Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 451 Zarathustra's Arrival, Night Raid on Klein

15 Minsk Street. Serres and Klein each took an armchair and sat on the balcony, right next to the living room.

"No, why are you staring at me like that?" Klein looked at Serris speechlessly.

"Demigod, demigod, you're about to advance to demigod, why can't I come and see?"

"Sigh." Klein sighed. "Alright then."

At this moment, Serres took out his phone and glanced at it.

"When were you planning to start the ceremony?"

"12 o'clock, after all, we can't disturb other people's lives. Most people should be asleep by this time."

Klein glanced at the wall clock, then looked out the window.

A jet-black raven flew by, landed on a branch, made eye contact with Klein, and then flew away on its own.

"It's still early, you can go back first."

As he spoke, Klein took out his phone, glanced at it, and frowned.

The signal is so bad...

He held his phone up to the edge of the balcony, but the signal was still poor, and he couldn't even open a video.

“Hey, I have an idea.” Serres pulled out a box.

"Then why not play a tense and exciting game of Ludo?" Serres opened the box. "The pieces are just the right size, so Pado can play too."

"You really have a lot of free time," Klein said, looking at Serres with a speechless expression.

Suddenly, a pair of illusory arms appeared on either side of Silver Mirror Arodes, supporting him as he slowly turned around to face Klein and Serres.

"Great master, may I also participate?"

“Of course.” Serres got up and carried Arodes to the small table on the balcony as well.

"Oh! It's an honor." Arodes seemed very excited, and the words that appeared on his face visibly became cheerful.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was 11:30 p.m.

Serres raised his hand and pointed it out onto the balcony.

boom!
Not far from the balcony, a crow on a tree branch fell to the ground with a thud.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Klein, who was rolling the dice, asked in confusion when he saw this.

“You should watch out for the ravens,” Serres explained. “Zarathustra really likes to use ravens as secret partners.”

"Is that so?" Klein turned to look out the window, a sudden realization dawning on him. "So, it seems there really are more crows lately."

“Then perhaps you’ve already been targeted,” Serres said. “Maybe one of your stewards or servants is Zarathustra’s secret agent.”

“Unlike Amon, Zarathustra likes to wear a monocle on his clones, so it’s hard for you to notice.”

After saying that, Serres took out a bottle and waved it in front of Klein.

"Would you like a glass of soda soy milk? Let me tell you, the taste is absolutely authentic."

"Why do you speak with arrows in your speech?" Padmo asked, puzzled.

"Why can you tell that he's speaking with veiled sarcasm?" Klein asked, even more confused.

“Because it says so above.” Serres pointed upwards.

"There isn't one, is there? This platform doesn't allow special characters in book writing!"

Klein rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to begin the ceremony."

After hearing what Serres had said before, and realizing that the crows he had been seeing recently were probably Zarathustra, Klein became increasingly uneasy and decided to perform the ritual earlier than scheduled.

Only after attaining divinity would he have any chance of escaping from the angels.

After all, even the White Saintess of Sequence 3 could interrupt his teleportation.

“We’ll go inside now, we won’t bother you any longer.” Serres picked up Arods and walked into the living room. Padmon jumped off the table and followed closely behind.

“Okay,” Klein replied.

Serres reached into his pocket again and pulled out a new bottle.

“Here you go, this is your potion.” He shoved the bottle into Patto Meow’s hand. “Sequence Six: The Intoxicating Ship.”

Pado can be promoted too? Klein was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was going on.

Although Pado hasn't experienced much "life and death together" since she started dating him, her past experiences have been quite rich.

If we include the Herrschers of Corruption from previous civilizations, then the number of times she has experienced "living and dying together" can be counted in the hundreds of millions.

Watching the clock on the wall tick by, Klein immediately opened the bottle containing the potion as soon as it struck twelve, tilted his head back, and swallowed the liquid containing the potion.

The icy potion slid down his throat, bringing Klein a numbing sensation that went deep into his soul. Suddenly!

thump.

