Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 493 Melissa Summons Klein
It was already 9 p.m.

Backlund, 15 Minsk Street.

At the dining table, Dawn Dantes, dressed as Klein, put down his knife and fork and gently wiped his mouth with a napkin.

The maid, Lena Pierce, had already skillfully brewed black tea in the tea room with a silver-inlaid tin can.

Immediately, she arrived with light steps, carrying a white porcelain teacup inlaid with gold foil.
The cup came over and placed it in front of Mr. Dawn Dantes, smiling slightly, "It needs to cool down a bit more."

Klein looked down at the cup and said half-jokingly, "This will allow me to adjust my mood and treat this cup of black tea more formally."

After saying that, he gently picked up the tray, took the black tea, walked to the semi-open room with the large balcony, and sat down in the armchair.

His butler, Walter, immediately stepped forward and handed Klein a copy of the latest Backlund Evening Post.

He casually flipped through the newspaper, looking at the contents.

Just like a few days ago, the front page headlines still recounted the grand events of the war's recent end, with houses being restored and the dead being brought back to life, and proclaimed the greatness of the Goddess of Night and the newly appointed eighth true god who replaced the God of War: the God of the World.

In addition, there are reports of a newly emerged eighth orthodox church that has replaced the Church of War.

Klein flipped through the newspaper, casually turning to the next page.

The former terrorist organization "The Rose School" has been completely eradicated; Grand Patriarch Renette Tinicol of the Church of Temperance has traveled to the Southern Continent to oversee the follow-up work.

Miss Messenger?

Klein was taken aback when he saw the name.

Isn't this the crippled angel from our Joyful Church? How did he end up in another church?
“He’s a follower of the Bound God Thorzna,” Paddo, perched on his shoulder, reminded him in a meow that no one else could understand. “Oh, no, he should be called the God of the World now.”

"I see." Klein nodded in realization, feeling that it was both unexpected and reasonable.

"Besides, in the original story, He became an angel under Brother K because He often did things for Brother K and received a lot of benefits," Pado explained. "But now, you haven't asked Him for much help, and He no longer needs any benefits. Naturally, your relationship with Him has become distant."

Klein thought thoughtfully.

Indeed, this messenger lady probably helped him a lot in the original course of history, which is why Serres described her as an angel under the Fool's throne.

But things are completely different now. Sending letters is nowhere near as convenient as making phone calls or sending messages. If he needs to run errands, he can simply send them directly through the anchor point without bothering others.

Although he didn't know exactly what he had helped this messenger lady in the original timeline, her current boss had been resurrected and obtained a position in the Church of the True God, so naturally she no longer needed his help as a half-baked evil god.

With a smile, Klein continued flipping through the newspaper.

"Recently, through coordinated efforts from multiple parties, the former terrorist organization 'The Rose School' has been completely eradicated, its remaining forces have been completely eliminated, and the related security threats have been eliminated."

"This move marks a significant milestone in security governance in the southern continent and most of the inland areas, laying a solid foundation for social stability and the reconstruction of order."

"At the same time, Patriarch Renette Tinicol of the Church of Temperance has officially set off for the Southern Continent to take over all the follow-up work related to the eradication of the [Rose School], including but not limited to restoring order, appeasing the people, and coordinating cross-regional cooperation."

According to publicly available information, Ms. Renette Tinicol holds the dual positions of Patriarch of the Church of Temperance and Resident Pastor of the same church at the Church of Joy. As a core link in the exchange and cooperation between the two churches, she has long been committed to promoting in-depth collaboration between the two sides in areas such as doctrinal interpretation, public service, and care for believers. She has spearheaded the implementation of numerous inter-church cooperation projects, effectively resolving misunderstandings and differences, and making irreplaceable contributions to building a harmonious and trusting relationship between churches. She is widely regarded as a role model for promoting positive interaction among religious groups.

Ok?
Klein raised an eyebrow.

Why are there things happening on our end too?
How come I, as the leader, didn't know that the two churches had cooperated?
Damn it, Serres, you've sidelined me again!

