Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 335 Outsourced to Leonard
Fowles' plan was to repay the task by agreeing to a series of commissions from the task recipients. In other words, she would offset the task fees by helping the other party complete some things that were inconvenient for her to do herself. She thought that with "Lemano's Travel Notes", she still had certain abilities and could do some difficult tasks.

She could even lend this level-two sealed artifact to others without charging a fee.

After hearing the Magician's request, Audrey and the others simultaneously turned their gazes to the Demon and the World. In their view, the Demon never hesitated to escalate matters and was very likely to intervene. The World, on the other hand, had a particular fondness for hunting extraordinary beings and possessed sufficient power to do so.

Backlund? I can go back anytime. And maybe I can even outsource it to Leonard.

After all, cult members should fit the criteria for hunting evil, right? I'm just a little embarrassed to approach Leonard…

"Where? Which organization? What sequence? What are their abilities and characteristics? The difficulty will definitely vary depending on these factors. The costs will also differ," Alger inquired. He was slightly interested.

"Did he offend the magician lady in some way? Why would he come here to make a request?" Alicia asked curiously. "A beautiful girl shouldn't be so rude, but if it's just about teaching her a lesson, I can offer some small assistance."

Seeing that two people were interested, Magician Fowles immediately responded with delight: "He is the messenger of the Aurora Society. In Backlund, he used to be Sequence 6, and now he may be Sequence 5, but I'm not sure."

"Extraordinary abilities are the ability to record the extraordinary abilities used by others and use them once. They are good at escaping and are difficult to surround."

“He killed many innocent people, including many of my teacher’s family members.” To get the priestess to take the matter more seriously, Fowles even explained his reasons for wanting to kill him.

Sure enough, she could clearly sense that the priestess was no longer in a lively mood.

Maybe it really works.

Space? Simple, we can just use the Domination Theater to seal it off. As for finding him, that's even simpler.

Klein pondered, manipulating the "world," merging with the other's senses, and let out a hoarse laugh:

“Miss Magician, if you can afford the price, his head will be on your bedside table tomorrow morning.”

"Of course, if you're scared, I can wrap it up in a gift box for you. Hmm... let me think, how about pink?"

Hmm, Mr. World seems a little different than before. There's something indescribable about him, like his mood has suddenly improved, and he's become much happier. Perhaps he really has encountered something to be happy about... Justice Audrey suddenly noticed something and excitedly guessed what good things Mr. World might have encountered recently.

Hmm? Speaking of which, Mr. World is Mr. Fool's favorite, so he should have drunk the potion of destiny, right? What was it? Audrey did some calculations.

Pleasure! She immediately guessed the truth. Mr. World was destined for the path of pleasure. So his recent improved mood was due to a deeper understanding of pleasure. So, had something sufficiently pleasurable happened at sea lately?
Audrey, an audience member with both knowledge and experience, attempts to unlock Klein's box by observing his micro-expressions.

Fowles imagined the scene Klein described and shuddered.

“Um…actually, there’s no need to be in such a hurry,” Fowles replied. “Besides, just put it in my mailbox; there’s no need to deliver it to my bedside.”

“A Sequence 5 expert at escaping, 15,000 pounds. That’s a very cheap price, my friend. What do you think?” Otto didn’t mind trying to improve his reputation with the Tarot Club members, offering what he considered a very low price. “I can get to Backlund within a month.”

He's a well-known bestselling author who's been very popular lately, surely he can't not even come up with £20,000?
But he overestimated Fowles' wallet; Fowles couldn't even come up with ten thousand pounds.

"I'm sorry, I might only be able to pay off my debts through some commissions..." Fowles said somewhat embarrassedly, and she didn't even know how long Louis Wayne would stay in Backlund. A month might not be enough.

At this moment, Alger, the Hanged Man, who was watching from the sidelines, also carefully interjected:
"Miss Magician, do you really have to kill that Aurora Society's messenger yourself?" "No, you see, I'm even considering asking Mr. World and Mr. Tower for help," Fowles said with a smile.

“But the problem now isn’t whether you ask for help or not, but that your budget might not be enough to get it,” Moon Emlyn’s slightly arrogant voice came through. “However, if you are truly willing to ask for my help, this noble vampire baron, then I don’t mind helping you with this small favor.”

Fowles opened her mouth slightly, unsure what to say for a moment. To be honest, she was a little touched. Of all the extraordinary gatherings she'd attended, the atmosphere at the Tarot Club was the best she'd ever experienced. Fowles had initially thought that simply not being ignored would be a success, given this kind of "buying on credit" arrangement, but now it seemed the others genuinely wanted to help her.

No wonder the system said she would eventually become an angel; presumably everyone will become an angel eventually. Surely no one can fail to become an angel in such a harmonious tarot gathering. After all, even a nobody like her can turn her life around.

Alger nodded as if deep in thought and said, "The prerequisite for killing is finding that divine messenger. Can you find him?"

"No, but I will investigate," the magician Forlán replied readily.

"Once you have the results, then you can hire others to do it?" the Hanged Man pressed.

“Yes, but I haven’t decided yet.” Fors was a little confused, not understanding the purpose of Mr. “The Hanged Man’s” series of questions.

"The Hanged Man" Alger then scoffed, "If you can pinpoint the whereabouts of that Aurora Order messenger, why spend so much money to hire someone to kill him? Why not just report him to the Church?"

"Don't report us to the Church of Pleasure, we can't be bothered with it," Serris emphasized. "We're all lazy dogs, and we won't give you a bounty."

These words made the Hanged Man choke slightly.

Report it to the church? That sounds familiar. Klein was stunned; he hadn't expected Mr. Hanged Man to say that.

"Hehe, while everyone was infected by Mr. Hanged Man, he was also affected by us." Klein immediately felt relieved and quite gratified.

No wonder he's a follower of my "King of Whistleblowers in Charge of Sweet Iced Tea".

Report him? Magician Fowles was momentarily stunned. It seemed like it wasn't entirely out of the question.

“If you’re looking for one, you could commission a bounty hunter in Backlund named Leonard Mitchell. He might be better at this,” Klein suggested to Fowles, feeling that [Hunting] would likely have a special effect against “evil.”

“Just tell him that you were introduced by an ‘old friend’, and he should be able to guess that it was me.”

“Leonard… oh, you mean Mr. World, your old flame from before?” Fowles’ eyes lit up. “You mean Leonard, the one who almost lost control because he missed you so much?”

Everyone looked at Klein at the same time, and Klein suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.

"In short, he's probably quite professional." Klein didn't want to argue anymore and changed the subject.

“Okay, I’ll consider it.” Fowles nodded seriously.

(End of this chapter)