Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 480 The Holy Grail War in a Mysterious World (Initial Warm-up)
"You're twitching from the electric shock." Joyful Amon showed an innocent expression, completely unaware of why the original Amon had been electrocuted.

Even he himself was twitching a little.

"If the Lord of Storms completes his divine descent, you will die too." The real Amon pushed up his monocle, which had already developed a crack.

“I know.” The ring on the right eye of the Joyful Amon mask suddenly lit up. “We can still chat for at least another minute. It’s been so long, we should catch up.”

Amon immediately sensed that time in a small area around them had sped up, while in contrast, time seemed to be slowed down in other places.

None of the Amons could slow down a true god, so they all chose to speed up themselves.

"We can catch up later. Let's talk about what you want now." The smile on Amon's face remained unchanged.

“Let me think,” Pleasure Amon said, one hand still controlling the main body Amon, the other supporting his chin. “I want four extraordinary traits of the Destiny Trojan Horse, twenty extraordinary traits of the Deceitful Mentor, and fifty extraordinary traits of the Parasite.”

"Are you kidding me?" the real Amon asked back.

"Hmm, if you're joking, then I'll also want three copies of the Sequence One Extraordinary Properties and the Error's Uniqueness." Joyful Amon went straight for the ride, waving the hand that pierced through the original Amon.

What he meant was obvious.

If you don't give it to me, you won't be able to leave.

The real Amon raised his head and looked up at the sky, at the ball lightning that appeared one after another rapidly, even in relatively still time.

Then, He turned to look at Leonard's original spot, which was now empty.

"How did you convince Pales to give up this Sequence One property?" Amon suddenly asked.

But Ammon, with a playful grin, didn't answer directly, but instead replied with a single word: "Guess."

boom!
One ball lightning bolt after another struck down.

But the real Amon had already completely disintegrated like a phantom, disappearing into the ocean of light that filled the interior of the Church of Bones.

The next second, this majestic church, with its deep black background and inlaid white bones, also completely returned to fantasy.

At this time, the house at 7 Pinster Street still existed, and people still lived in it.

There was just an exaggerated mark on the living room floor.

The mark looked like a person lying there, reduced to charcoal.

Joyful Amon stood beside the mark, raising the emblem of the Church of Joy high in his left hand.

"I'm a law-abiding citizen! Don't strike me!" Amon waved the Holy Symbol of Pleasure in his hand, as if waving a little white flag. "I'm a very law-abiding citizen."

The dark clouds in the sky lingered for a long time, as if the Lord of Storms were surveying the joyful Amon before him.

Time passed slowly, and after about a minute, the dark clouds in the sky finally dispersed.

"Ah, that was close! I almost got struck dead." Amon put away the Holy Symbol of Pleasure and took off his mask. Although he said he was still scared, his expression was carefree.

“It’s alright. Everyone dies eventually, whether early or late.” Serres’s figure appeared in the air as he stretched out his right hand toward Amon.

"Remember to return them to me." Amon reluctantly handed the three translucent crystal pillars to Serres.

Those are the extraordinary characteristics of the three "Destiny Trojan Horses".

“Okay, then remember to remind me.” Serres nodded.

“What do you want these extraordinary properties for?” asked Joyful Amon.

"We're having a party! Do you want to come join us?" Serres tossed the extraordinary item in his hand.

"Hey, don't bounce them around!"

“Alright, don’t shake them.” Serres nodded, then took out a golden cup, casually tossed it in, and threw the three extraordinary properties into it.

"What is this?" Amon asked curiously.

"This is the Holy Grail, the omnipotent wish-granting machine." Serres proudly waved the Holy Grail in his hand.

"You killed Cortal?" Amon looked at the Holy Grail curiously. "Or did you pour Zarathustra's ashes in there too?"

"oops."

Serres slapped his head.

"How could I have forgotten about them? What a pity."

"Never mind, it's already done, there's no need to go looking for them anymore." Serres shook his head regretfully, then his tone became expectant again, "So, do you want to come and play?"