A raven flew past Klein, then landed beside him, its scarlet eyes fixed on him.

Klein's spirituality was suddenly stirred, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the living room. He did this very slowly, his body as if rusty, somewhat sluggish. He felt as if a thick pane of glass had appeared in front of him, blurring his vision.

This feeling is like someone is manipulating his spiritual threads!

This made him feel uneasy, wondering if it was truly a modification of the potion itself.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The shadows on the ground looked strange, as if something was hanging from the ceiling.

Klein slowly raised his head and saw that, at some point, spirit threads had descended from the roof, tightly draped over Arodes and Padmon, suspending them from the ceiling.

When Klein turned around, Serres in front of him smiled slightly, his face changing rapidly into an old man that Klein had never seen before.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Fool."

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, but with a smile.

"That was such an accident, wasn't it?"

He paused, looked at Klein with a calm expression and a smile, opened the balcony door, walked up to Klein, gently took off the top hat from his head, and put it on his own head.

"You can call me, um..."

Then, he chuckled indistinctly:
"You can call me..."

"Zarath."

At that moment, looking at the face so close to his own and hearing the old man's reply, Klein's mind was filled with a single curse word; no other thought could emerge.

Zarathustra, the leader of the Secret Order, a descendant of a high-ranking noble of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Age, a true Sequence One angel, a Sequence One of the Diviner's Path, and a mysterious servant.

Klein's long-standing, vague spiritual premonition has finally come true!

This Sequence One angel had been by his side the whole time, following him, watching him, chatting with him, talking to him, and playing cards with him!
At that moment, the door opened, and one by one, butlers and servants entered the room, applauding enthusiastically for Klein's impending promotion.

They all wore appropriate expressions, seemingly happy for Klein's impending promotion.

Personal male servant Richard Sen, butler Walter, maid Lena...

Their facial expressions were vivid and lifelike.

But in the next moment, they all lowered their heads, lifeless like puppets, their feet lifted off the ground, gradually rising and hanging from the ceiling.

Klein was about to open his mouth to say something, to recite the name of Serres, to ask for help, to communicate with the teleportation anchor to leave this place.

But he found that his limbs became sluggish, his thoughts became increasingly slow, and the teleportation anchor failed to respond to his thoughts.

Klein strained his mind, trying to keep himself from being consumed by the potion, and struggled to stay afloat.

"Are you waiting for that Outer God to come and save you?" Zarathustra asked with a smile.

He took his phone out of his pocket and waved it in front of Klein.

That's Klein's phone.

"He won't come."

As Zarathustra spoke, he displayed the screen in front of Klein.

It was a video call, and he was video calling Serres.

It was in a tavern in the Rothschild Islands, and Gorman Sparrow was dressed as him.

The next moment, the effects of the potion spread to every part of his body. His spirit inexplicably soared, and he seemed to have suddenly ascended to a great height. He completely lost control of his body.

This made him a lamb to the slaughter.

Faced with a Seer who was a Sequence One angel, he truly couldn't be sure if he could still be resurrected.

All that remains is despair.

The next moment, under the influence of the potion, his spiritual body, along with his flesh and blood, was divided into countless tiny parts. His thoughts were also divided into fragments, which combined with different pieces of flesh and blood, and developed their own consciousness.

Zarathustra didn't even have to lift a finger before Klein was already defeated under the influence of the potion.

Because of this sudden fear and shock, he was even unable to complete his promotion.

Pale fleshy growths appeared on his face, neck, and the back of his hands, as if they had their own life force, constantly growing outwards and turning into transparent worms.

Beneath the clothing, there were also signs of wriggling, rising and falling. It was as if they would disintegrate into a clump of transparent worms at any moment, each heading in a different direction.

He completely lost consciousness.

Behind Zarathustra, among the "Migula" suspended from the ceiling, Padmon's body shimmered with one three-dimensional, layered, mysterious symbol after another. These symbols connected to higher levels and the underlying laws, directly representing abstract concepts such as the bizarre, madness, change, power, and knowledge.

(End of this chapter)