Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 422 Cats and Dogs at the Charity Gala
"So fast?" Klein's first reaction upon receiving the text message was surprise. He hadn't expected Miss Justice to be able to create the sealing artifact so quickly.

He originally thought that even if he could succeed on the first try, it would still take at least a few days to refine the process.

When he saw the photo, Klein's expression became somewhat stiff.

Dude, are you sure this design is for "crazy adventurers"?
Imagine "Crazy Gehrman" wearing a half-high silk top hat, a tailcoat, and an incredibly cool exoskeleton glove on his right hand, exuding a crazy yet elegant essence.

Then he showed his left hand.

A mad dog instantly transforms into an elegant lady?

Won't Pado laugh at this? Pado will definitely laugh at this, won't she?
Klein glanced at Padma, who was lying on the corner of the table playing on her phone.

But the subsequent negative effects gave Klein a glimmer of hope.

This negative effect is actually quite good; at least it doesn't present any major difficulties.

Praise is fine, it won't stop him from fighting.

For example... Oh, friend, the way your head exploded looked like a brilliant firework... and so on.

It is not impossible.

A few minutes later, Audrey subtly indicated that this was the first sealed artifact she had created and that she wanted to experience it herself for a while first.

Klein had no objection to this.

At her side, Padma yawned listlessly.

Last night, she also entered the simulated universe and met Snake Sister Mebius.

Möbius told her that he and Vervière planned to study her extraordinary characteristics further and asked her to wait a little longer.

Although she had already guessed it, knowing that the guy had fallen into the hands of two "mad scientists" still made Padmon feel sorry for him.

Hopefully, at least the extraordinary features will be complete by then.

"Oh, by the way, Paddy," Klein put down his phone, "there's a charity gala in a couple of days, are you interested in attending?"

Padma thought for a moment: "That was organized by you, Brother Ke, right?"

“Sort of, but not entirely.” Klein nodded first, then shook his head. “I only provided the money; the rest was handled by the church.”

"Then we definitely have to support Brother Ke." Padmo wagged its tail. "I guarantee that Brother Ke's party will go smoothly and everyone will be lucky."

“Then thank you, great Dream Saint.” Klein smiled and said in a affected tone, “Oh, praise to Pado.”

"Ha! That tone is disgusting."

Padma gave Klein a disdainful hiss.

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On Saturday evening, Klein, dressed in a formal suit with a cat on his lap, arrived at St. Klein's Church by carriage with his personal valet Richardson to attend a charity gala held by the church.

The carriage stopped, and Klein picked up Padmon, placed him on his shoulder, stepped off the carriage, and entered the church.

After passing through the main entrance, he was led by the pastor to a large hall on the side.

Colorful ribbons hung from the ceiling, and various paintings were hung around the hall, abstract but not solemn.

From clowns to knights, from actors to drunkards, all sorts of paintings that are completely out of place in a church are displayed in every corner of the church.

There is a shrine here, inside which is the emblem of the "Lord of Fools". Several small crystal chandeliers hang from above, and in front of them are slender candles and inverted metal domes filled with wax.

By this time, they had all been lit, illuminating the hall brightly and giving it a sacred feel.

Klein couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

While I was away for several months, St. Clyne Church became more and more luxurious.

It doesn't look like a church; it's more like a circus.

Klein glanced around and saw rows of neatly arranged chairs and distinguished guests.

Besides these, Klein also saw glittering necklaces, exquisite earrings, and all sorts of precious ornaments. Compared to the balls and banquets hosted by Congressman Macht and himself, the guests here were clearly more impressive.

There are quite a lot of people...

Klein muttered to himself.

This was just a party hosted by a small-time millionaire like him, and it was unexpected and somewhat unreasonable that it attracted so many people.

Standing on the frontmost stage was Serres, a mask hanging on the side of his face. He smiled broadly as he looked at the nobles below, his eyes filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Klein was speechless.

I'm the one who put up the money; you're the one who's creating this market.

Stepping into the hall, Klein greeted the bishop and councilor Macht, among others, whom he knew, and chatted casually.

