Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 234 "Red Maid" Makes Her Debut

Klein pressed down on his top hat with one hand and sat down next to the captain.

"Good evening, sir." He said with a smile and in a gentle tone.

Aierlan was startled by Klein's sudden appearance. He nodded and greeted Klein in a friendly manner, then cautiously clutched his wallet as he looked at Pado Meow.

Padmon's cat face wore an innocent, bewildered expression. It tilted its head and meowed meaninglessly, as if it couldn't understand what Ellan was wary of.

The kitten doesn't understand what you're doing.

Captain Erlan became more vigilant.

Yesterday, he casually fed Padoma a dried fish, and as a result, all the money in his pocket was gone.

He didn't dare go to Gehrman Sparrow, fearing he would be turned into the same gruesome fishman who died back then.

Klein sat down near Erland and ordered a South Wales beer.

He didn't reprimand Padma's behavior. Although Padma liked to steal, she would always leave behind a "blessing" after stealing.

Rather than calling it an equal exchange, it's more accurate to say that the person whose money was stolen made a fortune.

Although "Lucky Ones" theoretically do not have the ability to bless others, for some reason, Paddo is able to do so.

Klein glanced at the two arguing, then looked away and slowly drank his wine while listening to the other drinkers around him boast.

He drank very slowly because he genuinely wasn't used to the taste of this alcoholic beverage. If it weren't for maintaining his public image, he would have preferred a glass of juice.

Two or three minutes later, a short, thin man sat down next to Klein with his own drink.

“Dude, you seem like an adventurer.” He tilted his head slightly and smiled.

The man who greeted them had black hair and blue eyes, looked old, and had a rather sleazy demeanor.

“You could say that,” Klein replied curtly.

"I can tell you're a hunter, a hunter who chases bounties and wealth." The short man glanced around, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Have you heard of the 'Ghost Empire'?"

Do I look like an idiot?
Before Klein could answer, the short man was thrown out by another burly man.

The burly man, acting as if he were standing up for Klein, sat down next to him as if they were old friends and ordered two of the most expensive cured meats.

And so, Klein witnessed a classic scam.

First, a convincingly obvious scam is used to lure in the second person, successfully gaining the target's favor. Then, under the pretense of treating them to a meal, the scammer orders an expensive, specially prepared cured meat. Finally, the scammer turns on the victim, distorting the truth and forcing a sale...

Paddy the cat on Klein's shoulder witnessed this scene, bent down and whispered in Klein's ear, vibrating the air, in a voice that wasn't loud but loud enough for the strong man to hear.

"Wow, Brother Ke, he's playing a trick on you."

The burly man's pupils immediately contracted.

Extraordinary creature!

When the cat spoke, the entire tavern fell completely silent.

Klein simply took a sip of malt beer from the glass.

"Why not just rob it?" he asked.

"Wh...what?" The burly man stammered.

While the burly man was still talking, Klein quietly used his spiritual power to activate the "Red Dead Redemption" time-stop skill.

If you don't understand the difference in strength, you dare to challenge me, Gehrman Sparrow. You don't even have a one in ten thousand chance of winning. Take my Lion's Fang!

next second.

Clang!

A table next door collapsed, and the burly man was smashed heavily into it.

Click. A simulated pistol was shoved into the burly man's mouth, and Klein casually pulled back the activation hammer.

The burly man was momentarily disoriented from the impact, but he still stammered as if he wanted to say something.

“I…I…I am…” Logan mumbled.

Klein stared into his eyes, then suddenly drew his pistol and swung it violently, striking him in the side of the face with both the gun and his fist.

His teeth immediately fell out one by one, his mouth was full of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Padma jumped off Klein's shoulder and brazenly pulled out a handful of loose banknotes and coins from the burly man's pocket.

Klein took the coins, which he estimated to be no more than 5 pounds, tossed them onto the bar, and calmly said, "Keep the change."

Padma jumped onto the table and saw this scene.

He glanced down at the smashed table next to him and the over 10 pounds of expensive smoked meat on his own table, then at the coins and banknotes that were less than 5 pounds.

He blinked and asked, "Why not just rob it?"

"Too lazy to rob." Klein dismissed the pistol he had conjured, sat down again, forked a piece of cured meat, and popped it into his mouth to savor it.

The bartender behind the counter finally realized what was happening and quickly raised his hands, shouting, "My boss is White Shark!"

"It's no use if your boss commits suicide, I don't know him anyway," Klein thought to himself, but on the surface he didn't even glance at the bartender, simply pushing the second plate of smoked meat in front of Padmon.

Seeing that Klein showed no intention of continuing the attack and readily paid the money, the guards who had approached silently retreated.

Suddenly, branches and leaves sprouted from the strong man's body. The leaves withered quickly, and the man's skin became wrinkled, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

…………

A few minutes later, Klein walked out of the tavern.

He adjusted his hat, quickened his pace, and turned into the street next to him.

After changing direction several times, he suddenly slowed down and held a half-penny coin in his hand.

The gold coin kept bouncing between his fingers, as if it were scouting something.

Klein stopped as he turned into the alley.

The wind by the sea was cold and fierce, creating convection currents in the terrain, causing his wool coat to billow backwards and nearly causing his half-high silk hat to fall off.

Padma and Meow on his shoulder stretched out their paws and held his hat down.

Klein's eye twitched; his carefully cultivated handsome image had been ruined.

Klein suddenly turned around, and the smallest denomination coin in his hand shot out like a bullet, hitting the wall behind him with a bang.

He said in a low voice, "Come out."

After four or five seconds of silence, a figure emerged from the darkness, chuckled, and said, "Quite perceptive."

Klein raised an eyebrow.

The Rose Bishop? Doesn't seem like it; he's not crazy enough. So it must be a sealing artifact with a similar effect.

This was a man wearing a black cloak, who appeared to be around thirty years old. His eyebrows were yellowish-brown, and his eyes were deep blue yet bright. His features were not particularly striking, and he seemed to be of the race found in southern Intis and the surrounding areas of Lenburg and Segal.

very weak.

With just one glance, Klein immediately made a judgment.

"What do you want to do?" Klein, maintaining his public persona, pressed one hand on his top hat and looked at the man in the black cloak.

The man in the black cloak laughed again: "The fighting skills and methods you just displayed are very much to my liking. I came after you to ask if you'd be interested in joining us."

The man's name was Danitz, and he was a Sequence 7 arsonist.

(End of this chapter)