“Sure, so how do you play with this?” Amon tapped the golden surface of the Holy Grail with one finger. “Wow, this thing is pure gold.”

"Don't shovel if you're not going to eat." Serres pulled his hand back slightly. "Come on, hold out your hand, back of your hand up."

Amon listened and did as instructed.

Snapped.

Serres took out a red stamp and stamped it on the back of Amon's right hand.

"Alright, go back and wait for our notification." After stamping the document, Serres waved his hand and disappeared from the spot.

Amon raised his right hand, bringing the back of his hand to his eyes, and looked at the red "Command Seals" on it.

"Ah, interesting."

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And so the war ended.

If she hadn't seen and experienced it with her own eyes, Audrey would never have believed that the war was over.

In the blink of an eye, Audrey, who was on the battlefield, found herself back in the Hall family mansion, back in her room.

Looking at the room, which was no different from the one before the war began, Audrey remained silent for a long time, only opening the window and looking outside.

Although she knew long ago that the war would not result in too many deaths, she still felt a sense of unreality when the deep night swallowed the orange-red twilight and then receded on its own, and when countless soldiers who had died on the battlefield and collapsed houses returned to their original state.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

She watched as her neighbors emerged from their homes one by one and walked onto the street, staring blankly at the scene, which was exactly the same as before the war.

Most people felt lost and didn't try to continue discussing the war. This was because they shared the same confusion, bewilderment, and incomprehension.

They didn't cheer, shout, or vent their anger; their expressions were numb, their eyes blank, not knowing why the disaster had suddenly ended.

Among them were many people who had received relief from charitable foundations, and many faces that Audrey found familiar, but their condition was not much different from before the war began.

Looking up at the sky, a pitch-black throne and an arm entwined with thorns appeared like a painting in the sky before slowly merging into the heavens.

What she didn't know was that this was a manifestation of the two gods integrating their divine kingdoms into the astral plane.

Then darkness covered the sky again, and all the strange phenomena disappeared.

Audrey let out a long sigh, deactivated her transformation, and sat down on the bed in the room, seemingly lost in thought.

At that moment, she suddenly felt an itch on the back of her hand.

She raised her hand and brought it close to her eyes. Suddenly, three red marks appeared on her hand.

"This...what is this?"

This startled Audrey.

In the mysterious world, something that suddenly appears on your body usually doesn't mean anything good.

She immediately prayed to Mr. Fool, and the answer she received was:

"It's harmless. If you want to know more details, you can ask Mr. Devil directly. Go to the church; he'll probably be there for the next couple of days."

Mr. Fool's reply put her at ease, and she began to examine the Command Seals on the back of her hand again.

"Hmm...it's quite pretty."

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West End, Moretti's house.

Benson Moretti was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Compared to their other bewildered and helpless neighbors, the Moretti family was quite calm.

Because the man who called himself "Merlin Hermes," a wandering magician, had just visited their home half an hour earlier, said his final goodbyes, and informed them that the disaster was about to end.

Therefore, as expected, they did not feel too confused after noticing that the world had returned to normal, but quickly resumed their normal lives.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

Lifting the lid of the stew pot, Benson was immediately greeted by a mist of steam. Two rye bread rolls had already been placed beside the lamb and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the aroma and heat to soften.

This is how the wandering magician Merlin taught him to cook mutton, and he plans to cook it for his sister on this memorable day, "the first day after the war ends."

Because he couldn't cook, Melissa had always been the one cooking for him.

Sitting on the sofa, Melissa watched Benson busily working in the kitchen.

Her brows would furrow at times, only to be smoothed out again by the fragrance.

"It does smell really good" and "Won't he blow up the pot?" These two thoughts kept flashing through Melissa's mind.

It smells so good... so suspicious... it smells so good... so suspicious...

Before long, a plate of stewed lamb with tender peas, garnished with potatoes, carrots, and onions, was placed on the table.

