Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 403 Dawn Arrodes's XP Extravaganza

A large amount of complicated memories crowd into the spirit, resulting in the spirit knowing nothing and being unable to remember anything.

The complex memories tore at the spirit's body, almost creating a completely new second personality within him, one that only wanted to buy goods, bask in the sun, and take a nap.

Having finally regained consciousness from the jumbled memories, the wronged spirit felt as if its spirit body was falling.

He was clearly possessed by an extraordinary cat, but he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Falling, falling.

He opened his eyes quickly.

He is a battle-hardened Sequence 5, one of the seven pirate generals at sea, and the legendary Blood Admiral Señor!
How could he possibly die here? Die on this nameless island he stumbled upon?

He quickly recovered from the feeling of weightlessness.

I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by complete darkness.

This is unusual.

But he was not afraid. He possessed a monster pathway sequence five "winner" extraordinary item, making it absolutely impossible for him to fall into a situation that would kill him.

Fate was on the side of him, the "General of Blood"!

He turned his head slightly to observe the inside of Padmoo's spirit body.

Generally speaking, simple possession cannot penetrate the depths of a spirit.

Even if one were to delve completely into the spirit's interior, what would appear would be the vast ocean of the possessed person's subconscious, not a pitch-black void where nothing can be seen.

This cat looks like a good guy. Even if it doesn't have the Golden Spirit, its entire spirit shouldn't be black, right?
Just then, in her spirit form, Señor opened her mouth and tried to let out a shriek of a vengeful spirit, attacking her from within Padmon's spirit body.

But just as Señor was about to let out a shriek, several streaks of orange light suddenly appeared in the deep darkness.

Those appeared to be several orange butterflies.

Señor's extraordinary abilities were suddenly interrupted, without any warning.

"There's no need for excessive resistance; I had already foreseen your arrival."

Therefore, there is no need to resist.

…………

After Señor lost contact, the nail stuck in the curly-haired baboon's head flickered twice and then slowly went out, and it completely stopped thinking.

Its body, which had just been blasted open by a bullet, swayed a few times, tilted its head forward, and fell to the ground.

The curly-haired baboon had already been dealt with before it attacked Patto Meow.

Seeing the curly-haired baboon fall, Padma cat turned her gaze away and looked to the other side.

Alger is attempting a one-on-one duel with Quetzalcoatl.

Klein instantly moved from the anchor point and it would take him another ten seconds or so to get there. Alger would have to hold out for those ten seconds on his own.

Although it was a bit strenuous, it wasn't so difficult that I couldn't even last for ten seconds.

Amidst the sounds of rockets and grenades exploding, the ocean singer's heart-wrenching voice rang out.

Padma was hesitant for a moment about whether to go and help.

Or... wait until he loses his voice from shouting?
But suddenly, her heart tightened, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

This strong sense of danger caused Padoma to inexplicably become agitated.

What's going on? I've never heard of curly-haired baboons having deathrattle abilities.

At the same moment, Alger also noticed an unusual change.

His heart swelled and contracted as if it were the source of a storm, and his blood surged through his arteries and veins like a tidal wave.

Changes also occurred on the Quetzalcoatl side.

It looked somewhat flustered, constantly turning its head and looking in various directions.

The next second, Alger noticed that his right hand, which was carrying the rocket launcher, was turning gray little by little, starting from his fingernails, and losing its luster, just like the kind of stone that can be found everywhere in the Black Forest.

If you get onychomycosis (fungal nail infection), one person can infect two others.

His legs, however, were stiff at the knees and the muscles were frozen, as if they no longer belonged to him.

Not only him, but also the feathered serpent was affected.

It struggled for a few moments, then immediately opened a bronze gate shimmering with many intricate patterns, slipped inside, and used the underworld to head in other directions.

Ran
Alger couldn't help but reach out, seemingly intending to grab the feathered serpent's tail and have it carry him away. But in the end, he didn't do so.

stab.

A hole was torn open in the space.

Gehrman Sparrow's hand reached out from the space and grabbed Alger's shoulder. At the same time, his other hand reached out from behind Padmon and grabbed Padmon by the back of the neck.

The figures of the two people and the cat quickly became transparent and disappeared from the spot, entering a strangely distorted space that had been folded and layered, and then quickly moved towards their originally planned destination.

