op-level powerhouses noticed the abnormality too early.
After all, the low- and middle-sequence formulas are all in the hands of a few people or forces.
If I know the formula for no reason, it will inevitably not arouse their interest.
This is not to disclose that’s fine, you must know that some gods claim to be ‘omniscient’! Oh, maybe the abilities of my golden finger are more than what I have summed up, and most of its powers are probably helping me hide from the gods and the old days? Maybe I should join the Tarot Club and use Origin Castle to help cover up, so that I can free up more abilities of my golden finger?”

While Abner was dreaming, the door of the restaurant was pushed open and a middle-aged man in blue overalls walked in.
He had a sad face and looked around for a while before finding a conspicuous seat and sitting down, ordering a cup of coffee.
(If you don’t order something, you will be thrown out)

Abner only took one look at him and judged from the details of his behavior and face that this man should be a skilled worker with a decent income.
This is one of the benefits of improved insight.

A short girl, no more than 1.5 meters tall, walked into the restaurant with steady steps.
Her cheeks were slightly chubby, and her features were delicate and soft.
Despite her messy, shoulder-length yellow hair and traditional knight training attire, she had a majestic and believable charm.

Abner’s gaze was immediately drawn to this girl.
It was not out of lust, but rather because of the extraordinary aura emanating from her body that almost made his pure white eyes open spontaneously and fall into a coma.
He forced himself to look away, but couldn’t help but click his tongue in his mind: “As expected of Backlund, even a restaurant as poor as this can have extraordinary people! I need to learn how Klein opened his spirit vision in the novel and set a ‘switch’ hint for my pure white eye so I don’t lose my composure like that again.”

The girl who had just entered the restaurant looked at Abner strangely, feeling that the man’s eyes were indescribable, but she didn’t say much.
Instead, she went straight to the man in overalls and asked seriously: “Mr.
Ryan Hardy?”

The man stood up quickly, as if frightened, and replied respectfully: “It’s me! You are the famous ‘arbiter’ Miss Hugh?”

The girl named Hugh nodded and said: “That’s right.
Don’t be nervous, sit down.
Why did you ask someone to find me? Please explain everything clearly.” She then took the seat opposite the man.

The middle-aged man, Ryan, nodded quickly and sat back in his seat.
He called the waiter to order a cup of coffee for Hugh [1].

Abner had finished his breakfast at this point and was about to leave when he heard the words ‘Hugh’ and ‘Arbitrator.’ He narrowed his eyes and didn’t get up in a hurry.

“Could this girl be Miss Judgment of the Tarot Society in the future? Well, her name matches and her appearance and clothes also match the description in the novel, especially her height… Plus, the majestic look on her body feels…this is not long after taking the potion, and it hasn’t been fully cured yet.
The power of the potion is still overflowing?” Abner reasoned unconsciously, feeling more and more that his judgment was correct.
Lyon had already spoken of his predicament.

It turned out that Mr.
Ryan was a steam machinery maintenance worker with a good income.
However, his son had suddenly fallen ill a while ago.
In order to see a doctor for his son, he had to borrow money from a loan shark connected to a gang leader in the East District.
But due to a trap in the loan contract, he found that the interest rate was several times higher than he had expected and he couldn’t even repay it if he went bankrupt.
When negotiations with the leader failed, he was desperate and overheard the name of the “arbiter” Hugh Dilcha, so he asked someone to contact Hugh, hoping that she could persuade the other party to waive the unreasonable portion of the debt.

“This is the case in “Lord of the Mysteries” where Hugh first persuades the other party physically and ends up in prison?” Abner rubbed his chin.
“I can’t find a suitable entry point to help her for the time being.
It’s possible to get acquainted with her in the name of selling the Arbiter Sequence 8 formula, but unfortunately, without a reliable arbiter and host, she can’t judge the authenticity of the formula at all and she definitely won’t buy it… It seems that joining the Tarot Society has one more reason.
There may not be a more convenient and safe trading platform in this world than Origin Castle.
Too many formulas will definitely attract covetousness and danger.”

As Abner secretly sighed, Hugh had already finished talking with Ryan and told him that an investigation would be conducted, asking him to wait patiently.
She assured him that there would be results within two or three days.
Hugh stood up and left without hesitation, but gave Abner another serious look before leaving, as if remembering his appearance.

“Miss Judgment’s intuition is very keen.
My pure white eyes were almost opened before, but it still made her alert!” Abner knew Hugh’s attitude well and was not nervous.
After all, this lady is a kind and upright person and would not harm him.

On the other side, Hugh returned to the rented house and saw the “well-known” writer who was rented with her lying on the couch like a salted fish.
She pursed her lips and couldn’t help saying: “Forsi, I just picked up a mission and need your help.”

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[1] Hugh Derecha

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