Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 292 Those with extraordinary destinies are attracted to each other.
Handsome men and beautiful women are always eye-catching, especially those with impressive entrance effects.

In Bayam, the existence of extraordinary individuals is no secret. People may be surprised, envious, or amazed, but they generally do not panic.

Of course, to avoid the Church of Storms coming to their destination to collect the copper pennies from the gas meters, Edsack immediately cast an illusion spell on the surroundings after disembarking, concealing their movements.

The Jackdaw shrank into Edsack's pocket, making it impossible for the Church of Storms to block the ship.

The Jackdaw can take them on an escape journey from anywhere, whether it's in the sky or on the ground.

As he walked along the road with Triss, Edsack's spirituality was stirred, and he looked at a carriage that had just passed by.

He only glanced at him briefly, but he had already memorized the driver's appearance perfectly.

He was a man with a cold, handsome face, and a cat perched on his shoulder. He wore a tailcoat, purple trousers, gold-rimmed glasses, and an "exoskeleton glove" on his right hand. But what impressed Edsack most, for some reason, was his top silk hat.

Edsack frowned slightly as he watched the coachman and the cat walk away.

“German Sparrow,” Edsack said, naming the coachman.

"Is there a problem?" Triss asked.

She knew Edsack too well; she shouldn't have had this expression when she saw a famous pirate hunter like Edsack.

Edsack pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have a feeling that they may also be users of the 'Destiny Potion'."

Although each of the Destiny Potions has its own characteristics, they are all made by Serres after all, and thus have a high degree of "resonance" with demigods.

As fellow extraordinary beings wielding the "Potion of Fate," Edsack could sense a similar feeling emanating from the two men. That indescribable feeling, called "Fate."

This is probably some kind of manifestation of the law of aggregation of extraordinary properties, Edsack thought.

"People from the Church of Pleasure?" Triss thought for a moment and then made her judgment.

“Possibly,” Edsack nodded affirmatively.

The Fate Potion should be the exclusive property of the Church of Pleasure. Even they are, in fact, peripheral members of the Church of Pleasure.

This was something Edsack jokingly suggested back then.

"If they can be rescued from the royal family, they will join the Church of Pleasure."

Although Serres seemed completely unconcerned, Edsack kept his word.

He no longer wanted to worship the ancestors of the Augustus family.

The Church of Pleasure seems like a good option.

"Should we follow them and see?" Triss asked.

Edsack thought for a moment, then shook his head: "It's better to have one less thing to do. Let's leave it at that."

Triss thought so too.

She held Edsack's arm.

Elbow, come with me to act.

Triss dragged Edsack away, still talking about the future with him: "When I become an Iron Knight, your offspring will become members of my legion. At least... a hundred or two hundred, I guess."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Edsack frowned with concern. "Are you sure everything will be alright?"

“Of course, I can handle it.” Triss’s smile widened. “I’ll make sure you can handle it too…”

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Inside the Intis Consulate.

Elaine, having finished her makeup, sat patiently in front of her dressing table for a while until someone knocked on her door.

She picked up her luggage, opened the door, and followed her family elder's friend to the side gate of the consulate garden.

At this moment, a carriage was already waiting there, which would take her to the port to board a passenger ship to Prydz Port in the Kingdom of Rune, from where she would detour back to Intis.

As a hunter skilled at setting traps and an arsonist with exceptional intuition, Elaine possesses extraordinary counter-tracking skills, carefully examining her surroundings, including the coachman.

The local aborigine was lean and muscular, his features unchanged from when I last saw him. He looked a little nervous, which was normal...

His attire was slightly different from when I last saw him. He wore linen clothes and a top hat. It looked like an imitation of Rune's formal wear, but it was a poor imitation.

This is quite common here. It seems the coachman was trying to make a better impression and curry favor with her. After confirming her identity, Elaine thanked the family elder's friend, picked up her luggage, and boarded the carriage.

As the wheels rolled, she pursed her lips and looked out the window, where she saw the Intis sycamore trees rushing past.

This gave her the illusion that she had returned to Trier.

This gradually relaxed her, and she watched the scenery outside the window recede into the distance without saying a word.

The coachman initially tried to strike up a conversation with her, but fell silent after she rejected him.

This aligns well with Elaine's impression of coachmen in these places.

After some time, Elaine suddenly felt something was wrong. The surrounding streets were becoming increasingly deserted and remote.

Although she had been a maritime merchant and had long been active in the Misty Sea, she was not very familiar with Bayam in the Sunia Sea. However, the Sequence 9 "Hunter" could bring her enough vigilance.

But the next second, her spiritual intuition subsided, and Elaine felt that it was just an illusion.

"Is this the right route?" Just to be on the safe side, Elaine shifted her position slightly and cautiously asked the driver. She was ready to jump out of the carriage at any moment and prepare to condense a fireball.

The driver didn't turn around or answer; he just looked at the road ahead and suddenly pulled the horse to a stop.

"What are you doing!" Elaine immediately demanded.

A gust of wind blew by, as if scattering the still-wet ink painting on the glass. The coachman suddenly became blurry and then disappeared.

Elaine's heart tightened instantly, and without hesitation, she was about to crash through the carriage and tumble outside.

Regardless of whether this was an overreaction or not, she believed it had to be done.

At that moment, a strong sense of fear suddenly surged within her, as if she were standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, surrounded by an elite army of 100,000.

The stench of bloodshed from hundreds of years of fighting on the battlefield washed over her, making it hard for her to breathe and almost suffocating her.

The spiritual pressure made her hesitant, afraid to take any rash action. The physical pressure nearly caused her to suffocate, leaving her body stiff.

Suddenly, the feeling disappeared, vanished without a trace.

Immediately, she heard a deep voice: "I won't hurt you, but I need to ask you some questions."

Elaine's mind raced as she quickly weighed the various options available to her.

In the end, she did not blindly flee, but instead sat back down in her original seat.

She had experienced a similar feeling with her elders in her own family.

A demigod.

The carriage door opened, and Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a top hat, walked in from outside.

He had been sitting on the roof of the carriage, in the world of "recollection," unnoticed by anyone.

In order to play the role of a coachman, he specifically practiced how to drive horses and vehicles, a skill he had not yet had a chance to truly learn in the Tingen Market Nightwalker squad.

Given the time constraints and the fact that he didn't have a full grasp of the situation, he had no choice but to temporarily extract some of Danitz's memories and instincts and stuff them into the horse's body, so that the horse would carry him instead of him driving the carriage.

Danitz had no objection to this.

At the same time, Danitz, who had been hiding nearby, ran over, sat in the driver's seat, and took the reins.

A wisp of blue mist drifted out from the horse's back and returned to Danitz's body.

He, who had been somewhat dazed, suddenly perked up and drove off.

After a short time, Danitz of the horse seemed to become quite skilled at driving a carriage.

His round-brimmed felt hat was pulled low, and he was dressed like a real coachman.

There was no imitation formal linen clothing, no deliberately worn linen hat. And no small talk with the other passengers.

Elaine's palms were sweaty and her body was trembling slightly, but she appeared completely relaxed and not nervous at all.

Being nervous or on guard when facing a demigod is useless. What she should do now is show that "I have a powerful backer".

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