Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 256 Huang Tao tries to strike up a conversation with Huang Quan
5 p.m., Olive Tree Avenue, Fortune Telling Hut.

Alger pushed open the brown wooden door with glass panes on top and entered the occult-themed café.

This morning, he learned from Danitz that a powerful figure who had never appeared at sea before was going to take down "Iron" McVitie alone.

Alger's Fool's Radar reacted immediately, standing up on the spot.

Never having considered that Mr. Fool was a trinity of "True God," "Favored One," and "Believer," he immediately prayed to Mr. Fool, confirmed his guess, and came here with tarot cards to wait, wanting to conduct a simple test on this Favored One.

He ordered a cup of Fresher coffee from the Pas Valley of the Starry Plateau in the Southern Continent, and took out the tarot deck he had bought earlier, placing it next to him. The top card was the "Hanged Man" card, depicting an angel with his hands tied behind his back, hanging upside down.

Unlike in the morning, he had changed his attire, wearing a classic dark robe and a soft hat resembling that of a clergyman, looking like a wizard or sorcerer who had stepped out of a folk legend.

After taking a few silent, deep breaths, Alger slowly sipped his coffee, showing no impatience in waiting for anyone.

Then, he took out a book and started reading.

This is the book that Serres gave him.

Unlike casinos, cafes are less crowded, so he wouldn't miss if someone touched him nearby. Therefore, he could relax and watch.

He had already read quite a bit by noon, and now that he had some free time, he took it out to continue reading.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the brown wooden door with thick glass inlaid in it opened once again, and a gentleman wearing a tailcoat, a top hat, and a cat perched on his shoulder entered.

This outfit is quite unusual even in this occult-themed cafe, which feels like a comic convention.

Alger immediately noticed the cat.

Miss Wheel of Fortune!

Mr. Fool actually allowed a saint to accompany and protect His followers?

I'm so envious...

Klein also noticed Alger, whose attire and demeanor were completely mismatched. He smiled gently and walked towards Alger, sitting down in the seat opposite him.

Looking at Klein, Alger's spiritual intuition could sense his power.

Almost instinctively, this thought popped into Alger's mind.

What kind of powerful expert is this? Such domineering aura is no less than that of the archbishops or even saints of the Storm Church!
The aura of this powerful figure made him stand up!
But Alger quickly calmed down.

As expected of something given by Mr. Devil, he was able to easily judge whether someone was a strong person after only practicing for one afternoon.

He smiled and raised his hand, gesturing for Klein to draw cards for divination.

…………

At 7 p.m., Klein, having finished discussing strategy with Alger, returned to his hotel early, went up to the third floor, and entered the luxury suite he had purchased with Danitz's money.

He needed to make thorough preparations to hunt down "Iron" McVitie in the early morning.

Today was the day to test the simulated universe, but this McVitie made him miss it.

Rounding it off means I missed out on a fortune.

Klein will have to think carefully about what role to play to hunt him down.

As he pushed open the door, he was slightly surprised to find that Danitz the Blazing Flame was already back, slumped in an armchair drinking.

After carefully considering his tone, Klein calmly asked, "What time is it?"

“7:42.” Danitz glanced at the wall clock.

Klein remained silent, simply staring at Danitz.

Dude, you just lost a hundred million. You better be smart and don't make me explain what I mean.

Danitz paused for a moment, then immediately jumped up from his chair.

He rubbed his hands together and walked up to Klein, beginning to explain: "I've asked around everywhere I needed to, and I've asked around everyone I needed to. There's no need for you to stay outside any longer; that would increase the risk of exposure and affect your hunting plans."

Klein glanced at the door, and Danitz immediately understood, trotting out and closing the door behind him.

Klein then began his pre-battle preparations, placing Padmon on the table and devoutly bowing three times.

"May Lady Fortune bless you, may you have mountains of gold and silver..."

Padma wagged its tail and meowed.

......... Late at night.

Russell opened his eyes in the simulated universe and noticed that he seemed to be in a coffee shop, with a cup of coffee and some pastries in front of him.

He picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Not sweet, and not appealing.

Russell casually put down his coffee cup and began to look around.

Having abstained from sexual activity for hundreds of years in his mausoleum, He could no longer hold back and decided to find an alien in this simulated universe to relieve himself today.

Is she considered a foreign woman? Russell wondered.

I don't think so, but He doesn't care.

Soon, He raised an eyebrow; as the Casanova of Intis, He had found a target.

She was a woman with long, bluish-purple hair.

Sitting in a coffee shop eating peaches, with a blank stare, he looks like he's easy to fool.

Hesitation leads to defeat. Russell tidied his slightly curly hair and mustache and made a decisive move.

He sat down in front of the woman, radiating the charm of a mythical being.

"Beautiful lady, are you alone?" He tossed his hair with a swagger. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The woman looked at Rosell, as if in thought. After a few seconds, she slowly nodded: "Okay, but... you seem to have already sat down."

“Oh, of course.” Russell smiled and nodded. “Beautiful ladies are always so attractive. I found myself sitting across from you without even realizing it.”

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Russell, Russell Gustav." He extended one hand, making a handshake gesture.

The woman paused for a few seconds, then reached out her free hand and shook it.

"Yellow Spring."

Russell understood the principle that haste makes waste, so he didn't hold hands for long and let go as soon as he touched her: "It's a nice name, but it might not be very suitable for a girl."

"Hmm." Huang Quan withdrew his hand, nodded, and made no further comment.

The scene fell into silence for a while.

A few seconds later, Huang Quan raised his other hand, which was holding a peach, and took a bite.

Seeing that Huang Quan remained silent, Russell decided to take the initiative.

"Ms. Huang Quan, may I have the honor of inviting you to join me for a stroll?"

Huang Quan looked up into Rosell's eyes, as if she could see through Rosell's desires. She lowered her head again: "Okay. But what you're thinking of is not okay, because you'll die."

“Oh dear,” Rosell said, feigning exaggeration, “it’s just a small invitation. Even if you don’t like it, you can just refuse. There’s no need to make such a fuss, is there? Aren’t you afraid I’ll get angry?”

"Do you think you can do it?" Huang Quan asked rhetorically.

Before Russell could answer, she continued, "Most people, when faced with my question, will retort with, 'Why not?'"

"But the result has always been no."

"Are you threatening me?" Rosell asked, intrigued.

“This is not a threat.” Huang Quan shook his head, carefully considering his words. “It is a…statement.”

"Of course you can try to do what you want, and then you'll die."

She paused for a few seconds, and Russell could tell she had more to say, so he waited patiently.

Huang Quan raised his head once more, his gaze calmly meeting Rosell's.

What I mean is: you will die, even if your physical body is not here.

"You, and the fool who brought you here."

"You will all die."

(End of this chapter)