Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 431 The War Where No One Dies (Part 2)

With the transaction concluded, the free exchange began, and Derrick was the first to speak.

"Last week, the Chief explored the tomb of the former Chief and recovered the extraordinary traits of the Corpse Collector Sequence 3 Ferryman and the extraordinary traits of the Warrior Sequence 9 to Sequence 4."

In Silver City, no one felt that such behavior was wrong or disrespectful to the dead, because to them, waste was a crime.

Alger opened his mouth slightly, then immediately closed it again.

He originally wanted to remind Little Sun that this was an internal matter of Silver City and there was no need to tell them.

But since no one else has said anything, he won't say anything either.

Derrick continued speaking.

"The chief said that we plan to start exploring the Giants' Court this Tuesday. Other members of the Tarot Club are welcome to come if they wish."

As he said this, Derrick's gaze remained fixed on the demon Serres.

Clearly, his words were mainly directed at Serres, who was one of the few people who actually had the ability to go and see for himself.

Serres nodded: "Okay, I'll go check it out."

Derrick glanced around the bronze table again and looked at the others.

"That's interesting. Maybe I'll go check it out."

It was Roselle who spoke; he was indeed somewhat interested in the humans of the Forsaken Land.

Seeing this, Klein had “World” Gehrman Sparrow speak in a low, hoarse voice: “The path to the God of War is related to the God of Death and the Night. According to your local custom, it should be the Giant, the Demon Wolf, and the Phoenix.”

"If it involves the realm of the Grim Reaper, that is, the Phoenix, you can consult me."

"And I can ask Mr. Azik..." he silently added to himself.

“Okay, thank you, Mr. World,” Sun Derrick said gratefully.

“There’s no need for that.” Serres picked at his ear. “The chief of Silver City has been watched by the Amber King, so he’s at least equivalent to a Sequence One, and possibly half an Angel King. The remnant soul of Sasriel guarding the gate can just wait to be hammered.”

"Who is Sasliel?" Derrick asked, indicating he didn't know.

“The Dark Angel Sasriel is one of the angel kings under the ancient sun god, but he is now half-crippled and may not even have the combat power of a second-order rank. He can't beat your chief.”

"It's more like if your Silver City drove a Gundam and a Titan, you might be able to force your way through."

The chief of Silver City is actually equivalent to half an Angel King? The members of the Tarot Club were quite shocked, even more so than when Mr. World pulled out more than a dozen extraordinary items in one meeting.

"So, is the chief of Silver City a guardian envoy?" Fowles asked cautiously.

“This… the chief didn’t say that,” Derrick replied blankly.

“I have seen them, and it’s not like that yet,” Serres replied. “I suspect the Amber King wants to see if their chief will still insist on protecting them after they leave the Forsaken Land.”

"So, Silver City is not far from producing a true Guardian Envoy?" Fowles asked with great interest. "If he truly becomes a Guardian Envoy, how powerful will he be? Could he easily destroy a country?"

“It’s hard to say,” Serres shook his head. “The combat strength of Commanders can vary greatly. Sometimes, the gap between Commanders can be greater than the gap between a Commander and an ordinary person. Moreover, the Protection Path itself is not a highly destructive one, so you can’t judge it solely by the number of craters.”

"However, Amber King is a very generous Star God. At least, he can easily destroy the planet we are standing on."

Derrick had no clear concept of planets; he had never even seen the ocean.

But seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the people around him, he could probably guess what was going on.

He even considered reminding the Chief after returning that even after leaving the Forsaken Land, he should still firmly uphold the principle of preservation. However, upon further reflection, he felt that the Chief's belief in preservation seemed to be much stronger than his own.

"Adorable humans, through their own efforts, broke through the seal left by the gods. Hmm, quite a romantic story."

Alicia first expressed her keen interest in the matter in a cheerful tone, but then her lips instantly fell into a slump.

"But I don't know how to get to the land of the forsaken gods."

“Starting from Fusak, cross the Sunia Sea and head east to a site of divine war ruins. Go through it, and you'll see towering mountains, massive city walls built upon them, and palaces, towers, and various other buildings that are forever bathed in the light of twilight,” Otto answered Alicia’s question. “We have some Fusak people on our ship, and I heard them talk about it during our conversations.”

"Aren't you the colonial resistance? How come there are Fursac people among you?" Xing frowned, realizing that things were not so simple, and said with some surprise, "I see, you want to join forces with Fursac to form a pincer movement."

"That's hard to say; it's still under discussion," Otto replied.

"Huh? You guys are actually planning to team up with Fussack?" Xing seemed even more surprised than before.

"Hmm? I thought you guessed it."

“No, it just happens that this is an option.” Xing pointed to the empty long table in front of her.

Seeing everyone turn their attention to the empty table in front of her, Xing emphasized, "This is an option that only intelligent people can see."

Today's star is "Emperor's Star One," a powerful and fierce one!

This is the majesty of the King of Trash Cans, the symbol of a king.

“If you really want to see it, you can come find me. I’ll be there anyway, so I can take you with me. Just contact me on your phone, text me or call me,” Serres said to Alicia.

“You know, although I may not be free all the time,” Serres said, opening his arms in a hugging gesture, “I will always have time for you.”

What are you so busy with at the market?

Shut up.

Although it seemed to be true, Klein still felt a chill run down his spine from Serres' tone.

But Alicia didn't, because that was her usual tone.

She hugged herself in a pretentious manner, her tone seemingly quite moved.

"It's really unfair to flirt with a girl like that."

Finally, she let go of her hands and looked at the stars.

"Speaking of which, Miss Emperor, you seem to have never shared your own experiences at the Tarot gatherings," Alicia asked, seemingly quite curious.

Apart from that one group meeting in "The Travels of Groselle", Alicia has not been able to find Star in Rune since her last encounter with him.

