Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 4 Ah Ha, don’t contact me, I’m afraid the goddess will misunderstand

"Making money is easy in this day and age," Serris thought as he walked. He reached out and tapped his right wrist. A translucent screen of light appeared before him. This was the ether editing technology from Punklord.

Passing by a kebab stall, he pointed a finger at the money box beside the vendor, and the currency data appeared on the screen. Serris tapped "Print" again, and stacks of pennies and soles appeared in his hand, which he then casually stuffed into the body of the retrained, well-behaved and sensible prison boy.

For this world, this technology is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack. And the locals certainly have no countermeasures against this method.

[Are you not afraid of the impact on the monetary system by doing this? ]

"Not really," Serris explained, "unless I can come up with tens of millions of pounds at once, this small amount of money won't make a big splash in Loen."

[Speaking of which, with so many extraordinary people, how does this monetary system maintain balance? There must be a way to rub gold pounds, right?]

"Because mid- and low-sequence funds can't do it, and high-sequence funds don't need to. Furthermore, most banknotes created through extraordinary means can't last long. Take, for example, the historical projections drawn up by [ancient scholars]. Money that can't flow into the market will certainly have no impact on the economic system. It's essentially no different from outright theft or robbery."

Then Serris casually drew his hand, and a set of clothes similar to the surrounding style replaced his original clothes as if by magic.

He wore a long black trench coat over a gray linen shirt, black wide-leg trousers, a beige deerstalker hat, off-white gloves, an emerald brooch dangling from his left collar, and a black cane with a silver rim in his right hand. The Jailboy sat on his shoulder, acting as a decorative ornament. Through his open trench coat, an orange mask could be seen hanging from his waist.

Although it was still June, Tingen City, located in the northern part of the Kingdom of Loen, was already quite cool. Many people were wearing windbreakers on the streets, so Serris's outfit wouldn't seem out of place.

This was the clothing he wore when he was at the Bozhi Society. It was recommended to him by a researcher. Unexpectedly, it was quite suitable for his current environment.

After closing the ether editing panel and turning off the psychological invisibility, an elegant British-style gentleman quietly appeared among the crowd, attracting no one's attention.

If we were to say what the most frequently mentioned thing in the original novel of Weird, besides the bathroom in Mr. Fool's Kingdom of God, it would probably be the gold pound.

He suddenly had an urge to see what kind of magic this big treasure that Mr. Fool had been thinking about all the time had.

"I'm having a bit of bad luck today." Serris wanted to enter the information of a few gold pound notes so that he could print them. However, along the way, not a single street vendor or pedestrian had taken out a gold pound to pay, which made him scratch his head.

In fact, gold pounds are not important, but for some reason he just wants to get a few of them. The inexplicable feeling makes him rub his temples.

“Maybe it was Klein’s love for gold pounds in the original novel that influenced me.” Serris thought.

Besides money, he also needed a place to live. He remembered that in the original novel, Klein lived on Iron Cross Street at the beginning. Perhaps he could ask him for a place to stay...

Passing by a trackless public carriage stop, Cyrus saw a man waiting for a bus. He was wearing the simplest white robe, had a light golden beard that covered half of his face, and had cross pendants hanging from his chest. He was a simple priest, a common sight on the roadside.

Ceres glanced past the priest toward the carriage station, remembering the description of the public carriage in the original novel. He suddenly had the urge to try it out. He put aside the idea of ​​staying at Klein's house for the time being.

"Passengers who wish to board please do so as soon as possible." When the public carriage arrived at the station, the ticket inspector on the carriage gave the reminder without even looking up.

Under the influence of the synesthesia beacon, Serris easily understood the words of the ticket inspector.

“Hmm…” Serris couldn’t quite remember the other place names in the original book.

He didn't go forward. In fact, there was no need to experience such a thing. The most urgent thing now was to find a place to live. Klein's house...

The priest walked slowly up to the carriage, handed over 5 pence and nodded to the ticket collector.

The priest's voice was gentle and warm: "Go to Red Moon Street."

"Then I'll go to Red Moon Street too." Now that he had a place name, Cerus stopped worrying. He didn't care where he was going; he simply wanted to experience the trackless carriage and see how it differed from the bus.

"Red Moon Street." He followed the priest into the car.

