Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 500 Intertwined Fates

On stage, the actors are performing "The Return of the Earl," a play brought to you by Emperor Roselle.

This play is known as "the earliest wish-fulfillment novel in the world of drama," but since each performance lasts only two to three hours, it is clear that the play cannot fully depict the entire plot of the wish-fulfillment novel.

Perhaps it was because his phone was always in his hand, ready to watch movies anytime. In any case, Klein didn't find the play interesting at all.

However, since both Benson and Melissa were watching with great interest, he was happy to join them.

hum... hum...

The phone vibrated twice.

Klein opened his phone and glanced at it; it was a message tagging him in a group chat.

He didn't click on it. He simply closed it.

His spiritual intuition gave no warning, and he didn't want to deal with anything today.

He believed that Serres wouldn't spoil his fun at this time.

Meanwhile, St. Klein Church

“I told you so, Mr. World wouldn’t even consider a donation of a mere fifty million pounds. You should just put it in the church,” Serres said to Audrey.

"Could it be that Mr. World didn't see it?" Audrey asked.

She came today to donate money for Aista. Of course, in Aista's eyes, this was just "going on a trip and dropping two cents into the offering box of a temple recommended by a friend to test the waters." After all, there really are gods, what if they appear?

“Look,” Serres pulled up the backend logs. “Mr. World logged on for one second and then immediately logged off. What does that mean? It means that he was a little unhappy about you insulting him with money. But since we’re both members of the Tarot Club, he didn’t say anything, he just ignored you.”

"Oh..." Audrey put the money into the donation box with a little disappointment.

She originally intended to give it directly to Mr. World.

But since Mr. World doesn't reply to any messages, he must not be interested.

“It’s okay, Audrey,” Padmon said, standing on the offering box. “It’s more important to admit your mistakes and correct them than not to make them at all. Remember not to make the same mistake again next time.”

“Okay, I understand,” Audrey replied with a rising tone.

No wonder he's Mr. World; he treats money like dirt.

Audrey left happily; she was going shopping with Estelle today.

"Do you think Brother Ke will lose control if he finds out?" Padmon asked softly as she watched Estella walk away.

"Hmm..." Serres smacked his lips, his tone somewhat uncertain, "Probably not? Probably?"

"It's only fifty million pounds; it's not like he can't earn that much."

"Right……"

"Then let's split it."

"Let's take half."

"Giving you ten million is quite generous."

"Then we need to tell Brother Ke."

"Twenty million."

"make a deal."

The deal was done. Serres swept the Padmon offering box off and then opened it.

“How are you going to explain this money?” Serres asked as he distributed the money.

"I found it," Padmon said matter-of-factly.

Serres thought for a moment.

"That's very much like the Wheel of Fortune."

After distributing the money, Padma twitched its ears and asked, "What does Boss Sai need the money for?"

"Me?" Serres thought for a moment. "I don't know, anyway, it's useless."

"Then why are you taking a share of our money..." Padmo complained.

"Haha." Serres chuckled.

"Sigh... If only I could be as strong as Brother Sai." Padmo lay down and sprawled out on the table like a cat pancake.

Serres chuckled: "What do you need such great power for?"

"Something is better than nothing..." Padmon replied.

"Then why don't you consider whether you haven't tried hard enough?" Serres asked. "Think about it carefully. Did you perform the Sequence role? Did you digest the potion? Why didn't a Sequence Two prophet suddenly die in front of you?"

Padma covered her ears: "Stop reading it, stop reading it. Maybe our luck just ran out."

"You're kidding me." Serres curled his lip. "I don't even want to talk about your luck."

"Well, I'm not really Paddo Phyllis..." Paddo Meow complained softly.

"Are you bothered by this?" Serres suddenly asked.

"Well……"

Padma didn't answer.

"Why don't you ask Alicia for her opinion?" Serres suggested.

“Sister Aili treats everyone the same…” Padmon replied somewhat sullenly.

