Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 242 Exorcising Ghosts in Bansi Port

At night, the calls of crows or other birds can be heard from time to time in Ban Si Harbour, especially in windy and foggy weather, which makes the whole island seem even more gloomy and desolate, and even the sound of the waves cannot dispel this feeling.

Inside the Lime Cafe, the little girl Donna had just laid out her napkin when she saw Uncle Crivus arrive downstairs through the window.

At this moment, the weather at the port suddenly changed, with strong winds blowing and the trees swaying.

Ban Si Port truly lives up to its reputation as a "weather museum"... Donna began to examine the scenery outside with great interest.

Then she saw two people wearing black cloaks.

One of them was carrying a lantern, struggling forward in the wind.

Another person followed behind, holding a guitar-like instrument.

Seemingly sensing that he was being watched, the man in black robes in front of him turned his body to the side, raised his head, and looked towards the second floor of the restaurant.

Donna then saw the other person clearly. She saw that the head of the person inside the black cloak was empty, with only a bare neck from which bright red blood was gushing.

The black-robed figure behind them was also turned to the side, and like them, had no head.

The first man in black robes lowered his body again, pulled his cloak tighter, and continued forward.

The second man in black robes played his instrument and followed behind.

As she watched the two headless people leave, Donna could still hear faint, lingering sounds echoing in her ears.

"Huangfeng Ridge, eight hundred li..."

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A thin mist gradually spread, and the doors and windows of the surrounding two-story houses were tightly closed, dark and gloomy, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

Klein carried a dim lantern in one hand and a sturdy cane in the other, walking briskly along the extremely quiet street, heading towards the Lime Restaurant that "Flame" Danitz had pointed out.

During this period, Klein had no intention of leaving the White Agate.

However, he performed several more divinations and foresaw that there was great danger in Bansi Port.

Out of kindness, Klein decides to go to the Lime Restaurant and bring the passengers back to the ship.

After leaving the White Agate, Klein walked and pondered as he went.

“If every joyful traveler has their own aesthetic of joy, then I must be the one who achieves ‘happy ending’.”

"But Boss Gehrman, are you really a Pleasure Walker?" Padmon asked at this moment.

This question stumped Klein.

"Should... forget it?"

In truth, he didn't know whether he could be considered a Pleasure Walker, since he had only reached the [Pleasure] level through potions.

In his view, "potion" and "fate" should be two fundamentally opposite things.

The potion requires an act, a change of self, and following in the footsteps of others.

But destiny is the complete opposite. Destiny is more like idealism; you need to be firm in your beliefs and forge your own path.

So, what exactly should the Destiny Potion be?
To play a role? Or to forge one's own path?

"Has Boss Gehrman figured out how to play the role yet?" Padmon continued to ask.

Klein paused his thinking for a moment and answered Padmon's question instead: "Well, I have some ideas."

He raised his right hand, which was holding a cane, so that the collar of his purple tailcoat stood straight up, completely covering his neck.

Just then, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the scene, a dark shadow the size of a watermelon darted out of the mist and instantly pounced on his ear.

Without thinking, Klein swung his arm and forearm back and pulled out his cane.

boom!
The sudden black shadow was struck head-on as soon as it got close, sending it flying backward a long distance.

what?
With the help of the lantern's light, Klein was able to see clearly what had attacked him.

It was a head. It was a head that had lost its body and was hanging from its esophagus.

The head floated in mid-air, its face resembling dried cheese covered in mold, its skin, dripping with yellowish-green liquid, loose and sagging, yet still outlining the contours of its bones.

It had only two black holes left where its nose was, its eyes were mostly white with little black, bulging outwards, and its lips were mostly rotten, revealing sharp teeth mixed with blood.

"How disgusting," Padmo said.

The next second, withered leaves began to grow on that head.

However, the withered leaves simply fell off without affecting the floating head.

This is the first time that Padmon's ability has failed.

"What's wrong?" Klein reached out to support Padmo, thinking that something was wrong with her health.

The eccentric doctor activated his abilities, but couldn't detect any problems.

“I’m fine.” Padmon nudged Klein’s hand, indicating that she was alright.

As they were talking, Klein caught a glimpse of another similar head flying out of the mist on the side, trying to bite his neck.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Klein realized that he could continue playing the role now.

Scenes of artworks he had seen before flashed through Klein's mind.

What's the best weapon for fighting monsters?

There was no time for him to think it over carefully; Klein just picked one randomly, without caring whether it was suitable or not.

The next second, Klein raised his hand and touched his face.

His facial muscles immediately changed, and a small mustache and a straight eyebrow appeared on his face.

This was also a suggestion from Serres: while playing the [Recollection Artist], one could also immerse oneself in the role of the [Faceless Man].

The crimson light rapidly expanded, and golden light began to swirl around it.

Klein's figure quickly changed, transforming into a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe.

He threw out a yellow talisman, which landed squarely on the head of the person charging at him.

He certainly didn't know any talisman techniques, but he exercised some of the power of control over the yellow talisman he had recalled.

And just like that, the head was left frozen in mid-air.

Klein's cane quickly changed, and under the effect of illusion, it was replaced by a peach wood sword.

Klein mimicked what he had seen in movies, holding a burning talisman between his left and right hands, his peach wood sword piercing through the center of the talisman.

With another stroke, the peach wood sword was completely stained gold.

He raised his hand again and thrust. The blow struck the floating head squarely.

Flames erupted, golden light surged. The skin on the head quickly charred black, making a hissing sound.

Of course, these are all illusions, special effects.

That talisman was actually Klein mimicking the Yangyan Talisman he had used before, using illusion magic to disguise it as a talisman.

Boom!
With a flash of light, an explosion ripped the flying head apart from the inside out, sending countless fragments and blood scattering in all directions.

Thinking he looked cool, Klein performed a clumsy sword flourish, then sheathed his peach wood sword behind his back with the tip pointing upwards.

Meanwhile, Danitz had just finished dealing with the other head in a rather disheveled manner.

Upon seeing the drastically changed Klein, Danitz hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to say.

"Follow me." Klein glanced at Danitz, then turned and walked away.

Right.

Danitz then trotted after him eagerly.

(End of this chapter)