Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 448 Crow
Breaking news! Breaking news! The Kingdom declares war on Fursak!

Klein, who had just left the church and was sitting in his carriage, heard the newsboys running quickly down the street shouting loudly.

Although he knew there was little chance of casualties, Klein still felt a pang of sadness when the war actually broke out in full force, and his mood became even more depressed.

He propped his head up with one hand, watching the crowds rushing by outside the window and the crows flying overhead. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes.

Two days have passed since the bombing ended, and Klein has been shuttling between the church, the hospital, and Minsk Street, getting a lot done.

Klein, who hadn't slept for two days, planned to take a nap in the carriage.

Not only was he busy, but members of various churches, nobles with names and titles, and merchants looking to gain fame were all busy.

He even saw Leonard at the hospital, because the Red Gloves squad, which had been sent to East Byron, had been transferred back to Backlund due to the war.

Recently, he has had to travel back and forth between various regions, and has also met with one old acquaintance after another, including Leonard.

He was so busy that he didn't even have time to go up to the Gray Fog. Although he didn't go up to the Gray Fog very often anyway.

[You cannot rest now; a masked fool is roaming around.]
A flash of fire appeared, and Serres appeared in the carriage, sitting opposite Klein, startling Klein's spirituality.

"Hmm?" Klein yawned involuntarily. "Why are you doing fire jumping too?"

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Serris immediately shouted, "Such a cool teleportation effect, what's wrong with me playing around with it?"

After saying that, Serres suddenly changed his tone: "You've run into a problem on your end."

"Huh?" Klein didn't quite understand what Serris was talking about.

"You read the newspapers from the past two days, right? The angels of salvation from the Church of Fools are saving the people in Backlund from their suffering." Serres pointed to a newspaper next to Klein.

“I did see it… I did. It was probably made by that Spirit Worm Puppet from back then,” Klein replied. “Or maybe it was you?”

“It has nothing to do with me,” Serres waved his hand. “But precisely because it was made by the Spirit Worm’s secret puppet, it has a lot to do with you.”

"Me?" Klein lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then a possibility came to mind, "Extraordinary property aggregation?"

Serres nodded and uttered a name: "Zarathustra."

“Zarathustra…” Klein repeated. He had seen this name in Roselle’s diary; it was the name of a Sequence One angel.

"So hurry up as much as possible. You won't be able to go toe-to-toe with angels until you become a demigod," Serres said. "Even if you could pull out your past self with an infinite mana bar from the gaps in history, it wouldn't work."

Upon hearing Serres's explanation, Klein couldn't help but furrow his brow: "So, I need to get promoted as soon as possible."

"The ascension ceremony of the Trickster requires me to orchestrate the death of a demigod. And the ascension ceremony of the Clown Without Me..."

At this point, Klein got stuck.

"What is the ascension ceremony for the Selfless Clown? You don't seem to have told me about it," Klein asked Serris.

But Serres denied Klein's claim: "No, I told you that."

"Forgetting may itself be part of the promotion ceremony."

"Forgot?" Klein's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Think about it carefully; you should leave some information for yourself," Serres advised.

"Is there a restriction on writing down the contents of a ritual?" Klein suddenly thought of this question.

"Isn't that obvious?" Serres was a little speechless. "Why don't you just write the ritual down in your phone's notes app?"

Klein smiled.

"Too."

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Turning his head, Klein looked at the other side of the carriage seat, where Padoma was lying on the chair playing on her phone, and tilted his head in thought.

"what is it then?"

There seem to be more crows in the sky lately. Could his ritual be related to crows? "If all else fails, why don't you just perform the sorcerer's ritual first?" Serres picked his teeth. "Anyway, didn't you already get the advancement materials from Otto?"

“It’s not impossible,” Klein said, not seeing anything wrong with it. “It’s just that there’s no suitable demigod. And lately, haven’t people been dying? Although I don’t know exactly what the Emperor and the others have done, to ensure there are no casualties in the war, they should also ensure that no deaths occur during this period, right?”

"Are you stupid?" Serres mocked mercilessly. "In front of everyone, the director's depiction of a demigod's death is to solidify your spirituality by letting the audience's perception help you advance."

"So theoretically speaking, if you actually kill a demigod and then replicate the entire event in its entirety, and advertise it all over the world, the effect is the same. The key is in the perception, not in witnessing the event firsthand."

"What you need is your own understanding and the audience's understanding. The audience's understanding can be addressed through projection, but as for your own understanding..."

Serres pulled out a golden feather and waved it in front of Klein's eyes.

"Did you consume the abilities of the artist and Feather Dust?"

"Why are you so concerned about me today?" Klein suddenly pointed at Serris. "You're not Zarathustra in disguise, are you? You're just trying to make me lose control when I take the potion so you can take the opportunity to get rid of me."

“I’m so bored.” Serres leaned back in his seat, tilting his head back to look at the roof of the car. “If you can speed up the plot and finish it sooner, maybe I can travel back in time to the next book and become the protagonist.”

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" Klein relaxed and teased.

At this moment, Serres took out his phone and tapped on a recording.

"I don't want it, I despise you."

“You said it yourself,” Serres pointed.

A few minutes later, the carriage returned to 15 Minsk Street.

Serres glanced out the window, said goodbye to Klein, and used teleportation to leave.

The carriage stopped, and Klein got off and went into his house.

A raven on the roof of the carriage parked in the garage looked at Klein and peered out.

He placed the hat on the desk, sat on the edge of the bed, and pondered the feasibility of the ritual that Serres had just mentioned.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the gray fog to divine the likelihood of success for this matter.

Stand up, take four steps backwards, and at the same time chant "Floating Life Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Venerable".

After completing the set of actions, he suddenly forgot what he had just done, only vaguely remembering that he had indeed ascended into the gray fog, performed divination, and received a revelation that the result was bearable.

On the table, Padma watched Klein's actions and wagged its tail.

Having completed the confirmation, Klein finally felt relieved, took a step forward, and entered the vast ocean of the collective unconscious.

Snapped.

He snapped his fingers.

Centered on him, invisible waves spread outwards, and following the collective unconscious, the ocean entered the minds of countless people, planting seeds.

This is both a psychological suggestion, causing those within its influence to choose to enter the dream world at midnight tonight, and a seed for a dream, which will make them dream of the scene of Klein killing the Dark Saint.

After doing all this, he withdrew from the group, his subconscious mind drifting to the sea, and he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

But he still felt uneasy, and he subconsciously turned to look at the small mirror on the bedside table.

“Arods,” Klein called out.

Blood-like characters appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.

"I'm here. Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

"Will I succeed in this promotion ceremony?" Klein asked.

“Of course, the great master will take another step closer to the throne,” Arodes replied.

A crow took flight, passing by the window and flying into the distance.

(End of this chapter)