Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 246 Live Broadcast...

Roselle's mausoleum has now been completely renovated and is no longer empty; it is now filled with various supplies.

Bookshelves, novels, computers, game consoles...

Some old-world artworks, created by Russell through information simulation, are also hanging on the walls.

Although Roselle wasn't awake for long periods each day, being able to see these things as soon as he opened his eyes certainly made it easier for him to maintain his humanity.

He originally intended to place two stone lions at the entrance of his mausoleum, but Serres stopped him and instead placed two curly-haired baboons in his place.

It looked like a sun-borne being, its body burning with sacred flames.

It looked like a craftsman's path, its body covered in iron blocks.

Serres called them "Ape Gods" and "Iron Cerberus".

Serres seems to have a penchant for giving strange and unusual names, such as renaming the mountain behind the mausoleum "Collapse Mountain".

Rosell himself didn't care; since the name was already chosen, Rosell was too lazy to change it.

"Hi, King Gigi, I've come to play with you." Serres' figure burst directly into Roselle's mausoleum through the anchor point.

"Don't call me King Gigi." Rosell on the throne opened his eyes helplessly.

Serres ignored Rosell's words and raised the sack in his hand.

"Look, these are local specialties from the city of disaster."

"What is it?" Rosell did not leave the throne, not because he did not want to, but because it was too much effort and not worth it.

“Never mind… I don’t need that,” Rosell shook his head. “Perhaps you could help me dig the Kingdom of Chaos from the Western Continent.”

“But aren’t you even a little curious about what this is?” Serres held up a large sack in his hand.

Roselle remained silent for several seconds before speaking uncertainly, "The specialty of the City of Calamity... it wouldn't be witches, would it?"

“No, no, no,” Serres threw the sack between the two of them, “It’s a mirror image, the Blood Emperor Arista Tudor in the mirror!”

"No! What is that?!" Rosell couldn't help but widen his eyes and lean back.

Two curly-haired baboons at the entrance also curiously gathered around.

"Ape God" rummaged at the sack on the ground, but there was no reaction.

"Go away, go away." Serres pushed it aside.

Frustrated, the "Ape God" went outside the mausoleum and came to an open space that he usually used as a washroom. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he dug a hole in the ground in frustration.

Ape God, open the cave!
"Gorilla Iron" followed and dug a hole in the ground as well.

It wants to compete with the "Ape God" in a contest of "flowing water".

The curly-haired baboons' happiness is so simple: the more water they have, the better.

Inside the mausoleum, Serres ripped open the sack, revealing the "War Futa" Tudor staring at him.

Russell leaned forward and asked, "Are you sure you mean this is Tudor?"

"Hmph." Serres proudly raised his head and puffed out his chest, repeating to Rosell what he had said to Tudor before.

"So, what's your intention now?"

Rosell actually fell into thought: "I think what you said is really interesting, and besides, this way we can obtain the pollution from the City of Calamity."

"Using the pollution of the City of Calamity to fight against the Mother Goddess is not a bad strategy."

Serres immediately snapped his fingers.

A mirror appeared out of thin air. Serres shouted into the mirror, "Hey, Chik! I know you're watching!"

No one responded.

“Oh, it seems He’s not very willing to come.” Rosell looked at the perfectly normal mirror and nodded.

“Really? That’s a shame.” Serres scratched his head. “Then He’ll just have to watch the recording.”

Rosell nodded seriously: "Thinking about it, it's not bad at all."

Looking at Tudor, Roselle muttered to himself, "This must be the highest-ranking [witch] I've ever encountered, though I don't know if she qualifies as a witch."

“I suppose so,” Serres nodded. “After all, it’s ‘extreme yin’ that came from the Red Priest’s ‘extreme yang’ [balance].

Tudor remained silent and closed his eyes.

Serres casually tossed a cloud of gray mist to Roselle.

"This is a piece of the authority of the [door] that I took from the Source Castle. It can open all the doors in this world. Although you can only use it for a few days, I still hope you can make good use of it."

Rosell accepted the gray fog.

"Ha, power being used for this kind of thing. Old Zhou would cry if he knew," Rosell said with a laugh.

"You say that, but you're clearly happy about it yourself." Serres didn't hesitate to expose his lie.

"Aren't you leaving?" Rosell stood up. "Or do you want to stay and watch? I don't mind."

"Alright." Serres waved goodbye. "I won't watch from here anymore. You guys have fun."

“If God closes a door for you, then open it again.” Serres’s figure slowly disappeared. “That’s what a door is, and that’s how doors are used.”

Before disappearing, he glanced at the mirror that still appeared motionless.

But from his perspective, a dark shadow had appeared above him at some point.

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On the other side, Klein didn't dare to relax completely and remained on the deck until the clouds on the horizon were ablaze and the sun slowly rose, illuminating the entire harbor.

He saw the residents coming out one after another, basking in the golden sunlight, chatting and laughing as they headed to their respective jobs, bringing a renewed sense of human life to Ban Si Port.

Even after leaving the Church of the Night, did he still subconsciously act as a "night watchman"? Klein smiled.

He planned to go back to his cabin for a nap after the ship sailed. It was already so late; it was highly unlikely that Serres would return.

Padma was already asleep at this time. She was perched on Klein's shoulder, which coincidentally maintained a balance point that allowed her to sleep very comfortably.

This made Danitz, who was watching from the side, very envious. Although he had already started yawning, he didn't dare to move when he saw that Klein hadn't moved.

If he were so lucky, perhaps he could sleep standing up too? Danitz thought to himself.

A lucky person at Sequence Seven, how comfortable must their life be every day?

Klein turned and walked toward the cabin. Padma swayed, but a sudden gust of wind caught her and prevented her from falling.

On his way into the cabin, Klein encountered Ellan, who was also awake all night.

"Good morning, you've had a long day. We're about to leave port, so there's nothing to worry about anymore," Airland greeted with a smile. "We'll depart immediately once the other gentleman returns."

As he spoke, the whistle of the "White Agate" sounded, but the ship did not move.
Klein smiled and said, "No need to wait for him. He can make it back on his own."

He chatted with the captain for a few more minutes, then said goodbye and went into the cabin to his room.

(End of this chapter)