Thinking about it, Klein angrily took out his phone, switched accounts, switched to the "Mr. Fool (the sidelined version)" account that Cyrus had registered, edited the information, and changed the name to "Mr. Fool (the version that regained its rights)".

Then, using my chat group admin privileges, I muted Serres for an hour.

Padma twitched its ears.

Since embarking on this joyful path, I feel that Brother Ke has become more and more childish.

She fiddled with the newspaper and turned to the next page.

"It needs to be clarified that the core premise for Ms. Renette Tinicol to be able to belong to both churches at the same time is that neither church's doctrine prohibits its members from believing in the doctrines of other churches, and her status is fully in line with the charters and traditions of both churches."

"In this regard, relevant authorities specifically remind believers that different churches have different doctrinal systems and different regulations regarding whether believers can join multiple churches at the same time."

"If members of the public wish to engage in cross-denominational faith, they must strictly adhere to the doctrines and norms of their own church, fully understand the relevant regulations, and carefully consider their actions to ensure that they conform to church traditions and social order."

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Klein said.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took a sip of black tea.

"I always feel like I'm being watched by countless eyes, but I can't see anyone else."

"Does it feel like someone is standing behind you when you go to the restroom?" Padmo asked.

“Hmm…it’s somewhat similar.” Klein hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the black tea in his hand that he had only taken a sip of, and placed it on the small round table beside him.

Then he put the newspaper down, resisting the urge to lightly tap the small round table with his fingers. He closed his eyes to think.

He is a demigod with both pleasure and divination abilities, so his so-called intuition is definitely not unfounded.

At that moment, Klein suddenly felt a slight spiritual awakening.

It felt like I was being called upon.

This feeling is similar to receiving prayers, but also different, yet it seems somewhat familiar.

Klein frowned at first, then his brows suddenly relaxed.

He remembered where he had experienced this feeling before.

When he was in Sequence 5, he briefly reached the ancient scholar in Sequence 3 by using the power of the mask.

At that time, his feeling of grasping something from the fog of history was similar to this.

Is my own projection being summoned?

Klein's gaze narrowed slightly, and he quickly used illusion magic to create a false yet real version of himself, concealing his actions behind the illusion.

Then he got up, took four steps backward, and entered the gray fog.

Upon ascending into the gray mist, one's status rapidly rose. The feeling that one's own projection was being summoned became increasingly pronounced.

Following this connection, Klein cast his gaze down from the Source Castle.

He saw a red ritual circle, Melissa standing inside the circle with her right hand raised, Benson looking worried in the distance, and Serres looking up at him.

He easily understood the look in Serres' eyes.

"Your sister herself is a relic; don't you know what she's capable of summoning?"

Serres's expression changed, and Klein understood once again.

"If you don't come when I call a specific summon, then it will be a random summon."

"What can the sister of the Source Castle's heir summon? Amon? Pales? Zarathustra? Antigonus?"

His toes lightly touched the ground, the meaning of which was self-evident. "I'm the one holding it down now. If I let go, things will get really messy."

Klein let out a rather forceful sigh.

He knew, of course, that Serres wouldn't harm his brother and sister.

But he was certain that even if he didn't go, a "Klein" would definitely be summoned from the center of that formation.

Sure enough, in just those few seconds of hesitation, a person slowly condensed within the bright red array.

Although his facial features were obscured by the red light, Klein was absolutely certain that it was himself.

As for whether this "Klein" core is the real "Klein" or "Cerris", that's uncertain.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled forcefully.

He conjured a mask out of thin air and placed it into his current spiritual body.

His status has risen once again.

Sequence three, sequence two...

A semi-transparent spirit worm emerged from his palm and was casually tossed into his hand. It entered his physical body in reality through the connection between himself and his original form, restoring Dawn Dantes's spirituality, who was somewhat dull-eyed in reality.

Subsequently, his spirit body, which resided above the gray fog and possessed a first-order sequence, detached from the Source Castle, responded to the connection, and descended in a form similar to a "historical projection," entering the body that Serres had prepared for him.

