Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 426 Rosell Joins the Tarot Club
If you're not a buddy, who set it up like this for you?
Are you still the muscular guy I remember?

I called you Steam Girl a few times, and you really think you're a virtual idol?
You're getting a little carried away, buddy.

Watching Stiano making various actions and cute sounds on his phone, Rosell slowly raised his head and looked at Serres not far away.

"Did you teach it?"

Serres gave a thumbs up: "How about that? Great, right?"

Rosell glanced at Serres' thumb, then looked down at Stiano, who was making a heart shape with his hands for him.

After a few seconds of silence, he also gave a thumbs up.

"It's really good."

“Right, right?” Serres teleported behind Rosell and put his arm around her shoulder. “Let me tell you, I’m planning to give the God of Steam and Machines a proper makeover. Technology can’t just develop on the surface. I plan to strengthen Him into the God of Technology, starting with attacking the data field.”

"And this all started with the [virtual idol project] that I tailored specifically for Steiano."

"Strive to debut, Steiano, in order to strengthen the church."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the woods.

Rosell and Serres both turned to look at the primeval forest behind them.

It's Bernadette.

Bernadette ran out of the woods with her eyes slightly wide open, looking at Serres and Rosell with their arms around each other, while listening to the coquettish voice coming from the phone.

Bernadette felt that her values ​​had been somewhat shaken.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

Just then, a perfectly timed line popped up in the video: "I love you the most, Brother Rosell~".

Bernadette's eyes widened even more.

Is this... this terrifying pollution of directly facing the true God?

Bernadette felt like she was about to explode.

Russell suddenly squeezed the phone in his hand so hard he was about to crush it.

But Serres was faster, snatching the phone back before He could act.

Having barely resolved his worries, Rosell finally moved his head and looked stiffly at Bernadette, who was a few dozen meters away.

Serres spoke first.

Hi, do you remember me?

Bernadette then turned her attention to Serres, and in less than half a second she remembered who Serres was.

"You are... that gentleman who sold dolls back then?"

Serres smiled and took out a "Sleeping Banana Monkey" doll.

“See, what did I tell you? This little monkey is modeled after Russell.” He added, “The raw material is also Russell.”

Bernadette was momentarily speechless.

She never expected that the seemingly carefree stranger she met could actually be arm in arm with her newly resurrected, god-like father.

At this moment, having escaped the awkward situation, Roselle felt his throat was a little dry. He looked at Bernadette, interrupting their conversation, and chuckled in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Long time no see, Beibei."

"You've truly become a big shot in the mysterious world, able to come here all by yourself..."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward without making a sound, blocking Serres's view of Bernadette.

"What do you mean by 'not Old Deng'?" Serres looked at Rosell, who had pushed him to the back. "Do you really think everyone's like you?"
Bernadette's eyes were moist, but she looked at Russell with some wariness.

She suspected that Russell might have been contaminated.

Otherwise, how could anyone laugh so lewdly at a little glowing cube?

Rosell overcame the awkwardness of their long-awaited reunion and opened his arms to Bernadette: "Come here, let me see what my little princess looks like now." Bernadette's eyes suddenly reddened, and she took a step forward.

At this moment, Rosell suddenly frowned slightly and asked in a different tone:
"Why are you dressed like this? Who taught you to?"

Bernadette stopped abruptly.

She clearly picked the best-looking clothes.

Dad really did turn into a curly-haired baboon, didn't he?
"Alright, alright, my dearest little princess." Rosell smiled, her face softening instantly.

He distorted space, took only one step, and arrived in front of Bernadette, gently embracing her.

Bernadette felt a moment of disorientation, as if she had returned to her youth.

Back then, whenever she dressed up for other nobles' balls, Roselle would ask a barrage of questions with a similar expression and tone. And when she was angry, he would hug her with a slightly ingratiating air.

“I’m saying, you guys make me feel superfluous.” Serres raised his hand inappropriately.

"Huh? Why are you still here?" Rosell turned to look at Serres.

"Huh? You talk to your savior like that?" Serres was displeased.

“Come on, Bebe. Let’s go home and talk.” Rosell took Bernadette’s hand, and a distorted scene unfolded around them as he led Bernadette away.

Serres waved his hand, showing no intention of following.

Why would he follow the father and daughter who had finally reunited?

"Haha." Serres laughed.

…………

It's Monday afternoon.

Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the middle-aged man with a small mustache, who was shrouded in the gray fog in front of him.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to play this childish game too?" Klein said, somewhat embarrassed.

Just minutes before, Klein was preparing for today's tarot session. Suddenly, he heard someone praying, so he climbed up into the gray fog to investigate.

But when I looked closer, I saw Russell.

In theory, it would be very difficult for Klein to see the face of the person praying through the gray fog.

But Russell was like a bright light bulb in the dark, not only very clear but also dazzling.

Adam knew that Rosell was not dead, and that Rosell would resurrect Adam.

But he didn't expect that Rosell would come looking for him on the third day after his resurrection.

Your Majesty, do you not have any friends you wish to visit in this era?
Although he secretly grumbled, he still tried to pull Rosell into the gray fog.

However, it was completely impossible to pull it up; Russell had to actively transform into the form of a "data body" to barely pull up some information.

"I'm just curious, aren't I?" Rosell replied with a smile. "Besides, this is the Source Castle. We were roommates, and we were hung here together like dried meat."

"But will this meeting really help you?" Klein asked uncertainly.

“I don’t care, I’m going to join the Tarot Club. I can’t miss something this fun.” Rosell stroked his beard. “Besides, you guys have several angel-level members, which is a pretty high-end secret organization. If you include me, it’s no less than the Twilight Hermits’ Club.”

He figured he might as well add it; it wouldn't be a big problem. Klein ultimately agreed to Rosell's request.

"Quick, quick, draw my identity card!" Rosell, who had just been fully revived, seemed quite energetic.

“Just so you know, we don’t have any Emperor cards left.” Klein conjured a tarot deck on the table.

“It’s okay.” Rosell picked up the tarot cards, shuffled them, then drew one and held it up to his eyes. “The code name doesn’t matter. I just want the thrill of drawing cards. You know gacha games, right?”

Then, He drew a tarot card, placed it on the table, and slowly turned it over.

An upright "Empress" card.

(End of this chapter)