This little gray-haired creature was quite to her liking, so Alicia decided to shrink the circle and launch a precise attack.

Hehehe, no beautiful girl who has been targeted by her pink piglet has ever managed to escape. What follows is a super pedophilia operation between the over 50,000-year-old pink piglet and the 2.5-year-old galactic succubus.

Audrey and Klein, on the other hand, had more ideas.

In Adam's prophecy, the return of Emperor Roselle prompted Intis to no longer stand idly by and decide to seize the opportunity to launch an attack, thus beginning the great war that truly swept the world.

Given this, the Fussac Empire, which is itself engaged in war, certainly will not stand idly by.

So Audrey decided to bring this up at the tarot meeting as well, to remind the other members. She didn't know if it would help, but she felt she should do it.

Audrey raised her hand slightly, drawing the attention of the other members.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I met a priest a couple of days ago," Audrey cleared her throat and said. "He told me that war is about to break out in full force."

"Is the priest you're talking about someone who wears a clean white priest's robe, has blond hair, and eyes that look as simple as a mentally challenged person?" Russell asked.

“Um,” Audrey paused, selectively ignoring the last comment, “it seems to be similar to what you said.”

“Then that’s it, it’s the one I was thinking of.” Russell nodded. “By the way, you used the wrong pronoun. It shouldn’t be ‘he,’ it should be ‘He.’”

He? Another angel?
We just mentioned that Silver City has a powerful being who is at least an angel. Now, Miss Justice says that she has seen an angel in her daily life.
At this moment, Klein, controlling the dummy world, nodded and said, "I also encountered this person. Miss Justice, I think we probably saw Him at the same time."

“Really? I was…” Audrey thought for a moment, then realized she couldn’t quite recall anyone looking at the priest with her.

"Adam, the King of Angels, a dark old lizard. Hey, don't get the wrong idea about that title in real life," Roselle revealed Adam's identity.

The members of the Tarot Club nodded, and at the same time, Rosell casually twisted the name so that they wouldn't actively recall it unless they consciously thought about it.

Only a few people noticed his subtle actions, while the others focused more on Russell's address.

The old lizard… It seems the Emperor and this King of Angels don't get along very well. Audrey thought for a moment, then blinked.

Lizard... does this refer to the mythical creature form that appears in the audience's journey? A mind dragon?
So, in Roselle's eyes, is she now a little lizard? No, she's not even half-human, half-god yet, so she should be a simple human, not a lizard.

Fowles had considered this as well. And as a bestselling novelist, she thought even more and her thoughts were more easily scattered.

Because it is a mental dragon, it is a lizard. So, what will the Black Emperor's mythical creature form be?

The answer is the curly-haired baboon.

The system answered Fowles' question.

Fors paused, his thoughts wandering. In his memory, a self-portrait of Russell that he had seen at a Russell memorial exhibition slowly transformed into a curly-haired baboon.

Rosell glanced over as if sensing something, and Fowles immediately sat up straight, gathering his thoughts.

I wasn't thinking about anything!
Although the Black Emperor doesn't have the ability to read minds, at such close range, He can still sense what Roselle is thinking.

This is tantamount to distorting "thinking" into "informing," which, in the case of Russell, can essentially be considered a passive response.

"Don't scare the child. What if they have nightmares when they get home?" Serres waved his hand, acting as peacemaker.

On the surface, Fowles is well-behaved and obedient, but deep down he's secretly scheming.

I have a system, I'm the protagonist, I'm not afraid of you.

But she didn't mention Russell's name again, for fear of being sensed.

Russell smiled, shook his head, and looked away.

Audrey lowered her head, no longer daring to look at Russell. Just moments before, she had been thinking about something that might not have been respectful.

The thought that flashed through her mind just now was:
As Adam said, Intis's morale soared because of Rosell's return, but if Rosell didn't agree, what right did Intis have to start a war?
Klein, who was a little more familiar with Russell, had the same thought, so he asked the question that everyone else present was also concerned about.

"Your Majesty, can you stop Intis and prevent things from getting worse?"

Rosell first corrected the form of address: "Anyway, everyone knows my identity, so don't call me Empress, just call me the Emperor."

"And then there's the issue you're more concerned about."

“There’s no room for discussion on this.” Rosell shook his head. “You probably all know something about the apocalypse, more or less.”

Everyone nodded.

"Good to know. Compared to the apocalypse, we are still too weak. This war can bring us a brand new god. In the apocalypse, one more god means the protection of hundreds of millions of ordinary people."

"This war may indeed kill many, many people, but because of the true God, even more people will be protected."

Klein nodded and did not raise any further questions.

At that moment, Russell suddenly shrugged.

"At worst, I can just reduce the casualties. What you all hate is death, isn't it? Then why not have a war with zero casualties?"

"Trust your Emperor Roselle, the omnipotent Roselle can do anything," Roselle said with a touch of narcissism.

Then he pointed to the demon Serres not far away.

"Besides, isn't there him? And your Mr. Fool, they are all better than me."

He was referring to Klein, the Lord of Mysteries who had clashed with the Mother Goddess, but that's not important, because the Black Emperor is best at twisting concepts.

"Don't worry, we've got your back. Guess how many people will die?" Rosell asked with a smile.

"Not many people will die."

His assurances relieved everyone who was worried about the war, except for Klein.

Wait, what do you mean by asking me to cover for you?

I know you might be referring to the one in the simulated universe, but I am not Him!

There's nothing I can do right now, okay?
After exchanging ideas for a while, the Tarot session came to a close.

PS:

Some people might ask, why is this picture posted as a two-in-one?

Because I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder of always seeing odd-numbered chapters at the end, it's uncomfortable to look at and makes me feel uneasy.

(End of this chapter)