Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 505 Silver Branch's Spaceship Was Stolen
Melissa's eyes practically sparkled as she went up and down the stairs. Her jogging steps carried an irrepressible excitement as she "inspected" room after room.

Klein just watched, neither interfering nor saying a word.

The gold pound is dead; I no longer care to analyze right and wrong.

I just hope my brother and sister are happy.
Melissa walked through the spacious living room, wide enough to dance in, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a small, exquisite courtyard; the living room with its soft carpet and fireplace; the bright and airy bathroom with faucets that looked like they were plated in gold; and those bedrooms, each larger than all the family's previous bedrooms combined, each with its own private bathroom, made her stand at the doorway repeatedly to confirm their existence…

Melissa ran her fingers across the smooth wallpaper, her fingertips feeling the cool wooden door frame, the air filled with the comforting scent of new paint and furniture.

No matter how mature she is, she is still just a 17-year-old girl. Having always lived in a small house, she couldn't hide her excitement as she entered Queens for the first time and moved into such a luxurious mansion.

Of course, she didn't need to hide anything from her brothers.

In contrast, Benson was much more composed. Compared to his sister's undisguised excitement, he chose a different way to process this huge surprise.

Instead of exploring those unknown spaces, he walked straight into the center of the living room, slowly sat down on the large, soft leather sofa, and with an inquisitive expression, gently pressed down on the cushion, feeling the just-right elasticity and support from the high-quality filling under the leather.

Then, he picked up the property certificate on the coffee table and examined it carefully, and then touched his head where his hairline was receding.

After reading it, he carefully put the document back in its place, subconsciously raised his hand, pressed his palm against his increasingly noticeable receding hairline, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Klein looked at him, feeling both amused and sentimental. He silently postponed his wish for Benson's hairline to return to normal, and decided not to cure Benson's hair today.

There was no reason, it was just for fun.

A dozen minutes later, Melissa finished checking all the rooms and returned to the living room with light steps, her face still flushed from exploring the unknown space.

Klein smiled and asked a question as naturally as asking "afternoon tea, black tea or coffee?": "Benson, Melissa, if you had to choose, Rune and Intis, which country's title would you prefer?"

"Huh? Is this even a choice?" Melissa was surprised that Klein would ask such a question.

“Of course,” Klein waved his hand, “your brother is quite powerful now, with connections everywhere.”

“Hmm…” Melissa looked at her older brother Benson.

"What difference does the price make?" Benson asked, resting his chin on his hand.

"They're pretty much the same," Klein replied.

This is a lie.

Buying a noble title in Rune costs money, but Intis only needs to mention it to Rosell.

But Klein was unwilling to let his limited financial resources influence his brother and sister's judgment.

“Well… let’s stay in Rune.” Benson touched the property deed in his hand. “How should I put it? Although I don’t have any nationality phobia, after living here for so long, it’s really hard to adjust to suddenly moving to a different country.”

"Please forgive my body, which is as fragile as an old curly-haired baboon."

Melissa nodded: "Yes, me too."

Then she added, "I am a juvenile curly-haired baboon."

“They’ve all chosen to stay in Rune,” Klein nodded with a smile. “Then we might need to make contact with the upper nobility of Rune. Hmm, how about it, Earl Hall?”

"Count Hall?!" The two couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
That was Backlund's biggest banker, the leader of the Conservative Party, the Earl of East Chester...

Klein actually said he could see her whenever he wanted?
Seeing their surprised expressions, Klein burst into laughter.

"Haha, just kidding."

“I just happened to know Earl Hall’s daughter, Audrey,” Klein explained with a laugh. “As you know, I am also a missionary, and Miss Audrey is a follower of Mr. Fool.”

Klein recounted the events in a way that his brother and sister could accept, but which was absolutely true.

"Oh, I see. Klein's really made something of himself, managing to use his position to hook up with a high-ranking nobleman," Benson joked.

