Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 362 The Mercury Serpent is Really Stingy

Leonard held his breath and plummeted downwards, falling into his dream.

The pursuing enemies seemed to have been thwarted and failed to catch Leonard.

The bullet, carrying a hint of "hunting" intent, struck the house in the dream and was simultaneously reflected in their minds.

Although it didn't cause any harm, it definitely caused pain.

"Phew..." Leonard woke up instantly, covered in cold sweat.

"Old man, what exactly happened to me just now?" He pulled his legs back from the edge of the desk and asked with some lingering fear.

The slightly aged voice in his mind responded after a few seconds: "I don't know."

"Heh, old man, what's wrong with you lately?" Leonard's eyelids drooped slightly as he tried to provoke him.

"It was the same back in Levicht, you didn't say a word. And just now, you didn't know anything..."

"Don't give me that." Pales snorted. "Do you know what you've been up to lately..."

“Forget it,” Pales warned, “you’d better keep your distance from that former colleague. Otherwise, you’ll get yourself into trouble sooner or later.”

The grandfather asked his grandson to avoid playing with bad kids, but Leonard, going through a rebellious phase, clearly refused to listen.

“I don’t think so,” Leonard replied. “I can go to the church to become a Soul Reaper in the next couple of days. And my strength is not much weaker than a Sequence 5.”

He immediately turned his gaze to the window, where he saw Backlund lit up with lights and peaceful night.

…………

Backlund, a magical city.

Here, the lower the sequence, the more energetic the animals are, while the higher the sequence, the more well-behaved they are.

The lower-order individuals are always causing trouble, as if they want everyone to know, while the middle-order individuals have their own serious lives.

The demigods all stayed home and didn't go out, and the angels even disguised themselves as babies, insects, and stray dogs on the roadside.

Backlund, isn't that amazing?

The next day, at 8 p.m.

Klein arrived at the residence of Congressman Macht at 39 Berklund Street in two and a half minutes in his own luxury carriage.

He was invited to the ball.

It was only a few minutes' journey, but to maintain his so-called "respectability," Klein had to travel there by carriage.

This actually made it take even longer.

Fortunately, the coachman's salary was a fixed amount settled weekly, regardless of the number of missions. Otherwise, Klein would have been heartbroken for a long time.

Since he started playing the role of a "millionaire," money has been flowing out of Klein's pockets, making him sometimes wonder if Pado's curse from two months ago, "May your gold pounds turn into birds and fly away," has come true.

But that shouldn't be the case; he's the king of yellow and black, who controls good fortune.

He glanced at the fountain pool reflecting the lights with its splashing water, then stepped down from the carriage while buttoning his tailcoat and walked slowly toward the front door of the house.

I didn't bring Padma because bringing a pet to a ball is considered rather impolite, unless you are of high enough status.

But Klein clearly did not have that status.

His hired valet, Richardson, followed closely behind his employer, carrying a beautifully packaged bottle of South Wales red wine.

The £27 bottle of South Wales wine was just to make a good impression at the ball. Klein felt he almost lost control when he pulled out the money.

Upon entering the gate, Klein immediately saw Congressman Macht and his wife, Ms. Liana, coming to greet him.

The former was wearing an olive-green army officer's uniform, an orange sash, and several medals on his chest.

The latter wore a long yellow dress without a stand-up collar, with many ruffles and little delicate lace, unlike an unmarried woman. However, it also revealed her fair neck and half of her shoulder.

Klein took the bottle of Southville red wine from his personal valet Richardson, handed it to Congressman Macht, and then bowed, saying, "Sorry I'm a few minutes late."

This is actually a common situation at Luen banquets. Guests would rather arrive a certain time late than early, because the host may still be busy making final preparations for the banquet, and it is not appropriate to entertain guests at such a time.

Therefore, among the seven major orthodox churches, Storm Old Pigeon of the Storm Church is actually the most polite.

Because they are always late.

However, the title of "most polite" may now be snatched away by the Pleasure Church.

Because they never show up when something big happens.

Of course, one should try to be no later than ten minutes at a nobleman's ball.

If Vahana hadn't specifically taught him this basic knowledge, Klein would certainly have arrived earlier, more politely.

“It’s alright, the ball hasn’t officially started yet.” Macht glanced at the bottle of South Wales red wine in his hand, handed it to his personal valet, and nodded with a smile.

In the high society of Ruen, when attending a banquet for the first time, it is customary to present the host with a small gift, with alcoholic beverages being the most popular choice. However, it is essential to remember to select domestically produced beverages for the first time.

After greeting the master of the house, Klein looked at Lady Liana and saw her slightly raise her right hand. He stepped forward, took her hand, bent down, and gave it a light kiss, saying:

"Your radiance illuminated the entire ball."

“The same goes for your arrival,” Lady Liana replied with a smile.

Next, the couple led Dawn Dantes through the porch and into the hall.

The melodious tune had already been echoing here. Although Klein didn't quite understand it, he still had to pretend to know it.

After taking a few steps forward, Maurice Macht pointed to a young girl in a sky-blue dress and said, "My daughter, Hazel."

“Good evening, Miss Hazel,” Klein greeted her politely. During this time, he subtly glanced at Hazel Macht's face, noticing the young woman's indifferent expression, haughty gaze, and her merely polite smile in response.
Good evening, Mr. Dantès.

An extraordinary person.

Klein made his judgment immediately.

It's probably one of the three paths: fortune teller, thief, or apprentice.

However, it is highly unlikely to exceed sequence five, and will probably fall within the range of sequence eight to sequence six.

This is the perception of extraordinary individuals from higher positions regarding those on the same or adjacent paths, similar to their own utilization of the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics.

"This girl is still too young," Klein thought to himself as he talked to Councilor Macht.

In Backlund, a place where angels roam freely and demigods are less than dogs, even an angel like the Mercury Serpent has to stick out his tail and pretend to be poop.

Just then, Klein's leg was accidentally tripped by a protruding piece of carpet.

But thanks to his exceptional flexibility, he quickly and easily regained his balance without making a fool of himself. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even be able to tell that he had tripped.

"Tch, so stingy," Klein muttered silently to himself. "When I become an angel, I'll definitely steal your ice cream sometime."

(End of this chapter)