Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 247 A New Tarot Meeting

Back in room 312, Klein handed the blood-stained cane to Danitz and placed Padma on the little nest made of pillows. He then lay down on the bed inside the room, intending to catch up on some sleep.

He now understood why Serres said hunters were suited to be maids.

I don't know if it's just Danitz or if all hunters are like this.

"Surely only Danitz is like that, right?" Klein thought to himself. Surely not even the high-sequence Hunters or the Angel Kings are the same, right?
Klein thought that hunters in high sequences might turn from female to male.

This... is the male-mother approach?

Thinking about it, it's actually quite fun.

My phone vibrated twice, which means a message has arrived.

Klein took out his phone, opened a WeChat-like messaging app, and looked directly at Serres's profile picture.

Sure enough, it was him sending the message again.

Klein didn't have many contacts on his phone: Serres, Star, Silver Branch, Alicia, Amon, and a few former colleagues from Blackthorn Security Company.

The phones belonging to those former colleagues were given to them by Xing in the past. In order not to reveal the fact that he had been resurrected, Klein temporarily blocked them, so that even if they clicked to view his profile picture, it would show that he was "offline".

Even after all this time, no one has deleted him from their friends list. Leonard even sends him messages frequently. His screen is filled with messages like "I've gotten stronger again," "I achieved such and such merits today," and "I'll be able to kill Inszangwell soon."

Klein was still quite happy, except that Leonard was a little annoyed.

Of the remaining few, Amon created a clone that harassed him almost daily with messages, emphasizing his contributions and demanding to join the Source Castle, but was blocked by Klein.

Silver Branch would occasionally chat with him, and Alicia would sometimes contact Patto through him. The two seemed to have planned it all out; the frequency of their messages made Klein feel comfortable. It wasn't annoying, and he always had the illusion that "the other person cares about me."

As for Xing, she never initiates messages. But if you contact her, she almost always replies instantly. In her words, it's like she's typing in time stop mode.

Opening Serres's chat window, I saw that Serres had sent this message.

Sow Prince: "Try to come here as little as possible before you become an angel."

Want to make big money: "No problem."

Klein didn't ask why.

Serres left carrying an evil spirit that could be referred to as "He," an angel, and Klein never wanted to come back to this port again.

Sow Prince: "This place involves the Red Angel Medici, and something on par with your Source Castle."

Sow Prince: "Although I really want Mr. Fool to take the treasure for himself, unfortunately Mr. Fool is a complete noob."

Sow Prince: "In short, it's dangerous here, but after you become the King of Angels or even a true god, it's not impossible to come and make a fortune."

Want to make a lot of money: "No, actually I have no interest at all."

Sow Prince: Pam shrugs.jpg
Sow Prince: "That's up to you."

Klein smacked his lips, set his alarm for 2 p.m., put down his phone, and fell asleep instantly with the help of meditation techniques.

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Inside the Earl of Hall's luxurious villa in Backlund, Queens.

Audrey stood behind the white, gold-trimmed railing on the second floor, watching the servants bustling about on the first floor, preparing for the move.

Many things needed to be prepared in advance, and some servants took them back to the manor beforehand.
The owners will only embark on their journey once everything in the garden or castle is ready.

After this tarot gathering ends, I should be on the steam train back to East Chestershire... I hope that vampire can really get his hands on the fruit of the Elder Tree and the blood of the Mirror Dragon so that I can become a "psychiatrist" before leaving Backlund... Audrey thought to herself.

While thinking, Audrey's hands were also busy.

She held a broken alarm clock in one hand and quickly assembled it with brand new parts in the other.

Hmm... I've fully digested my "Tinkerer" potion. I'll see if I can buy the next stage of potions at the meeting. Audrey's fingers flew up and down like butterflies, quickly fixing the broken alarm clock.

Just then, the Countess approached and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about? Oh, Audrey, you seem to enjoy repairing machinery lately. Hmm... You're an adult now, and once you return to Backlund in June, you can find something to do. Do you have any plans? We can buy a factory for you to manage."

“No, no need, Mom.” Audrey answered almost without thinking, “I want to go to the church’s charity. I can help repair small things there.”

“A good idea,” the Countess agreed.

She then gave a few instructions, went downstairs, and began checking on the household affairs.

Audrey composed herself, turned her head, and smiled slightly at the golden retriever squatting beside her, saying, "Susie, are you looking forward to it? You can run freely in the green fields and chase each other through the lush forests again."

