Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 442 Old Sambo tastes really good!
The pollution of the Chaos Sea is a clear example of an unfair contract; the higher the rank, the more susceptible it is to pollution.

However, although Colin Iliad and Serres are a half-commander and a full-fledged commander respectively, their ranks are Sequence 3 and Sequence 10 respectively.

The main selling point is that the product doesn't match the description.

The door to the Giant King's residence was pushed open. Colin glanced at Serres and saw that he was still staring at his shadow, seemingly having inexplicably started a contest of "whoever blinks first loses." So he didn't disturb him and stepped into the room.

The next moment, he was suddenly swallowed by darkness. After the figure completely disappeared, what he saw instantly changed.

The darkness that had once been inside the door was gone, and the gray stone bricks, the surrounding walls, and the huge pillars were clearly visible, covered by a layer of shadow that was neither too thick nor too thin.

There was no sun, no moon, and no stars outside the window. Yet a faint light streamed in, making the entire palace appear gloomy, dim, and desolate.

Deep within the palace stood a faint shadow, like a curtain.

As Colin approached, the faint shadow at the deepest part of the palace dissipated, revealing the giant's steps and the iron-black throne at the top.

On the throne sat a man with shoulder-length, slightly wavy black hair. His eyes were covered by shadows, making his features extremely blurry and difficult to see. Layers of ethereal black wings cascaded down his back, covering most of his body. His robe was deep black with silver threads wrapped around it, engraved with intricate patterns, and adorned with ornate accessories.

At this moment, the man rested his left elbow on the armrest and his palm on his cheek, seemingly asleep.

Colin silently stared at the man before him, feeling the pollution that inexplicably arose in the space, the kind of pollution that "the higher one's rank, the more easily one is affected by."

He stood there, observing whether the other person would wake up.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

A heavy sword slowly materialized in his hand.

You're not waking up? Then I'm going to launch a sneak attack.

Outside the door, the two Celes paid no attention to Colin. Their eyes met, but neither blinked as they continued their contest.

"Whoever blinks first is the puppy," Serres emphasized the rules of the game.

"Oh no, what am I going to do now that I'm already Lord Hanabi's dog?" Shadow replied with a troubled tone.

"Hey, couldn't you say that behind someone's back?" Serres retorted. "What will happen to my reputation if you're gone?"

"Then why should I be the one who doesn't get it, and not you?" the shadow retorted.

“Nonsense, because I am the original body,” Serres replied.

"Then how can you prove that you are the original?" the shadow asked back, pointing to the onlookers below the steps. "The eyes of the masses are discerning. Why don't we let them judge which of us is the original?"

Xing, not one to shy away from stirring things up, pointed at the shadow and shouted, "Those black wings are really cool, so I think that's the real body."

Everyone else remained silent.

“Ha, the minority obeys the majority.” The shadow pointed at Serres.

Serres said dejectedly, "Fine, then I'll be the shadow."

As he spoke, his body suddenly turned black, collapsed to the ground, and turned into a puddle of black mud, which slowly gathered at the feet of the shadow, becoming a "shadow".

Shadow then turned to face the audience and delivered his acceptance speech. "First of all, I want to thank CCTV for allowing me to stand here..."

Xing rushed up the steps, took out a baseball bat and used it as a microphone to interview Shadow Serres.

"Mr. Serres, how do you conjure up that black wing skill? It's so cool! Can I learn it?"

"Yes, it's possible, but the requirements might be a bit high." Shadow Seres nodded, feigning profundity.

“It’s absolutely not related!” Xing patted his chest and assured him, “I’m a top talent with an intelligence of nine, I was born to learn magic and prayer.”

"Wow! It's been a long time since I've seen such a clever little pig like you." Shadow Serres praised, "Alright, then I'll transform your black mist wings now. First..."

Suddenly, a pair of hands emerged from the black mud and grabbed the ankles of the shadow Seres.

“Wait a minute, I have a veto right.” Serres’s voice came from the clump of black mud, and then he suddenly pulled down, dragging the shadow Serres into the mud as well. “Get down here.”

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm going to veto your veto!" The voice of the shadowy Serres struggling could still be heard from the black mud.

Xing lay sprawled beside the black mud like a defeated dog, pounding the floor with all her might.

"No way! At least teach me the skills first! I was here first..."

"Hehehe, go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out. Hurry up and turn into Lady Hanabi!" A vile voice came from the black mud.

Xing pounded the ground with all her might: "Please, be gentle... at least... at least leave him some breath so he can teach me skills!"

"Yes...that's right...that's it...almost out...damn it! Why did you suddenly turn into Old Sambo when I was about to come out! Oh well, I can't worry about that now, Old Sambo it is, this is it!" Strange noises were still coming from the black mud.

Xing suddenly fell silent. She bent down and pressed her ear against the black mud.

Yes, she loves this.

"Ah! How come I've never experienced this before? Old Sambo tastes really good, like a bottle of 82 aged manure. So good, I love it, I want more next time."

Old Sambo lived his whole life as a true villain, never considering that he would be hated, retaliated against, or betrayed...

But he truly never imagined that he would be the subject of such slanderous rumors by you two incredible beings...

"This is quite a new experience. If Old Sangbo knew this from beyond the grave, he would probably be pleased." Xing pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped away her "moved" tears.

[Does he know what's going on in the afterlife? Uh, so did you kill old Sambo?]

"No...right?" Xing thought for a long time before hesitatingly answering, "Probably not."

No, what are you hesitating about?

"I don't know! I'm from out of town! I just got here!" Xing jumped away abruptly.

"So you've traced it back to me so quickly? So how did you know... I mean, I didn't know his name was Sambo... Wait, I see! You're trying to trick me! I'm going to Teyvat to find my lawyer!"

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(End of this chapter)