Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 258 Hello, Sleeping Isn't Allowed Here

This appears to be a prison.

Tall walls, sturdy fences, and vines and moss climbing all over the walls.

Derrick, a robust man nearly two meters tall, looked out of place among a group of emaciated prisoners who were less than 1.7 meters tall.

At this very moment, the prisoners are planning a "meticulous" prison break.

Derrick wanted to say that escaping was wrong. But from their conversation, Derrick sensed that they seemed to have been imprisoned for assassinating a tyrant.

The chief had taught him that when he didn't understand the situation, he should listen more, observe more, and make fewer judgments.

So Derrick chose to remain silent.

He heard that, as punishment for assassinating the tyrant, everyone here would be thrown into the Colosseum to be fed to the lions once a man named "Aigler" opened his eyes again.

Derrick listened in silence.

Would a group of skin and bones really attempt an assassination?
He felt that he had already made his own judgment.

"By Euronis, we are willing to give everything we have for our lives. Before the tyrant, in his anger, sends us to the execution ground, please save our lowly followers with a miracle." They placed all their valuables on a tray, even their gold-plated dentures.

But nothing happened.

Derrick then spoke up: "Well... your prayer format is incorrect."

"The correct name, the correct ceremony, and the complete articulation of the requirements are needed."

The prisoners all stared at the tall Derrick, momentarily stunned.

How come there's such a big guy in the jail cell?

But after thinking about it, they realized that there really was such a person.

“Then…do you know Lord Ognis’…uh…honorable name?” a prisoner asked, gesturing and struggling.

“I don’t know,” Derrick shook his head. “But you can try praying to Mr. Fool. I know Mr. Fool’s name. You can pray to Him.”

"The Fool?" The prisoners exchanged bewildered glances. "Is it Lord Zagres, the master of trickery?"

"It doesn't seem like it's impossible..."

"No, we shouldn't betray our faith!"

"But we will die, and there has been no response!"

"Perhaps Oronis is still dreaming? Or perhaps too many people are praying to Him. In any case..."

The prisoners got into an argument and split into two factions.

One side advocated praying to Eugnis, while the other side advocated that Derrick pray to "Zagles".

Just then, one of the prisoners who was praying silently seemed to receive a response.

A blue light curtain shone from his body and spread out of thin air.

Under the veil of eternal night, time revealed to them an ancient past, an era without prisons or tyrants. The stone walls of the prison crumbled before their eyes, and they hastily rose and ran outside.

Only Derrick was a step behind.

This...this isn't mysterious at all...

Without a proper name, how did they receive a response?
Could that person just now be a follower of some great being?

Despite his confusion, he followed them.

But when he escaped from the long-gone prison, he found that his former "fellow inmates" were nowhere to be found.

As the stone walls of the cell dissipated, Derrick realized he was deep in a dense forest, before him an ancient temple entwined with vines.

Sunlight streamed down from the sky, making him squint. "Is this... the sun that Mr. Devil and the others were talking about?" Derrick shielded his forehead with his hand, enduring the glare of the sunlight as he looked up, only to be stung and pull his gaze back.

But I looked at it again a few seconds later, and repeated this process several times.

A few minutes later, he finally lowered his head and looked in another direction.

Flowers of all colors grow here, unlike Silver City, where even artificial cultivation only produces some black carnivorous flowers.

The surrounding area is filled with statues in various poses, all faded to pure white, and it's unclear who they are commemorating.

Not far away was a pool filled with water.

Surrounded by butterflies, the poets leaned over and lay on the edge of the stone steps by the pool, plucking the strings of their instruments.

This seems to be called... a hot spring?
Derrick had seen such descriptions in some novels.

"I listen to your sorrow, at the end of the west wind, tears weaving like streams. I sing of your love, on the shores of Nasticosia."

A chanting sound that Derrick had never heard before reached his ears.

The scene before me suddenly shattered like a mirror, breaking into pieces like a butterfly.

His hand passed through the butterfly's wings, and the scene before him changed once more.

The illusion dissipated, and laughter erupted from the surroundings.

The prisoners' prayers were indeed answered. But it seemed that it was not the Titan of Ages, Eugnis, who answered them, but rather the Titan of Trickery, Zagreus.

Everything I just saw seems unreal.

…………

reality.

Maiviti only had torn clothes and a few white marks on his skin, but was not injured in any way.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw a figure emerge from the rolling waves of fire in mid-air, a figure exuding the bloody aura and terror of the battlefield.

Danitz should have flown away, so this is...

Without much thought or hesitation, he raised his hand and launched an attack.

Beautiful, dreamy snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky, and a transparent, crystalline layer of ice spread outwards from the ground. The trees on both sides of the road were instantly covered with white frost, and then quickly withered, revealing obvious signs of decay.

Maiviti raised his hand and threw a punch in the cold air.

At the same time, the lingering resentful spirits were awakened one after another, whimpering, crying, and screaming, turning the surrounding area into a gray and oppressive color.

He intends to attack from three directions simultaneously.

Although he didn't know where this person came from, Maiviti clearly had no interest in stopping to chat.

He had read many picture books and novels and knew the pattern that villains often died because they talked too much.

However, his hand suddenly twitched.

He has cramps.

At the same time, he stepped on the ice crystals under his feet, slipped, and fell downwards.

With a thud.

He fell face down to the ground.

Looking at Maiviti like this, Pado Cat reminded him, "Hello, sleeping is not allowed here."

(End of this chapter)