Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 257 So I Made My Move

"You're that strong?" Upon hearing Huang Quan mention Serres, Roselle couldn't help but put aside his original ulterior motives.

Huang Quan didn't answer again, but just nodded and continued looking at the peach in his hand.

"Are you much stronger than that Masked Fool?" Rosell abandoned his original idea and asked curiously.

“No, actually he’s very strong. At least…” Huang Quan seemed to be thinking for a few seconds before adding, “I slashed at him once, and he dodged it.”

“Oh, I see.” Rosell stroked his beard and nodded. “In your opinion, being able to dodge one of your attacks is already considered [very strong], is that right?”

Huang Quan nodded.

"Tsk." Rosell clicked his tongue. "To be honest, I prefer someone gentler. With you like this, I've completely lost interest in you."

He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on the table, and looked at Huang Quan's face.

"Now, I'm actually a little interested in fighting you."

"Are you very warlike?" Huang Quan tilted his head in confusion.

Roselle leaned back again: "No, just kidding. I still like your personality. I like any beautiful woman."

"From what you said before, I thought you were the kind of warmonger who wanted to attract your attention." He smacked his lips. "But unfortunately, it seems I miscalculated."

Russell shook his head, looking disappointed.

Then He stood up.

“Although it’s a bit of a shame that I can’t, my invitation remains unchanged.” Roselle extended his hand again. “Would you like to go for a walk together, lost lady?”

…………

"It's obvious that you have some feelings for her."

The air in front of me was shattered like a mirror, but unexpectedly, I could see images of unknown origin through these shattered "lenses".

Otto, dressed in his bishop's robes, turned to look at the woman beside him, whose feet were slightly off the ground and who was about as tall as him as she floated.

She was a woman with a light veil on her head and long, pale purple hair, who called herself Black Swan.

“Yes.” Black Swan nodded slightly, without any hesitation. “I’ve always wanted to see her true memories. Well… although… no, it’s nothing.”

“But she looks like she’s about to be kidnapped.” Otto looked back at the scene before him, gazing thoughtfully at Huang Quan’s face.

The black swan raised its long neck: "So I took action."

The scene in front of me continued to change.

Huang Quan nodded, intending to shake hands with him.

But another pair of slender hands suddenly reached out and grabbed Huang Quan's raised hand, pulling her up from her seat.

"Sorry, she already has a date with me."

The black swan appeared out of thin air and intercepted Huang Quan halfway.

The scene ends abruptly.

Otto whistled: "Looks like you've won your girl back."

“I think you may have misunderstood something, Mr. Otto.” The Black Swan dispelled the image in the air. “My relationship with her is not what you think.”

Otto raised an eyebrow, then bowed slightly: "Sorry, sorry, I've seen too much, and I've become a bit too subjective."

"It seems Mr. Otto has quite a few interesting things in his memory as well," the Black Swan said with an enigmatic smile.

"Are you interested?" Otto asked with a smile.
“Yes,” the Black Swan nodded. “If possible, I would like to make a small exchange with you.”

“I thought you would just take it.” Otto’s smile remained enigmatic. “After all, this is a dream world, and most people probably wouldn’t have any way to retaliate against someone like you… someone like you.”

“That was indeed the case before.” The Black Swan seemed lost in reminiscence. “Back then, I was still… Anyway, because of some things, I changed that bad habit.”

“Is that so? That’s great.” Otto nodded. “In that case, let’s trade some memories of [ordinary people] for them. The most ordinary kind.”

"You like the memories of ordinary people?" Black Swan expressed surprise, whether genuine or not.

"I am indeed somewhat interested."

"Then, as you wish."

…………

In reality, it's the early hours of the morning.

A chase is unfolding on Xiangshu Street. A shadowy figure skims the ground, darting swiftly into the distance.

A peacock-blue carpet flew through the air in a high-speed chase.

Using his superior vantage point, Maiviti was able to discern the almost unremarkable extraneous shadow and determine the direction the target was moving.

He suddenly jumped off the flying carpet and landed heavily on the ground like a boulder. Frost gathered under his feet, and a cold, transparent layer of ice spread rapidly to the side.

A whoosh.

Flames leaped up, shattering the shadows.

Danitz emerged from the shadows.

On the flying carpet, McVitie's subordinate, Huntley, skillfully dropped what he had been holding in his hands: green leaves, flowers, and thorns.

Leaves, petals, and thorns either grew wildly larger or joined together, clinging to and entangling the fiery Danitz, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Taking advantage of the moment, Squall, another of McVitie's henchmen, jumped off the flying carpet and, using the momentum of his fall, plunged the sharp scalpel in his right hand into Danitz's neck.

But Danitz twisted his body and crawled between his legs instead.

His movements were strange and uncoordinated, as if he were being pulled and dragged.

If someone were to get closer and observe carefully at this moment, they would find that Danitz's face was almost scrunched up, and his right hand was wrapped with several almost invisible threads.

The silken threads dragged him, swaying left and right, easily dodging attacks from all directions, and heading towards the direction of Steel Maiviti.

Flames condensed in his hand, compressing into a blazing white fireball, which he hurled at Maiviti.

Maiviti grinned menacingly, showing no sign of backing down, and raised his arm to block in front of him.

Boom.

Flames erupted, sending shockwaves flying and obstructing Squall and Huntley's view, but they remained calm and had strong confidence in "Steel".

Before the smoke had even cleared, Danitz had already flown out.

But he wasn't knocked away; his right hand was stretched out straight, as if it were wrapped in a thread, and he was flung out of the area and slammed against a wall.

It made a "splat" sound.

…………

Otto and the Black Swan traded some memories.

Out of fairness, the Black Swan sent Otto some footage of the "Void" Fate Walkers battling.

Of course, they are just ordinary travelers on their destiny, not "self-destructors".

"What an interesting memory. I'll cherish it." Black Swan's gaze was complex.

Although it was only a small part of Otto's life, Black Swan could still sense the extraordinary nature of this man.

Otto had by then processed these not-so-complex memories and seemed somewhat confused.

“What are you confused about?” Black Swan asked. “As a customer service representative, I can explain it to you.”

Otto said with a hint of confusion, "I do have some questions."

"For example, this combination called 'Dortmund'."

This is a duo consisting of two girls, whom Otto saw in the battle memories given to him by the Black Swan.

"Look at them, one of them is throwing cards at people like crazy, and she can also use magic circles. She summons an indescribable purple crystal hand, like an evil witch from the Middle Ages, cursing her enemies madly."

"The other one, carrying both a gun and a knife, was obviously a tough guy. The bullets in his gun were spinning wildly like they were free, and he was muttering something from time to time."

"As a result, they attacked a group of targets for more than ten minutes, but no one was injured."

"They unleashed so many indescribable skills, yet the damage wasn't much. I have no idea what these two are doing; the more I watch, the stranger it seems."

"So... this is the way nothingness fights?"

“Well… peace is the most important thing,” the Black Swan replied.

One second, two seconds.

Black Swan suddenly emphasized: "Dortmund girls never give up."

(End of this chapter)