“Actually, there’s no need to distinguish between what’s real and what’s fake so clearly,” Serres said in a cryptic tone. “How do you know if I’m real or fake? And how do you know if this world is real or fake?”

"It's probably fake, right? After all, it's fan fiction," Padmon replied.

"So you've broken the fourth wall too..." Serres quipped. "I don't remember you breaking the pleasure wall either..."

"If you don't want us to know, then at least keep your conversations with Brother Klein a secret from us," Padmon said, blaming it all on Serres and Klein.

"But you can't blame us for everything. To put it another way, can't you just be intermittently deaf?" Serres started to act unreasonably.

"Boss Sai, can you act like an adult?" Pado asked, squinting.

“I don’t want to.” Serres leaned back in his chair. “What normal adult would talk to a cat for so long, let alone share money with it?”

“Yes.” Padmon nodded.

“If I were a normal adult, I would give you your money. What does a kitten need money for?” Serres pointed and gestured.

"Then, Boss Sai, you should go back to kindergarten." Padmon pressed one paw to cover her little crossbody bag.

“So,” Serres stood up, “in a world where even cute little kittens can talk, does it really matter whether it’s true or not?”

He reached out and flicked Padmon's tail: "You're a fifty-thousand-year-old thing, and you're not as insightful as me."

“We call this having a childlike heart,” Padmo said in a very low voice, “and it’s very impolite to talk about a lady’s age casually.”

"The kitten went up to the lady?" Serres chuckled.

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t Boss Sai still be Old Chu Nan?” Pado Miao tried to retort.

She felt that Serres had a kind of fake eunuch vibe, and tried to approach him from that angle.

"Ha." Serres chuckled dismissively. "What do you think an ordinary old nerd would do after gaining power comparable to the world?"

"You think I'm a fake eunuch? Actually, I'm just tired of playing around," Serres said. "Women, men, omnics, ancient beasts... the only ones I haven't tried are the Celestials."

Padmon's worldview was violently shaken.

ah? real or fake?

That shouldn't be the case, right? Shouldn't the protagonists of novels all be perpetually Chu Nan, like Brother Ke?
[Klein was mentioned even though he wasn't passing by, poor thing...]

Meanwhile, the play by the eternally old Chu Nan Klein had ended, and Klein left the theater with his brother and sister.

Melissa, who had spent the day playing outside, was all smiles, feeling that she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

“Let’s go look at houses in Queens tomorrow,” Klein said, tidying his slightly disheveled hair. “We also need to see how to help you get a title.”

“I heard it’s a donation,” Benson said after thinking for a moment.

"I'll ask someone later." Klein planned to ask Miss Justice in the group chat when he got back.

“My brother has grown up and has his own network of connections,” Benson joked with a smile.

“That’s right, don’t you even know what your brother’s status is now?” Klein laughed along with him.

The crimson moon had already risen, shining down upon the city from the sky.

Melissa looked at the red moon in the sky and subconsciously wanted to praise the goddess in her heart, but suddenly realized that the moon no longer belonged to the goddess.

Although she was unaware of the war between extraordinary beings, she did know that the Goddess of Night had renamed the gesture of "drawing a red moon on the chest" to "dotting the stars."

Only then did she finally have the real sense that "the war had just ended".

"Praise the fool."

She silently praised him in her heart.

Klein's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

At such close range, someone praises the Fool, suggesting he is capable of mystical perceptions.

"It seems like there's going to be some reforms coming up." Benson chatted with his family as he walked home. "But I only heard it from someone else, so I can't guarantee it's true."

"What kind of reform?" Melissa asked curiously.

"It seems they're going to reinstate compulsory education like that of Emperor Russell and then introduce it to our country," Benson said. "And then it seems they'll increase the number of schools, accelerate technological advancements, renovate cities, and introduce some technologies that didn't exist before..."

"There's a lot more, but I can't explain it all in a short time."

“Hmm…” Melissa tilted her head back and thought for a moment, “This sounds a bit fake.”

