Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 491 I'm fighting the ancient sun god? Really?

This is the super value of the ancient sun god.

But if you think he's a numbers monster, then you're sorely mistaken.

He is a monster with very high numerical values.

Klein also saw the text in the booklet in Serres's hand.

He knew with his Spirit Insects that Serres would definitely try to recruit him into the Holy Grail War.

That is to say...

Huh? I'm fighting the Ancient Sun God? Really?

Rosell, however, seemed to be deep in thought.

The ancient sun god, an existence close to the past, above the true god.

Putting aside the resurrection of the dead, the ability to pull a powerful figure of this rank out of the mists of history is itself an incredible feat.

His left hand propped up his head as he leaned back in the bronze high-backed chair, lost in thought.

"Mr. Devil, why is Amon the mount of this ancient sun god?" Leonard noticed the anomaly and chose to ask directly.

“Oh, I see,” Serres explained. “First, it’s important to understand that Heroic Spirits can acquire skills that didn’t originally exist through their own ‘legends’.”

"And this ancient sun god, regardless of whether he could ride a horse or had a mount at the beginning, has now sublimated his skill into a variant of riding because of the fact that [every ancient god has been ridden and beaten by him].

That's a really good rider.

Ancient God?

Emlyn thought for a moment.

Ok……

Their vampire ancestor... was also an ancient god, I think?

Damn it, that inherently evil ancient sun god! I'll... I'll... um... I'll secretly cricket at you in Mr. Fool's divine kingdom.

When the ancient sun god appeared, Alger, who had originally supported the alliance, suddenly fell silent.

Some members of the Tarot Club turned their heads to look at the surrounding pillars, while others looked at the long bronze table in front of them.

Ah, those pillars are truly pillars, and that long table is truly a long table…

This is about fighting the Bull Demon.

Never mind, I heard that Mr. Fool will also be involved in the event, so let's just watch Mr. Fool display his prowess.

At that moment, Otto suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

What a coincidence! It was clearly a ritual created by Mr. Fool that was able to summon the ancient sun god.

Given Mr. Fool's abilities, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to stop the ritual from succeeding.

Therefore, there are only two possibilities.

First, this is a tacit agreement reached between Mr. Fool and the ancient sun god, forming an alliance. By resurrecting Mr. Fool, they are able to compel him to do things for Mr. Fool.

Second, this is a trap, a way to catch a turtle in a jar. Mr. Fool deliberately summoned the ancient sun god to this era, hoping to achieve some purpose through this means.

At that moment, a voice, tinged with a touch of authority but mostly with amusement, rang out, interrupting Otto's thoughts.

“Mr. Tower, what you did during the war might not have been perfect,” Roselle said with a smile, looking at Otto not far away.

"Oh?" Otto put his previous thoughts aside and looked at Rosell. "I'd like to hear more."

“Hehehe.” Rosell chuckled a few times. “Take those guys from our Intis, for example.”

“The officials you replaced are exactly the same as the originals, whether in body, memory or spirit.”

"But in my eyes, they are different; there is a lack of harmony in their order. Not only can I see it, but everyone from the Judgment and Black Emperor pathways at Sequence Two and above can see it."

"Besides us, angels from other paths can also see it through their own means. They can see the disharmony in fate, perceive the essence of things, and directly see through secrets, etc..."

“This doesn’t even need an audience; any angel could do it.”

Russell eventually gave his conclusion.

"You've done a great job making changes on the real level, and your disguise is very convincing. However, you've overlooked mystical observations."

"For an angel, true observation is often from a mystical perspective."

"Regarding Intis, I've patched up the loopholes you left. I have high hopes for your idea, and I hope you won't end up failing."

Otto placed one hand on his chest, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a drawn-out tone: "To receive the approval of a deity is my honor. I'm almost moved to tears. I wonder what gesture I should use when praying to you?"

Rosell laughed a few more times, pointing at Otto as he laughed.

"There's no need for that. Doing what you want to do well is more important than anything else."

The tarot session fell silent again.

A few seconds later, seeing that no one else spoke, Derrick raised his arm and asked a question:
"Excuse me, does anyone have a piece of wasteland the size of a city?" Derrick asked in a surprising way.

