Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 376 A New Monday
Watching the two inspectors leave, Klein suddenly asked the butler, Walter, as if in casual conversation.

"Walter, do you know anything about this Mr. William Sykes?"

When Klein heard the news of William Sykes' death, he clearly sensed the emotions emanating from Walter.

Although he showed no outward signs of abnormality, his emotional fluctuations were not so easy to hide.

“Yes.” Walter nodded seriously. “I met him when I was working for Viscount Conrad.”

"At the time, he was serving a member of the royal family, Prince Edsack, the former Earl of Rastin."

He made no attempt to conceal anything and gave a detailed account of William Sykes' background.

He once served Prince Edsack? After the prince's escape, he seems to be doing quite well, now serving as a butler at some estate and even attending dinners organized by members of parliament… Perhaps he knows some secrets?
Then you can't blame Edsack for seeking revenge.

“I understand.” Klein nodded gently. “I need to rest from 2:30 to 5:00 this afternoon, so please don’t disturb me. This will be the same every Monday thereafter.”

Klein offered a reminder.

“Yes.” The butler and the surrounding servants bowed and watched Klein walk back to the back garden.

Meanwhile, in the garden, Paddo Cat had already absorbed the extraordinary abilities of the "Catastrophe Priest".

She watched as two sparrows happened to fly overhead and unleashed her newly acquired ability.

Gifts given in times of disaster.

Although Padmon prefers to call it "Miracle and You".

One of them suddenly suffered a wing cramp and fell from the sky. But the other one was unharmed, flapped its wings twice, and flew away.

Padma tilted her head in confusion.

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Storn, the capital of East Chestershire.

Audrey stood behind the railing, watching the male and female servants arrange the items they had brought from the family castle in their proper places. The scene was lively yet orderly, not chaotic at all.

Two red beads were twirled in her long, slender, white hands—extraordinary objects she had created herself, whose effects would gradually fade. The ticking of the wall clock reached Audrey's ears through the chaotic crowd. Her beautiful, jewel-like green eyes glanced at the time on the clock, and she quickly suppressed her thoughts, turning and walking back to her bedroom.

In a corner of the bedroom, Susie, a golden retriever, lay on the floor with an air of elegance. Her front paws were crossed, and in front of her was an open book covered with lines of words.

Susie would occasionally lift one of her front legs and nudge the pages of the book, looking very attentive.

The Hall family's fiefdom contains many mountains and forests, many of which are the burial grounds of animals and humans. With a bit of luck, one might even find one or two ancient tombs.

This allowed her to quickly digest the "Armed Archaeologist" potion.

However, Susie prefers its pre-sequence to "armed archaeologists".

Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed... Audrey, you can't slack off on your studies! Audrey encouraged herself, slowly approached, and prepared to have Susie stand outside the door as a low-budget version of the Sphinx.

Susie raised her head, glanced at Audrey, and stood up briskly, saying, "I understand."

After saying that, it trotted out of the bedroom with light steps, not forgetting to close the door behind it.

“I haven’t said anything yet,” Audrey blinked and muttered to herself.

Audrey puffed out her cheeks, sat down on the edge of the bed, and waited for the tarot gathering to begin. …………

Around 2:50, in the Joewood district, at the residence of Fowles and Hugh.

Fowles was holding a round-bellied fountain pen and writing something on a piece of paper.

"Good afternoon, teacher. Well, I'm not sure if this letter will still be in the afternoon when it reaches you, but I think your messenger from the spirit world should be quick enough."

"Regarding recent events, I have finished digesting the 'Master of Tricks' potion and hope to obtain the next stage of the formula and further extraordinary knowledge from you."

"In addition, I would like to meet with you privately. I have something here that you might be interested in, and I hope you will take a look."

"Your student."

After writing this, Fowles took out his harmonica, which summons messengers, and played a silent melody.

After handing the letter to the messenger, Fowles glanced at the wall clock.

2:50-57.

Fowles let out a sigh of relief and went back to bed.

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Backlund time, 3 p.m.

Crimson rays of light shone on both sides of the mottled table, solidifying into blurry, different figures.

Audrey was in a good mood, even better than usual, because she had completed the task assigned to her by the Psychological Alchemy Society: "to coax the lonely elderly." She had obtained the "Hypnotist's" potion recipe.

Of course, she secretly copied the borrowed notes and offered them as a sacrifice to Mr. Fool.

At the same time, she has also digested the "Bricklayer's" potion and can now purchase the next series of potions from Mr. Demon.

After spending so much time together, Audrey could clearly realize that the demon Serres was not actually interested in the so-called "reward".

The reason for accepting payment is more out of the mindset that "it would be unreasonable not to accept payment".

Whether others care or not is irrelevant; paying money is simply what one should do.

Audrey's lips curled into an elegant smile as she stood up and addressed the figure shrouded in gray mist at the head of the bronze table:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

May Mr. Fool bless us, for today we have a clue about the fruit of the Enchanted Wind Chime Tree… Then, she silently prayed in her heart and, as usual, began to observe the condition of the other members.

Miss Magician was a little excited and a little nervous, glancing at Mr. World every now and then. Well, ruling out the possibility that they were dating, the most likely explanation is that Mr. World completed one of Miss Magician's requests, but hasn't paid her yet.

After a moment's thought, Audrey suddenly realized something.

Did Mr. World resolve the target of Fowles' previous request? Mr. World is truly remarkable. A powerful figure at Sequence Five has died so silently.

As always, Mr. World didn't reveal his inner thoughts, acting like a mannequin. His control over his body language was also excellent.

Mr. Hanged Man is in a good mood. Let me think, at last week's tarot reading, he asked the Hermit about the Oberyn Martell. Has he found it?

(End of this chapter)