Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 506 The future looks bright...

Moretti's new home, on the second floor, in a room with a semi-open balcony featuring large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The autumn sun bathed the terrace not far away. Audrey and Estelle sat side by side on the off-white sofa. Audrey held a small tray in one hand and a burgundy teacup with a slice of lemon in the other. Estelle sat not far away beside her, smiling as she savored the small cakes that looked quite appealing but were, to her, "inferior desserts."

On their small round table covered with a lace-crocheted tablecloth, several delicate pastries and a pot of black tea that Klein recalled had appeared at Roselle's banquet were carefully arranged.

Klein sat on another sofa, opposite the small round table. Compared to the deliberately cultivated composure of his "Dawn Dantès" era and the madness of his "German Sparrow" era, Audrey now appeared more relaxed, leaning back slightly, his gaze gentle. This ease flowed from his body to his heart, as if some invisible burden had been lifted.

The brother and sister sat on a sofa a little further away from the floor-to-ceiling window, each holding a magazine open as a formality, but their attention was completely focused on Klein.

Benson didn't even notice that he had an outdated copy of "Lune Beauty Weekly" in his hand. He opened a page and saw Leonard, who had been Backlund's new "most beautiful girl" a few months ago, still holding the top spot.

I heard that the famous author Miss Fowles even wrote a book praising Leonard.

Compared to the restraint of his brother and sister, Klein was actually quite relaxed.

This applies to both the body and the mind.

Audrey had already noticed that Klein's taste was on the sweeter, oilier side with a hint of sourness.

I prefer sugar to milk when I drink coffee; I like to add lemon slices to my black tea; and of all pastries, my first choice is the kind with cream.

It's highly likely that they enjoy foie gras, love roasted chicken skin, prefer ribeye steak to beef tenderloin, and prefer Dixie pies to bread.

In addition, Audrey was absolutely certain that the other party was a spice lover with high standards for seasonings, and that his tastes in this regard were more inclined towards Duceyshire.

This is the writer; just by looking at the other person's physique and complexion, one can guess their eating habits pretty much.

Of course, this is on the premise that you are not facing a faceless person who is deliberately hiding.

Klein also poured himself a cup of black tea, adding two more slices of lemon.

With a smile, Audrey chatted casually with Klein about the specialties of her family's estate, and then compared them to the Rosewood Estate that Klein had painfully purchased during the "Dawn Dantes" era, naturally talking about the servants under her command.

This was an introduction to Klein, explaining the minimum requirements for purchasing a viscount's title, while subtly offering advice to prevent him from making mistakes. The lack of explicitness was to save face for Klein in front of his brother and sister, lest they realize that Klein actually knew nothing about this.

Although Klein could have easily ensured he wouldn't make the wrong choice through divination, he still accepted Audrey's kindness, reminisced, and briefly introduced the servants of his family's "Rose Manor."

Some of them stayed on the estate and continued their previous work. The output of the Rose Garden estate was more than enough to support them. There was even a considerable surplus that could be used to repair houses and donated to charities.

Klein does not currently reside at Rose Estate; he only sends an accountant, a deputy butler, and a staff member from his foundation there periodically for inspections.

Some felt that without a real employer, they couldn't fulfill their role and were unworthy of the salary they received, so they chose to resign and leave to find other jobs; others became interested in charity work, found a new meaning in life, and joined the foundation under Klein's name.

Audrey would occasionally ask a question, as if chatting with a friend. In just half an hour, Audrey had finished talking with Klein about everything that had happened to Benson and Melissa.

He did not receive any payment, just like when Klein helped Audrey kill Herwin Rambis before.

The atmosphere was just right. After finishing their casual conversation about the manor, Klein picked up his glass again, took a sip, and nodded in satisfaction.

After watching Klein eat another piece of cream cake, Audrey's blue eyes flickered slightly, and she said with a smile, "For angels, food doesn't seem to be a necessity anymore?"

“Yes, it’s just a hobby,” Klein replied simply, then added, “Including maintaining more of my humanity is also out of habit.”

"It can be used to maintain one's own humanity."

Audrey nodded matter-of-factly: "I know that. Mr. Devil mentioned in the group that the angels under Mr. Fool's command each have their own ways of maintaining their humanity. For example, the old angels like to raise their grandchildren, the sick angels like to give people nicknames, and the young angels like to act cute and eat ice cream..."

