Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 432 Hi, I see you!
As the tarot reading session ended and the deep red light faded, the members' spirits returned to where their bodies belonged.

Alicia opened her eyes in bed and subconsciously turned her head to look at a dressing mirror placed on the bedside table. She saw a line of bright red words on it, which seemed to be made of blood.

"I need your help with something."

The signature is Sharon.

"Oh dear." Alicia covered her face with her hands. "They have to write letters even though they're so close? Little Sharon is so cute."

She sat up in bed, combed her hair in front of the mirror, straightened her clothes, wiped the "bloodstains" off the mirror, and went downstairs.

A minute later, she arrived at the door of the billiards room, lightly raised her hand, and knocked on the door.

creak.

The door opened by itself.

Alicia slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.

Inside the room, Maric, with slightly disheveled hair, was wearing a white shirt, black vest, and black trousers, holding a long cue stick and bending over to play billiards.

At the same time, Sharon, wearing a small black soft hat and a matching court dress, appeared on the other side of the pool table, sitting quietly on a high stool.

"Hi!" Alicia waved her right hand and greeted the two people in front of her with a smile.

Maric put down his cue, his face still pale, and nodded with a hint of malice in his eyes, but the malice hidden in his brown eyes had faded to the point of being imperceptible.

It seems that even as a living corpse, he can calm himself down better when facing Alicia, without worrying that the potion's madness will break down his mental defenses.

It's clear that the mere existence of a "pure and beautiful" destiny traveler is enough to prevent him from being on the verge of collapse every full moon, and even to the point that he has to frequently change to new types of tranquilizers.

Sharon stood up as if floating, adjusted her skirt, bowed slightly, and responded politely. Very elegant, very cute.

"So, what does my dear Sharon want to do by summoning the omnipotent Alicia? The omnipotent goddess Alicia can grant you three wishes, and the number of wishes refreshes daily."

Although Sharon appeared to keep a distance from Alicia and seemed aloof, when Alicia walked over and hugged Sharon tightly like a doll, Sharon did not resist.

Marich turned a blind eye, having long been accustomed to Alicia's behavior.

Sharon's doll-like face remained expressionless as she looked at Maric, who was then responsible for explaining:
"The day after tomorrow, a ship from the Southern Continent will arrive in Pulitzer Port. It has close ties with the Rune military."

Maric said in a low, hoarse voice:
"This ship is loaded with a lot of treasures and artifacts plundered from the Star Plateau, the Pass River Valley, and the Hagati Grassland. Among them is a mummy, the nineteenth king of the ancient Highland Kingdom, Tutankhamun II. And this is the mummy we need."

"Is it for making extraordinary potions? Let me think... Mummy powder? Yes, yes, little Sharon is that age now." Alicia listened as she braided Sharon's hair. Sharon closed her eyes slightly, her head relaxed and leaning back, swaying gently with Alicia's movements.

“That’s not the case.” Marich denied Alicia’s guess. “For other Extraordinary Beings, this is a spiritually potent material, an excellent candidate for creating living corpses. Of course… it can also be used to make mummy powder. But for us, it has an additional, very important meaning.”

Alicia thoughtfully rubbed Sharon's face, not noticing any significant changes compared to before. The only minor change was that Sharon had gained a little weight due to Alicia's long-term, persistent feeding.

It still resembles a puppet more than a living person, yet there are no further signs of something sinister or eerie.

She just sat there quietly, listening.

“I see.” Alicia understood. “So you need my help. But if it’s not something particularly important, the guards shouldn’t be too strict, right?” This time, it was Sharon, sitting in Alicia’s lap, who gave the explanation. She said as succinctly as ever, “We’re worried it might be a trap set by the Rose School.”

“The Rose School’s pursuers haven’t shown their faces for a long time since you scared them away. This might be a good opportunity,” Maric added.

"Okay, that's fine," Alicia agreed.

"As for the price, if there are no traps or ambushes, we can offer 1000 pounds. If there are, depending on the danger, our offer will range from 5000 to 10000 pounds. Is that acceptable to you?" Marich asked.

“No need.” Alicia had no intention of taking any money. “Little Sharon, just come shopping with me and buy some clothes.”

Alicia is far from short of money. She is a relatively well-known novelist. Over 5 years of culture in the pre- and current civilizations of the Honkai world has produced numerous literary works. She could simply take some, make a few minor alterations, and debut as a plagiarist.

This is something that a certain Mr. Fool couldn't do, because Roselle has basically copied everything that could be copied. Even if Klein did know some particularly good story, a quick search would reveal that Roselle probably already wrote it hundreds of years ago.

This is truly plagiarism across time and space.

Furthermore, since there is no Roselle in the Honkai world, Alicia doesn't need to worry about the possibility of some emperor copying or plagiarizing the book content she has come up with.

With the addition of some technology from the previous civilization, even though Alicia didn't understand it very well, she still had no problem making some simple inventions.

After Backlund Technical University was upgraded to Backlund University of Technology, many of the works in its collection room came from Alicia.

With royalties and various patent fees, Alicia earns several hundred pounds a month, making her quite wealthy.

Hmm...maybe she's an old rich woman.

Upon hearing Alicia's offer, Sharon hesitated for a few seconds.

“Okay,” Sharon said, her expression unchanged.

Although she was a bit tired, based on her experience over this period of time, she judged that Alicia would only make some verbal sparring and at most touch her lightly.

Moreover, whenever Sharon takes the initiative even slightly, it's Alicia who breaks down.

The assessment is that it has high attack but low defense; it's just empty talk.

“But why don’t you ask Mr. Amon for help? He should be able to help you easily, right?” Alicia ruffled Sharon’s long golden hair.

Sharon thought for a moment, then replied simply, "I wouldn't dare."

Not far from outside the billiards room, Amon's bartender clone calmly wiped the glass in his hand, humming a Soviet tune he had heard from someone.

Meanwhile, Amon, who had embarked on a path of pleasure, broken away from the Amon group, and thus claimed to be the original, appeared in Pinsk Street, near a sewer.

He stretched out one hand, grasping at something in the air.

A few seconds later, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of a house. His gaze seemed to easily penetrate the house's barrier and he saw a mouse.

Amon pushed up his monocle and said with a smile:
"Hi, I see you."

(End of this chapter)