Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 465 Two Kinds of Envoys
Soon, the transaction ended, and the gathering moved into a free-flowing discussion.

Audrey was the first to speak.

"Everyone, I've recently encountered some trouble in the Psychological Alchemy Society."

"Herwin Lambis, the demigod of the Royal Faction of the Psychological Alchemy Society, seems to have recently set his sights on Dawn Dantes and asked me to hypnotize him."

Everyone looked at Mr. World.

He just sat there quietly, propping his head up with one hand, without saying a word.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he shrugged and said, "It's okay, let's continue."

Audrey continued:

"At the same time, he also seemed to be planning to target the upper and middle classes of the nobility. He secretly altered my memories and thoughts through psychological suggestion, trying to make me... infiltrate the higher ranks of the nobility."

After saying that, she refrained from making a childish gesture like puffing out her cheeks, and sat upright, looking at the others.

Audrey spoke subtly, but everyone present except Derrick and Star were adults and could understand what she meant.

Klein listened, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the high-backed chair as he habitually did so, making no sound at all.

What's going on? This is going to take away our Tarot Club's biggest source of funding!
This is turning our Tarot Club into a beggars' guild! How can we tolerate this?

Fowles couldn't help but frown, saying with a hint of complaint, "How could this person be like this?"

"The royal faction?" Hugh was more interested in the forces involved in this matter. "Miss Justice, how do you plan to deal with the person who tried to hypnotize you?"

“Hmm.” Audrey pursed her lips. “If he had just spoken to me politely, I probably wouldn’t be so angry. But he actually tried to use this kind of method…”

"In short, two people recently approached me and suggested that we join forces to get rid of Herwin Lambis."

“Hmm… I agree,” Audrey concluded.

“You did the right thing,” the hermit Cattleya agreed. “Letting someone like that live is irresponsible to yourself. He’s like a hidden time bomb, which could cause you irreparable harm at any moment.”

At this point, she suddenly thought of Frank, and of that increasingly ripe fruit.

Cattleya closed her eyes and said nothing more.

Frank is also a ticking time bomb, and she's not even a demigod.

Although she was trying her best to analyze the blood of that unknown creature, the information contained in that drop of blood was too vast, complex, and unknown, leaving her at a loss for where to begin.

“If needed, I might be able to help…” Hugh was somewhat inclined to join the operation, “After all, I have some… personal grudges with the royal family.”

But she suddenly remembered that she was only a Sequence Seven, and it might be difficult for her to get involved in the hunt for a demigod.

“If you have any questions, you can ask me to help you with your spiritual communication,” Audrey kindly offered.

Xiu felt a warmth in her heart; she hadn't expected this young lady, whom she was meeting for the first time, to be so kind to her.

Sun Derrick raised his hand and said, "Everyone, some of us have already left the Forsaken Land and would like to ask if there is anything we should be aware of in the outside world?"

“Yes, yes, brother, yes!” Xing immediately perked up, intending to act as a guide and give Derrick a proper explanation of the outside world.

However, the way she described it was so bizarre that, in her words, the world outside the Forsaken Land was as strange as a tale of supernatural rules.

Things like "You have to lick the yogurt cap before drinking it" and "When walking on a tiled road, you have to make sure every step you take is within a square"...

Derrick was completely disoriented, unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and only felt that the outside world was very dangerous.

In the end, Russell directly condensed a cluster of information related to common sense and put it into Derrick's mind.

Xing expressed regret.

What a pity, it almost polluted an entire city at once.

After Derrick finished speaking, Commissar Alger, who had been silent for a while, also made a point of making his presence felt by delivering an important speech.

The meeting of the Anti-Political Commissar Tarot Association clearly pointed out that the vast majority of the current participants have reached the Sequence Five level or above.