"Is Klein planning to marry into the family?" Melissa added with a smile.

Klein immediately shook his head, picking up the thread with an exaggeratedly helpless tone: "What do you mean by marrying into the Moretti family? We'll be the 'Moretti Family' from now on!" He puffed out his chest, deliberately adopting a "noble and aloof" posture. "Even if we do have to arrange a marriage in the future... cough, I mean, a marriage alliance, it will be an equal union between two emerging families, understand?"

"Hahaha."

A burst of cheerful laughter came from the living room.

After a while of talking, Klein checked his phone and began tidying up the room.

“Well, the appointed time is approaching. Miss Hall will be here soon to visit our new home.” Klein glanced at the time. “Now I need to prepare an afternoon tea.”

"It's very easy and simple; all you need is a small wish."

Klein stood up, removed the black, half-high silk hat from his head, and gently pressed it to his chest:

“I want the house to be spotless; I want a sumptuous afternoon tea on the table, including Ceylon tea, and a three-tiered pastry stand with Sachertorte, Yorkshire pudding…”

One beam of light after another appeared, and an exquisite teapot, several cups, and a few plates of delicate tea snacks materialized from the ethereal.

Since tea and snacks are just for tasting and don't need to interfere with the nutritional cycle.

Klein simply took a shortcut and used a realistic illusion.

It's all the same once it's in your stomach.

Time quickly came to three o'clock in the afternoon, and the doorbell of 170 Townsend rang on time.

The door opened silently, without making a loud noise.

Klein stood behind the door, with Melissa and Benson peeking into the living room behind him.

Outside the door stood Audrey, wearing a light green long dress, and Estella, wearing a light pink short skirt.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Klein." Audrey lifted her skirt slightly, appearing dignified and beautiful.

"Good afternoon, Miss Audrey." Klein placed one hand on his chest and gave an elegant bow.

Behind Audrey, Estella clasped her hands on her lower abdomen and nodded slightly. Klein's gaze lingered on Estella's face for half a second before he nodded in return.

"Please come in, you two." Klein stepped aside and led the two into the house.

As the two entered the house, Melissa and Benson instinctively stood up from the sofa and greeted Audrey.

“Ms. Hall… good afternoon!” Melissa’s voice was a little nervous, but she tried her best to remain calm. Benson also nodded stiffly but forcefully: “Ms. Hall, welcome.”

She was Backlund's most dazzling jewel; just standing there drew everyone's attention and made everyone feel awkward. Audrey smiled and responded to everyone, easily putting Benson and Melissa at ease.

Finally, Audrey's gaze fell on Melissa's ungloved hand.

There were three blood-red Command Seals there.

…………

Beyond reality, a place of exile.

There was no one there, only a still-living "corpse".

A deep darkness shrouded this place, and in the depths of that darkness raged a never-ending storm and the occasional flash of lightning.

In the occasional light, you can vaguely see a vast land composed of deep red rocks, and see several ancient pyramid-like buildings standing there. Behind the buildings, you can see the deep darkness and twinkling stars.

In this land of exile, where darkness and storms intertwine, there exist layers of collapsing and coalescing, seeking qualitative change. They are transparent, star-like star worms, the very essence of Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham.

They formed a silhouette constructed from layers upon layers of doors, a silhouette draped in crimson tides, its form constantly twisting and shifting, reflecting different planets and different regions. At the very center of these doors, the light shone through a blank, empty space. That was the current abode of Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham's spirit.

Just as the Miracle Worker can return from the mists of history and the Time Worm can be resurrected in his clones, Mr. Door, as the King of Angels among Kings of Angels, can certainly do something similar to "resurrection".

Especially now that the spirits have returned to Earth.

The "return to Earth" event seems to have directly triggered Bethel's ascension ritual. Having briefly returned to Earth, Bethel has undoubtedly completed his ascension and is now in the state of a "true god-level evil spirit."