He said this while looking at Miss Justice and Miss Emperor, because in his mind, Miss Justice and Miss Emperor should be the richest people in the entire Tarot Club.

Hmm, we might need to remove Mr. Devil, Mr. Fool, and that Emperor Roselle.

But Audrey just smiled awkwardly but politely.

Xing scratched his head, indicating that he was a street urchin from the Galaxy Festival and didn't even have a fixed long-term residence, let alone a piece of wasteland the size of a city.

"Okay, then."

Derrick seemed somewhat disappointed.

After a few seconds of silence, seeing that no one else spoke, Gadriya asked, "Um... what are you going to do?"

“That’s how it is,” Derrick said without any concealment. “My Sequence Four ritual, under my protection and without much interference, naturally transforms a barren land into a city, filled with laughter and joy, and allowing everyone there to have their own life and their own destiny.”

"So I'd like to ask if it's possible to buy wasteland here."

"Do you have a standard for what you mean by 'desolate'?" Russell asked. "Does it have to be a completely uninhabited area, or does it simply mean a wild and untamed place?"

“Maybe…” Derrick thought for a moment, then said, following his spiritual intuition, “What you’re describing will do.”

"Isn't that simple?" Rosell shrugged. "The development of civilization is relative. If you've advanced, then for you, the current region is backward, isn't it?"

"To your Silver City right now, isn't the whole world a wasteland?"

“This…” Derrick hesitated, worried that the ritual might not be effective.

“Then why don’t you just extend the timeframe and broaden the scope?” Russell said. “If the quality isn’t good enough, then just increase the quantity.”

Derrick's eyes lit up at first, then he hesitated and said, "But we don't have that much land."

“I’ll give it to you.” Rosell raised his head slightly. “Come to Intis, and I’ll give you ten cities. You can develop Silver City.”

"As for the reward, lend me that strange item you had before, the one called 'The Genius's Confusion Time'."

Klein thought to himself, "Emperor, it's one thing to take someone else's technology for free, but why are you charging me for it?"
Is this the art of imperial rule? I'm in love! I suggest hanging your divine kingdom on a streetlamp, haha.

Derrick immediately perked up: “That’s wonderful, thank you, Your Majesty… oh no, Mr. Roselle.”

Little Sun is too naive; she has no idea that she is paying someone to improve their environment.

“You’re welcome. We all completed a fair transaction under the witness of Mr. Fool.” Rosell’s beard twitched.

Who told you this was a fair trade?!
After a moment of silence, Klein, controlling the world of Gehrman Sparrow, looked around and said:

"Everyone, I need to remind you of something."

When all the Tarot Club members looked over, Klein, manipulating the dummy world, spoke in a low voice:

"The end of the world is just a few decades away. Although this period may seem long, it is only a small part of your lives."

"Everyone can be destroyed, including gods."

This is what Adam told him last week at that gathering of the remnants of the old order.

He felt it was necessary to tell the other members of the Tarot Club.

Hearing Klein's words, Hugh was somewhat bewildered.

Frankly speaking, she has recently lacked sufficient motivation for promotion. On the one hand, she is just one of the relatively large middle and high-level personnel in MI9, and the possibility of getting a demigod ticket is extremely low.

On the other hand, George III is now a pulpy mess, without a tomb, and can no longer even dream of stealing offerings.

The fact that her father's reputation was about to be restored to a limited extent left her without any urgent goals.

Meanwhile, the war was over, and her mother and brother returned to Backlund to begin a normal life. With Hugh's current total income, they could support a wealthy family.

All these reasons combined made Hugh feel that her current life seemed pretty good, and she didn't really want to make any changes.

Of course, she wouldn't let go of any opportunity to advance to demigod, because in the previous war, even knowing that it was all fake, she still felt the powerlessness of a Sequence 5.

Moreover, apart from her and the magician Fowles, everyone else in the Tarot Club already possessed the strength of a demigod.

Even Fowles, who was also at the bottom of the class, had his own secrets and could sometimes unleash combat power around Sequence 4.

