Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 427 A whole diary
"Wow." Rosell turned over all the tarot cards with some surprise. "Could it be that all of them are the Empress?"

Trial, tanks, power...

Without a doubt, this is indeed a normal tarot deck, only missing some members who were already present at the tarot club.

"Hmm, that shouldn't be the case." Rosell stroked his chin, somewhat surprised. "Is the card drawing accuracy reliable with you?"

The Empress card in its upright position symbolizes gentleness and obedience, nobility and beauty, enjoying life, abundance, childbirth, tenderness and affection, maintaining love, feminine charm, maternal love, creativity, wealth, and happiness.

Apart from the last three points, none of them seem to match up with Rossel.

Klein also looked at the tarot card, recalling what Serres had written in his diary, "Rossel tastes really good," and remained silent.

There are some things he really doesn't know whether he should say or not.

Hmm... Surely not? Serres wouldn't actually go and put it into practice, would he?
"Forget it, the Empress it is, it's not a big deal." Rosell pushed the tarot cards aside. "By the way, Zhou, Serres is planning to host a gathering of remnants of the old order. Are you interested?"

“A party?” Klein repeated the word. “Sure, I’m fine with that. Where? When?”

Meanwhile, Klein was also inwardly grumbling. Wait, Serres, are you a remnant of the old order? You're just hosting a gathering of remnants of the old order?

"It's like this," Rosell continued, "Serres and I are planning to hold a gathering of the remnants of the past in a while, and it's said that almost all the remnants of the past will attend." Seeing that Klein agreed, Rosell continued.

"As for the location, it will be within my newly established divine kingdom. Since the divine kingdom has just taken shape, it would be nice to have a few more people come and make it more lively."

“That’s not a problem; I have plenty of free time. However, is your divine realm in the Astral Plane? I might not be able to travel directly there. You know, I’m not even a demigod yet.”

"I'll have Serres guide you then. Although the Astral Plane is a world of concepts, with protection, it shouldn't be a big problem for you to come up directly."

"Even if it gets crushed, we can just transform it into a two-dimensional world," Rosell said with a chuckle. "Then it will become the ceiling of the Earth."

…………

Monday afternoon, 3:00 PM.

Crimson beams of light shot up within the magnificent palace, freezing into blurry human figures.

Justice Audrey quickly glanced around, and just as she was about to greet them as usual, her gaze suddenly froze for a moment. Finally, as if nothing had happened, she looked at the head of the bronze table, smiled, and bowed:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

After the customary greetings, Audrey fell into a brief silence.

She had just noticed that there was a new member to Mr. Star's left. Unlike the other members who were shrouded in gray mist, even though the gray mist obscured his consciousness, it couldn't prevent Audrey from seeing his facial features and aura.

He was sitting there, doing nothing, but one could clearly feel his aura, which was both majestic and chaotic.

His mere existence caused a slight distortion in the gray mist around him, presenting a sense of chaotic order.

Whether it was that signature mustache, her slightly curly hair, or even her face, everything about her was very familiar to Audrey.

She had seen this person in the simulated universe, and more than once.

Russell Gustav.

The members around Roselle's joining the Tarot Club, except for Cattleya, Padmiao, Alicia, Otto, Derrick, and Serres, all showed considerable shock.

After all, they all knew something about Roselle's resurrection; everyone except Derrick the Sun had heard the sound of Roselle's return. But they hadn't expected Roselle to join their Tarot Club.

Alger initially appeared surprised, but then became excited.

This entrance, so different from everyone else's, clearly proves one thing: the strength of this new member, who is suspected to be Roselle, is beyond doubt.

Even within Mr. Fool's divine realm, His true nature could not be concealed.

An angel, or at least one angel. Or more likely, a true god.

Our Tarot Club already has at least six great figures, and conquering the world is just around the corner.

For Mr. Fool's grand purpose of conquering the world, I, Alger, have no choice but to take the initiative.

At this moment, Klein the Fool, who was seated at the head of the bronze table, made a casual gesture.

"Let me introduce you. This is the newest member of the Tarot Club, Ms. Queen."

"As you can see, this is a true Black Emperor."

After making a brief comment, Klein looked at Cattleya, who clearly had something to say.

That shouldn't be the case. Rosell has already been resurrected. Does the Mysterious Queen still have questions she needs to ask through this Fool?
As expected, when Cattleya saw Mr. Fool looking at her, she immediately materialized a thick diary with Klein's help.

Wow, so many?

Klein was momentarily stunned. If it weren't for the gray fog blocking his way, Miss Justice would definitely have noticed the slight blankness on his face.

Conversely, this makes the world of mannequins more rigid and lacking in a sense of life.

The Fool Klein raised his right hand, and the thick book instantly appeared in his grasp. Klein briefly flipped through it and discovered that it seemed to be almost entirely Roselle's diary from beginning to end.

This made Klein a little hesitant to look.

The mysterious queen produced so many diaries at once that Klein couldn't even imagine what kind of demands she would make.

He suddenly remembered reading in a diary entry that Russell had recorded Zarathustra's prophecy that Bernadette would become his enemy.

hiss……

He probably gasped for breath with only a slight movement.

Could this mysterious queen be asking him to help get rid of Roselle? He's no match for her.

But Klein glanced through it briefly, then set the diary aside and looked back at the hermit lady, saying seemingly casually and indifferently:
"You can now ask questions or ask for payment."

Cattleya was silent for a few seconds, as if she was preparing herself, or perhaps she was unsure whether she should ask the question.

She glanced at Emperor Roselle, then looked back at Mr. Fool, slightly opened her mouth, and asked:

“Great Fool, my question is, did Emperor Roselle write anything shameful in his diary?”

(End of this chapter)