Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 445 The war begins
Above the gray fog, Klein propped his head up with one hand, watching Leonard being chased and attacked by books flying out of the bookshelf in the light of prayer.

He had guessed this might be the outcome during the previous tarot reading, but he didn't say so.

People always have to pay the price for their actions.

However, Klein hadn't expected that the mere ability to casually pull out a monocle would cause Old Pales to react so strongly; he had previously thought that at most he would just receive a verbal reprimand.

Klein smiled as he watched the scene emerge from the points of light.

But as he laughed, Klein's smile gradually faded, and his fingers unconsciously began to tap the bronze table.

The Emperor said he would gather the remnants of the past together for a banquet.

However, among the remnants of the past, there is a goddess of the night.

According to what he heard from Paddo Meow, the goddess seems to be plotting something in this impending war.

Although he didn't understand the personality of the Goddess of the Night, he was certain that someone who could become a god wouldn't be the type to pop champagne halfway through a meal.

At the very least, He cannot relax until His long-planned scheme is completed.

However, the banquet took place during this time.

The timeframe is unclear, but it shouldn't exceed six months.

This is contradictory...

Klein tapped his fingers on the long table, growing increasingly uneasy.

At that moment, a certain possibility suddenly occurred to him.

"When will the war begin?" Klein made a simple divination using the status of the Source Castle and the information he already knew.

The next moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, mimicking the feeling of falling, and left the Source Castle in a somewhat hurried manner.

On the table, Padma, who was playing on her phone, looked up and saw Klein suddenly plunge into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness. She then lowered her head again in understanding.

A few minutes later.

At Moretti's house.

A kind-faced man with gray hair, dressed in a clergyman's robe, rang the doorbell.

Ding dong.

Soon, the sound of footsteps could be heard inside the house.

A man nearing thirty, wearing a linen shirt and with very short hair, opened the door with a somewhat puzzled look in his eyes.

The man has black hair and brown eyes. He is only 25 years old, but because of his receding hairline and some gray hair, he looks older and almost 30.

This is Benson Moretti, the older brother of Klein and Melissa.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" Benson felt a little strange, wondering why this man who looked like a missionary had suddenly come to his door.

Upon seeing the man who opened the door, the missionary paused briefly before offering a gentle smile: "Are you Mr. Benson Moretti?"

“It’s me.” Benson nodded hesitantly.

"As you can see, I am a missionary," the gray-haired missionary said with a smile. "If possible, I would like you and your sister to come to the church of Joyful Church in the next couple of days. I would like to talk to you about our Lord and our guiding principles."

"Of course, if you wish, I can preach to you right here."

Benson paused for a moment, then turned to look inside the house.

Seeing this, Klein was also puzzled and followed Benson's gaze into the house.

He saw a man sitting on the brown leather sofa. The man was dressed in a black robe and wore a more classic top hat. His features were soft and elegant, exuding a divine charm. Judging from his attire, he resembled a wandering magician often seen in the streets and alleys, but much more handsome.

Upon seeing the man, the missionary made no move, but Benson inexplicably sensed that he seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. "I see. It seems my colleague has arrived." The missionary's tone carried a hint of apology. "Sorry to disturb you."

"I'm so sorry, it seems we didn't hand things over properly." The man dressed as a wandering magician, sitting on the sofa, first nodded to Melissa not far away, then smiled at the missionary. "I'll preach here, you go and check on the others."

“Very well, Mr. Hermes. I’ll go check on the others then.” The missionary apologized again and then closed the door for Benson.

After the door closed, the missionary breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, his figure vanishing instantly and returning to the anchor point next to 15 Minsk Street.

Although Rosell had assured everyone that no one would die.

But what if?
He had never experienced the power of a true god, and did not know whether the power of a true god could encompass the entire Ruen, Fusak Gaintis, or whether this power could be precisely bestowed upon each individual.

But now that his brother and sister's family already have an angel-level insurance policy, he can rest assured.

As expected of him from another timeline, he's so thoughtful.

He teleported back to the room with ease, and then his face and bones changed like clay, quickly returning his features to their correct positions, transforming him back into Klein Moretti.

"Huh? Why are you back so soon?" Padmo looked at Klein with some surprise.

"You noticed it too?" Klein asked with a smile.

"Sister Aili posted it in the group chat," Padoma replied. "Brother Ke, don't you ever look at your phone much?"

“Is that so?” Klein blinked. “Alright then.”

"I need to go downstairs and inform the housekeeper and the others, so they can be careful too. You should be careful as well," Klein instructed, opening the door.

"What? I'm standing right under the bomb, the explosion won't even hit me," Padmo muttered.

As soon as Klein arrived at the living room on the first floor, the butler Walter took the initiative to walk up to him.

“Sir, Bishop Cox just visited and asked me to tell you that you must go to St. Clyne Church this morning, as the church and the government will be holding a joint air defense exercise.”

really.

Klein nodded without changing his expression: "You guys go ahead, I'll be there shortly."

Walter lowered his head and paused for half a second: "Should you leave your personal servant behind? Or should I stay and keep you company?"

Hmm? This old man is quite clever.

Klein muttered something to himself, but outwardly he simply shook his head without changing his expression.

"No need, you can all go. I'll pay for the carriages too, we can hire a few more. It would be best if we could get there within half an hour. Hmm, you can remind them to bring all their valuables."

Ten minutes later, all the servants left 15 Minsk Street and went to the church.

Klein sat on the sofa and watched them leave.

He didn't plan to go to church; after all, he didn't need protection. And with him gone, there would be an extra seat available.

Padma, holding her phone, also sat down on the sofa.

Klein idly stroked Paddy's fur and tugged at her tail.

Time passed by, and soon another half hour had gone by.

Klein petted the cat while glancing at the clock on the wall, lost in thought.

Just then, he was suddenly struck by inspiration, turned around abruptly, and looked out the window.

In the sky, where the clouds were not thin, a dense array of dark brown airships were approaching.

These airships are painted with diagonal stripes of red, white, and yellow, which is the flag of Fussack!
The war has begun.

(End of this chapter)