Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 388 Must-Play Items
After an unknown amount of time, the Mother Goddess's head reassembled.

Why does everyone hit Him?
That mask struck Him… The Fate of Procreation elbowed Him… The Lord of Mysteries struck Him… And now, the centaurs that suddenly appeared merely happened to be passing by and casually blew His head off…

Is it some kind of must-do attraction in a mysterious world? Or some popular spot for taking photos?
Why is everyone bullying Him?

It seems it's time to call upon the Universal Women's Protection Association...

Shivering with cold, when will these female deities finally stand up?

Helplessly withdrawing her gaze, the Fallen Mother Goddess felt the fruit she had eaten and completely absorbed disappear.

He was "immortal," able to barely survive, but the power contained in that "fruit" seemed to be precisely countered by that arrow, which shattered and vanished completely as it passed over his body.

Although this didn't seem to have much impact on Him, He had already embarked on his destiny, and the improvement that fruit brought Him was originally limited.

There wasn't really any loss; it was just that it got blown up.

It's just a minor injury.

But would He be defeated so easily?

That's definitely not the case.

A hero can't just get married and run away!

Of all the many destinies, more than one or two are suitable for Him.

He plans to experiment with [harmony] again to see if it will work...

This time there definitely won't be any problems; His luck shouldn't be that bad.

…………

“Great Fool, I’ve discovered that there seems to be a problem with Frank’s experiment. One of the new lives he created seems to have some evil intent; it feels a lot like the ‘abundant evil’ that Mr. Devil mentioned. I don’t know what to do and hope to get your help.”

In the crimson light of prayer, Klein saw the image of Cattleya praying.

Klein remained silent for a few seconds.

Abundant foes... he doesn't understand them either...

“I understand, Lady Hermit.” Klein nodded slightly. “Then, you may speak with Mr. Demon face to face.”

As he spoke, he extended his spiritual power, pulling Serres and Cattleya into the gray mist.

This perfectly suited Gadriya's wishes, which meant she wouldn't need to pray to the demon Serres.

The crimson light coalesced into two figures, and Cattleya immediately told Serres what she had seen.

“Hmm…” Serres stroked his chin and thought for a moment, “Actually, theoretically speaking, you are not a bountiful creature, but rather a relatively evil bountiful person.”

“This is easy to solve.” Serres glanced at Klein. “I can come to you right now and help you with it.”

Upon hearing this, Cattleya immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As far as she knew, Mr. Devil was the most knowledgeable about destiny in the Tarot Club, so having him help would be the best thing.

"Then... I'll leave it to you. How should the payment be calculated?" Cattleya asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." Serres waved his hand. "Anyway, I'm bored right now, so it doesn't hurt to help you fix it up."

Klein frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

If Serres doesn't charge money, then he must be going to provide entertainment.

However, as "Mr. Fool," he had no suitable excuse to stop Serres and could only watch helplessly as Serres and Cattleya agreed on a meeting time.

Leaving the gray fog and washing his hands, Klein returned to Mrs. Mary. "Sorry to keep you waiting," Klein said with a gentle smile.

“It’s alright, Mr. Dawn,” Mrs. Mary said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned. “Being a millionaire is not easy, but being a rich and handsome millionaire is especially difficult.”

This is already a complaint...

Klein could only smile and nod.

After all, it would be quite impolite to leave someone aside as soon as you meet them.

She began showing Klein around Coym's company and introducing him to the various projects.

"Mr. Dantes, this is the headquarters of our Coym Corporation. Please see here, we have long-term agreements with several anthracite coal mining areas..."

Half an hour later, they went up to the second floor and entered the large conference room.

The place had been arranged in advance, with tables placed against the wall, and several gentlemen and ladies were sitting at one of the tables.

One of the men, an elegant gentleman, had just cut off a piece of grilled steak and gently put it into his mouth.

Not far away, plates of food were scattered on the tables, mainly cold dishes such as ham, smoked meat, sausage, bread, salad, cake, and pudding, but there were also a few hot dishes.

"What a feast," Klein thought to himself. "If my story were really a novel, then those who are reading this part late at night without any midnight snacks are in for a treat..."

As soon as they entered, Mary introduced Dawn Dantes to the two men standing nearby talking: "This is Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer, and this is Alan Chris, an excellent surgeon. In Backlund, you'll always need them."

As Klein listened to Mary's words, he watched the two men with a smile, his lips almost twitching.

Yes, I actually know him, and I also know the baby in his wife's belly...

Klein muttered to himself, but felt like a pervert for saying it.

While inwardly complaining, Klein patiently waited until Mary introduced Dawn Dantes to the other side before politely greeting Mike and Allen.

At that moment, Klein's spirit was suddenly stirred, and he glanced out the window.

By 7 p.m. in Backlund, the sky was already mostly dark.

In the dim night sky, a colorful "autumn" could be faintly seen running across the sky.

…………

It was 8 p.m.

“There are two types of beings who can best suppress the Fertile People: those in high positions from either the Fertile or the Hunting.” Serres boarded the Future.

Cattleya nodded: "However, it seems we don't have enough powerful Fate Walkers on our side."

She didn't consider the apothecary, because the fruit grew on the apothecary's head, and she didn't think the apothecary would be particularly harsh on that fruit.

“Coincidentally, I have a sculpture here that perfectly meets both of these needs. If you take it back, it will basically have a suppressive effect and prevent it from causing trouble.”

As he spoke, Serres took a sculpture out of his pocket.

Cattleya glanced at it and couldn't help but feel surprised.

It was a centaur with a bow and arrow, and on the centaur's back sat a woman with antlers on her head and several arms.

Two of the woman's arms gently wrapped around the centaur's human upper body, and two more hands gently helped the centaur comb the hair on his head.

“I call this sculpture ‘Living and Dying Together’,” Serres explained.

(End of this chapter)