Serres on the stage watched this scene unfold, and as more and more people entered, his smile deepened.

This is “destined pleasure”.

A joyful destiny permeates everyone's life, and blessings will shine upon people in every street and alley.

The aristocratic Melbourne might one day suddenly realize that "a better reputation will be more helpful to their development." At that point, the emergence of a foundation that doesn't cost much but can certainly create a reputation will naturally attract their attention.

Many more such incidents will occur, many of them the same, many of them similar.

These are all small things, little things that bring joy to both sides of the scale. They are hidden in the subtle details of daily life, so subtle that they go unnoticed and need not be noticed.

Serres shook his head, feeling even better.

Just then, a sound came from the doorway. Many guests turned their gazes toward it, and all smiled as they went to greet it.

Klein looked in that direction, his gaze first brightening, then freezing.

At the entrance of the hall, the most eye-catching figure was a girl with shiny blonde hair that flowed smoothly down her back. Her eyes were emerald green, as beautiful as jewels, or like the surface of a sea with swirling eddies, making it almost impossible for onlookers to look away.

With her outstanding temperament and seemingly flawless features, she made it difficult for the men and women present to notice what style of dress she wore or who designed her jewelry. However, Klein did notice her collarbone necklace, where a perfectly round pearl was set in the hollow where her two collarbones met, softening the lines of her neck and highlighting a feeling that was both pure and alluring.

What drew Klein's attention most were the black tulle gloves on Audrey's hands, so beautiful and elegant.

This is the "abstract beauty" that Audrey showed him.

He had met this patron before.

It's Audrey.

This was the first time Klein had seen Audrey without cognitive distortion, and to be honest, it was quite novel.

Wow! So dazzling! It's radiating wealth!
Padmon let out a soft meow that no one but Klein could understand.

"She's so beautiful, it's like she's on a completely different level from everyone else."

Klein nodded in agreement.

Amidst his flurry of thoughts, Klein frowned slightly, feeling as if someone was watching him. He quickly followed his spiritual intuition and glanced at the doorway.

In the shadows outside the door, a large golden retriever was squatting silently.

When the golden retriever's serene gaze peeked out from the shadows, Klein's forehead twitched almost imperceptibly, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was slightly startled.

His gaze naturally shifted to Miss Justice and her group.

After thinking for a moment, Klein gently took Padmon off and placed her on the ground.

“Go ahead, go find her and play.” Klein nudged him.

Padmon looked up at Klein, her face full of doubt.

Should we let the cat go play with the dog?

Did you know that she is an "armed archaeologist"?
Are you really not afraid of what "big dog, big dog chewing chewing" means?

Klein gave a thumbs up.

Go forth, Hakimi, launch the fearless charge!

Padma continued to question.

If you don't want to raise it anymore, you can just say so.

Klein smiled and straightened up again.

As he walked toward the Macht family, he casually asked, "The gentlemen who just came in seemed to be of high status?"

Maher glanced at Dawn Dantes and chuckled:

"The Earl of East Chester, you can just call him Earl Hall, you should have heard of him."

Then, he introduced them one by one.

“That’s his wife, Lady Caitlin, and that’s his eldest son, Lord Hilbert, whom you’ve already met…”

Congressman Macht glanced into Klein's eyes and continued, "That's his daughter, Miss Audrey Hall, who has been hailed as Backlund's most dazzling jewel in social circles for the past two years. That's quite accurate, and she's certainly popular enough, isn't she?"

Why is he looking at me like that? Klein was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on.

Ah, yes.

It must have been Arodes who spread the rumor!

This was probably spread by the butler, Walter. Because a flawed man is certainly more easily accepted than a perfect man.

Klein smiled.

"Of course, I had heard all sorts of rumors about Miss Audrey before, but today I found that they weren't so exaggerated."

"It's a pity that I'm not a prince, nor am I the heir to the titles of duke, marquess, earl, or viscount; otherwise, I could also be her suitor."

"He was subtly indicating that he was aware of his own identity and status."

At the same time, he was also secretly complaining to himself.

Hmph, you didn't expect that, did you? She was already Mr. Fool's "prey".

(End of this chapter)