Suddenly, the chaotic and distorted colors and layered scenes before Klein's eyes strangely unified into a deep black, revealing fine textures, like strands of distinct black hair.

The hair seemed to be blocking Klein and the others' path.

A chill ran up his feet, but Klein simply smiled exaggeratedly.

Immediately afterwards, the gold-rimmed glasses on his face instantly deformed, turning into an exaggerated clown mask.

Klein's aura also changed at the same time, changing from Sequence 5 to Sequence 3.

The strands of hair hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not stop him, making way for Klein.

Klein nodded politely, bowed slightly to the hair, and then pushed off again, running towards his target.

The strands of hair followed Klein for a short distance, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew.

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Berklund Street.

The red moon sets, the sun gradually rises, and it's the morning of the next day.

The butler, Walter, came up to the third floor, curled his fingers, and rhythmically knocked on the master bedroom door: "Mr. Dawn, breakfast is ready."

After pausing for a few seconds and hearing a reply from inside the room that he was allowed to enter, he pushed open Dawn's door.

Good morning, Mr. Dawn.

"Good morning, Mr. Walter." With the help of his personal valet, Dawn Arrodes quickly dressed in rather complicated, luxurious, but uncomfortable clothes.

"Would you like to have your meal now, or would you like to take a walk in the garden first?" the butler asked with great professionalism.

“I’d like to have breakfast first.” Dawn Arrodes stood up, straightened his tie, and gave a gentle smile. “Walking around in the morning is good for my health. But I’d prefer to combine the time spent digesting food with it.”

"Yes, breakfast is ready." Butler Walter stepped aside.

Dawn Arrodes strode past Walter.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back to look at the butler.

"Speaking of which, what kind of lady does Mr. Walter like?"

“I have a wife in the countryside, sir,” the butler skillfully evaded Dawn Arrodes’ question.

“Ah, yes, I remember now, I’m very sorry.” Dawn Arrodes smiled apologetically.

A few minutes later, Dawn Arrodes sat down at the dining table, waiting for the maid to bring breakfast.

While waiting, he turned to look at his personal valet, Richardson, who was sitting to the side.

"Mr. Richardson, I recall you're also single. Have you considered marriage?"

Richardson shook his head somewhat awkwardly.

He currently has no stable source of income, and there are some things he dares not even think about. If he were to consider marriage, it would mean losing his current job.

But then, unable to contain his curiosity, he asked Dawn Arrodes.

"Mr. Dawn, are you asking this question because you have similar thoughts in mind?"

Dawn Arrodes' eyes lit up, he coughed lightly, and said with a smile:

“In the past, I always chose to take risks in order to accumulate wealth, so I was unwilling to get married, fearing that I would be a burden to my partner.”

"That experience gave me a lot of experience and made me like a wide variety of types of people, so I'm not picky anymore."

After a few seconds of pause, he quickened his pace and began to "chant".

"You know what? I like women who are a little older than me, who can give me warmth and make me feel at ease."

Before he finished speaking, Richardson's expression suddenly froze. He then turned his head to look to the side, and then lowered his head uncomfortably, his face feeling a strange burning pain.

Dawn Arrodes, oblivious to what was happening, continued:
"I also like women who have had a love affair or marriage, but whose social status makes them unapproachable and can only be admired from afar. They are charming, and every move they make is captivating and irresistible. I always dream about them."

Walter, the butler who was standing nearby, suddenly trembled.

Looking at Miss Lena Pierce, the maid, carrying a tray to the table, Dawn Arrodes smiled and said:

"Of course, sometimes gender doesn't have to be so rigid. A cute, younger boy can be a rare 'treasure,' after all, they will grow up someday."

The maid, who had just put down her plate, froze for a moment, but her excellent professionalism allowed her to recover quickly.

“Liking cute things, liking mature things… these are all perfectly normal.” Dawn Arrodes picked up the knife and fork on the table and said with satisfaction, “Humans are limited by their bodies, and under the influence of various senses, they will always have some abnormal thoughts. As long as they can control them, act according to their own will, and not feel tormented, then they are still good husbands, good fathers, and good men.”

(End of this chapter)