Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 370 Is Klein having a split personality?

“It’s me.” Klein smiled and nodded politely, maintaining his persona as a “polite, mad adventurer.”

“Oh,” Anthony nodded knowingly, looking at the two heads Klein was holding in his left hand, “What’s this?”

“One of my informants told me that there’s a clandestine gathering of Aurora Society members here.” Klein raised his left hand. “Since I had nothing to do today, I thought I’d come and take a look.”

He turned his wrist, turning the two heads toward himself: "We just happened to run into a saint from the Aurora Society."

“I’ve communicated with him through a medium. He is the ‘Dark Saint’ Kesma, one of the five saints of the Aurora Society.”

Klein lowered his arms again, a gentle smile on his face: "Good luck."

“Saint…” Anthony glanced at him and then looked away, drawing a crimson moon four times on his chest. “I hope you are not injured.”

"Thank you." In return, Klein also drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Anthony thought of the second prayer gesture of the Church of Pleasure, and his expression froze for a moment.

Cow... Minotaur...

The old man has quite a wide range of knowledge.

The Church of the Goddess was too ahead of its time.

"It seems the matter has been resolved." Archbishop Horamik, a burly man with a gentle tone but bulging muscles, seemed eager to leave work as soon as possible.

“It’s solved.” Klein rummaged in his pocket. “Well, since we’re already here…”

As he spoke, he took out four objects that were still shimmering slightly and looked like crystals, and tossed them forward, where they landed in the hands of the three archbishops and the royal demigod.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share."

These are three Sequence 6 Extraordinary traits that were dropped from Ksma.

They are respectively a Soul Soother, a Craftsman, and a Wind Favorite.

As for what the royal demigod Celt held, it was just a glowing stone.

That light was actually an illusion created by Klein, and it would disappear in a few minutes.

He didn't even bother to disguise it as an extraordinary property.

The three archbishops instinctively reached out to catch the extraordinary characteristics, and then all glanced at Celt, whose expression had turned somewhat unpleasant.

Ignoring the royal demigod, Klein chuckled, a ball of flame ignited around him, and he outlined the boundary anchor in his mind before teleporting away from the flames.

"This agent of the Church of Pleasure... well... he's quite a character," Horamik said with a chuckle.

"Why are you making that face? They don't owe us anything." Radar glanced at Kesma and tossed the Extraordinary Ability in his hand.

He had long disliked Celt, who was suspected of having connections with Capin, but because there had been no official response from above and he lacked concrete evidence, he could only watch helplessly.

“He probably just wants to return the extraordinary characteristics that belong to the Church,” Anthony said casually, speaking up for Klein. “He’s a good lad.”

Selt's expression returned to normal: "Of course, it's his freedom."

As he spoke, he tore through the air with a key-shaped seal, opening a phantom and mysterious door: "It seems there's nothing for me to do anymore. I'll leave the investigation of the scene to you."

…………

Back near his house, Klein stood in front of a wall and looked up at his room's window.

The space distorted slightly, and Klein was back in his room a second later, unnoticed by anyone. The room was pitch black, with no lights on.

Padmeow didn't come back; it seems she went to the tavern to find Alicia.

“Cerris isn’t too outrageous; at least he didn’t put an anchor point in my bedroom,” Klein muttered.

“You’re not a pretty girl or a super cool trash can,” Serres said.

"But he's always been giving, never taking anything in return. Don't you think that's a problem? Or do you really think he's some incredibly good person?"

Suddenly, a voice arose in Klein's mind, a voice that belonged to him yet was beyond his control:
Who? Who's speaking? Klein's muscles stiffened instantly, and he instinctively conjured a candy-shaped greatsword.

At that moment, cold sweat poured down his back, soaking his shirt.

What startled him was not the words spoken by the voice, but why it could resonate directly in his mind and be identical to his own unchanged voice.

It is exactly the same voice as "Klein Moretti".

Did the saint's blade of spirit and flesh just now stimulate my spirit, causing me to develop a split personality? Or is there some side effect to forcibly opening a mythical creature form at Sequence Five?

At the same time, he subconsciously answered in his mind: "Serris is looking for fun."

Just as Klein was thinking this, that familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind again:
"Ha, you're being too idealistic. You believe everything he says? What if he's lying to you? Even if he isn't, how do you know what kind of pleasure he's seeking? What if he just wants to see something like 'a person about to have the whole world but suddenly loses everything'?"

Then, he heard his own voice say in his mind:
"There are too many unexpected and unpredictable situations."

"That's not important. Anything can happen, anything can change, and I believe in him, especially compared to you, this guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and I don't even know what you are."

"Who exactly are you?" Klein frowned.

The voice hesitated for a moment before saying:
“I am Klein, and you are Zhou Mingrui.”

"No, I am Zhou Mingrui, you are Klein."

As expected... only Serres and Rosell knew this name.

If we exclude the possibility that Serres might suddenly have a mischievous idea...

Well, that's probably not entirely out of the question.

Therefore, there is a high probability that the voice in the head is the second personality, at least 30%.

Klein decided to resolve the issue immediately, ignoring the incessant noise in his mind, and decisively took four steps backward onto the gray fog.

When symptoms first appear, things are relatively easy to handle. However, once the personality becomes stable and powerful, and begins to seize control of the body, external help may be necessary.

As he pierced through the roars and babbling, he felt no signs of anything being purified within his body, and became increasingly certain that the voices in his mind originated from himself, from an alternate personality that had been stimulated for unknown reasons.

Unsurprisingly.

Sitting down in the high-backed chair of "The Fool," Klein immediately examined the state of his spirit and found that there were indeed some traces of chaos, and it was not so pure. The corresponding aura color was also slightly mottled.

Hmph! You audacious monster!

I knew you weren't human a long time ago.

He raised his right hand, mimicking a feather.

You beast, why don't you quickly reveal your true form?

(End of this chapter)