Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 417 The Simple and Honest Folks of Baiyin City

Back in the city, Colin Iliad passed the power plant filled with lightning rods that kept emitting a "Leodorus" sound, and went straight back to the Round Tower.

Because it has taken in many residents from other city-states, Silver City has expanded more than tenfold in size compared to before, and the means of transportation has changed from walking to electric vehicles or bicycles.

Along the way, you can see residents of Baiyin City coming and going, some riding bicycles or electric bikes, some walking, holding mobile phones in their hands.

Some others carried whips, waving them repeatedly to drive away some dark monsters towards the plant growth center.

Occasionally, one or two humanoid giant mechs would even fly overhead; these were designed by Mr. Devil and named "Gundam".

As people's quality of life improves, they begin to pursue spiritual fulfillment.

Besides normal entertainment, some people develop special pursuits or habits due to long-term stress.

For example, when Colin was walking down the street, he noticed a patrolman struggling with his own shadow because he had been hurt by a monster in the dark and could not tolerate the presence of anything black.

Therefore, he was often distressed because his shadow was black.

How pitiful.

Back at the Round Tower, Colin entered the elevator, pressed the button for the sixth floor, and yawned.

Ding.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, and the doors slowly opened to reveal a long corridor.

It was a long corridor filled with lights, the bright lights shining on the murals on both sides of the corridor.

With gentle features and a beautiful face, Urelius, dressed in a simple and plain linen robe and with long silver hair, stood in the corridor holding a paintbrush and palette.

Rays of light unfurled behind Him, forming ethereal, layered, pure wings. Layers of mist swirled around Him, like clouds encircling Him.

However, these are neither clouds nor special effects that Urelius intentionally created.

It was simply because He was smoking.

He was smoking "Dingzhenwu" electronic cigarettes issued by the Joyful Church.

This is a powerful being. In Colin's perception, even he himself would find it difficult to guarantee that he could defeat Him.

Noticing Colin's arrival, Ulorus nodded in acknowledgment and simultaneously reset the environment around him, causing the floating smoke to disappear.

Good morning, Mr. Colin.

Colin nodded in greeting: "Good morning, Your Majesty Ouro."

This angel of fate was brought here by Serres some time ago, and this floor was specially reserved for Urolius to rest.

At the end of the corridor was another room, which Colin knew was the object of Ouroboros's worship, and also part of the "ancient sun god" once worshipped by Silver City.

When Serres led them into the Silver City, it caused quite a stir. Many elderly people wept bitterly, not understanding why their Lord had become like this.

Even Colin fell silent upon seeing the true Creator in its current state.

"Is that...he/she alright?"

Colin glanced at the room at the end of the corridor with a complicated expression, then his gaze shifted to the mural that Ulrolius was painting, and his expression became even more complicated.

It was a person hanging upside down, sitting on... an upside-down golden toilet.

“The Lord is in very good condition recently,” Urolius replied truthfully.

The golden toilet continuously draws out the pollution from the true creator and transforms it into energy. In addition, some of the believers in Silver City who originally worshipped the ancient sun god have chosen to switch their faith to the true creator, which has greatly improved His condition.

Colin nodded, no longer dwelling on it, and directly stated his purpose.

"We plan to explore the Giants' Court in the next couple of days. When that happens, I wonder if you'll come with us or stay here?"

Ouroboros remained expressionless, still looking rather dazed.

“You can indeed leave from there, but…” He turned his head, seemingly seeing the Silver City outside the round tower through the wall. “Life here is much happier than outside.”

Ulorus seemed to have no intention of giving any face to the people outside the Forsaken Lands, saying whatever came to mind.

"Really?" Colin was taken aback, not expecting such a response.

After thinking for a while, Colin shook his head.

"I have no right to make decisions for others. All I can do is break down the barriers between this place and the outside world, so that the residents of Silver City can freely choose whether to stay or leave."

"Whether it's better here or not, people should be able to make their own choices, and their right to do so is worth protecting."

Ulorius looked at him with gentle eyes.

A few seconds later, He nodded.

"This time, your journey will be smooth enough."

At that moment, Colin suddenly felt as if something had become clear, as if the road ahead had suddenly become unobstructed.

Colin smiled and sincerely thanked him.

“Thank you, Your Majesty Urolius.” Then, he steered the conversation back on track. “So, are you two going to stay here, or leave together?”

“The Lord and I will remain here,” Urolius replied simply.

“I see, I understand.” Colin said knowingly. “If you have any needs, just tell the guards here and we’ll have them prepare them.”

Ouroboros nodded silently, offering no reply.

Seeing that Ulorus had nothing more to say, Colin nodded slightly once more, then turned and left.

thump.

He suddenly heard a thud as someone fell to the ground.

Colin immediately turned around and saw the "Angel of Fate," Ulrolius, dressed in a simple linen robe and with silver hair reaching his waist, sitting on the ground, his eyes closed in a gentle and devout prayer.

He had just tripped over his own tail, so he decided to start praying on the spot.

Colin silently withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

…………

Backlund, North District.

It was already morning; the red moon had set and the sun had risen, but some remote streets remained pitch black.

Only the gas streetlights on both sides of the street emitted a faint glow, illuminating the road ahead and the doorways of nearby houses.

Everything was so quiet and peaceful.

Inside the house, a man with slightly disheveled hair was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, as if he were having a nightmare.

The mailbox at 7 Pinster Street lies quietly at the boundary between light and darkness, bathed in the cool breeze blowing from the side, seemingly already asleep.

As an alarm clock rang.

The man was woken up by the alarm clock, got up and stretched.

It seems that not only he was awakened, but also the house.

Suddenly, newspapers, bills, and letters from unknown senders poured out of the house's mailroom.

These things seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, floating in mid-air, flying towards the doorway, and slipping through the crack.

(End of this chapter)