Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 269 May your soul return to the Golden Throne...

Klein had intended to make a musical instrument for that conman, just like Serres had.

But soon he realized that he seemed to have miscalculated.

[Strange Doctor] does indeed possess the ability to distort and alter a target's body to a certain extent. However, relatively speaking, the scope of his ability to alter the body is very limited; he cannot change a complete human body, much less transform flesh into other materials.

He remembered what Serres had said. After he became the [Sequence Four] [Selfless Jester] and officially entered the level of a demigod, he would undergo a qualitative change and make a qualitative leap in his existing abilities.

Perhaps he can only try it when he reaches Sequence Four.

It's a real shame; he wanted to really showcase his artistic talents.

Klein raised his hand, and a paper figure in the shape of a coin appeared in his palm.

This is an ability he has comprehended since embarking on the path of [Harmony], but he has almost never tried it out.

Then, Klein [recalls] the time-stop pistol, and mobilized the power of the gray mist to make a trace of its aura wrap around and attach to the paper figure.

After Padmon released the withering disease, the paper figure followed behind and entered the passage together, descending upon the liar.

Edshilan, who was pretending to be blessed by the gods with his eyes closed, suddenly began to convulse, and flowers grew all over his body under the "blessing of the gods".

This prompted Denise to exclaim, "Lord Edshelan is indeed a chosen one of the gods!"

However, Edsheland was not as excited as Denise at this moment.

He was horrified to discover that time around him seemed to have slowed down, including his own body.

He felt the air around him thicken in an instant, and noticed that Denise's scream was drawn out, like an air raid siren.

In addition, he found that his thinking had become unusually clear and his perception had become unusually sharp.

He could clearly feel the throbbing and twitching of every blood vessel under his skin, and he could clearly feel his skin gradually becoming dry and his bones gradually becoming loose.

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, the flowers bloomed.

His blood vessels all ruptured, blood seeped from his skin, his bones broke one by one, and his skin became dry and cracked.

Denise finally realized something was wrong and cautiously approached Ed Sheeran, who was standing there with his body shriveled, and placed her finger on his nose.

Only then did they discover that this "messenger of the gods" had actually gone to the kingdom of God.

He...he's dead...dead!" Denise recoiled abruptly, falling to the ground in terror.

Terrified, she burst into tears and stumbled out of the room, heading straight for the nearby police station.

Calling the police in case of trouble is an essential quality for a follower of the Fool.

Klein, perched atop the gray fog, watched this scene, propping his head up with his hand.

Denise cried too soon; Ed Sheeran wasn't dead yet.

After being blessed by Klein with the paper doll of harmony, he could remain conscious for at least half an hour after his heart stopped beating.

As for how long it would be stretched under the effect of the "time-stop pistol," Klein himself didn't know.

Because of concerns about negative effects, Klein's time-stopping time had never exceeded three seconds. But now there's no need to worry about that. After all, he believes Edsheland wouldn't care about so-called mystical tuberculosis.

Klein crossed his hands in front of his chest in a pretentious, awkward "eagle salute."

"May your soul rest in peace on the golden throne," Klein offered his heartfelt blessing.

He is so kind.

Having dealt with the swindlers who were using his name to deceive people, Klein severed his connection with the crimson star.

But he did not immediately leave the gray fog.

His spirituality told him that others would pray after a short while, so he decided not to go down. Ever since his name had spread throughout Silver City, Klein had become accustomed to listening to prayers from time to time.

Although there is a rule that you shouldn't pray for things that aren't very important, there are so many people doing it, and everyone has a different definition of "important".

"That girl will probably call the police, right?" Klein thought listlessly.

“These kinds of cases will inevitably be transferred to the appropriate Extraordinary squad, but we don’t know if it will be the Night Watchers, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Hearts,” Klein said.

"But doesn't Backlund have four official churches? Why are there only three Extraordinary Squads?" Padmon asked. "Is it because Brother K doesn't want any subordinates?"

Klein forced a smile and said, "How could there not be? My Tarot Club is all over the world. We have members even in the lands of God's forsaken."

Padmon's whiskers twitched, and he changed the subject: "Brother Nak, which side do you think will handle this?"

“Hmm… My reputation as the Fool isn’t small in Backlund; I might even have a file on me with the official organization. Hmm, they might gather all the information and hand it over to the Red Gloves or a similar team to handle.” As a former Night Watchman, the criminal K possessed strong counter-surveillance skills. He analyzed the possible process using the Night Watchman’s way of thinking.

"Anyway, they won't be able to find me," Klein concluded.

“But,” Padmon reminded her, “that former colleague, the Leonard we talked about before, wasn’t he riding on an old man?”

"Oh, right." Klein clenched his right fist and put it to his mouth. "He has a cheat code. What do we do then?"

"Brother Ke, don't ask us." Padma said, indicating that she didn't know either.

"Hey, Paddy," Klein suddenly thought, "Do you think... there are cats allergic to cat fur?"

Padma thought for a moment: "Theoretically speaking, it exists, but we've never seen it."

"They probably all died from allergies."

Suddenly, among the deep red stars that were quietly suspended in the boundless gray fog, one of them suddenly shone, spreading out a light like water.

It expands and contracts, contracts and expands again, making it exceptionally conspicuous.

This is a deep red "star" that does not belong to any member of the Tarot Club.

“It’s here.” Klein looked at the deep red.

It's finally here. After listening to the prayer, I can clock out and leave work today.

They don't seem to be residents of Silver City... so who could they be?

Like Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man, are people who connect with the gray fog through certain objects?
Klein, lost in thought, extended his spirituality, offering no response, merely observing. As Klein's spirituality touched upon it, the ever-expanding and contracting crimson "star" revealed the images and sounds it contained:

A dark-haired woman in a classical robe lay on the floor, writhing in agony.

She held a seemingly ordinary planetarium in one hand and a short scepter barely longer than her forearm in the other. Her strong will to survive almost broke through the shackles of the crimson "star" and entered Klein's ears directly.

Although the woman's figure was rather blurry, making it difficult to discern her exact features, Klein could still clearly see some things about her.

"Who is it?" Padmon couldn't see through the gray fog, so she could only ask Klein.

“A stranger I’ve never met before,” Klein replied.

“A lady, and as for her appearance… well… she had eyes,” Klein described.

"Thank you so much, kind Brother Ke. If you hadn't told us, we might have been kept in the dark forever," Padmon replied. "She has eyes."

"No, I mean, she has a lot of eyes. All over her body."

In Klein's vision, the woman's facial muscles were splitting open, the flesh and blood congealing and turning into countless eyeballs. Her ears protruded and expanded like trumpets. Her body shimmered with a silvery, iron-like sheen. Vertical grooves appeared on her body.

Her fingers dug deep, bloody marks into the floor, and above her was a nearly invisible, one-eyed trash can.

"Why is it another trash can..." Klein couldn't help but complain, "Is this some kind of symbol of a new world and new trend?"

(End of this chapter)