in the organization who clearly knew Landry’s identity.
No need for much explanation, Number One would surely understand his situation.
While they were chatting unhurriedly, the surface of the semi-transparent card suddenly rippled with breath-like pink waves.
"What’s going on?"
Talia’s gaze shifted from Lanci’s face to the Magic Card in his hand.
"It seems someone in the organization is speaking."
Lanci gently touched the Sacred Communication Card.
This time it wasn’t like last when Number Two privately messaged him; it was a group message.
He had not encountered messages in the group chat before; it seemed they would not casually chat during the daytime on workdays to avoid disturbing others, or they were all too busy, with no one possessing a real identity in the Empire who could afford to do nothing during the daytime.
The information gradually flowed into their minds.
[Mercy (Number 3): Does anyone have access to data on the principle of Magic Energy Fission from the Saint Kray Monastery? My boss is interested and could do you a favor later.]
There it was, just a single message like this, appearing only in their sight.
"Isn’t this an opportunity?"
Talia exclaimed in surprise.
As someone who inherited the traits of the Great Love Poet, she could share Lanci’s Magic Card after he handed it over to her.
"Number 3, the first time I’ve seen this person."
Lanci also tapped his forehead.
This Mercy, Number 3, must be an early member and a veteran of the organization.
In Landry’s mysterious Communication Magic Card, the contact list didn’t use real names, only nicknames.
Landry’s nickname was "Justice," by default tagged as Number 7. The Communication Magic Card also allowed for annotating contacts, but Landry had never modified any notes for any contacts.
The person who had just spoken, their Communication Card should end with -3, and from the looks of it, they were still serving other powers, with bosses of their own, a behavior that was tacitly condoned by Number One.
The flexibility of the organization was greater than Lanci had anticipated.
"Do you want to sell this information? After all, you’ve already given a copy to the Allied Forces. The more smokescreens, the better for you."
Talia asked Lanci. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I’ll think about it. After all, sending it out would make it easier for others in the organization to associate me, Number 7, with the Saint Kray Monastery."
Lanci mused.
Right now, he didn’t want the Mysterious Organization to find out too much about him.
Apart from Number One and Number Two, who couldn’t privately chat, if someone could provide information, they could only post it in the group without revealing their offline identity for everyone to see.
Since he was a fake Landry, before he could figure out the organization’s patterns, the more he spoke, the more mistakes he’d make. Thus, even if he wanted to join the organization’s conversations, he decided it was better to wait.
The Magic Card lit up once more with a translucent pink glow.
[Hope (Number 9): I’m also very interested, although it doesn’t really serve any practical use for me.]
Someone immediately responded.
[Mercy (Number 3): Not even you have it?]
[Hope (Number 9): Please, if I dared to inquire and then trade this information, the Empire’s Special Operations Department might be knocking on my door within two hours.]
"Is Number 9 an information broker?"
