Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 350 Edsack arrives at his faithful Backlund

Berklund Street.

Rows of straight Intis plane trees stand on both sides of the road, making the street quiet and serene.

On both sides of the street, behind the plane trees, are rows of villas with gardens.

At 190 Berklund, a man and a woman emerged from the villa behind them.

It's Edsack and Triss.

Four days after Klein returned to Backlund, Edsack and Triss also returned to Backlund.

On this day, the great third prince arrived at his faithful homeland, Backlund.

This is certainly not some "law of aggregation" or any other reason.

There's only one reason they'll return: Serres found them, saying he wanted to mess with the Rune royal family, and asked if they wanted to come and watch the show.

So they followed them back.

During this time, Edsack had fully digested the potion, but he was stuck on the last step of the advancement ceremony.

It is difficult for extraordinary individuals to have offspring, especially when both partners are extraordinary individuals.

Furthermore, Triss had exceptionally high expectations for her offspring. She hoped her descendants would meet two conditions.

First, he was born a boy.

Second, he is a natural-born assassin.

This is relatively more difficult and may even require the assistance of ritual magic.

However, none of them were skilled in this kind of ritual, and the "Lord of Fools" of their current faith was unwilling to play the role of the Goddess of Mercy who grants children.

And so, Edsack was stuck. But Triss wasn't in a hurry, because she hadn't yet advanced to Ironblood Knight, and hadn't even finished collecting the potion ingredients.

But she has already started collecting some local specialty "toys" from various regions.

Edsack assumed Triss was just playing around. But whenever he asked, Triss would only smile and remain silent, because Edsack was right; she really did enjoy playing around.

It's just that no one knows who's being played.

When Edsack first heard Triss's requirements for offspring, he thought that Triss, like some of the Storm Cultists, had a preference for sons over daughters. However, after hearing the full requirements, Edsack was speechless for a moment and did not know how to evaluate her.

“I will cultivate his character from a young age. For example... masculinity, male chauvinism, and then cultivate his hobbies, such as cute maids.”

“Then, when he comes of age, let him become a witch!” Triss thought to herself as she sat in the carriage, leaning against Edsack. “That would be so interesting.”

“Um,” Edsack was a little unsure of what to say, but he still chimed in, “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

No pain, no gain. Emperor Roselle's words are always so philosophical.

I can't let my wife suffer, can I? So I'll just have to make do with the unborn child.

After leaving the villa, the two, who had disguised themselves and changed their appearances, saw a very elegant gentleman walk out of number 160 across the street.

That was Klein, who had come to see the house. He carried a gold-inlaid cane and walked slowly out of house number 160, holding a cat in his arms, followed by a tall and upright butler.

The butler had a broad forehead and glossy black hair. His brown eyes were serious, but not to the point of being unapproachable.

This butler, named "Walter," was hired by Klein to better integrate into the upper-class noble circles of Backlund.

Although this butler has a grand name, daring to use "the name of the world" for himself, unfortunately, he is not the patriarch of the Starry Sky Train, nor can he create black holes with his bare hands. They only share a slight resemblance in appearance; perhaps he's just a parallel entity from another world.

Klein noticed the gaze of the young couple across the street, but didn't pay much attention, simply nodding gently.

Edsack nodded in response with elegance, his every move exuding aristocratic grace.

This guy seems to be a true aristocrat; you can tell the difference just by looking at his demeanor, which is clearly different from mine, a "nouveau riche." Klein guessed.

Thinking it over, he turned to the butler, Walter, and said:

"Tell the owner that I'm very satisfied and have decided to rent this villa. Let's only rent it for a year for now, and then we might move to a better place, like Queens. Well, it's still early, and I believe we can move in today if we speed things up a bit."

His words implied his ambition to obtain a title, since the Queens was a place where nobles gathered.

To be honest, Klein quite liked the house. Its lawn was clean, the garden beautiful, the house well-furnished, the objects exquisite, the bedrooms plentiful, the furniture ample, each floor containing multiple "Fools' Kingdoms," and the stables and servants' quarters at the side and rear were not poorly constructed.

It was the best residence Klein could ever imagine.

The butler was very professional and immediately replied, "I'll go and get a lawyer right away."

“Wait a minute,” Klein hesitated for a moment, then added, “If the owner is willing to sell, I’d like to buy it. Well, the price should ideally be under £60,000, but my bottom line is £94,000.”

“I understand.” The butler nodded, but offered a suggestion: “You can wait until you’ve lived here for a while before considering whether to buy it. Buying it directly will damage your reputation among the nobles.”

The butler didn't finish his sentence: "This will make you look like a nouveau riche from the countryside."

Klein smiled gently: "We can't possibly meet everyone's expectations. Constantly caring about what others think will only make us less and less like ourselves."

He has already consulted the oracle and investigated. The villa's location is quite good, close to the Church of St. Serena and the Church of St. Klein. If anything happens, support and protection from both churches can arrive quickly.

Although it's some distance from the administrative district and the West District's Backlund University of Technology, it's not too far. A horse-drawn carriage ride will take less than half an hour to reach the destination.

“I understand, sir.” The butler did not try to persuade him further, but changed the subject.

"Sir, what specific requirements do you have for the servant?"

Klein strolled under the plane trees of Intis, not making a direct request, but saying:
"I'd like to hear your advice first."

Walter thought for a moment and said, "Sir, no matter what, you still need a housekeeper."

Seeing that his employer, Dawn Dantes, merely nodded slightly without making a statement, Walter continued, "Her duties are to manage the maids and household finances. Sir, you cannot entrust everything to me, to the same person."

"Checks and balances are an art in politics, and also a good way to manage a family. I have a lot of confidence in myself when it comes to money, but that's all I have."

Klein nodded, agreeing with the butler's statement: "Okay."

"If that's the case, I probably won't have enough money," Klein thought. "Then I'll just have to take some time to anchor back to sea. Hopefully, all my lovely little coins won't have disappeared while I'm hunting."

Having become a Sequence Five of Pleasure, Klein, with the aid of the mask, could use the Sequence Three "Aetherial Ghost" ability to edit reality. He had considered directly creating gold pounds or doubling the number of gold coins.

Unfortunately, he failed. The spiritual drain was terrifying. And anything created would immediately disappear if the spiritual supply was cut off.

At that moment, Walter walked straight behind Klein and reached out to help him flag down a horse-drawn carriage.

Before getting into the car, Klein glanced at the spot where Edsack and his companion had stood, but it was now empty.

Ps:

It's the end of the month, time for monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)