Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 308 The Fool Appears
"If you answer 'civil servant,' will Gongpizi be able to pass the exam?" Fowles asked curiously.

Serres picked at his ear: "What are you thinking? At most, I'll just make him happy for a while. After the results come out, he'll continue dreaming of becoming a corrupt official after the next exam."

Klein suddenly stopped laughing after the gray fog appeared; he had been dreaming for 13 years in his past life.

With that topic over, Serres started a new one: "I've decided, I'm going to sideline Mr. Fool."

Is this...is this something I can say? Audrey gracefully covered her mouth slightly, expressing her surprise.

"No seats!" Serres declared righteously. "The world has suffered from fools for too long. Mr. Devil, are you born with a silver spoon in your mouth?"

He manifested something that looked like a cube.

"Let's start with information. All communication among Tarot Club members has to go through Mr. Fool, which is a monopoly on information exchange and very inconvenient. So I've decided to give the Tarot Club family a treat. It's a communication tool called 'Mobile Phone.' Now, three, two, one, link up..."

After a few minutes of pitching, Serres sold the phone to every member of the Tarot Club for "two pounds".

After exchanging ideas for a few more minutes, Fool Klein announced that the gathering was now over.

As Miss Justice and the others rose to greet him, he cut off the contact and leaned back in his chair.

He also needs to deliver packages to Serres and help Serres "undermine" him.

While waiting, he quietly gazed at the boundless gray-white mist below for a long time.

As time passed, Klein's spirituality was suddenly stirred, and he heard someone praying to the "Lord of Fools".

Klein had heard prayers from followers of the "Lord of Fools" very few times.

Even now, with the growing number of believers, he still finds it difficult to receive prayers for him, for some reason.

Moreover, not only was it difficult to pronounce his "Lord of Fools" title, but it was also written in Rune script, which was not particularly effective.

But he did hear it.

Klein followed the prayer and peered down through the gray fog, spotting a familiar figure.

Benson!

For a moment, Klein even thought Benson was in some danger and was praying to his god. But the next second, Klein realized the situation clearly.

Benson is taking an exam, specifically the civil service exam.

"Great Lord of Fools, please bless me to pass this exam..." This was Benson's prayer.

"Phew." Klein breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, tapped the long table lightly, and looked at Benson in the gray fog, remaining silent for a long time.

Soon after, the exam papers were brought out.

Klein had a sudden inspiration, extending his spirituality to touch the deep red star that represented Benson.

Next, he invoked Benson's extraordinary ability as a "recollection artist," helping him bring the knowledge in his subconscious to the surface of his memory, allowing him to easily recall every piece of content he saw while flipping through the book. This included the necessary knowledge points, their location in the book, and the specific page, paragraph, and line—all crystal clear.

After doing all this, Klein leaned back in his chair, a genuine smile of happiness on his face.

...Inside a café near King's Road in Backlund.

Melissa held a ceramic teaspoon, gently stirring her lemon-infused black tea, occasionally glancing out the window shrouded in a light white mist.

Today is Benson's exam day. As his "parent," she plans to wait for him at a coffee shop near the exam venue after his exam. This is what they call "the eldest sister acting like a mother."

Her black veil was placed on the seat next to her, and in front of her was a plate of the cheapest toast, but she didn't take a bite.

She was initially worried that sitting there would upset the coffee shop owner and prevent him from making more money, but she later discovered that many people were staying there, just like her, waiting for the exams across the street to end.

She glanced down at her pocket watch, then ordered the cheapest espresso and an Intis latte. She pushed the latte and bread to the seat opposite her, waiting for Benson to finish his exam.

Time ticked by, and the condensation on the windowpane grew thicker and thicker. Melissa couldn't help but reach out her right hand and use her fingers to clear away a small patch of fog.

After pausing for two seconds, Melissa drew five stick figures on the glass—two large and three small—using circles and straight lines, as if wiping away the fog. After thinking for a moment, she added smiley faces to all the stick figures.

Finally, she saw a group of people walk out of the examination room and surge over. She saw the wooden door of the coffee shop with glass windows being pushed open, and seven or eight men and women entering the coffee shop.

She quickly wiped the painting off the window, stood up, and waved for Benson to come to her.

Benson noticed Melissa, walked over quickly, and sat down in front of her.

Thirsty, he took a sip of the coffee in front of him, which had gone cold from sitting for a while, and took off his somewhat worn top hat.

He let out a long sigh of relief, but before he could even smooth his high hairline with his fingers or touch the bread in front of him, he heard his younger sister ask nervously, "How was the test... um, were the questions difficult today?"

"It might be difficult for others, but I have no problem with it; arithmetic is my forte. And for some reason, I remember those formulas and theories exceptionally clearly today. I can recall them easily just by glancing at the questions."

Benson glanced around, noticing everyone was discussing and no one was paying attention to him, then chuckled, "When the exam ended, I saw that many people still had large blank pages on their papers. Ha, do they think low-level government employees can have arithmetic secretaries? If so, what's the difference between hiring Curly-haired Baboons and hiring them?"

Benson remains a huge fan of curly-haired baboons as always.

“Hmm…” Melissa hesitated. She remembered hearing a saying before.

"I'm doomed, I won't know any of them" means you'll get 99 points. "I almost solved the last question" means you'll get 90 points. But "I'm safe!" means you only got 59 points.

However, she felt she shouldn't voice these thoughts, so she turned her head back and said, "Benson, if you're really confident, you should start thinking about the interview. At the very least, you need to buy a decent new outfit. Hmm, something that costs nine pounds and fifteen pence would be decent enough."

“We can think about that tomorrow. Today we just need to celebrate. I’ve already decided which restaurant to go to,” Benson said with a smile, pointing outside.

This conversation, so reminiscent of something from a movie, made Melissa purse her lips and look at her brother very seriously, saying, "I've already bought the meat and vegetables, including tender peas and lamb."

Benson and his sister stared at each other for a few seconds before he reluctantly looked away. "Okay, let's go home. But before that, we need to go to the Church of Mercy. I have a feeling the Lord of Fools appeared during today's exam."

He said "Church of Mercy" instead of "Church of St. Clyne" to avoid reminding his sister of sad things.

Melissa smiled and nodded with a very relaxed expression, as if she hadn't thought about anything.

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