Susie instinctively wanted to stick out her tongue, but ladylike restraint prevented her from doing so. She simply raised her paw to adjust the yellow glasses hanging around her neck.

It answered without hiding its emotions: "Of course, I like running, but I hate those savage guys."

"Does this refer to the foxhounds that Dad and the others keep?" Audrey pursed her lips, trying not to let her smile slip out.

“Yes.” Susie nodded seriously. “They can’t even do the most basic thing, mastering at least ten languages.”

Audrey suddenly stopped laughing, because she herself only knew five languages.

She glanced up at the wall clock and realized it was almost time for the tarot gathering.

Susie has also digested the Sequence Nine Candle Scholar's potion, and Audrey still has to retrieve Susie's Sequence Eight potion on this trip.

"Audrey, what do you think my Sequence Eight will be?" Susie asked. "Hmm... Sequence Nine is learning, and Sequence Eight should be turning memories into spells, something like a mage, right?" Audrey guessed.

Susie nodded: "I think so too, after all, it's a memory pathway."

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Silver City, Berg's house.

Sitting under the electric light, Derrick held a book titled "The History of Silver City" and wore a pair of non-prescription glasses.

Although the city historian's potion had long since been completely digested, Derrick had developed a habit of reading history books.

As for glasses, since Mr. Charles said that wearing glasses while reading would enhance efficiency, Derrick got used to wearing a pair of non-prescription glasses when reading.

The Hanged Man would sometimes ask him questions about the history of Silver City or its surroundings. After failing to answer a couple of times, Derrick began to study the relevant documents about Silver City.

dong dong dong.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Please come in." Derrick closed the book and placed it on the desk beside him.

Mr. Borg pushed open the door, walked into the room, circled Derrick, looked up at the ceiling, and then looked down at the floor.

Derrick blinked. He heard Charles say that every father seemed to have a similar habit: inexplicably walking into his son's room, inexplicably looking him up and down, saying a few words, and then inexplicably leaving.

“Derrick, your friend Zach invited you to play cards at the pub tonight. I told him to come find you later.” Mr. Borg nodded to Derrick.

Derrick glanced at the wall clock, smiled, and nodded: "Yes, Father."

Mr. Borg glanced at the wall clock; it was 1:55. "Alright, then I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, he slowly left Derrick's room with his hands behind his back and closed the door behind him.

Derrick smiled and picked up "The History of Silver City" again.

Six months ago, he might have found it a bit annoying. But now, he doesn't dislike it.

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Backlund, Joe Wood District.

Fors looked at the notebook on the desk, which was full of notes of inspiration, and patted his head.

Moving his notebook aside, Fowles looked at the manuscript of his new book with satisfaction.

Calling it a new book isn't quite right. It's a book she started writing a few months ago after she first got the system, and she's only finished it now.

"The Fool I Recommend: I Love You 999 Amons".

The deadline is in two days, and she will submit this 100 million-word novel along with her currently serialized short stories to the editor.

Whether she passes or not is completely irrelevant, since the system only requires her to write it, not to consider sales or reader feedback.

[Task completed, rewards now being distributed.]

"Yay!" Fowles tossed the manuscript aside and stretched happily.

[Received system reward: Obsidian Darkness.]

"What's this?" Fors muttered, taking the reward item out of his system inventory.

It resembled a blue-purple circular knot woven from an unknown material, with a hook at the top and a feather from some unknown animal at the bottom.

Holding it in his hand, Fowles felt the surrounding sounds disappear instantly, his whole body calmed down, he felt very relaxed, and he didn't want to do anything but sleep.

The reappearance of the system screen pulled her out of that state.

With this, you will never have to worry about the full moon's babbling again.

Fowles' eyes lit up slightly; this was a good thing.

After retrieving his system inventory, Fowles left his desk, climbed onto his bed, and sprawled out like a lazy dog.

She used the excuse of taking a lunch break to temporarily get rid of Xiu, in exchange for time to attend the Tarot meeting.

He turned over forcefully, facing the ceiling, his mouth half-open, his gaze unfocused, his mind completely blank.

The scholars of Candle Ink are still a long way from fully digesting it, but there's no rush or need to be too nervous.

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It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and above the boundless gray fog, the magnificent palace stood silently.

As the deep red light illuminated, figures appeared one after another.

Miss Justice glanced at the head of the long, weathered table and greeted him cheerfully, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

Then, Audrey, representing "Justice," greeted each person in turn, starting with "Fool" and ending with "World."

A new tarot reading begins.

(End of this chapter)