Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 324 My name is Merlin Hermes
It's around 2 AM outside of Beijing time.

With a snap, he closed his pocket watch. Klein pressed his top hat with one hand and leaped out of a ball of fire in mid-air.

He fell straight down from a height of more than ten meters, but landed on the ground without making a sound, just like a cat.

What was supposed to be a cool scene turned into something resembling a turkey because of the fur coat he was wearing.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, and his elegant coat looked like a thick cotton-padded coat from Northeast China on him.

This is the essence of the God of Poverty.

Is he a loyal friend who doesn't deliver?

"Come out and give directions, you really can't stand the cold," Klein said, shaking his pockets.

But Padma just scurried around in the pocket for a bit and then casually gave a direction.

"We can only make the most of our luck when we can't see it," Padmo emphasized righteously.

Klein looked up at the vast expanse of white snow and pondered for a few seconds.

Gehrman Sparrow has used up almost all of his disguises.

Next, you'll need to play the role of a battlefield magician and a master of puppets.

Perhaps he could try using a different persona.

As he imagined, his clothes changed, and he was now wearing a black, semi-open robe, common among wandering magicians, with the hem hanging down to his knees, and a gray-brown shirt underneath.

He wore an essential black traditional hat on his head and a striped gray-purple scarf around his neck.

Padma's position also changed from the pocket of the outer garment to the inside of the garment. Because the pocket was smaller, a brown head peeked out.

"You're definitely going to have to endure this freezing weather today!" Klein thought with a hint of malice.

"I curse all your gold coins to turn into little birds and fly away..." Paddo Meow muttered.

Klein froze for half a second before raising his hand and gently touching the gold-rimmed glasses on his face. The artifact returned to its original state.

A single purple eyepiece placed in the left eye.

His lower body consisted of a pair of dress pants and shoes, along with leg rings that he inexplicably wanted to add. They weren't very useful, but they certainly looked quite good.

Her facial features softened, and her hair grew longer, reaching down to her waist.

After thinking for a moment, Klein raised his hand and conjured a magic wand in his palm, which he then clipped to his chest pocket.

Then, following the clues that Padmon had casually left behind, he found his way to a mountain peak.

With another casual gesture, Klein's colors began to dim and blur, gradually blending into his surroundings.

This is another use of illusion, similar to a chameleon, but more thoroughly concealed. Klein calls it "illusion."

He rounded a huge rock covered with a thick layer of ice and came to a dark cave with a woman guarding the entrance holding an old-fashioned bow and arrow.

The woman had soft, shiny black hair, which she tied into a simple ponytail. Her facial features were very gentle, unlike those of people from any other country in the Northern Continent.

The elves... have run into the main characters. Klein thought to himself, stopping in his tracks a short distance away.

He knew very well that the elves of this world were not as innocent as often depicted in fairy tales. On the contrary, they were quite wild, mainly following the "storm" path.

If the legendary elves are mostly warriors of pure love, then the real ones are pure warriors with violent tempers.

Upon seeing her slightly pointed ears, and combining this with the content of Grosser's Travels, Klein immediately knew her identity: the first female elf to meet the giant Grosser, whose name was unknown.

She was dressed in a brown, ancient-style hunter's coat and trousers. Klein only turned his gaze toward her as if startled after he dispelled his illusion and coughed twice, raising his bow and arrow in a warning gesture.

"This intuition isn't working either..." Klein thought. The mere concealment at near-Sequence Four level had fooled her.

He lifted the brim of his hat and strode toward the other person.

But as soon as he got close, the female elf raised her longbow without hesitation, the arrowhead on it flashing with silvery-white lightning.

Klein had no intention of arguing with her, so he stopped and stood there with a smile on his face.

Just then, with a whoosh, Klein saw a terrifying greatsword embedded in the snow, and two thick, sturdy, gray-blue hairy legs.

Wow, that's so cool!
Klein realized he was only slightly taller than the knee of the giant sword's leg, and instinctively followed the lines of the greatsword upwards.

After taking two more steps back, he was almost leaning backward when he finally saw the giant in front of him, who was nearly four meters tall.

The giant had a grayish-blue complexion, and his chest, abdomen, and waist were covered with thick animal fur, while the rest of his body was exposed, even his feet were unprotected.

He leaned on his greatsword, wider than a human door panel, and looked down at Anderson, Klein, and the others with his signature vertical single eye, asking in a booming voice, "Who are you? Why have you come to Grosser's camp?"

"Hmm..." Klein was thinking about how to explain.

Would they believe me if I said I just happened to be browsing around...?

“I’m here to hunt the King of the North.” Klein thought for a few seconds and came up with this relatively reasonable explanation.

Grosser grinned widely and asked with delight, "Are you here to deal with Julian too?"

Yulisian? The real name of the King of the North? Klein was momentarily at a loss for words.

This giant is way too naive; he should at least have done some divination...

Klein answered in a thoughtful, low voice, "Yes."

"Haha, then we're friends." Grosser looked down at Klein and laughed.

So, are you really not going to check this out...?

Is he really a typical Japanese action hero?
"My name is Grosser," the giant introduced himself, and also introduced the elf beside him, "This is the elven singer Shatas."

Elf Singer? Ocean Singer? Klein suddenly felt that there was hope for Mr. Hanged Man's potion recipe.

Grosser laughed and said, "Let's go into the camp. We are about to go to war with the evil dragon Julian."

Klein sighed inwardly and followed the boisterous giant into the cave.

Upon entering the cave, two of the remaining four people inside turned their gazes toward them.

“Introduce yourself, my friend,” Grosser said in a rough but gentle tone.

"This is Fufu." Klein also gave Padmon a disguise, and at the same time, he had changed the white fur of hers when he changed her outfit earlier.

Klein smiled gently, adjusted his traditional ceremonial hat, and introduced himself.

"Hello. I have too many names, and different people call me by different names. You can call me Merlin Hermes the Magician."

(End of this chapter)