Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 235 I will watch over you forever...

Klein was momentarily taken aback upon hearing the recruitment invitation from the man in front of him.

I just used Time Stop in the tavern. How dare you, an Extraordinary Being who is not even Sequence 5, recruit a man who used Time Stop?

But then, Klein thought of a possibility.

Could it be... that he's too weak and didn't realize it was time stop, simply mistaking it for me being too fast...?

But didn't his spirituality give him any warning? That's incredibly weak!
Danitz was still going on and on: "I am Blazing Danitz, the fourth boatswain of the 'Golden Dream,' a ship under 'Iceberg Admiral' Edwina Edwards. That cat on your shoulder is an extraordinary creature, isn't it? It will make your life at sea even more dangerous. Joining us would be a good thing for both you and your cat..."

"The Flame Danitz with a bounty of 3000 pounds?" Klein suddenly asked.

Just as Danitz was about to answer, he suddenly had a feeling.

It felt as if the other person standing in the dark alley had transformed into a veteran who had fought on the battlefield for decades and fought in hundreds of battles, large and small. The aura of iron and blood seemed to fill Danitz's nostrils in an instant.

This is the aura of the heart that Klein obtained in the simulated universe the day before yesterday.

It's not very useful; it's just a simple special effect.

It's only good for scaring off extraordinary individuals like Danitz who are in the middle order.

Danitz clenched his fists abruptly, his body losing its previous ease and becoming so tense that it trembled slightly.

His intuition told him that he was facing a terrifying monster.

At this moment, Padma, the cat on Klein's shoulder, suddenly spoke up.

She said, "Brother Ke, look! The gold pound is talking!"

Danitz's body stiffened even more.

He stood frozen, his back drenched in cold sweat, too afraid to move.

In this state, Danitz had no idea how much time had passed until Klein spoke again: "Why are you here?"
"I...I'm on vacation..." Danitz's pride made him disdain to answer the question, but instinct made him blurt out the reason.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the other person withdraw their gaze, and the feeling of iron and blood mixed together disappeared.

He stood there, watching the young adventurer in a purple tailcoat, iron exoskeleton gloves, a half-high silk hat, and gold-rimmed glasses walk towards him, before passing by him just before he could resist using his extraordinary abilities to attack.

Once the figure disappeared into the distance, Danitz straightened his back and tugged at his cloak.

“A terrible fellow…” he sighed silently, “and his cat too.”

Suppressing his heart palpitations, he reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette.

At that moment, his movements suddenly stopped.

The cigarette pack is still there, but where is his wallet?
…………

“This kid’s got some money. Looks like being a pirate is really lucrative.” Klein opened Danitz’s wallet and counted the gold pounds inside.

This was something that "coincidentally" fell out of Danitz's pocket as he passed by him.

How lucky!

"Where to go next?" Padmo asked.

“Hmm…” Klein frowned and thought for a moment, then his brows relaxed. “Just point in any direction.”

Padmon twitched its whiskers and complained, "So, I've evolved from a mascot into a treasure hunt machine, haven't I?"

"This is a small step in your evolution, but a giant leap for us," Klein joked, tacitly agreeing with Padmon's statement.

As he turned a corner, Klein suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Oh, no need.” Klein looked in one direction. “It seems like there’s a place worth checking out.”

Following Klein's gaze, Padmon looked at the familiar-looking building, tilted her head, and blinked.

Church of Mercy.

Strange, we should have already left Backlund, so why are we seeing the Church of Mercy again?

Is Masaka an illusion?

Damn it, when did this happen...?

"What kind of looks are those two giving me? Do you think there's only one church in the whole world, the Church of Pleasure?" Serres's voice suddenly rang out.

"Meow!" Padome was startled by Serres.

Even though a cat's reaction is seven times faster than a cat's, Paddo still doesn't know when Serres arrived.

"Whoa, why are you everywhere, Serres?" Pado Meow turned around and looked at Serres behind her.

How old are you?

Serres had already circled around to stand in front of Klein.

"How about that? Didn't expect that, did you? I can be wherever I want. That's what I mean by 'I think, therefore I am'."

“I don’t think this means the same thing,” Klein retorted.

“For me, that’s all it means.” Serres held up a finger and shook it. “You’ll understand when you’re my age.”

"So why did you go to sea too?" Klein didn't intend to discuss this kind of sentence comprehension with Serres, and instead changed the subject by asking Serres why he was there.

“Me?” Serres said, resting his chin on his hand. “I don’t know either. I just felt it was a bit unreasonable that Backlund was the only place with a church, so I thought I’d come and see other places too.”

"Great! Brother Ke's influence is gradually expanding outwards. Dominating the world is just around the corner!" Padmon said enthusiastically.

Klein looked helpless, but Serres noticed Padmon's choice of words.

“Pado, did you just mention Brother Ke?” Serres asked.

"Hmm...is there a problem?" Padoma tilted her head in confusion.

This nickname has been used for months, and I've never seen Serres have any objections before.

“Don’t you have new identities now?” Serres said. “Klein has changed his name to Gehrman Sparrow, so if you still call him Brother Klein, won’t you give yourself away?”

“That makes sense.” Padmon wagged its tail. “Then we need to change the title to something more fitting for an adventurer. Hmm… let me think… I’ve got it, let’s call him Boss Gehrman.”

"But isn't your boss Kevin?" Klein remembered that Pado called Kevin "Boss Kevin".

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Klein regretted them.

I was so engrossed in chatting that I didn't think before I spoke, and I completely forgot that Kevin was dead.

"So what?" Padmon seemed completely unconcerned, proudly raising her chin. "You can all be my boss, you can all protect me. Boss Kevin, Boss Klein, Boss Gehrman, Boss Serres."

“From now on, I’ll call you Boss Serres,” Pado Meow said to Serres.

“Hey, don’t.” Serres raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t want to become Gehrman’s hunting target.”

Although Klein hasn't started hunting yet, his choice of the name "German" already makes his intentions quite clear.

“How could I dare?” Klein replied cooperatively.

As he spoke, he used his ability to mourn the performer to observe Padmon's emotional changes, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no major reaction.

Serres noticed this and exchanged glances with Padmon.

Didn't I put all their data into the simulated universe? Didn't you tell Klein?

Padma grinned.

Hey.

Sometimes it's really funny to see Brother Ke's self-reproachful little expression.

Serres withdrew his gaze and began to think.

Why don't I remember Pado having this scheming personality?

But then I thought about it again. Pado grew up in Twilight Street, a place teeming with talented people, and grew up surrounded by thieves, hooligans, killers, drug dealers, arms dealers, mad scientists, and aliens.

If you really think she's an innocent little flower, then you're in for a surprise – you'll be fooled even into giving up your underwear.

"But why is the church here still a slum?" Padmo also looked away, glanced at the church, and changed the subject.

“This is a colony, you can’t expect a church in a colony to be very luxurious.” Klein followed Pado’s gaze.

“No, no, no, you should look for the problem within yourself,” Serres retorted.

"What a joke, the church in Backlund is all healed, okay?" Klein refused to admit that it was his fault.

“Doesn’t that prove it even more? Because you left Backlund.” Serres argued, “You’ve already left.”

“A pound of pears,” Klein immediately pointed at Serres, “Miss Justice clearly donated ten thousand pounds, where is the money?”

Serres looked up at the sky: "Oh dear, it's been three months already, how do you still remember?"

"Ten thousand pounds! I'll remember that for the rest of my life!"

“I will watch over you forever…” Klein looked at Serris with a deep gaze.

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(End of this chapter)