Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 461 Hugh Joins the Tarot Club
Seeing Leonard deliver the final blow, Fowles knew his mission was over.

She looked around and noticed that the rainbow in the sky had disappeared, and the scarlet eyes were no longer on the rooftop.

It seems Miss Justice and Mr. Moon left quite early.

She tore down the sign behind her, breaking the illusion that had been created in this area.

A ghost wall... a ghost wall... in the end, all you're hitting is the wall.

If Inszangwe had used his brain and tried to fly away from there, he might have actually had a chance to escape.

However, it's hard to say for sure; he might not be able to defeat the vampires and the Sunshine Rainbow White Horse, who can fly, in aerial combat.

Hmm, I feel like today's experience could be written into a novel. The specific content... is the story of a revenger who came from his hometown.

As he thought about this, Fowles hurried toward home.

It's already past 2 a.m. There aren't any public carriages or even homeless people on the streets.

Fowles had no choice but to travel on foot, enduring hardship.

It was almost 3 a.m. when I got home.

Instead of knocking, Fowles used his extraordinary ability to open the door and pass through the wall to enter the room, so as not to make too much noise and wake Hugh, who was already asleep.

Click.

The kerosene lamp on the living room table suddenly lit up, startling Fowles.

"Hugh? You're still awake?" Fowles breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Hugh who had turned on the light.

She got into a group fight tonight, and she's still on edge.

But Hugh simply sat in the chair at the dining table, looking at Fowles without saying a word.

Small in stature, but with a grand presence.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Fowles was inexplicably nervous, but he still took off his coat and hung it on the clothes rack before walking over to the sofa and sitting down.

There was silence in the room for more than ten seconds before Hugh finally spoke.

"The air raid on Fursac just ended. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" Hugh stared intently at Furs.

“Well…we need inspiration to write novels, right? What’s that saying again? Have you ever seen Backlund at two in the morning…” Fowles tried to bluff his way out of it.

But Hugh just sighed helplessly.

"Folls, although I don't know why you're hiding this from me, I guess you've probably joined some secret organization?"

Seeing that Fowles was about to retort, Hugh didn't give her a chance to speak and continued:

“Every Monday afternoon, you would find all sorts of excuses to stay in your room and not go anywhere. You wouldn’t respond when I called you.”

"And your books also contain more things you wouldn't normally have access to, such as the procedures for banquets at the earl's level, the customs of East Bayron, and the unspoken rules of the sea..."

Fowles fell silent and listened with his head down.

“But none of this is conclusive evidence,” Hugh continued. “The real conclusive evidence is your current behavior. I just bluffed you a little, and you’re admitting everything right now.”

"This...that..." Fors didn't know what to say for a moment.

Xiu sighed: "If it were any other time, I really wouldn't say much, but now that we're at war, I'm really worried about you joining those secret organizations on your own."

Seeing that Hugh had pretty much guessed, Fowles decided to go all in: "So you mean, you want to join us too?"

“Yes.” Hugh nodded seriously. “But of course, if it really doesn’t work, there’s nothing we can do, so we’ll just have to forget about it.”

“Well… I’ll ask him.” Fowles decided to ask Mr. Fool for his opinion. But as Hugh said, if it really didn’t work out, then there was nothing he could do.

She rose from the sofa, went into her room, closed the door, and began to pray to Mr. Fool. “Great Mr. Fool. A companion of mine discovered my involvement in the Tarot Club and expressed a desire to join as well. Oh, I didn’t expose this intentionally; I swear I didn’t deliberately leak any information about the Tarot Club in any way…”

To her surprise, the reply came very quickly.

“In that case, let her recite my name.” The Fool, perched high above the gray mist, generously agreed to Fowles’ request. “She may recite either one.”

“That’s enough.” Fowles pushed open the door with a light tone. “Now, Hugh, recite the name of the Lord of Fools.”

"Whose name is this?" Hugh blinked, his previous aura vanishing completely.

Hugh's mind went into a frenzy.

No, I was worried about you for so long, only to find out it was the church's influence.

We used to be best friends, wild extraordinary individuals who were always on the run together. How come you've suddenly become a regular member of the army?

You were recruited into the government without even telling me?
No more love.

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15 Minsk Street.

When Klein got home, he heard a faint prayer. He climbed up the gray fog and found that it was a job application that Fowles had submitted on behalf of her best friend.

Hugh Deercha was a name he was familiar with.

Both Padmiao and Serres had mentioned this name to him, saying that there was such a member in the original timeline of the Tarot Club.

Since she was allowed to get in originally, let her get in now. Klein didn't see anything wrong with that.

Soon, the prayers began again, this time from an unfamiliar female voice. She was reciting the name of the Lord of Fools.

"The one who transcends miracles, the merciful one hidden in pleasure, the master of great and absurd foolishness."

Before even leaving the Source Castle, Klein immediately extended his spirituality, touching the crimson star that was constantly shrinking and expanding.

The one praying was a little girl who didn't look very tall. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, bowed her head and closed her eyes, praying to him in ancient Hermes.

Hugh had just opened his eyes after reciting the name of the Venerable One, and before he could say a word to Fowles, he was astonished to see a deep red starlight surge from nothingness and engulf him.

This was the first time she had received a response from the gods; in the past, when she prayed, the gods had never answered her.

She felt her consciousness being rapidly elevated, arriving at an endless gray fog, and then quickly crossing it.

She then found herself in an ancient and magnificent palace, sitting at a mottled green table, with endless gray-white mist beneath her feet, and a majestic figure looking down at her from the side.

This scene was both strange and familiar to her; she had seen it once in a "dream" and had never thought about it again after the exorcism ritual.

She remembers that she read "a fool who does not belong to this era" at the time.

So these two gods are actually the same one?

No wonder I didn't suffer any backlash after reciting the unknown name; it turns out it was a true god.

Her thoughts raced, and without pausing, she rose carefully and bowed to the figure shrouded in gray mist:
"Are you the great Lord of Fools? The great King of Yellow and Black?"

She didn't seem too surprised, as if she had expected it.

“You can call me Mr. Fool. Please have a seat,” the figure, whose aura was as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea, replied calmly.

Hugh bowed again, sat down, and confirmed that she had indeed been summoned by a true god, and that this was only because she had recited a prayer incantation once, without offerings, rituals, or even incense to please the gods.

To be honest, it's a very strange feeling.

(End of this chapter)