Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 322 Padma: "I don't want a straw hat!"

"Why?" Urolius asked calmly, looking down at the scene below.

He did not look at Serres, but Serres knew that He was asking him.

"What? Why? Why can a mushroom refine uniqueness?"

“Hmm.” Urolius nodded, and the layers of wings on his back continued to extend outward until they completely blocked the sky above Bayam.

"Do you know how the probability die is stored?" Serres asked again.

Ulorius, of course, knew this.

Normally, the uniqueness of this path can only be achieved by either being born with it, having the help of the beings of the past, or by relying on a simplified ascension ritual. There are no other possibilities.

In the path of destiny, the so-called "simplified promotion ceremony" is to find one's own unique opportunity for advancement.

Ulorus pondered for a few seconds with a calm expression, then concluded: "So he found the opportunity destined for him..."

“These two choices are the same,” Serres interrupted Ulorus’s thoughts. “To receive help from the past is itself a manifestation of destiny.”

Urouge looked once again in the direction of Chunqiu Chan.

It turned out to be the case.

Having retracted the wings that had been blocking Bayam behind him, He prepared to turn and leave.

With the past as collateral, there's no point in Him staying. He probably won't have a chance for at least a century.

He slowly condensed a river in his eyes, connecting its beginning and end, searching for the coordinates he had left in the land abandoned by God in the midst of destiny.

Anyway, if an old day wants to keep Him, then He definitely can't escape, so there's no need to scare yourself.

The hearts of innocent children are just that simple.

At this moment, Aquaman is still spinning in circles.

"Won't you take another look?" Serres asked.

Urolius stopped moving.

"also."

…………

Spring and Autumn Greed fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

When the owner of Mapel's general store saw that he had actually refined the probability dice, he was speechless.

She took out a paper crane and began writing a letter to Will Unsettin, the speaker of the Life School.

Darkwell was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.

His task was to get the dice, but now the dice are gone, so what should he do?
Moreover, and most importantly, the spectacle just now was truly enormous; he was certain that everyone on the island had seen the wings that had blotted out the sky.

He looked around in alarm, only to find that some pedestrians were looking down at their newspapers, some were hurrying along, and some were talking to each other as they walked.

It seemed that everything just now was an illusion, and they couldn't see it at all.

Not far away, Klein, in the collective unconscious space, also noticed this phenomenon, but he was not surprised.

He had looked up at the wings in the sky and noticed Serres.

But he couldn't see the people next to Serres clearly no matter what.

Was it him... or did He hide it himself?

In order not to affect ordinary people and extraordinary individuals of low to medium rank, it was hidden by some kind of force.

Klein guessed that ordinary people simply couldn't see the wings in the sky, while extraordinary beings could see them, but couldn't see the true form of that being.

Do not look directly at God.

Klein, who had extensive experience with similar situations, made his judgment.

Klein suspected that Serres was behind it. After all, if a large number of people on the archipelago had died or gone out of control because of the appearance of mythical creatures, it would be completely out of step with Serres' aesthetic of pleasure.

Klein speculated that it might have used either mystical or memory abilities. However, Serres himself admitted that he wasn't good at mystical abilities, so Klein thought the latter was more likely.

"Boring, we want to see rivers of blood," Paddy the cat on Klein's shoulder ranted.

Klein smiled, knowing that Padma was joking.

"So it's a bad cat. Well then, I'll have to be the Straw Hat Boy." Xing's voice rang out from behind Klein. As soon as Klein turned around, Xing yanked Paddy the cat off his shoulder.

Xing's face suddenly showed "Araki lines," and she held Padoma in her arms, tilting her head, widening her eyes, and rapidly rubbing Padoma's head.

"Yo...shi yo shi yo shi yo shi".

Klein was not surprised that Xing could enter this world of collective subconsciousness.

A star with four destinies can be considered quite versatile.

"Waaaaaah, I don't want a grass nest here!" Paddy struggled desperately.

The cat maggots are attacking!
Klein found the scene quite amusing.

How harmonious and beautiful!

“Oh, right.” Xing turned to Klein and said, “Recently, people from the Steam Church have been coming to St. Gehrman’s Church looking for people. I feel like they might be looking for you.”

"Hmm? Okay, I'll go then." Klein nodded, then complained, "Although, but how do you know everything..."

Xing nodded seriously: "Because that's how the mission instructions are written."

“Recently, there have been suspicious individuals loitering around St. Gehrman’s Lecture Hall, and you decided to tell Klein Moretti… that’s what the guide said,” Star explained. “This is your colleague’s mission.”

"Huh?" Klein tilted his head.

…………

Near Bayam, in a small port belonging to Rune, the Black Death was docked without any restraint, surrounded by three other ships.

Having just taken a hot bath, "Illness Lieutenant General" Tracy wore a loose men's shirt and gave her wounds, which had mostly healed, the final touches.

For a witch, things like acne scars and blemishes don't exist.

Her severed arm was reattached by her mother.

Tracy turned her gaze away from the window and blinked her slightly dry eyes.

She had seen the strange phenomenon in the sky earlier, but she didn't want to inquire about it at all.

Mind your own business and don't look at what you shouldn't look at. That's the kind of professionalism a cult member should have.

At that moment, a blonde maid knocked on the door and entered the captain's cabin after being given permission.

She glanced at Tracy, her face flushed, and looked away: "Captain, a telegram has arrived at the port here from Bayam."

"Missol... uh, the third mate was killed."

Tracy stopped what she was doing, her expression turning serious. She hesitated before asking, "Do you know who did it?"

She sent the "eloquent" Misor to Bayam to investigate, partly to punish his dereliction of duty, and partly to spread rumors about the attack and her own serious injuries, inciting malicious individuals to launch another attack. She had no expectation that Misor would make any breakthroughs in the short term.

She didn't care whether Misor would be in danger; it was part of the punishment itself.

To her surprise, Misor was killed so quickly.

The blonde maid handed over the telegram, saying, "An adventurer named Gehrman Sparrow."

“An extraordinary ability I’ve never seen before?” Tracy took the telegram and glanced at it briefly.

“His name is the same as that of a recently opened church in the Rothschild Islands,” the maid explained.

“The church…” Tracy seemed to realize something, her fingers tightened a little, then loosened weakly. “I understand.”

Just as she was about to wave her hand to dismiss the maid, the water not far away suddenly surged back up.

Following her spiritual intuition, Tracy looked and saw a sailboat capsize and rise from the water.

“The Jackdaw?” Tracy squinted at the flag on the sailboat.

She had also heard about the pirate couple who were recently making headlines at sea.

Then she immediately understood what was going on.

Extraordinary characteristics combined.

"Get out of here," Tracy ordered the helmsman.

(End of this chapter)