She certainly didn't want to fall behind.

Amidst a flurry of ideas, Judge Hugh glanced at Magician Fowles, then nodded to Mr. World, indicating that he would try his best.

Magician Fowles could probably guess his friend's mindset, because she was in a similar situation.

Her Traveler's Potion had long since been digested. It was from when Alicia dragged her around on trips.

Because Hugh had to stay at MI9 at the time, there were only two of them, and Hugh was not with them.

He gives off a feeling of being an "incompetent husband".

Now, if the Abraham family hadn't already prepared potion recipes and extraordinary materials for her, she wouldn't be so eager to become a "mystic".

As a "traveler," she can go wherever she wants, eat whatever food she wants on the spot, escape from danger, and rush to her friends' aid whenever they need her.

It fully met Fowles' initial expectations for the concept of the extraordinary.

Of course, she also had another motivation to improve: after becoming a demigod, she could better help her teacher's family with their affairs.

After hesitating for a long time, Fors finally asked:
"But what does this have to do with us? If the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up. In any case, it's not our place to worry about the end of the world."

Her words earned a loud nod from Padomao.

"Of course, if you're scared, you can rely on the people around you. Like me, for example." Alicia glanced at Padmon and answered Fowles' question.

"However, you should also keep your own promotion in mind. That way, at least when you want to step forward, you'll have the strength and courage to do so," Alicia continued. "Don't underestimate yourself. After all, beautiful girls can do anything."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, I know a lovely girl who has the same thoughts as you." Alicia suddenly leaned down and lowered her voice, but everyone present could hear her.

Padma's tail swayed.

"But as I just said, beautiful girls can do anything. She's no exception; when she was needed, she awakened her strength and courage and became a great hero who saved the world."

Padma's ears twitched and then drooped down.

Finally, Alicia concluded: "Sometimes you're a bit like her in terms of personality. So, if you're willing, I believe you can definitely become a great hero too."

Padma's ears perked up again.

Why does it feel like Sister Aili is saying all this to us? Padmo thought to herself.

"Don't wait until you lose something to regret it." Alger also made this statement at this time.

"If you feel you are not strong enough, then strive to improve yourself, gain greater power, wield more authority, and become kindling to ignite the flames."

"Until one day you are able to participate in those games that once suffocated you."

"It's better to die in the process than to do nothing at all."

Upon hearing what Mr. World said, Alger's first reaction was that Mr. World was provoking him. Because there were at least six great beings present who could be called "He".

But then I thought again, and I realized that Mr. World isn't that kind of person.

In any case, it should be Mr. Devil who plays this kind of role.

But then I remembered what Emperor Russell once said: "People gather together by their types, and things are distinguished by their groups."

Thinking about it this way, Mr. World, who has a good relationship with Mr. Devil, probably isn't a very decent person.

Finally, he shook his head.

I feel that neither "whether Mr. World is serious" nor "the world is about to face its end" has much to do with me.

He just needs to do what he is capable of doing.

Then he remembered what he had just said.

Then he heard Fowles' question and shared what he had just been thinking about.

These were some of the most sincere words Mr. Hanged Man had ever said, seemingly from the bottom of his heart... Even small people can become great... Audrey, moved by his words, nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Oh, why take it so seriously?" Serris waved his hand.

"If the world really ends, why don't we just throw Mr. Fool out? He's the ultimate strategic weapon."

"You've all noticed, haven't you? The apocalypse has been postponed. That's because Mr. Fool breathed madly into the apocalypse back then. That's why the apocalypse was postponed."

"In that case, we can just throw Haki out every time the apocalypse comes and breathe on it."

"It's alright, I'll definitely take you with me then," Mr. Fool chuckled softly, shrouded in gray mist.

Then, Klein manipulated the world, making him look around and say:

“We can’t rely on Mr. Fool for everything. You should think carefully about what you plan to do and how you plan to do it.”

Judge Hugh and Magician Fowles, along with other members of the Tarot Club, nodded slightly, indicating that they understood.

After another ten minutes or so of free discussion, the tarot gathering gradually came to an end.

(End of this chapter)