Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 274 Arrodes is connected to the internet
Cattleya thought back for a moment.

Bamboo Fungus is merely a Sequence 8 Mind Reader, while Dingxianyou and Chunqiuchan have never taken any magic potions.

Thank goodness, at least it wasn't a particularly troublesome method or a large-scale loss. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of their small size, even though these mushrooms are as intelligent as a ten-year-old child, the things they can actually do are very limited.

The three of them combined probably couldn't even beat a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Seeing Frank's anxious eyes, Cattleya ultimately couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.

She temporarily set aside her plan to deliver the message, turned back to the cabin, and found an astrolabe on the table. Using the astrologer's divination abilities, she quickly located the three lost mushrooms for Frank.

Bayam, the city of generosity.

This... Cattleya couldn't quite figure out the situation either.

The Future is currently near the island of Skakia, about a week's sea voyage from Bayam. How did these mushrooms get lost and end up in Bayam?

"Captain, have you gotten food poisoning from eating too much 'Plus Meal' lately?" Frank asked bluntly.

Ignoring Frank's "childish remark," Cattleya had her astrological chart read several more times. But the results were always the same.

Those three mushrooms are in Bayam, that much is certain.

Cattleya looked at Frank: "When was the last time you saw them?"

“Hmm…” Frank thought for a moment, “This morning… I also heard Chunqiu planning his future goals this morning.”

Cattleya glanced at the astrological chart again: "I understand."

"We don't have any specific goals lately. We'll replenish our supplies on the island tomorrow, and then set our next stop as Bayam."

“Okay.” Frank nodded and turned to explain the route plan to the crew.

Cattleya looked at the horoscope again, and after thinking for a few seconds without any result, she decided to write this matter into her letter to the Queen.

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Backlund, East District.

This is the slum of Backlund, where everyone has a decent "craft".

Especially in the largest tavern in the East District, "Rotten Wood Tavern," one in ten patrons has a criminal history, and at least five of the remaining patrons are people who want to commit crimes but lack the ability, courage, or even the simplest theft.

As for truly virtuous people, they are almost impossible to find here.

The area here is as safe as Gotham City. Wanted posters are hanging on the pub's door, and the criminals on those posters may very well be inside the pub, perhaps even using their own wanted posters as tablecloths.

Dinner time is usually the busiest time in the tavern, with loud shouts and the smells of blood and sweat mixing together, making it a place no normal person would want to come to.

knock knock knock.

A knock came from the tavern door, accompanied by the creaking of the old wooden door. But none of the patrons paid any attention to the young man standing at the door.

boom.

A gunshot rang out.

Gunshots were the only language these guys could understand.

The scene fell silent instantly, and everyone looked towards the main entrance.

There stood a young man with black hair and green eyes. His hair was messy, but his features were handsome. He wore a white casual shirt and black trousers, the hems of his clothes flared out and fluttered in the wind, giving him a dashing yet somewhat unruly air. He looked like he had just rushed out of his house and hadn't even had time to change.

His left forearm was empty, he had no left hand, and he held a revolver in his right hand.

He was the one who fired the shot. He knocked on the door with his pistol first, and only fired a shot out of desperation when no one answered. He didn't want to either. After all, he didn't want to be a barbarian.

All attention was focused on the man, and no one noticed that not far from the door, a left hand was supporting itself with its five fingers, crawling into the tavern like a spider.

"Good evening, you damned bastards. My name is Leonard Mitchell. I'm sure you've heard of me, Backlund's best bounty hunter."

Upon hearing Leonard's self-introduction, several patrons discreetly reached for their waists.

boom.

There was another gunshot.

Leonard casually smashed a glass bottle. The scattered shards of glass exploded like knives, shattering one bottle after another.

After a series of seemingly illogical yet real coincidences, a bottle exploded near the men who were about to draw their guns, and shards of glass pierced their hands.

This is the extraordinary ability of the Hunting Path Sequence 8 "Bounty Hunter". Although its power is low, its effect is impressive and it is just right for clearing out mobs.

"Don't move, you shit, I'm not here for you." Leonard tossed his hair arrogantly and tapped the wanted poster on the door with the butt of his gun.

"Is Mr. Pavel Perk here? Come out yourself, or shall I invite you?" He had a cynical smile on his face, and if he weren't currently holding off a drunkard in a tavern, people would be more inclined to believe he was a poet than a bounty hunter.

Even though he can't write poetry at all.

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Klein boarded a passenger ship bound for Delineus Island, preparing to head to the port of Delineus in the south.

Today, he accepted Lieutenant Admiral Edwina's invitation to travel to the Golden Dream.

The journey requires a transfer and will take about 10 hours. The time isn't long; Klein sat in his room, idly flipping through the book the magician had given him.

The passenger ship departed the port and sailed into the open sea.

The crimson moonlight shone down, and stars were faintly visible through the thin clouds. This was a scene that was rarely seen in the big cities before Klein's journey. Skyscrapers and terrible air pollution always made it difficult to see a sky full of stars.

The window was open, and Klein turned his head to look out, feeling the rather chilly sea breeze, and thought the stars in the sky looked like insects for some reason.

He chuckled softly without looking away. The hybrid vessel sailed quietly on the gentle waves, and would sail smoothly until tomorrow morning.

Padma was playing with Klein's phone, while Danitz paced back and forth a short distance away, imagining how he would brag to his companions.

With a ding, Klein's phone suddenly rang. It was a friend request notification.

Padma, who was playing Honkai Impact 3rd, saw this, casually swiped to put the game in the background, and meowed.

“Boss Gehrman, your message.”

"Hmm?" Klein put down the book in his hand and picked up the phone that Padmon pushed towards him.

A friend request appeared in the "New Friends" section of the messaging app.

The profile picture is a mirror, and the verification request reads:

“Great master, your humble and loyal Arodes has finally caught up with you.”

"It's that simp." Padmon leaned closer for a look.

Klein adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked, puzzled, "Where did he get the phone?"

"We don't know either," Padmo shook her head.

Just as they were about to click confirm, their vision suddenly darkened simultaneously, as if clouds were drifting in, obscuring the crimson moonlight and plunging the already gloomy sea into a deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)