Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 373 Resurrection Coin?
Klein looked at the "Magician" extraordinary trait representing the Diviner path in the extraordinary trait pile and suspected that it was just something that Kexma had randomly grabbed to make up the number, simply to satisfy the requirement of "one for each path".

This is also among the lowest tier of the more than thirty extraordinary characteristics listed below.

He rummaged through the extraordinary traits and pulled out "Traveler", "Spirit Shaman", "Druid" and "Gatekeeper".

“This is for Miss Magician…this is for Leonard…I remember the Hermit mentioned that she has a biologist on her ship…Leonard can take this to Ms. Daly later…”

"Okay, we'll talk about the rest later..."

"Huh?" A thought suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.

"Could I... use my extraordinary ability as a bullet, merge it into the enemy's body, and then, while their spirituality is unstable... turn them into a puppet?"

"Hmm...this is interesting..."

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"Please tell Miss Magician that Mr. X, Louis Wayne, is dead, and ask her to receive the keepsake. I will discuss the specific payment with her at the next Tarot session."

Before Fors' eyes was an endless gray fog, and in his ears were the emotionless words of "the world" from Gehrman Sparrow.

Fowles highly approves of Mr. World's efficiency.

Fresh produce from around the world, slaughtered to order, and delivered extremely fast – a definite thumbs up!

I don't know why Mr. World's voice sounded a little guilty.

why?

Fors suppressed her inner turmoil and, taking advantage of the quiet of the night, set up a ritual in her bedroom to pray for blessings.

Before long, the illusory gate formed by the candlelight and spiritual materials opened, and a sphere flew out, which Fowles caught in a flurry.

Upon closer inspection, she nearly screamed, quickly covering her mouth and taking two steps back to get closer to the "wall of spirituality."

It was a hideous head covered in cracks and fissures, stained with blood, as if pieced together from fragments, and shimmering faintly with a glass-like reflection.

At its eye level, there are empty, hollow holes without eyes.

As a young woman who abandoned medicine for literature, and as a doctor who had worked in a well-known clinic, Fors had seen many corpses, but none were as grotesque and terrifying as the head before her.

"Didn't they say it would be packed in a pink box..." Fowles muttered silently.

After calming herself down, Fors looked at the head again and recognized that it was indeed Louis Wayne.

She first cautiously confirmed the astrological interpretation, then silently muttered to herself, her face twitching slightly:
"Mr. World smashes the target's head, then pieces it back together?"

At that moment, an image involuntarily surfaced in Fors's mind:
The cold-blooded Gehrman Sparrow sat at the table, picking up the blood-stained fragments of the head one by one and carefully putting them together as a jigsaw puzzle.

At this moment, the system's options panel appeared before Fowles' eyes.

Louis Wayne is dead, and you feel little about it, after all, the hatred of the Abraham family has nothing to do with you. However, not being able to kill him with your own hands is ultimately a regret for your teacher. You decide…

[First, Laubs has quite a few demands; just hand him your head.]

[Second, give your teacher a surprise by secretly placing it on his bedside table; you might even inherit the estate of this elderly gentleman with heart disease.]

[Third, you notice that Louis Wayne has lost his extraordinary ability. Then, you notice a resurrection coin in your inventory...]

"Huh? Resurrection coin?" Fors blinked.

… … Aside from Fowles, who was deep in thought, and Klein, who was counting money after completing the "Kill or Not" order, things were not peaceful anywhere else either.

Not far from Berklund Street, there is a rather elegantly decorated hotel.

This neighborhood is close to Queens, and it's difficult for anyone other than wealthy businessmen and aristocrats to come here.

Those who come here and occasionally need accommodation often find the dirty environment very unbearable. This makes the hotel cleaner and more luxurious than the most luxurious residential buildings in the East District, the dock area, and the factory area.

William Sykes, accompanied by a socialite he had met at a party hosted by Congressman Macht, eagerly entered the hotel and closed the door to their room.

But as soon as he completed the action, his spirit suddenly gave him a warning.

He felt that the inside and outside of the room were separated.

He paused for a moment, turned to look at the woman beside him, and his expression gradually turned cold.

"The Corrupted Baron?"

He asked softly, but showed no sign of nervousness.

The woman didn't answer the question. Instead, she walked to the large bed in the room, sat on the edge of it, and asked a question instead of answering:
"When he was in power, he had many subordinates who claimed to be loyal, but after he left, only a few people remembered him and were still willing to take risks for him. Don't you find that interesting?"

"Who?" William narrowed his eyes.

"What do you think?" Triss looked at him, a faint smile appearing on her face. Her expression quickly changed, transforming into a face that William vaguely remembered.

"Triss? I originally thought you were just an ordinary witch who was processing 'pleasure'. I was even thinking of taking this opportunity to play with you."

"I didn't expect you'd actually dare to come back." He shook his head with a smile, then turned to look back. "Now that you're here, where's Edsack?"

Edsack, leaning against the wall, came into his view.

The ability of "Uncontested Servant" is enhanced after advancing to the fifth rank, and can create an effect similar to psychological invisibility when stationary.

However, its biggest weakness is that once others become aware of its presence, the invisibility effect will disappear.

William Sykes wasn't nervous at all.

"Two months ago, I chased you around like dogs. What, now you have the nerve to show your face in front of me?"

As he spoke, he pulled up his sleeves, revealing his hands and arms.

His hands were instantly covered with a layer of fine, dark gold scales.

His deep brown eyes suddenly lightened, turning into a pair of vertical pupils like a lizard's.

Triss and Edsack just watched, neither of them moving.

Seeing that neither of the two people in front nor behind him moved, he slowly moved his hand to his pocket, seemingly intending to take out an extraordinary item.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned to the side and shoved his hand into his pocket.

As their gazes fell upon his hand, he simultaneously opened his mouth and let out a silent roar.

An invisible wave, originating from him, swept outwards in all directions.

Dragon power.

(End of this chapter)