Two pieces of black bread, stained with a little meat juice, were placed on their respective plates.

“Come on, have a taste.” Benson clapped his hands proudly, sat down at the table, and pointed to the wooden fork and spoon next to the plate.

Melissa didn't refuse. She picked up her fork, forked a piece of potato, brought it to her lips, and took a small bite. The soft, powdery texture of the potato and the rich aroma of the meat juices filled the air at the same time.

The taste made her purse her lips.

"Is...it not tasty?" Benson, whose hairline was receding, looked at his sister with slight nervousness.

“No, it’s delicious.” Melissa lowered her head and shook it.

"Phew...that's good. I was worried I'd ruin these dishes. You know, a man cooking for the first time is no different from a baboon." Benson smiled with relief.

"Try the meat," he said, gesturing with his chin to the plate.

"Hmm..." Melissa nodded silently and carefully forked a piece of lamb.

It was stewed until very tender, almost melting in your mouth the moment you put it in, bursting with real meaty aroma and wonderful juices that filled your mouth.

Watching his younger sister eat meat in small bites, Benson also picked up a fork and spoon with satisfaction, sometimes eating a piece of meat, sometimes stuffing his mouth with peas, and sometimes putting down his utensils to break off a piece of black bread and dip it in the sauce.

The taste is indeed quite good, but I don't know why, it just feels a bit familiar.

tick.

That was the sound of water droplets falling into the bowl.

Benson subconsciously looked up and saw Melissa with her head down, secretly crying for some reason.

"What...what happened?"

Although he didn't know why, he quickly got up, went around the dining table, picked up a tissue, and brought it to Melissa's face to wipe away her tears.

Neither of them noticed that three red marks were slowly appearing on the back of Melissa's right hand.

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Three days later, Saturday night, Backlund, Klein's house on Minsk Street.

"Paddo, are you going to the tavern for dinner tonight, or should I pack some for you?" Klein asked Paddo, who was sitting on the table. "Or maybe you could just come with me?"

Today is the day Russell is hosting a "banquet," inviting most of the "remnants of the past" who are still conscious.

During this time, Padmon also advanced to "Common Death" and "Mage of Misfortune", becoming a demigod as well.

But to be honest, Klein couldn't see much divinity in her.

"Let's go to the tavern to eat," Padmo replied, wagging its tail. "Besides, Brother Ke, how old are you? Why are you still thinking about packing leftovers from the banquet?"

“Because I was the one who was sober for the shortest time,” Klein said matter-of-factly. “As the ‘youngest’ one, I’ll definitely be the one who ends up packing up the leftovers at the banquet.”

“Really?” Padmon thought for a moment, “Let’s go to the tavern and mooch some food and drinks from Sister Aili, so we don’t go hungry if you don’t manage to pack some up.”

"Okay, then be careful on your way." Klein nodded and watched Padmeow climb out the window and leave.

"Why does she never use the front door?" Klein muttered. "Is this just a thief's instinct?"

Then he looked up at the sky: "Ah, how am I supposed to get in?"

“Of course I’ll take you up there.” Serres had somehow gotten behind Klein.

"Could you please stop suddenly appearing behind me every time? It makes me think you're gay." Klein straightened his clothes and adjusted his top hat.

"You Chengdu people, do you really care about these things?" Serres put his hand on Klein's shoulder.

"Wow, you're into regional discrimination? Where are you from?" Klein turned around and poked Serris's shoulder.

“Me? Before I transmigrated, I lived with Cantonese twin tails and a sunny, rainbow-colored white horse every day,” Serres replied.

"Sunshine, rainbow, little white horse? Oh, it's that..."

Before he could finish speaking, Serres had already teleported Klein into the sky.

This is the intersection of reality and the astral plane. To enter the astral plane, one must first become a symbol.

But Klein couldn't do it, so he had to let Serres take him inside.

"Oh, we're going into the painting now. Klein, have a good trip."

Volume 4, Complete

(End of this chapter)