Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 495 Mr. Fool will protect you forever

Klein suddenly felt as if his empty heart had finally been filled.

He remembered how his sister embodied their mother, the sarcastic jokes his brother loved to tell, the scene of the three of them stuffed and sprawled in their seats, none of them wanting to move, Melissa's turtle, whom she called a "doll," and Benson's pitifully receding hairline...

Klein smiled, as if he had sensed something, and vaguely felt that his "advisory physician" ability had changed in some way, like throwing a few medicinal herbs into a pot of Chinese medicine.

This is a elixir called "happiness," the best medicine to "cure tragedy."

But Klein didn't care too much; all he wanted now was to get closer to his brother and sister and hug them tighter.

Melissa had lost weight... Benson looked even more haggard than before... Klein felt a pang of sadness, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

The three of them hugged each other and stayed together for a long time.

Time passed slowly. Perhaps because being squeezed between her two older brothers was too suffocating, Melissa gradually loosened her embrace of Klein and shifted a few times with slight unease.

After struggling for a few minutes to no avail, she began to gently pat Benson's back with her other hand.

However, Benson clearly misunderstood her meaning, thinking that his sister was comforting him, and gently patted his sister's back as well.

Melissa's strength increased, eventually turning from gentle pats into scratches.

Klein noticed something was wrong and released his brother and sister, allowing Melissa to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Klein and Benson exchanged a knowing smile, as if they had just pulled off a prank.

A few seconds later, Melissa wiped away her tears and regained her smile:

"Klein, I really can't believe I'll ever see you again."

Benson also placed his right hand lightly on his left chest: "Perhaps we should now praise the great Lord of Fools."

“Hmm…” Klein thought for a moment and said, “Actually, you can just call him the Fool.”

He blinked and winked.

"This is a title that only the core members of the church know."

Melissa and Benson almost simultaneously placed their right hands lightly on their left chests, readily changing their tune:
"Praise the fool."

Klein also gave a Fool's salute: "Mr. Fool will always protect you."

After saying that, he suddenly pulled a bouquet of flowers from his chest as if by magic, a bouquet of Seville daisies.

The bouquet of flowers, golden in color, symbolizing happiness, was brought before Melissa and Benson.

Melissa accepted the bouquet somewhat slowly, thinking of the clown she had met at the circus right after attending Klein's funeral.

The clown I saw back then was just like Klein now, with his lips curled up in a fixed, happy, exaggerated, and comical smile.

When the two faces overlapped, Melissa suddenly realized what was happening. She gripped the flower tightly in her hand and brought it to her nose to smell it.

The bouquet was filled with a sweet fragrance, and it was only then that Melissa noticed that it was actually a bouquet of sugar flowers carved from candy.

She opened her mouth slightly and took a small bite of the bouquet.

A feeling of joy filled my whole body.

This is solid "pleasure".

A few minutes later, the two finally calmed down.

Only then did the aroma of the food finally waft into Benson and Melissa's noses.

The two turned around and looked at the dining table, where they saw a sumptuous dinner, a feast they had never seen before.

Melissa's eyes widened, and Benson looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Only Klein remained sufficiently calm.

As was Serres's old habit, whether he witnessed a great comedy or mocked an interesting tragedy, he always prepared a sumptuous meal.

No wonder they run a tavern.

As he expected, his gaze moved down to the table, where there were boxes and boxes of specialty drinks from the World's End Tavern.

Of course, it wasn't Faroko. "Did you make this too?" Melissa looked at Klein, wanting to tell him that he should save money, but she couldn't say anything.

“It’s not me, it’s Serres,” Klein replied with a smile.

He clearly knew what his sister was thinking, so he added, "Don't worry, with Serres's wealth, he has more than enough to buy the entire Kingdom of Rune, the Fusak Empire, the Republic of Intis, Lunburg...

"This is the first time I've ever realized... that an archbishop could be this rich," Benson said, a little confused.

"Actually, he invested his own money; he funded the construction of all the Pleasure Churches around the world."

Klein walked to the dining table and clapped his hands lightly twice.

The chair in front of the table quickly came to life, its legs moving slightly as it took light "steps" to pull itself away.

The beer under the table also briefly gained the ability to fly, flying out one by one and floating and swirling around the table.

After thinking for a moment, Klein took off his half-high silk hat and let it transform into countless colorful bubbles, which flew to the walls, tables, chairs, and ceiling of the room, becoming dreamlike decorations.

Klein made a gentlemanly "please" gesture.

"Please have your meal, gentlemen."

Watching this scene, Betty, the maid, was both amazed and envious.

What amazed her was that the third person in the house possessed such magical and fantastical abilities.

What I envy is that they can enjoy such a sumptuous dinner together.

“Hmm… I think you can take a little of each dish and eat it in your room,” Benson said, noticing Betty’s gaze.

This isn't xenophobia; it's just the three siblings having a family reunion and dining together in the living room. I'm sure the grocer would feel awkward and uncomfortable if she were with them.

"Ah, no need, I have more here..." The maid quickly refused, then took a step back and opened the pot lid in the kitchen.

"Huh?" She stood there, stunned.

The pot was empty; there was nothing left.

Before leaving, Serres helped them dispose of the pot of "swill".

"This..." She hesitated and turned back to look at the large table, the sumptuous dinner.

“It’s okay, we can’t finish all of it anyway,” Melissa agreed.

"Okay...okay. I'll take some then." In the end, the maid who did all the odd jobs couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food.

Perhaps it was some kind of destined attraction between culinary disasters and their chefs, but the maid immediately took a liking to the "Unclosed Eyes Pie" placed in the center of the table.

“I think you can take the whole pie,” Klein added with a smile.

Although this dish might indeed suit the aesthetic tastes of the Ruen people, he really didn't want such a thing to be added to his table of hometown dishes.

Perhaps the goddess of night and the earth goddess would like to eat it? Klein wondered.

After a few minutes of preparation, Benson and Melissa sat at the table, looking at the food laid out, as proper as upper elementary school children.

They sat in their chairs, watching the trays float in the air, sorting and organizing the food that had previously piled up on the table, making more space in front of the three of them to eat.

These trays rotate around the dining table along a fixed, wavy path.

Because there were so many dishes and the portions were so large, whether it was Chinese or Western food, the quantity was too numerous to count.

These trays circle around them in a huge loop, surrounding them, and then "pass by" them briefly as they go along a wavy path.

If Russell were here, he would see that this is a classic rotating buffet, only with a larger quantity and a private room.

The wine glasses flew to Benson and Klein on their own, while Melissa, who had no interest in wine, received a glass of juice instead.

Benson picked up his glass, smiled, and began to speak:
“Celebrating Klein’s return to us.”

“Here you go.” Klein and Melissa raised their glasses at the same time and clinked them together with Benson’s.

"Praise the fool!"

(End of this chapter)