Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 469 Midnight Mukbang
It was around 2 a.m., late at night.

A rustling sound echoed on the street; it was the sound of footsteps on the light snow.

The snow wasn't heavy, but it fell steadily, leaving a shallow layer on the road.

San Mirón, a magical city where it snows even in August, is located in the region north of Fussac, near the Sea of ​​Sunia, and has a rather cold climate.

It is also the capital of Fusak.

Walking along the bustling streets now shrouded in darkness, Otto followed the tall silver knight in front of him on a street in Saint Milon.

Rhys led Otto into a restaurant that looked more upscale than the others.

This is a 24-hour restaurant, but because it was late at night, there were no customers inside.

Although there are usually very few customers.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated that this was only open to officers like Rhys, the exorbitant price and utterly poor value for money easily deterred the middle class.

Wooden tables and chairs, overhead lamps, and white patterned walls. This decor reminded Otto of a country called Rakshasa.

Speaking of which, he was also called a Rakshasa for a time, which is quite a coincidence.

Silver Knight Rhys maintained his usual pride as a demigod, walking into the restaurant with his head held high and eyes straight ahead. Immediately, a familiar waiter led him and Otto to a private room.

The two sat down facing each other. Rhys gestured for Otto, the guest, to take their order. The waiter, who knew something and dared not look around, immediately turned to face Otto and respectfully offered his opinion:

"Sir, our shop specializes in raw beluga whale slices, fried whale fillets, Nuins caviar, skachi sausages, and whale oil with skin on..."

Otto listened patiently, occasionally nodding with a smile.

After the waiter finished introducing the dishes, Otto casually flipped through the menu and ordered a few simple dishes:
"For me, I'd like two slices of toast with sausage, a serving of smoked whale meat, a bowl of thick vegetable soup, a medium-rare Moston steak, and a glass of Olmec wine."

"I'm the same as him, but without wine, plus two servings of Nuines caviar, two plates of skachi sausage, a bowl of creamy borscht, two small dishes of cream, and two cans of the strongest Zunya blood wine."

Given that the restaurant was serving a Fussack officer, it was obviously impossible to use pre-made meals. Even though there was no "queue" in the kitchen when there were no customers, it still took a short time to serve all the dishes.

Therefore, the waiter first served cream, soup, sausage, wine, and bread, which are basically staples in Fussac, including spirits.

Otto spread butter on the bread, took a bite of smoked whale meat with the bread, and then tried the Newines caviar, the most famous product from Fussac, with the complimentary biscuits.

He then picked up the wine glass beside him and took a small sip.

Rhys wasn't as particular as Otto; he simply tore the bread beside him into strips, dipped them in the soup, and stuffed them into his mouth. He then broke off a small piece of sausage and ate it with his liquor.

Although this so-called "small piece" is only as thick as two of Otto's fingers.

"How are you feeling?" Rhys asked while eating.

Otto's lips curled up slightly.

He had just prayed to the Great Fool on the grounds of "meeting a demigod and hoping to receive the protection of Mr. Fool," and clearly felt the gaze upon him.

As he strayed further and further into the path of potions, he gradually began to doubt the Fool's identity.

Therefore, he had a slight idea to test the waters.

For example, show Mr. Fool a mukbang video late at night and see how he reacts emotionally.

"Not bad, the smoked fish is firm yet tender. The texture of the fish itself, combined with the slightly sweet taste and the slightly salty smokiness, creates a... balance. Hmm, the aftertaste has a subtle, almost imperceptible, woody sweetness."

"The caviar egg membrane has a moderate toughness, which retains the bouncy and crispness when chewing, but is not too fragile to affect its shape and integrity. It has a light creamy sweetness, and the flavor gradually changes from the crispness on the first bite to the mellowness in the middle, with a slightly salty and sweet aftertaste."

"It seems my wine pairing was wrong; perhaps I should have ordered a glass of Tincos champagne."

The gaze fixed on Otto seemed to waver slightly, but Otto couldn't be sure what the reason was and thought it was still up for debate.

