Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 315 Leonard the Shovel of the Goddess

Raphael Cemetery in Tingen.

The crimson moon was almost sinking below the horizon, and at the eastern horizon, the eternal sun, running naked, poked its head out.

The weather in January is quite cold; even in Backlund, in the southern part of the Kingdom of Loen, most places are still dark and chilly.

Leonard stood before a tomb, gazing silently at the inscription on it.

"The best older brother, the best younger brother, the best colleague."

Leonard lowered his head, staring at the words "best colleague," and remained silent for a long time.

The moonlight shone on the stone tablet, making a corner of the cemetery appear quiet and cool.

Leonard Mitchell opened his pocket watch, glanced at it, then hesitated before putting it away. He let out a long sigh.

"Let me see if someone is impersonating Tingen's hero, or..."

The next second, Leonard's right hand suddenly fell to the ground and slowly turned into a clone.

The formation of this clone was very slow, much slower than when it had just drunk the potion and before it had fully digested.

"Kid, something's not right with you," Pales's voice rang in Leonard's ear.

“I know…” Leonard looked at the slowly forming clone, “I figured it out.”

The two Leonards split into two, one on each side, and each forcefully lifted a shovel stuck in the side and shoveled it down.

The two mounds of earth gradually rose, and the tomb was slowly revealed. People occasionally passed by, but they were completely unaware of it, as if what was happening here was just a dream.

Finally, Leonard threw down the shovel, put the two together, bent down and reached out his hands to grasp the edge of the coffin lid, only to find that the thick iron nails had fallen off at some point.

His heart sank, but he still refused to believe it.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the heavy wooden lid, revealing an empty, dark coffin.

Nothing at all!

Leonard remained in a semi-bent position, watching this scene silently, without making any further movements for a long time, as if he had become a stone statue.

"Boy..."

A few seconds later, he straightened up and took two steps back.

He tentatively took out a coin and tossed it forward.

The coin shattered into three pieces in mid-air and flew towards a tree nearby.

Snapped.

Three fragments struck the tree trunk, leaving three marks.

They couldn't shoot through the tree.

"Boy."

"Heh." Leonard suddenly chuckled.

A Sequence 7 character specializing in hunting and penetration couldn't even penetrate a single tree.

What can a "hunter" do if it has lost its hatred and its purpose?

"Boy!"

Leonard's mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't remember anything.

Then, he felt a slap on the back of his head. He stumbled forward, almost falling.

This invisible slap simultaneously shattered the wisps of blue-green flames emanating from Leonard's body.

Leonard shuddered, raised his hands, and noticed that his hands had become dry and cracked, with wind constantly blowing out of those cracks.

"Weathering...?" Leonard said with some doubt.

He is very familiar with this kind of monetization.

Weather damage, a remarkable effect that often occurs when he attacks enemies.

"Thinking about a man so much you almost lost control, you kid, you're not really gay, are you?" Pales's aged voice rang in Leonard's ears.

"That's definitely not it..." Leonard weakly tried to explain himself. But he felt that Pales probably wouldn't believe him.

"The core of [Hunting] is hatred. It's normal to lose hatred, become confused, and experience symptoms of losing control." Wearing a mask and with cognitive shield activated, Serres emerged from the nearby woods.

“So what do I do now? I can’t exactly go hunting Klein, can I…” Leonard raised his two hands, which were still weathering.

“It’s not impossible,” Serres nodded, “but I don’t think you can beat him.”

"Then now I..."

“Get some sleep,” Serres interrupted him. “Everything will be alright after a good night’s sleep.”

After saying that, Leonard suddenly swayed, closed his eyes, and lowered his head.

But just as he was about to collapse, he suddenly regained his balance.

When Leonard opened his eyes again, a look of old age, depth, and something completely different from his usual gaze appeared in his eyes as he looked at Serres.

“You can walk back by yourself, right?” Serris asked.

“Okay.” Pales nodded, controlling Leonard.

"That's fine then." Serres had no interest in the old worm and turned to leave.

"Why...why are you so nice to this kid?" Pales suddenly asked.

He originally wanted to ask, "What exactly are you?" But then, realizing he couldn't beat the other person, he changed his question.

Serres had already walked several steps away when he heard the question. He turned halfway around and answered casually, "Fun."

Pales suddenly hallucinated Amon and didn't know what to say.

“Don’t compare me to him,” Serres corrected. “He didn’t know what to do, so he was just having fun. As for me…”

He proudly raised his hand, pointing his thumb to his nose: "I am Chunjian."

“But you old man…” Serres turned to look at Pales, “Why are you so concerned about an insomniac? He can’t even eat him.”

“Well… how should I put it?” Pales shrugged, not giving a direct answer. “Besides my bunch of kids who are almost all dead, he’s the only one who calls me old man.”

“Oh, stand-in literature.” Serres nodded knowingly. “The old man is old but not young at heart, and he’s quite adept at it.”

Pales hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "What kind of dream is this kid having?"

Serres didn't answer directly, "Want to try it out?"

Pales thought for a moment, then sat down against the stone tablet on Klein's grave: "Let me take a look too."

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(End of this chapter)