Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 398 The Witch of Pain is too great
Edsack felt a little dizzy, raised his hand to touch his head, and touched a head of silky, soft long hair.

She sat up, looking bewildered, and saw Triss sitting not far away, smiling at her.

She blinked and suddenly felt a heavy weight on her chest.

She was still somewhat dazed, subconsciously sensing the new abilities she had gained.

Upon becoming Sequence Five, her previous abilities were enhanced, allowing her to unleash massive swarms of insects and transform her entire body into them. She also gained some spells and spell-like abilities, as well as a degree of control over disasters and misfortunes, enabling her to inflict "calamities" on enemies and sense impending "calamities."

Furthermore, because her child is on the "assassin" path, she acquired some assassin combat skills and gained some extraordinary abilities associated with them.

For example, instantaneous appearance or brief invisibility.

There are also some abilities that children can only use after they are born.

For example, throwing the child out during an attack, then picking them up to counterattack.

Edsack gradually regained his senses and looked down at the two large mounds on his chest.

What is this? This...this isn't right, is it?
Wait…wait…

What is a fertile worm?

Edsack subconsciously raised his hand and squeezed the heavy spot.

what?
She continued her inspection, and unsurprisingly, the little bird she had kept in the cage flew away, disappeared, and vanished.

Suddenly, Triss sprang up from the sofa, grabbed Edsack's arm, and invisible spider silk emanated from her body, wrapping around Edsack.

Several small toys had appeared in her hands without her noticing.

Because there were too many toys to hold in one hand, she could only let some of the spider silk entangle the rest and keep them by her side.

“Wait…you…” Edsack looked at the small toys and struggled instinctively.

She had a premonition of impending "disaster"!

“What are you waiting for?” Triss grabbed Edsack from the sofa. “Come inside with me.”

“No, wait a minute…” Edsack frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

But Triss didn't want to waste any time.

"You want to be in the living room, right? Okay! I agree!"

Bored, she wants to see rivers of blood!
The great Witch of Pain tightly bound the evil, monstrous mother worm, then transformed into a messenger of justice and thrust out her spear.

The Witch of Pain is truly magnificent.

…………

Inside a hotel in Bayam.

Alger listened with a slight frown to what World Gehrman Sparrow had to say.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the machine beside him, shutting it down as it continuously emitted weak currents and distorted magnetic fields. Then, his brow relaxed, concluding that Gehrman's timing was reasonable.

He wasn't worried that the sailors would overthink things if they returned and found out he wasn't there, because he also had physical needs and might have slept in the bed of some lady at the "Red Theater" and couldn't bear to come back.

There are many similar places in Bayam, and a considerable number of streetwalkers exist there. Just because you confirm that there is no one at the "Red Theater" doesn't mean you know he's in trouble.

However, what they could never have imagined was that the Hanged Man was already a person who had transcended vulgar tastes.

Ordinary people without power are nothing more than human-shaped Fiji Cups; it's more practical to go and challenge a strong person like Mr. World instead of playing these games.

Besides, only lowly scoundrels would use their money and power to seduce women on the street; true power comes from pure love.

After packing his things, Alger put the equipment he had prepared in advance into a bag. At 11 p.m., he quietly left the hotel, disguised himself, and walked along the shadows of the street toward St. Germain Church.

His footsteps were so light that he didn't make a sound even when he stepped on the branches on the ground. Even after he walked over the branches with his backpack and his weight of over 500 pounds, the branches on the ground still did not break.

Arriving at the church entrance, Alger looked up at the church's sign.

The church remained simply decorated and had very few worshippers. The doors and windows were closed, and through the windows, one could see that there was not a single worshipper inside.

“St. Gehrman…Mr. World is also incredibly talented…”

Just then, Alger had a sudden thought, turned his head to the side, and looked behind him.

In the shadowy environment beneath a giant tree, a figure was quickly outlined.

The figure touched the top hat on his head, slowly raised his head, revealing a gaunt face and sharply defined body contours, as well as his dark brown eyes and the gold-rimmed glasses he wore.

A brown cat perched on his shoulder, tilting its head and looking at Alger.

It is the world of Gehrman Sparrow and the wheel of fate, Padmon.

“Good evening, Mr. Hanged Man.” Klein’s voice was hoarse but tinged with a smile.

"Good evening, Mr. World." As expected, it was "teleported" over... Alger tensed up for a moment, then relaxed and replied in a calm tone.

However, his guard and vigilance had not diminished in the slightest. When he saw Gehrman Sparrow again, he found that although the other man's characteristics had not changed much, his every move exuded an indescribable aura of strength that was even more profound and substantial, making him both awe-inspiring and captivating.

As for Lady Wheel of Fortune, Alger also couldn't see her clearly, but he intuitively felt that if a fight broke out, he would probably not even be able to inflict any damage on her.

Alger suppressed his feelings and, carrying a bundle half the size of himself, walked towards Klein:
"Are you planning to go to that primitive island now?"

“Of course.” Klein glanced at the houses in the distance, released his right hand from his top hat, and smiled politely.

Alger examined himself, checked his belongings, and then took out a black iron-colored ring with spike-like protrusions, putting it on his left hand.

On the thumb.

The negative effects of this sealed artifact are now practically nonexistent for him; it can only serve as a tool for mental training.

He nodded slightly and said, "It's a pleasure working with you."

Then he saw Klein walk over expressionlessly and reach out to grab his shoulder.

In that instant, Alger's first reaction was that the other party was going to attack him, and his instinct was to dodge to the side, while at the same time throwing a punch to try to smash the other party's head.

But he immediately remembered his previous guess, and in the blink of an eye, he forcibly controlled his subconscious actions, letting the mad adventurer's hand fall on his left shoulder.

The next second, the scene around them rapidly distorted and deformed.

When the surrounding scenery returned to normal, the two had arrived at the edge of a giant island. Mist had settled in the air, and only a small amount of crimson moonlight could penetrate it. This did not dispel the darkness of the forest and mountains, but instead shrouded them in a sinister and bloody atmosphere.

really……

“This is it,” Alger said, looking around.

Klein nodded, withdrew his right hand, and couldn't help but inwardly grimac.

Although the coordinates were obtained through exchange, when I opened the map in my mind, I found that anchor points had already been inserted here.

This……

He just wasted his money.

What a loss.

(End of this chapter)