Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 407 The Blood Required for Cattleya's Advancement

During the free exchange segment, Mr. World was somewhat silent, seemingly troubled by the ritual of the selfless clown. Audrey felt that Mr. World's behavior was more like "unwillingness to do" than "inability to do."

Alger, in a rather pleasant mood, unusually shared his experiences at the Tarot meeting. Although most of his descriptions focused on things Klein also knew from exploring the primitive island.

Emlyn of the Moon boasted that he had won first place in the hunting competition and received a ring made by the progenitor himself.

However, the people around him were all humans or considered themselves to be humans, and they couldn't understand Emlyn's sense of racial honor at all.

Even Little Sun's impression of vampires was limited to "disgusting monsters covered in hemorrhoids and oozing pus."

Emlyn was almost brought to his breaking point.

I almost got into an argument with Derrick at the tarot reading session.

The strongest members of the Tarot Club are now all entertainers, and none of them have come out to silence anyone.

The normally normal Klein has now fully awakened his "love of watching a good show" gene, transforming into a Chinese person who loves watching a good show all his life.

[Let's fight! Let's fight!]

Finally, Padmon said, "What if your ring is just to help the progenitor of the vampires establish a better relationship with Mr. Fool, and it's not actually a gift for you?"

Emlyn completely broke through their defenses.

Listening to their conversation, Audrey suddenly felt a sense of unreality:
So... their Tarot Club has grown to this level by now?
Aside from Mr. Fool's part, the story gradually evolved from initially only being able to trade basic knowledge of mysticism and Sequence Nine potion recipes to the emergence of blasphemous cards and debates among members related to the progenitor of the vampires.

During a lull in the conversation, Cattleya asked:
"Mr. Devil, what do I need to prepare for my promotion ceremony?"

“I remember, the ritual for a Seer to become a demigod is to thoroughly analyze the blood of a mythical creature, right?” Serres asked.

“Yes,” Cattleya nodded in agreement.

“That’s easy to solve.” Serres snapped his fingers as usual. “Actually, there’s no need to be so rigid. If we can find a creature whose information is even rarer, more difficult to analyze than that of a ‘mythical creature,’ using its blood is just as effective.”

Cattleya knew this too, but this explanation was too strange.

This statement feels like saying, "In order to avoid using the blood of mythical creatures, using the blood of the true god will have the same effect."

But then she thought of the pharmacist on the ship.

Um, is Mr. Devil telling her to go find the pharmacist?

Judging from the fact that Serres almost turned into a vegetable after hearing just one word, she felt that the probability of her dying on the spot was far higher than successfully advancing to the next level.

So what Mr. Devil actually meant was that I should use the fruit's blood... or rather, juice?

As Cattleya's thoughts wandered, Serres waved his hand.

"It's not as complicated as you think."

"I happen to have a creature here that can meet your needs."

"It is mysterious enough, special enough, and the information it leaves in this world is so little that it can be ignored."

"It possesses the ability to easily traverse dimensions; space is like a toy to them, and even time might seem to follow a predictable path in their eyes..."

Klein suppressed the urge to click his tongue and curled his lip behind the gray fog.

Although I don't know what it is, since Serres is praising it like this, it can't be anything good.

However, Gadriya knew too little about Serres and readily accepted this explanation.

“However, I might not be able to analyze such a powerful creature, and I might lose control the moment I see it,” Cattleya said with some concern. “That’s another reason why I chose it,” Serres reassured her. “Although their abilities are special, their level is actually not that high.”

"This is a transdimensional creature lost among the stars. It is warm in nature, sweet in taste, and inedible. It spends most of its life eating and fleeing. Travelers who encounter it usually regard it as a good omen."

Alien creatures? No wonder Mr. Devil said these creatures were mysterious enough.

Perhaps it can rival mythical creatures in some aspects, but it doesn't reach that level. Considering its unique characteristics, it meets the requirements of the ritual.

This will not only help her complete the ritual, but also make it safer and less likely to be contaminated.

"More importantly, their computing power is terrifyingly strong. This alone makes them quite suitable for the espionage path."

"They can create a wormhole in just a few seconds through calculations, and the energy they consume is probably less than that of a Sequence 9. Interstellar travel is something they can do whenever they want. If they weren't inherently timid, they could probably create black holes out of thin air to attack, or easily launch a dimensional reduction attack."

Our patriarch is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see fighting and killing.

"Most importantly, it does not cause pollution, so there is no need to worry about life safety even if it is not successfully decomposed."

"Although as long as you try to advance on the ship, even if something happens, you're unlikely to die," Serres joked with a chuckle.

Ignoring the last sentence, the more Gadalia listened, the more she thought it was acceptable.

Suitable, convenient, and with a high safety factor

“Then I’ll give you the blood after this Tarot gathering,” Serres said. “Of course, the blood used during ascension will have some influence on the future form of the mythical creature.”

"But these are minor issues and don't need to be worried about too much."

The hermit Cattleya's expression softened immediately, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

Once she obtains that drop of alien blood, it means she is very close to the level of a demigod!

She already possessed the potion recipe of the "mystic" and had previously accumulated contributions, exchanging them for a main ingredient from the Morse Penitentiary. As for the remaining ingredient, she also knew which channel it came from and how to obtain it.

As for the future mythical creature forms, she doesn't really care about that.

Since it's already a data dumping ground, are you suggesting we turn it into a pig?

"May I ask what this creature is called?" Fowles asked curiously.

"Well, their name is 'Dimensional Piggy Bank'."

Fowles nodded knowingly.

Anything that can be named with a word like "dimensional" must be a top-tier being.

Next, the free exchange session gradually came to an end, and silence returned to the gray fog.

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PS: To be honest, I used to be interested in arguing with those haters one by one.

But now I realize that keeping those Down syndrome patients is really worthless except for making my temperament worse.

It would be much easier to just delete them.

If anyone sees this comment from Tangren, feel free to tag me and I'll clean up the comment section.

(End of this chapter)