Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

The title of Chapter 333 was eaten by Black General...

"Brother Klein, do you believe what Boss Serres said?" Padmon asked Klein.

"Do you believe it?" Klein retorted. "I certainly don't."

"He already said it was made up on the spot."

“But I think what he said makes a lot of sense,” Padmo muttered.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to fool, you silly cat.” Klein squeezed Padmon’s paw.

After saying that, Klein pushed open the door in front of him.

"At least we can't believe everything we hear."

The room was covered with thick, soft, brown carpet, and the air was filled with the faint smell of burning high-quality coal mixed with the aroma of Souvlé cigars.

A middle-aged man with neatly combed blond hair sat back in an armchair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, surrounded by more than six muscular-looking bodyguards.

Although Klein wasn't an Extraordinary being in the "spectator" category and couldn't judge the bodyguards' characteristics and strength from the details, nor did he belong to the "voyeur" or "monster" pathways—meaning he could see certain secrets and discover things others couldn't—his spiritual intuition told him that there must be Extraordinary beings among those bodyguards, Extraordinary beings who could pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man put down his newspaper, tugged at the collar of his black shirt, slowly stood up, and extended his right hand, saying, "Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend." His azure eyes held a hint of a smile, and he seemed quite sincere.

He glanced at the cat on Klein's shoulder and his signature top hat, and basically knew who the other man was.

Klein also extended his right hand and lightly touched it with the other person's, without saying a word, waiting for the other person to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the armchair and chuckled, "I am the owner here, Bill Brando."

"Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

Klein remained in his posture and replied in a low voice:

"Gehrman Sparrow."

“German Sparrow.” Billt didn’t seem too surprised. “So, Mr. Geerman, are you here to buy something or play something?”

“The water of the Golden Spring of Sonia and the bark of the Dragon-Patterned Tree.” Klein wasn’t worried at all about revealing his sequence of origin or route. It would be even better if someone believed him.

Bilt Brando breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “Simple. 100 milliliters of spring water costs 30 pounds, and five grams of bark costs one pound.”

"Believe me, even if you go to Sonia, it will only be a few pounds cheaper than this price. Those barbarians in Fussac have blocked all the springs, making them very difficult for others to obtain."

Several pounds is quite a sum, after all, five pounds is equivalent to an ambassador. Klein thought to himself.

“Deal.” Klein had a general understanding of the price of Golden Spring and knew that 30 pounds for 100 milliliters was indeed quite cheap, considering that the round-trip boat ticket alone would cost several pounds if he were to buy it locally.

"Do you have any tickets to the island of Cadorion?" Since he was already there, Klein decided to ask to avoid having to go and buy tickets himself.

“Of course.” Bill nodded. “I’ll give you the boat ticket, just to be friends.”

Klein paused for a few seconds, analyzing the pros and cons.

"Okay," he nodded.

After completing these two transactions, Bill was about to speak when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

After receiving his permission, a guard entered, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words. Bill's expression immediately darkened, his entire being becoming unusually cold and radiating an indescribable murderous aura. Seeing their boss's sudden change in expression, the surrounding security guards instinctively became alert.

As expected, their strength is quite impressive. They were either famous adventurers or well-known pirates in the past, and should be of mid-tier rank. These people combined could probably fight Pado to a draw.

Klein looked at the other person and calmly made his judgment.

Bilt turned his head and said to Klein with difficulty, "Mr. Sparrow, I have some things to take care of. Let's have a drink together another time."

“Okay.” Klein slowly stood up, showing no intention of interfering in the other party’s affairs.

Klein wouldn't bother with anything if he didn't pay. He was a traveler now, but not the blond guy.

…………

Silver City, a "daytime" marked by frequent lightning.

Derrick, who had just left the training ground, glanced instinctively towards the inside, where a group of exploration team members were resting. They were members of the exploration team led by Colin Iliad, the chief elder of the Council of Six.

A squad with two Sequence 4s and four Sequence 5s.

Derrick glanced back at the players who were following him out of the training field, smiled, and waved for them to disperse.

Arriving at the library, he planned to read more books before the tarot session, so that he could answer any questions Mr. Fool or others might have.

In a corner of the library, Derrick spotted two figures, one large and one small.

A cyclops several heads taller than Derrick and a dwarf less than Derrick's chest.

This was delivered to Silver City by Serres a couple of days ago. Serres calls them the "most beautiful height difference" duo.

As Derrick was about to walk toward the bookshelf displaying mythological materials and ancient texts, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

She was a fair-skinned and beautiful woman in her thirties, wearing a short black robe with many mysterious purple patterns, her silver-gray hair was styled in waves and draped down her back, and the spirits surrounding her were holding various musical instruments.

She is Lovia Tiffany, one of the six elders of the council, a Sequence 5 "Shepherd" and Sequence 5 "Thunder Rider," just one step away from becoming a Black Knight. She is preparing for the ceremony, collecting extraordinary materials, and playing the role of "Thunder Rider."

Derrick found it quite amusing to see the once gentle and silent Elder Lovia now always surrounded by a bunch of musical instruments.

In Mr. Devil's words, it's "the contrast between the two is endearing".

"Best wishes, Elder Lovia." He lowered his head and placed his hand on his chest.

Lovia walked over and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

She then bypassed Derrick and went straight to the location of the ascetic Snowman and the giant Grosser, saying to the two who had just arrived in Silver City, "I hold a concert in the square every Monday night at eight o'clock. You can come and watch if you are interested."

Grosser, sitting cross-legged on the ground, nodded earnestly. Snowman, who was silently flipping through a book, looked up at Lovia and slowly nodded: "I understand."

Lovia's gaze shifted slightly as she looked at the book in Snowman's hand. It was a book explaining the "Creator" whom Silver City once worshipped.

Lovia said nothing more, humming an unknown tune softly, and turned to leave the library. The instruments played silently behind her; though they seemed loud enough, the sound vanished into nothingness a second before it even began.

In the afternoon, Derrick returned home, lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and waited for the Tarot meeting to begin.

(End of this chapter)