Each comrade has their own rituals to complete according to regulations, resulting in a corresponding extension of the promotion cycle, and they have gradually established their own power base. In reality, the frequency of demand for extraordinary traits, potion recipes, and sealing artifacts has decreased, with a concentrated demand typically occurring only once every few years. Promotions are not being cancelled, but rather they are being implemented gradually, selectively, and in an orderly manner, allowing those with ability to advance first, and those who have already been promoted to advance first, so that those who advance earlier can influence those who follow. Promotions will also be based on specific circumstances.

Considering the current situation and actual needs, the political commissar believes that the focus of the meeting should be adjusted in a timely manner, shifting further towards the efficient exchange of intelligence and the deepening of covert cooperation, in order to better adapt to the development requirements of the new stage, build consensus, and coordinate the advancement of various tasks.

After thorough discussion, the participants unanimously agreed with the aforementioned opinion regarding the adjustment of the focus of the gathering, believing that the relevant judgment was accurate and in line with the current reality, and had important guiding significance for promoting the orderly development of various tasks. Everyone expressed their commitment to actively supporting and participating in intelligence exchange and covert cooperation, pooling their efforts and working together to implement all deployment requirements and contribute to achieving better development in the new stage.

After Alger made his presence known, Roselle glanced at Cattleya, then looked at Serres and asked in a casual tone, "Speaking of which, I've always had a question."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Serris asked.

"I remember you saying that the God of Abundance never refuses a prayer, is that right?"

“Yes.” Serres nodded.

[Wow, this old man's starting to care about his daughter's adopted daughter?]

“That doesn’t make sense,” Rosell shook his head. “If that were really the case, shouldn’t the entire universe be filled with abundant messengers?”

"The universe is so vast, and there are so many greedy people. There will always be people who wish to become a messenger. And messengers are powerful, hard to kill, and the most resilient of all creatures. The result should be that messengers of abundance should be everywhere in the universe like locusts."

“Well, the reason is actually quite simple,” Serres explained. “Many people misunderstand the Commander. But the Commander is not a symbol of power, but a symbol of thought.”

"Therefore, if someone were to presume to become a messenger, the apothecary would most likely not grant them power, but instead distort their perception and alter their thoughts."

"Unless he is a truly selfless person, the pharmacist probably won't approve of his ideas. In that case, let's just change his ideas directly."

"In your terms, it's like some idiot who's tired of living actively asking an Outer God to corrupt him, and in the most extreme way, the kind of corruption that directly covers one's personality."

“You should be very familiar with this kind of pollution,” Serres said to Rosell.

Russell nodded, indicating that he was indeed very familiar with it.

Serres continued:
“I have seen many people like this. They do not recognize their own situation and ask for far more than they can bear.”

"As a result, he was deeply influenced by the idea of ​​a bountiful destiny, and instantly transformed from a selfish person into a selfless, altruistic, and world-saving saint."

"On many planets, such people are called minor pharmacists, or what is known as pharmacist clones."

"This is how many pharmacist clones in various places came about."

Rosell nodded thoughtfully: "I see."

Fortunately, He didn't make any wish at that time.

Otherwise, He would probably be sitting here cross-legged, hands gesturing like flowers, with a benevolent expression.

It's strange to think about.

“There are actually two kinds of messengers of abundance,” Serres said, holding up two fingers.

"One is like a crooked tree, sitting and discussing philosophy with the pharmacist, and eventually becoming a messenger."

"Second, just like I said, overestimating their abilities and becoming fools. In the end, not only will they fail to gain power, but they will also abandon their own selves."

"But this is indeed a good thing, after all, the universe will have one less selfish person and one more selfless saint."

Fowles asked curiously, "What if you made a wish, wanting only power and not thought?"

“Then we’ll see if he’s a good person,” Serres replied. “If he’s a good person, that’s fine, but if he’s not…”

He raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and then suddenly opened it, mimicking the sound of fireworks exploding.

"Then it might have exploded the day before he made the wish."

Leonard immediately thought of a word he had heard before.

The bullet hole arrives before the trajectory of the bullet.

(End of this chapter)