Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 245: Rosell humiliates Tudor in front of Cheek.

The "Crimson King," which could only delete time, has been rotated out of the meta.

Now, the ones that allow you to delete chapters are:

The King of Dark Brown!
This is a great power from a higher dimension; Serres has obtained the power to negate the world from outside of it.

This is a trial!
One moment, Serres was tearing at his clothes; the next, without any transition or change, Serres had stuffed Tudor into a sack and carried him out of the heavily polluted area of ​​the "City of Calamity," back to the "Bansi Port Telegraph Office," which was now connected to Bansi.

When he reached the gate where he was about to leave, Tudor finally realized what was happening and began to struggle inside the sack.

He couldn't believe that he had been defeated so easily, without any reason.

What He found even more incomprehensible was that Serres actually took Him away from the mirror.

This is not simply a temporary departure from the mirror, but a complete loss of perception of its existence, becoming a true human being.

It's like it's been resurrected.

"how did you do it?"

Based on what Serres had previously said about "higher-dimensional power," Tudor suspected that this person might be a chosen one of the Outer Gods, the "Higher-Dimensional Overlords."

“How would I know?” Serres replied matter-of-factly.

"What?" Tudor wondered if he had misheard.

As a former Red Priest, even though He skipped the lawyer route and never experienced the provocateur phase, He was still absolutely certain that Serres's words were not sarcastic or provocative.

He really doesn't know.

“The chapters have all been deleted, so how would I know what I did?” Serres said matter-of-factly. “Ask Dark Brown.”

Tudor stopped speaking and stopped struggling.

He knew very well that struggling was futile.

But Serres continued talking to himself, "I'll pack you up and send you to Roselle later. You may not know who He is, but He's a true god-level stallion."

"I'll do a live stream for Chik and humiliate you right in front of him."

Thudor remained silent. His pride forbade him to utter any words of pleading or supplication.

He is now caught in a situation beyond his control, and I believe Chick will forgive him.

Serres smiled, carried the sack, and pushed open the door of the "Bansi Telegraph Office".

…………

As he pushed open the door, he bumped into Klein and his group, who had just finished photographing the telegram and were about to leave.

Captain Erlan, still holding the blood-smelling telegram draft, stared at Serres, who was carrying a sack, as he pushed open the door.

Serres smacked his lips, left the telegraph office, and closed the door behind him.

"How did you get in there?" Klein asked calmly, maintaining his composure.

Serres raised his hand and patted the sack in his hand: "I went inside and grabbed some local specialties."

Klein's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, by a single pixel.

"Okay, will you come along too?"

“Sure.” Serres walked briskly past the people Klein had rescued from the church and the “Lime” restaurant, and walked alongside Serres.

Captain Erlan and Danitz had witnessed Klein's effortless and bizarre killing of the Red Skull pirate crew at sea, so they were very quiet and obedient throughout the journey.

The other ordinary people also witnessed Klein's methods along the way and were equally filled with trust in him.

Upon realizing that this person knew Klein and was one of his companions, they all remained silent and didn't say anything.

Only Paddo Cat occasionally glanced at the sack on Serres's shoulder.

"Serris, what's this?" Pado asked curiously.

Klein is currently cultivating his persona, so he can't say much. Therefore, Padmon has dutifully taken on the role of "the mouth of God."

"Well, His state is quite special, probably something like an evil spirit." Klein and Padmon were both worldly people and didn't react much to this third-person pronoun referring to something above angels.

Klein had contact with Azik, Amon, Russell, Sunday, Nicardo...

These are all great beings that can be described using the term "He".

Padmiao, however, lacked a clear understanding of angels. According to Serres, characters like Alicia and Kevin were no weaker than ordinary angels. Therefore, Padmiao never held angels in high esteem.

But the people behind him were different.

Just bragging...

Danitz's pupils dilated; he felt like he was about to suffocate.

Dude...can you two talk behind someone's back?

I really don't want to know these things...

I want to live another five hundred years...

Danitz is now considering that if all else fails, he might as well just burn off his ears; that way he could live longer.

Klein also noticed the emotional changes in the people behind him. Surprise, doubt, and fear entered Klein's mind through his emotional perception of the mourning musician.

"Pay attention to your word choice," he reminded her.

“I don’t want to.” Serres refused decisively. “I’ve become this awesome all along just to show off. If I don’t show off, wouldn’t I be an idiot?”

Padmon nodded: "Serris is right, Boss Gehrman, you're being too attached to appearances."

Klein hesitated, but as he felt the potion being further digested, he silently swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

At the same time, he added a sentence to his inner rules for playing the role of the "reminiscent artist":
Evoking emotional responses from the audience is important for recalling the artist, especially feelings of shock.

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Perhaps because Klein had easily dealt with many "brainless" and "unhappy" characters along the way, and even casually killed a corrupted bishop, Klein and his companions did not encounter any more "brainless" characters in black cloaks on their return journey. The "unhappy" character, covered in mold and floating in the air, only appeared twice, glancing at the sack in Serres's hand from afar before quickly moving away.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally saw the dock and the "White Agate" ship, illuminated by candlelight.

This gave the few ordinary people who hadn't dared to breathe loudly in front of Serres a renewed sense of strength. After Serres waved his hand to indicate that they didn't need to worry about it, they went from walking briskly to jogging and ran all the way to the lowered suspension ladder.

“They’re all afraid of you. I remember you said you didn’t need anyone to be respectful to you,” Klein said to Serres as he watched the group leave quickly.

“Hmm.” Serres nodded. “Having fun is like eating. Braised pork is delicious, and I wouldn’t mind having a plate of Mapo Tofu.”

"I like anything that's fun."

"I see." Klein nodded. "This is your aesthetic of pleasure? Accepting all comers?"

“Hmm…” Serres stroked his chin and thought for a moment, “I suppose I have a bottom line, at least I didn’t treat the planet like a firecracker.”

“Okay, I understand.” Klein said knowingly.

He transformed the peach wood sword back into a cane, and his figure and face also reverted to Gehrman's. He stood guard below the suspension ladder until everyone had boarded the ship.

"I'll be leaving for a bit. I might be back in a while, or I might not." Out of politeness, Serres said goodbye to Klein before leaving. "So if the captain wants to leave port, just go ahead and don't wait for me."

“No problem,” Klein agreed.

Padmon waved: "Goodbye, Serris."

Serres waved back, "Bye-bye."

As soon as he finished speaking, Serres activated his Boundary Anchor and teleported away from his original location to Roselle's mausoleum.

Seeing that Serres had left, Klein used Flame Leap to return to the deck in an instant.

At this time, Erlan had already begun to summon his subordinates, including the first mate, second mate, navigator, and gunner, and instructed them to organize the sailors, adjust the cannons, and prepare for departure at any time.

Although departing at night poses significant safety risks, it would be the best way to avoid danger should the situation deteriorate significantly.

(End of this chapter)