Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 243 Tudor in the Mirror

"Are you alright? Why isn't your ability working?" Klein didn't care whether Danitz kept up or not, and continued to talk to Padmon.

"Hmm...it shouldn't be our problem. I've been thinking about it, and maybe it's because they're corpses, so they won't get disease. The wilt disease simply won't have any effect on them."

Klein nodded knowingly.

Indeed, this is merely an extraordinary ability of Sequence Eight, and it's still just a disease in the real sense. Its effect on inanimate objects is very limited.

During their conversation, they soon arrived at the Lime Restaurant and met several passengers from the White Agate who had just escaped from the restaurant.

And he also dealt with the flying head who was about to attack them.

He adjusted the "Pure Yang Scarf" on his head and walked forward.

Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt.

…………

Serres followed the headless man in black robes to the vicinity of a house.

The fog is so thick now that we can't see the houses in front of us at all.

Only a faint street and rows of houses could be seen through the fog.

Fortunately, Serres, who has no head, also has no eyes, so he is unaffected by the mist.

Through the mist, Serres saw a wooden sign above the door with several Rune words written on it.

"Bansi Port Telegraph Office".

"Wow!" The headless Serres exclaimed from his throat, using his vocal cords that were stuck in his throat.

The headless man seemed to have no fixed goal, pausing briefly at the entrance of the telegraph office before turning and leaving.

But this time, Serres didn't follow. He remembered that the original Lord of Mysteries had repeatedly mentioned that there was something wrong with this telegraph office, which had always intrigued him.

He hadn't seen the Ring of Destiny, but he knew it was related to the City of Source Calamity.

He put away his instrument, raised his hand, and knocked on the door casually.

A calm voice came from inside the telegraph office, shrouded in a light mist: "Are you here to send a telegram?"

"Please come in."

Serres, wearing a top hat, thanked him and pushed open the door to the telegraph office.

Almost simultaneously, he saw a grayish-white mist; it was a room.

Through the room's window, one can see streets and other houses faintly visible through the light mist.

Serres didn't seem to do anything, but his body seemed to be labeled "reasonable" in an instant. Anyone who saw him would think, "He should be here," and "There's nothing wrong with how he looks."

Even if he doesn't have a head now.

The telegraph office was not quiet; on the contrary, it was noisy and bustling, as if many people were talking.

"Are you sure you want to go in?" A gentle male voice suddenly sounded in Serres's ear.

Serres turned around without any surprise.

"Of course, I'm very curious."

“I thought there was nothing you didn’t understand,” the priest said with a smile, his eyes as clear as a baby’s.

"Don't worry, we won't let the pollution spread." Serres stopped beating around the bush with Adam.

“Of course, I trust you completely.” Adam nodded gently.

Serres chuckled twice and changed the subject, asking, "How's the digestion of the [Elegy of Prayer] potion going?"

“Thanks to you,” Adam said, his face betraying no emotion, “I have found many memories of civilizations before their demise in the diary you gave me.”

Serres stepped into the telegraph office and casually closed the door behind him.

His voice reached Adam's ears along with the sound of the door closing.

"Don't worry, I didn't do those things."

"At least what I showed you wasn't it."

Adam's figure vanished silently, merging into the air.

Unlike what it appeared from the outside, there was no fog inside Bansie's telegraph office. Closing the door, Serres found himself standing in a spacious, brightly lit room with rows of seats on either side, occupied by several people who appeared to be waiting.

The style here is distinctly different from that of Rune, Intis, and any other country that Serres has ever seen on Earth.

Whether it's the environment, the style, or the clothing of passersby, this place is closer to the Shanghai of the last century before Serres's time travel.

What the hell did I do here? Is this still a Western fantasy world?

Just as Serres was observing his surroundings, a furious curse rang out: "Damn it, open it, you motherfucker!"

A man in a Zhongshan suit and a top hat pushed Serres aside.

"what?"

Serres, who had just arrived and was hit by a Lu (?) master's attack, was even more confused.

What the hell? Starting with insults?
He tried to scratch his head, but missed. Because he didn't have a head.

It's really confusing.

He had no choice but to resort to scratching his bronchus through his neck.

But it doesn't matter, he, Serres, has always been magnanimous and never holds grudges.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he ripped the man's head off and pressed it against his own neck.

His head rapidly deformed, transforming into Serres's original face.

With his hands in his pockets, he hummed a little tune.

Serres bypassed the headless but still alive man who was lying on the ground struggling desperately, and left the telegraph office.

Serres navigated a maze of tangled power lines, clotheslines, and haphazardly piled debris to emerge from the densely populated area.

Following his intuition, he found a temple.

In front of the brown tower, there are large houses and lush green trees, all of which are blocked by yellow walls, preventing anyone from climbing over them.

At the main entrance, the double wooden doors are fully open, and people come and go from time to time.

He strolled by, unhindered and unnoticed, until he reached a huge building.

There stands a weathered stone tablet.

The inscription on the stone tablet reads:

"Gathering the power of the world, sacrificing half of the heroes, locking the evil dragon here, the calamities of the world will be eliminated—Established by the Fifth Celestial Master."

Heavenly Master?

Serres couldn't hold back any longer.

What is this?

If he remembers correctly, Lord of Mysteries should be a Western fantasy novel, right?
If even the Celestial Master has appeared, surely there can't also be Buddhism, Luo religion, or Nestorianism, right?
【Wait, what's the last one?】The long-absent husky came out to complain.

“Of course, it’s a reputable sect,” Serres replied as he entered the massive tower.

There were no gas lamps or lit candles inside the tower. The only light came from the sunlight that barely penetrated the thin paper windows.

As they walked, Serres chatted with Erha about this place where the atmosphere had suddenly changed.

What do you think that evil dragon is?

"It might be related to the source matter, something the City of Calamity created?" Serris speculated.

[Never mind, let's strike the clouds and connect directly to the brain, transforming into a dragon to replace thinking. Behold my wondrous dragon transformation technique!]

"Ha, then you can talk about it after I die." Serres pondered when he could die and play around as a wicked dragon.

As he pondered, he reached the very bottom of the tower and saw an ancient well hidden in the darkness, stones covered in moss, and iron chains extending from the stone slabs into the depths of the well.
These iron chains are covered with numerous reliefs, each depicting a face, every one of them exceptionally ferocious, grotesque, and demonic.

Serres poked his head out and looked at the water.

His image wasn't reflected in the water; instead, another man appeared.

The man wore black armor stained with blood, and his long hair shimmered with a faint blood-red light. His face was sculpted as if by a knife and axe, his lips were tightly pressed together, revealing a resolute and unyielding temperament, and his azure eyes were filled with cruelty and madness.

(End of this chapter)