Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 307 Dreaming...

Without a second thought, Moon Emlyn asked, "What abilities does Mr. Fool possess?"

Audrey glanced at the moon hesitantly, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

This...this question sounds a lot like an undercover operation.

He was the kind of undercover agent who wasn't very bright.

Emlyn realized the inappropriateness of his question at this point and became somewhat hesitant.

He looks more like an undercover agent now.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Serres waved his hand. “Mr. Fool’s abilities don’t need to be kept secret, it’s fine.”

Anyway, no one would believe me even if I told them.

Who would believe that Mr. Fool is currently a Sequence Six?

Emlyn quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes, I'm not an undercover agent."

Audrey then turned her gaze away, faced the Tarot Club members again, and continued to reminisce.

“Mr. Fool, um... I didn’t see Mr. Fool’s abilities. All I know is that when Mr. Fool appeared, the two Insightful Ones acted as if they couldn’t see him at all.”

“Fooling.” Serres explained the term. “Mr. Fool’s greatest skill is to bring other people’s intelligence down to his own level, and then defeat them with his rich experience at that level.”

Having just been lectured by Mr. Fool, Cattleya couldn't help but lean back, moving a little away from Serres. But nothing happened.

Audrey gracefully covered her mouth, preventing her smile from showing.

She remembered that when Serres first joined the Tarot Club, he pretended to be very respectful to Mr. Fool. Back then, his speech even sounded strained. But as time went on, he stopped pretending and stopped using that strained tone.

“I remember having a rather unusual dream early Wednesday morning last year,” Otto said, recalling the time briefly.

“I dreamt of Mr. Fool.” This statement immediately drew the attention of everyone else, including Klein himself.

“I dreamt of Mr. Fool, shrouded in gray mist, seemingly in…the heavens, in…the universe, confronting another person whose face I could not see…no, it should be God. Confronting another god whose face I could not see.”

Otto actually saw it clearly, but he felt it was best not to reveal its specific appearance.

“I had a similar dream!” Fowles immediately became excited. She had been wondering why she would have such a dream. “But I dreamed of Dipsy Pie.”

The tarot meeting room fell silent.

Fowles tried to gesture, fidgeting with his hands helplessly: "Well... Dixie Pie is confronting another person."

Her voice grew quieter.

Alicia then cheerfully defused the situation.

“I dreamt about it too. But I dreamt about a black cat wearing a top hat.”

Audrey chimed in, "I dreamt of sweet iced tea."

“Gold pounds.” Alger raised his hand slightly.

“I dreamt of a trash can,” Cattleya nodded.

“I dreamt of the sun,” Derrick replied immediately.

Xing, Padmo, and Emlin looked at each other in bewilderment.

For some reason, Xing and Padmon seemed to be offline. Emlin spent the night with his doll and didn't sleep at all.

Finally, everyone turned their attention to Mr. Devil, who seemed to be the closest to Mr. Fool.

Serres thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "I dreamt about it too." "I dreamt of a scorched earth..."

"A washroom that has broken through the ground."

It blooms in the morning sun, whispering secrets to me:

"Fools rush into the fire, risking death to live."

At first glance, this seemed fine, but upon hearing the second sentence, Klein knew that Serres had lost his mind again.

"So touching!" The sudden sobbing from the right startled Klein.

He glanced blankly at Xing, who was crying her eyes out.

What's wrong with you now?

Too lazy to pay attention to Serres, Klein turned the world's head to look at the Hanged Man, and changed the subject with a smile:
"I have received news that the Church of Storms has taken action, and the situation in Bansi Port has been initially resolved."

Alger glanced at Serris, and seeing no reaction, asked in a deep voice, "What was the final result?"

“Bansi Port will not exist for some time,” the world replied with a smile.

At this point, Audrey and the others realized the abrupt shift in the topic and understood what they were discussing.

That's a place that involves Medici, the King of Angels.

Mr. World means the Church of Storms has razed Banshee to the ground? How typical of them. Audrey imagined a figure in the robes of the Church of Storms, chanting "I come with the storm," as lightning struck down.

That's good, then there's no need to worry about the innocent people there being contaminated. The only question is whether the Angel King Medici appeared, whether he escaped, whether the Pope of the Storm Church was present, and whether he used a Level 0 sealed artifact. Audrey wondered. "Mr. World, are you aware of the specific details?"

“No, no one can understand, except the higher-ups of the Storm Church.” World glanced at the Hanged Man with a slight glint in his eye, and the provocative instincts of the Gui San family erupted.

High-level officials...

The Hanged Man fell silent, once again feeling the burning ambition within his chest.

Alger, stop being such a fussy caterpillar. Grit your teeth and swallow them, sharpen your claws to be sharper than a blade! He emphasized this to himself over and over again.

What kind of bullshit contempt is this? Turn them all into stepping stones for your climb!

I will climb step by step with my extraordinary wisdom. I will make everyone who looks down on me tremble at my feet! I will make every corner of the church bear my name, and I will become a figure of awe and reverence!
Finally, Alger closed his eyes briefly and loosened his clenched fist.

The hermit, Cattleya, who was attending the tarot gathering for the second time, barely understood what the others were talking about.

As a pirate general, she was no stranger to Bansi Harbor, but she had no idea what had happened there or why the Church of Storms had destroyed it.

Therefore, she remained silent and did not ask any questions.

But then, the conversation shifted. The group started talking about the civil service exam.

“Mr. Fool, the second round of the government employee standardized test will end this afternoon; only the final interview remains.” Audrey’s tone was light, tinged with obvious joy, much like a high-achieving student reporting their grades to their parents.
Cattleya was somewhat bewildered. This… just a few minutes ago they were chatting about the Great War of Angels, the Fool's Veil, and other gods. How did it turn into a civil service exam a few minutes later?

Is Mr. Fool trying to insert his own influence into the secular world?

But no one paid attention to the Hermit's confusion. Everyone goes through this; the Hermit, with a little time, can always adapt to the erratic nature of Tarot group topics. It's like how topics in WeChat chat groups always inexplicably veer off course.

"In ancient times, there was an extraordinary creature called 'Gong' Pizi, which possessed an extraordinary ability called 'Declaration of Authority'." Serres began telling the Tarot Club members a story under the guise of a civil service exam.

"They greet everyone they meet with: 'Fellow villager, fellow villager. Do I look like a civil servant or a public institution employee?'"

"If someone were to reply at this point, 'You look like a temporary worker,' then the corrupt official would start retaliating..."

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(End of this chapter)