“I think so too,” Benson replied with a smile. “After all, those curly-haired baboons can’t tell what truly wins people’s hearts.”

“I heard that Emperor Roselle seems to have been resurrected,” Melissa suddenly lowered her voice and said mysteriously, “Do you think he might be the one orchestrating all this?”

“Resurrection? That’s quite an amazing thing, isn’t it?” Benson looked at Klein, after all, he didn’t know much about the occult.

“Yes.” Klein nodded. “Even in the world of occultism, being resurrected from the dead can be called a miracle.”

“How did Emperor Roselle manage to do that?” Melissa turned her head. “Was it the same situation as yours, Klein?”

“Perhaps,” Klein nodded with a smile. “Maybe he also received help from some great being.”

“Yes, after all, he is the world’s greatest thinker, politician, inventor, and military strategist…” Melissa kicked a pebble by the roadside while rattling off a string of Russell’s titles.

Seeing his sister's childish actions, Klein suddenly remembered that Melissa was not yet an adult.

She was so sensible that Klein would always forget her age.

He walked forward thoughtfully.

"Klein, what are you thinking about?" Melissa asked, tilting her head.

"I was wondering why you don't call me brother," Klein joked with a laugh.

But Melissa didn't blush or blush as Klein had imagined at all. She just said matter-of-factly, "Because I have two older brothers. If I called them both 'brother,' it would be hard to tell them apart."

"However, if you like, Klein, I can call you brother from now on."

Klein thought about the scene, and although it was indeed quite nice, it was still too unfamiliar.

He smiled and shook his head: "No need, it's fine as it is."

Yes, that's good.

If happiness could be made eternal, I wonder how many people would be willing to stay in the past forever.

But time always moves forward, and even the "King of Time and Space" can only touch the projections of the past.

Klein unconsciously thought of his professional skills from his time as a "programmer".

If only we could turn happiness into code, record it, and inject it into every moment of the future.

His fingers tapped unconsciously in the air, as if he were typing on an invisible keyboard.

A bright red moon hangs high in the sky, and countless stars fill the night, bringing a sense of tranquility.

The happiness emanating from Melissa and Benson was clearly displayed to Klein through the "Strange Doctor's" abilities, as if it were a tangible reality.

It's not just them; a similar feeling can sometimes be felt emanating from the houses along the roadside.

Although those emotions were mostly complex, complicated, and chaotic, Klein could easily find the emotions he wanted from them.

Klein was taken aback.

He inexplicably felt like he was a "commander".

He tentatively reached out and gently touched the air, touching those intangible emotions, touching that emotion called "happiness".

The surrounding colors vanished in that instant, leaving only scattered specks of gold.

The moment Klein touched them, the golden specks of light instantly linked together.

This is not the ability to experience pleasure, nor could it be the work of a fortune teller.

Klein was certain.

It couldn't possibly be just pure pleasure.

These emotions are interconnected, somewhat similar, yet slightly different.

Like individual hearts, each beating at a different frequency that does not affect the others.

Klein's light touch just now connected them together.

This is 【同谐】.

Klein suddenly realized.

The "shape" of those emotions has changed; through the golden light, you can see friends chatting and laughing, couples embracing, and families holding hands.

Golden threads extended from their bodies, eventually converging at Klein's fingertips.

This doesn't seem to be a simple case of "harmony"...

At that moment, a word flashed through Klein's mind.

"Intertwined destinies...?"

He remembered what Serres had said.

Is it because his desire for happiness for those around him aligns with both "joy" and "harmony"?
Golden light gathered at Klein's fingertips, eventually forming a ball of light which he gently pinched between his index finger and thumb.

It felt unreal, like holding a ball of hot air in your hand.

Upon closer inspection, one can see countless images flashing within, and each moment of these images is composed of countless symbols that Klein currently cannot comprehend.

That was Klein's sudden inspiration, the code called "Happiness".

It is code that can easily distort fate and change reality.

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PS:

Monthly ticket, monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)