Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 311 My Wallet Gets a Stun

Fragrant Leaf Bar, in a corner location.

Erlan found a military informant there and introduced him to Klein.

“These two are Gehrman Sparrow and Miss Paddo. This is Us Kent, just call him Kent,” Airland introduced the two groups. “You two chat, I need to go back and prepare. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

Having completed his task, he waved and turned to leave without hesitation.

The military wants to get in touch with Gehrman, and I, a mere little Karami, can just lead the way. If I stay here, I'll really be ungrateful.

Klein didn't say much, pulled up a chair next to him, and sat down. He didn't ask for any alcohol, and just stared blankly at Us Kent.

He was a man in a brown jacket. He was in his thirties, with brown hair and eyes, a high nose bridge, and a very common face, though his Rune ancestry was clearly visible.

Kent felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at and took a swig of Zarja beer.

“No, no, no, informants shouldn’t look like that.” Padmon seemed to dislike the awkward atmosphere and whispered to Klein, “Informants should find a handsome guy or a beautiful girl, put on heavy makeup, and then slightly dirty their clean, new clothes without any holes, to pretend to look disheveled.”

"It would be best to add another scene where a woman is dressed as a man. Hmm... it has to be the kind of makeup that even a dog could tell she's a woman, makeup that looks like she's not wearing any makeup at all," Padmo concluded.

"Then all the surrounding pirates will be completely blind, just waiting for the real protagonist to come and expose my identity. Right?" Kent smoothly continued Padmon's words, "That's how plays are performed nowadays."

Once the conversation started, he took another sip of his drink. He said to Klein, "You can come to me with anything in the future, as long as you can provide valuable information or help us with something."

He wasn't worried that the drunkards around them would overhear their conversation, because many gangsters and pirate groups would say the same thing.

The phrases used when recruiting informants are often quite similar.

"As for the bounty, just bring it to us directly. We can offer a higher price." This time, he noticeably lowered his voice.

Kent paused, then added, "If your church doesn't offer a bounty itself."

“Okay.” Klein nodded calmly.

LOL, the Church of Pleasure doesn't offer bounties for capturing pirates at all.

Us Kent chuckled, seemingly quite drunk, "We've heard some things about you from Airland, and we can roughly guess your identity. But I still have to remind you, you can't be so reckless on the high seas."

“A representative of the church is certainly capable of protecting himself, but pirates will not talk to you about chivalry, nor will they abide by the laws and rules of the kingdom. If you settle in various port cities or island colonies, they are absolutely capable of attacking your family.”

Family… Klein paused for a second, then said calmly:

"I have no family."

“Of course, I understand.” Kent seemed to have anticipated Klein’s response and didn’t believe Klein’s lie about not having any family. “I believe that the families of church agents will definitely be protected by the church, without a doubt. I’m just making a hypothetical suggestion to remind you not to let your family live by the sea.”

Klein paused for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Thank you."

"Didn't you say you didn't have any family? Did you stop time to play with tiles just now?" Padmon scratched Klein's shoulder, only to be slapped away by Klein.

Watching the aloof adventurer interact with his quirky pet, Kent smiled, took a sip of beer, and considered whether he should also get an extraordinary pet to keep him company.

Just then, Klein's "wallet jolted." His spiritual intuition told him that a human-shaped gold coin was observing him, and not out of curiosity or ill intent.

My wallet is reacting; there must be gold pounds nearby!

"Huh? I've only just come out and I'm already being watched?" Klein frowned slightly, making no attempt to hide it, and immediately turned his head to look back, following his intuition. He saw a man with short eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and brownish-red irises.

"The smooth talker" Misor King... bounty 5400 pounds! The third mate of the flagship Black Death, "Admiral of Disease," Klein, immediately recognized who was observing him.

Kent noticed Klein's unusual behavior and followed his gaze, but his view was blocked by several drunkards due to the angle.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

“We’ve struck it rich,” Padmon answered for Klein.

At this moment, Klein instinctively had a plan. He would pretend not to recognize Misor King, look away, ask for a drink, and secretly observe where the other man went. Then, using the "Recollection Artist's" ability to navigate the "collective unconscious world," he would infiltrate Misor's hiding place and hunt him down silently.

But the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before Klein suddenly realized a problem: "This is me being myself. But I am now Gehrman Sparrow, a seemingly calm but actually crazy adventurer."

A top-tier OpenCare master would never allow themselves to go out of character (OOC).

In a flash, he suddenly turned around, propped himself up on the table with one hand, took out an old-fashioned pistol, and aimed it at Misor.

Many of the drunkards instinctively collapsed to the ground, while a dozen or so others dodged or rolled to avoid them, their movements extremely practiced. Among them was Misor.

Click.

The gears of time came to a standstill at that moment.

The next second, Klein appeared calmly beside Misor, looking down at the fallen Misor, pointing his gun at the man's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The gun rang out.

Misor's brown eyes suddenly darkened, and he rolled over at the sound of the gunshot, throwing a stone at the same time.

The bullet mysteriously veered off course in mid-air, and Misor narrowly avoided it.

Bribery and distortion.

"Bang." Klein uttered a single syllable.

An air bullet was spat out of Klein's mouth and pierced Mithril's throat.

Additional attack.

All that fancy stuff, are you trying to hide from me?

The guard with the gun in his hand was about to step forward to stop it, but seeing this scene, he silently retreated to his post.

How much does it cost per month? To risk your life against the extraordinary.

Klein reached out and grabbed at Misor's memories. With the help of Padmon's luck, he easily found the various escape routes in the memories.

Then, he touched the ground with his toes, and an invisible force field spread out. Walls materialized from the illusion, blocking every door and window, including the secret passage in the basement.

P.S.: Double rewards on the last day! Monthly tickets, please!

(End of this chapter)