Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 408 The Klein Family

Inside the Hall family's castle.

Audrey was sitting at her desk, admiring the two special items she had just acquired.

Those are two extraordinary characteristics.

A "detective" and a "chaos mentor"

In addition, there were two extraordinary items that she had crafted herself and that she considered quite impressive.

Although extraordinary abilities are no match for truly extraordinary items that use extraordinary characteristics, those containing sufficient spiritual materials are still far more useful than ordinary materials.

One of them is shaped like a long black glove that reaches the elbow, resembling a royal glove and exuding a noble and elegant air.

The other was a pair of black glasses. From a distance, they seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, one could see intricate patterns on them.

Audrey intends to use these two extraordinary items she crafted herself as a foundation to house the two extraordinary traits she has acquired.

The gloves belong to Mr. World, but the glasses belong to himself.

As for why she used long black tulle gloves, aside from a slightly quirky feeling that it would be interesting for Mr. World to wear them, the main reason was that these gloves were the best extraordinary items she had ever created.

The others are slightly inferior.

As for the extraordinary qualities of a "detective," she originally wanted to use the black cane with gold trim that Earl Hall liked as a basis, but Earl Hall refused, giving her the answer that "it is good enough that you use it yourself and have the intention to show respect."

This made her wonder if her father possessed some better magical item, or if the Church of the Goddess provided him with exceptionally high-level protection.

So she found a pair of glasses that fit Mrs. Hall's face shape.

I wonder if Earl Hall will feel uncomfortable when his mother gains the insight of a "detective".

It's really quite interesting to think about it simply.

Just then, she heard a knocking sound at the door.

Her personal maid, Anne, said from outside, "Miss, the Earl wants to see you."

Audrey left the black veil glove on the table, got up, went to the door, and opened it.

Earl Hall, who was at home without a coat, wearing only a shirt and vest, stroked his handsome little mustache and chuckled:

"Aren't you ready yet? We'll be returning to Backlund soon."

“Okay, Dad,” Audrey nodded cheerfully, “I’m getting you a present.”

Earl Hall laughed even more heartily.

"No, it's not necessary. It's enough that you have the intention."

“No, I think it’s absolutely necessary,” Audrey said mysteriously. “It will definitely be a surprise.”

Time flew by, and evening arrived.

Most of the members of the Tarot Club had already gone to sleep and entered their dreams.

And as it's Monday night, today is the day the "simulated universe" begins.

…………

On the boundless, indifferent ocean, strangely tasting water churned up waves and choked Leonard's nostrils.

As soon as he entered the simulated universe, he was thrown directly into the sea. Caught off guard, he choked on several mouthfuls of water. It took him a few seconds to remember that he could fly.

A wrecked red boat appeared before him.

The ship gave Leonard a strange feeling, as if it were pieced together from countless pieces of information.

"Old man, can you tell what kind of ship this is?" Leonard muttered to himself.

From the air, one could see masked, laughing crew members raising their glasses to invite Leonard aboard for a drink.

As an angelic-level decryption scholar, Pales analyzed the ship's composition in an instant.

The ship's frame is a collection of crude jokes, and its sails are a variety of old-fashioned anecdotes. The crew's glasses are made up of various "slang," while the churning sea represents a concept called "no humor."

Is it a high-sequence information creation similar to the "Hermit" pathway?
Parles analyzed.

Yes, besides its conceptual composition, it is also a type of gastric juice.

It is speculated that this was probably inside the stomach of some kind of giant mammal.

Thinking about how Leonard had choked on water earlier, Palles let out a hoarse laugh.

"Old man, what are you laughing at?" Leonard asked, puzzled.

Pales laughed as he recounted his analysis, and Leonard immediately felt a churning in his stomach, almost vomiting.

Pales seemed to be in a better mood.

Leonard doesn't want to say or do anything right now.

He just wanted to know if there was a place on the ship where he could take a shower.

…………

Klein returned to the palace above the gray fog, which resembled the dwelling of a giant, and sat in the position of "the world".

At some point, he had reverted to his "Klein Moretti" appearance.

He was of medium build, with black hair and brown eyes, and had a distinctly scholarly air about him.

But as he has come a long way, Klein’s demeanor has changed. Even now, with his scholarly air, it is hard to hide his current maturity.

But this time, there was no "Mr. Fool" shrouded in gray fog opposite him.

Instead, they were three men he was also familiar with.

The first man appeared to be a middle-aged man nearing forty, over 180 cm tall, with black hair streaked with silver, and deep blue eyes like a lake at night. His features were quite pleasing to the eye, exuding a mature charm and refined elegance.

The second man wore a long black robe and a more classic top hat. His features were soft and elegant, exuding a divine charm. Judging from his attire, he resembled a wandering magician often seen in the streets and alleys, but much more handsome.

The third man was wearing a black trench coat, with a relatively wild demeanor. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a top hat, and his eyes were even colder and sharper.

The three men each have their own distinct characteristics, making it difficult to connect them.

If someone insists they are the same person, they might be considered a fool.

If there is any similarity, it is that they both wear top hats.

Perhaps the top hat is the real body, and the body below is just a puppet controlled by the Puppet Master.

Klein appeared in his place, and the three men looked at him almost simultaneously.

Dawn Dantes smiled and nodded, while Gehrman Sparrow nodded politely.

Merlin Hermes, who seemed to have the least humanity, actually made the most movements, raising his hand and waving lightly at Klein, as if to say hello.

He seems to have lost the ability to feel "awkwardness".

The bronze table, which was originally several meters long, shrank in an instant, shrinking into a square table, bringing the four people very close together.

What is this? A family gathering of the "Klein family"?
Klein muttered something.

At this moment, the center and edges of the square table suddenly dented.

A circle appeared in the center, while rows of rectangular objects slowly emerged from the recessed area along the border.

Klein was very familiar with this thing.

“It doesn’t seem to be a family gathering.” Dawn Dantes smiled gently. “It’s the Klein family’s private mahjong table.”

P.S.: This chapter is finished today, bringing the total to one million words.

Monthly ticket, monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)