…………

Moretti's house.

As the figure gradually took shape in the light, Melissa felt inexplicably nervous.

Her eyes were completely drawn to the figure, and she couldn't look away.

“Very good, then my second promise has been fulfilled.” Serres touched the mask hanging diagonally on the side of his head. “I said I could let you see someone you’ve been longing to see.”

"What?" Melissa stared intently at the figure and answered instinctively.

"No, it's nothing. I've seen what I wanted to see, so I'll be leaving now." Serres grinned. "You three should catch up."

The next moment, Serres disappeared.

"What?" Benson was also confused about what was going on, but he just felt that he should also cast the beam of light at the figure.

Within the crimson light, a figure dressed as a wandering magician, Merlin Hermes, slowly materialized. This was Klein's immediate use of the Faceless Man's abilities to reshape his form after his arrival.

He still wanted to struggle.

But the next moment, the red light that had coalesced into a human shape suddenly dissipated, as if a piece of clothing had been stripped off, revealing the body in its most original form.

He had black hair, brown eyes, a slender build, ordinary features, and deep-set eyes, exuding a distinct scholarly air. Benson and Melissa's eyes widened in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

The room fell silent as the familiar figure appeared.

Klein stood rooted to the spot, Benson and Melissa were stunned, and Serres was recording with his phone. Everyone was completely still, as if they had been petrified and turned into statues in an instant.

A few seconds later, it seemed that they finally understood the situation.

Melissa's eyes suddenly turned red, and her breathing became rapid.

“Klein…”

Her voice trembled with a hint of tears.

Benson touched his head, which had receding hairline and was covered in white hair, and said with a slightly nasal tone, "I think... I've been working too much overtime lately and I've even degenerated into a curly-haired baboon... How could I possibly see you here..."

Klein's lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Having once been a "mourning actor," he could easily sense the emotions permeating the air.

Shocked, bitter, questioning, fearful, confused...

Then, a feeling of surprise and joy spread through the air.

Klein's initial embarrassment subsided immediately.

At that moment, Klein felt as if he were an actor on a stage.

His arrival can ignite the audience's emotions and guide their mood.

For a long time, his experiences were adapted into dramas and viewed from different perspectives, with varying degrees of joy and sorrow.

Among them, more than half a year ago, in a play called "Funeral", the seeds of sadness were planted and took root in the hearts of two audience members.

The seeds that were nurtured in sorrow have long since grown into great trees.

Sometimes, they hear long-lost laughter in their dreams. But when they open their eyes in a daze, they find that it is nothing more than the great tree in their hearts swaying and creaking in the wind from an unknown source.

For a joyful traveler, sadness is a necessary emotion, but not the emotion that should be present at the end of a drama.

The two audience members were unaware that this play, which they thought had already ended, had a second act.

When the "dead" reappear before our eyes, new branches and buds sprout on the sorrowful trees, and they bear brilliant "flowers".

Then came an immeasurable joy that arose from the bottom of my heart, transforming into the fruits that adorned the fruit.

The tragedy was healed, transformed into a joy that need not be grand.

He was simply there, and he could bring joy to two people. And this joy, in turn, brought him even greater pleasure.

“Melissa…Benson…” Klein looked at them, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a slightly exaggerated smile.

The mood in the air transformed almost entirely into "happiness" at that moment, the "fun" that Klein cherished most.

This comes from Melissa, from Benson, and from himself.

A voice, whose origin was unknown, echoed in Klein's ears.

The voice was loud, soft, mellow, crisp, steady, melodious, low, and high-pitched, like billions upon billions of people singing together, seemingly chanting a harmonious hymn.

Klein Moretti.

Do you love your family more than yourself?

Klein did not answer, but simply opened his arms, making a gesture as if waiting for a hug.

His exaggerated smile softened as he faced his brother and sister, speaking gently. He was a simple brother and a simple brother, without a trace of the majesty and divinity of a demigod.

"I am back."

(End of this chapter)