Once one's soul leaves the "Holy Grail" there, the original body in the Land of Exile will immediately die, completing the resurrection, and its rank will only be reduced to Sequence Two.

As for why it's sequence two instead of sequence one...

Although Bethel knew perfectly well that Amon had only used His uniqueness and one Sequence One Extraordinary property, He could clearly sense that Amon had made some kind of deal with another long-haired, blond man He had never seen before at His "corpse." Amon had even separated the uniqueness and Sequence One property of the Gate Path and traded them to the man named "Otto Apocalypse."

Although He didn't seem to mind much.

Maintaining Sequence Two means there's no need to worry about the Lord of Mysteries' consciousness, no need to compete for the old positions, and sufficient power and longevity.

The number of angels in Sequence 2 is indeed sufficient.

He also noticed that the man named "Ceres Bruce" had written Him into the holy book of a true God, calling Him the "Lost Angel" under the seat of the Fool.

The name was indeed somewhat disrespectful to Him, but it also undeniably provided Him with an "anchor." Therefore, He also had to consider whether to join this "church of joy" after leaving the land of exile.

Today, a guest arrived at this deserted place, where only a still-living "corpse" remained.

It was a red-haired knight, whom Bethel remembered as "Silver Branch," with whom he had once fought. At that time, Bethel was still corrupted, and the knight had tried to save him.

He was a rather pure knight.

Bethel expressed his approval.

Although He did not know what the Seven Virtues of Chivalry were, He believed that this was how a knight should be.

He saw the knight come to his body, lance on the ground, and perform some kind of knightly salute. It was as if he were mourning, or perhaps showing respect.

"Unyielding angel, your actions inspire my admiration, and your spirit I cherish. Forgive me for breaking my promise and failing to save you with my own hands. Although you are about to be freed now, a broken promise is a broken promise, and I will not make excuses for my mistake. If we meet again somewhere in the universe in the future, I will apologize to you once more."

His tone was sincere and genuine; every word came from the heart.

"Please allow me to pay my respects to you with the weight of a rose."

Then he placed a bright red rose in front of Bethel's body.

Since his first departure from the "Land of Exile," he had tried countless times to return, but until Bethel was completely freed, the Land of Exile remained entirely isolated from reality, shrouded in the power of "natural disaster" and "secrets." Silverbranch tried for half a year without success. This burdened Silverbranch with immense guilt, and she could only numb herself by constantly doing good deeds.

But he felt there was no need to say it, since the fact that he had failed to keep his promise was already a given.

After paying her respects to Bethel, Silverbranch straightened up and began searching for her spaceship, "Rare and Unparalleled," in this land of exile.

This was something he left behind by accident after his first visit here.

But soon, Yinzhi realized that something was wrong.

His spaceship has disappeared; there is no trace of it anywhere.

This is impossible...

Yinzhi rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.

The Land of Exile is completely isolated from reality, and it's only natural that no one would come and go without the help of a powerful force. Even he only managed to enter the land with the help of his friend Serres.

Mr. Men is currently awaiting resurrection, so it's impossible that he took the spaceship.

and so……

Where did his ship go...?

The "Rare and Precious" is not just a spaceship for transportation, but also a very precious treasure of great significance to Silver Branch.

It was covered with his "glory and medals" as a knight.

There are scratches left by countless years, beautiful patterns drawn by his own hand, and blessings written by those he helped.

These are his precious treasures, the "beauty" in his heart, and things he would do everything in his power to defend.

Yinzhi frowned, seriously considering the possible destination of her spaceship.

Did someone steal his spaceship?

Name after name flashed through his mind, but he did not jump to conclusions, for to slander a good person would be a violation of chivalry.

Soon, he seemed to give up thinking and shook his head.

If you have no clue, then don't think about it for now.

However, he will probably be stuck on Earth for the foreseeable future.

In short, this must be a trial of pure beauty!
Whatever the situation, it's a trial of pure beauty.

Praise Idris.

(End of this chapter)