The language Serris spoke also changed into the rune language familiar to the ticket inspector under the influence of the synesthesia beacon. As an ordinary person, he did not realize that there was anything wrong with this.

"5p."

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"It's too bumpy." Serris frowned and got out of the car. The jailboy kept making gestures as if he wanted to vomit, but unfortunately nothing came out.

He ignored the barrel boy and still wanted the gold pound, perhaps influenced by the original novel. After all, in the original novel, Klein was quite obsessed with the gold pound. He was eager to see what kind of magic could make the protagonist obsessed with it so much.

Turning a corner, he looked up, drawn to the white building before him. He thought, there must be gold pounds inside this building. Since he was only copying it and not taking it away, it wouldn't count as theft, so he shouldn't be in trouble. [Don't be afraid, brothers, let's strike like kings!]

Church of St. Selina.

The cathedral has a distinct earth-like Gothic style, with an overall black color. The main facade is dominated by a tall, mottled bell tower, which stands on a huge central buttress between red and blue lattice windows and pierces the sky.

Serris walked into the church, walked down the aisle to the donation box in the center of the church, and placed a 5-sol note into it. As his finger reached into the donation box, he also recorded the information of the other notes in it.

"The goddess will protect you." Beside the donation box, the nun softly offered a blessing to Serris. The nun had a beautiful face, expressionless, and dark eyes that lacked spirituality.

Finally getting it, he felt relieved and in a good mood, so good that he could take some time to listen to Mass. Today happened to be Sunday, what a good luck.

He looked at the gold pound that had suddenly appeared in his hand, and at the serious and prim King George III with his mustache. Speaking of which, Klein, when he first traveled through time, seemed to have remarked that this picture was "cute."

Perhaps later, when he killed George III, Crane could point a gun at Him and say, "Loved."

"I feel a lot more relaxed after entering the church. That's great. It's worthy of being the lord of sleep and silence." Serris found a place to sit down and listened comfortably to the bishop's low and gentle sermon on the stage.

“They were naked, without food or clothing, and without shelter in the cold.

"They were drenched by the heavy rain, and because they had no shelter, they clung to the rock.

"They are mothers whose children have been taken away from them, they are orphans who have lost hope, they are poor people who have been forced to leave the right path."

"The night did not give up on them and gave them favor."

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Looking at the Holy Emblem of Night on the wall, Ceris's spirit gradually relaxed as he listened to the gentle sermon, but his brows became more and more furrowed.

Although it's understandable to want to find the protagonist after traveling back to the novel, it's obviously abnormal to be so eager to find the protagonist, to get close to Klein, and to get close to the heir of Sefirah Castle.

"Damn it... cough" he stopped abruptly. After all, this was in the goddess' church.

The disappearing Gobi Desert.

"I owe you a favor..." He made a grimace, tapping his chest four times to draw a crimson moon. His expression looked as if he had just finished a plate of stir-fried potatoes with ginger. "Praise the goddess, praise Adam."

"Who in my family understands? I was targeted by a lecherous woman the moment I went out. It's so frustrating! When will we men ever be able to stand up again? We were almost set up by this lecherous woman. It's so chilling. I can't even imagine what would have happened if I'd fallen for it. I might have been caught and forced to play Ace's Love day and night."

"The fallen Mother Goddess, born evil, I must personally..." Serris whispered in his heart.

[The way to death! The way to death! Damn it, eat my green horse and entangle it! ]

Listening to the sermon and feeling his mood gradually calm down, Ceres whispered another word of praise to the goddess.

"Still praising the goddess? Are you changing your faith so easily? You are disloyal! Inquisition!"

"Just kidding. We Joyful Believers are famous for our loyalty in the universe. Do you have a firm belief in Aha?"

[Bold! I believe in Idriha, the Spring Eyebrow Star God.]

"Hey, I suddenly feel that the Goddess of Night might be the sockpuppet of the Hito Star God Hakivili. Do you think it makes sense?"

I am a fictional historian. This is history-making.

"Anyway, Aha, don't contact me. I'm afraid the goddess will misunderstand."

There are cows, there are cows.

PS: Many people say that the protagonist is less prominent in the later chapters, and this is indeed the case. After all, this is a behind-the-scenes story, so he has to show up in the early stages, but his appearance frequency will decrease in the later chapters.

(End of this chapter)