He simply wore a faint smile and took small sips.

Whether it was his elegant eating or Rhys's hearty meal across from him, both could easily whet one's appetite. Soon, steaming bread, fish oil, and sizzling steak were served.

On the crispy, charred skin, melted fat is condensing into fine golden beads, slowly sliding along the grooves of the skin. Occasionally, it falls onto the hot bottom of the plate, splashing up tiny droplets of oil, carrying a wisp of light, meaty aroma as it drifts through the air.

The gaze falling on Otto caused quite a stir in his emotions.

"Um……"

Otto blinked slightly.

It seems there's no need to judge anymore; Mr. Fool has indeed not completely detached himself from worldly desires.

It is at least not a true god, nor an embodiment of some characteristic or uniqueness. An angel? Or something even lower?
At this moment, Klein, whose true form was standing in the washroom and whose spirit form was above the gray mist, sat in a high-backed chair, watching the scene in the prayer lights, his left index finger directly into his mouth, gently biting it bit by bit.

No, he's sick...

Klein had considered using the ability of the Recollection Artist to conjure up a meal and have Otto eat it with him in the gray fog.

But Klein above the gray fog was in a spirit state and didn't even have a sense of taste.

Looking at the scene in the prayer lights, he suddenly felt that the delicious food in his memory was a bit bland.

The food at aristocratic balls is simply exquisite and small in portion, leaving little time to eat and making it difficult to taste anything.

Therefore, his recipes only included popular Southern dishes such as pork pies, Fennebot pasta, and baked corn tortillas.

"I am a demigod, I don't need to eat... I am a demigod, I don't need to eat..."

Klein hypnotized himself over and over again.

This agonizing mukbang lasted for more than an hour.

Otto, having put down his knife and fork, finally began to talk to Rhys about serious matters, specifically about the war.

Although it's unlikely that a deep discussion could take place in a restaurant, Klein couldn't help but perk up.

It's finally over. Just watching them eat must have exhausted me.

His true form is still standing in the restroom...

…………

What followed was a long period of stability.

Time flows by little by little, and days pass by one by one.

The members of the Tarot Club are all growing, and the war situation is intensifying with the return of the Red Angel.

Ships belonging to the Church of Storms attacked the coastal cities of Fusak along the Sunia Sea. Alger, as a pirate mercenary, also infiltrated these raiding forces and earned considerable merit.

At a tarot reading, Hugh learned the truth about her family and why her father was executed. She then joined MI9, both to advance her career and to exact her revenge.

Led by Colin Iliad, the people of Silver City quickly acquired an empty colony island with the assistance of Xing, the "Sea God," and Otto, and established their own town on it. Skyscrapers rose from the ground, making it a veritable paradise compared to the warring nations.

Although Folles still wanted to be a lazy bum, she had been promoted to recorder. Just because she mentioned it briefly at a discussion meeting, Alicia dragged her around on trips, ostensibly to record the world during wartime and help her digest the potion.

Because of the war, the Harvest Church was shut down, and the Giant Bishop Utravsky was placed under protective custody, causing Emlyn of the Moon to temporarily become unemployed and only able to stay at home with his dolls every day.

Leonard continued to lead his Red Gloves squad all over the Kingdom of Rune, occasionally pulling them in to complete a mission, and in their spare time, they would scavenge for loot on the battlefield.

Klein, meanwhile, was indulging in his leisure time. As mentioned before, there was no need for "playing" in the Destiny Potions above Sequence Four. Therefore, he was now trying to digest the "Trickster" potion while preparing for the advancement ritual to the next level, "Ethereal Ghost." Because he had already digested the Trickster potion in advance, his progress was quite impressive.

As always, Padmon was lucky. He inexplicably passed the promotion ceremony, inexplicably picked up an extraordinary trait, and became a demigod on the path of destiny.

Time passed by little by little, and soon, two months had gone by in the blink of an eye, and October had arrived.

(End of this chapter)