She paused for a moment, then added, "And there are also redemptive angels who maintain their humanity by being 'stingy'."

“Nobody’s money grows on trees,” Klein nodded matter-of-factly. “After all, I’m not the most dazzling diamond in Backlund.”

Audrey covered her mouth and chuckled: "If Mr. World shows his face more often, he might just become the most dazzling obsidian in Backlund."

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t Mr. World have descended as a heroic spirit?” Audrey looked at Melissa.

"Huh?" Melissa, who was pretending to read a magazine, was suddenly called on and seemed a little flustered, like a student who had been caught daydreaming in class.

“Yes.” Klein nodded, making no attempt to hide anything.

Audrey removed her gloves, openly displaying the Command Seals on the back of her hand to Melissa: "I am also a Master. Perhaps we can cooperate."

“Neither Miss Estelle nor I have any interest in the Holy Grail, and I certainly don’t want to go against Mr. World,” Audrey explained, and Estelle nodded in agreement.

It's an all-powerful wishing machine... If you throw a stone into Estádio's warehouse, it'll knock down a whole bunch of people.

Besides, the wish-granting machine has a limit to the number of wishes it can fulfill; it might not be as effective as sending a text message in the family group chat.

Audrey turned back to look at Klein, her voice soft, her head slightly tilted: "So, we are natural allies."

"This is a really fun game, would you like to try it out?"

Klein took off his top hat and pressed it to his chest: "I am honored to receive your invitation, beautiful Miss Diamond."

Not far away, Melissa, her face half-covered, nudged her brother Benson with her elbow, seemingly lost in thought.

The future looks bright...

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Intis, Zachwin City.

"See this? This is it." In front of Rosell was a screen displaying various data and information, including a map.

"Including this city, and the surrounding 12 cities, I will divide them all among you."

He did not turn around, and the six Silver City members standing behind him looked down at the light screen in front of Rosell.

These six individuals, led by Derrick, were all extraordinary beings who possessed the "Preservation Potion" and were there to perform, complete, or advance the ascension ritual of the "Amorous Guardian."

"Then you can develop technology and transform the city here, turning these backward cities into the advanced ones you have. Trust me, your potions will be able to be digested."

Russell talks nonsense.

But everything He said was true, an indisputable truth. He simply twisted "you work for me" into "I'm giving you a chance to learn."

Several VIPs nodded repeatedly, completely unaware that they had suffered any loss.

If Chief Colin were here, he could probably break free from the "Black Emperor's" level of "distorted thinking" and figure out the trickery involved, but unfortunately, no one, including Little Sun Derrick, had that ability.

“Mr. Russell, this is for you.” Derrick took out a blue bottle and handed it to Russell; this was the agreed-upon payment.

It was a blue bottle, but it looked a little different from ordinary bottles. It resembled an oval in the front and a long teardrop in the back, but the long tail at the back of the teardrop curved back, extending into the oval in the front, and opening on the other side of the oval. It was a Klein bottle, a rare object.

The title is: [The Genius's Confusion Time]
“Oh, thank you.” Russell took the bottle.

His eyes immediately became clear, like glass, with the numbers 0 and 1 flashing back rapidly.

He looked the bottle up and down as he spoke.

"It won't take too long, just show it to me."

As he spoke, His gaze passed through the bottle's opening and entered the "inside" of the bottle.

Countless pieces of information flooded into Roselle's brain, a feeling akin to when he used his extraordinary abilities to overwhelm his enemies during the reign of the "Knowledge Emperor."

Russell's mind was immediately filled with a large amount of redundant information and knowledge, his head almost exploded, and his thoughts were temporarily unable to move.

Unlike the Hidden Sages who mix useful and useless knowledge, this knowledge is full of practical information.

It might be a little too dry.

He froze there, his gaze not even having a chance to change.

A "Black Emperor" of Sequence Zero and an "Aggregator" of Angelic rank both experienced a mental breakdown at this moment, requiring them to mobilize all their mental energy to attempt to digest the information.

Everything from addition and subtraction within 10 to complex spatial structures, including micro-wormholes and imaginary subspace fields, entered Russell's brain at once.

After all, these things are considered "preschool knowledge" by MiTu, so of course they are put together.

This is like knowing that 1+1 equals 2, which makes it easy to understand the basic structure of a black hole; it's undisputed "common sense."

At least that's what Ms. Mitu thinks.

Time slowly rewinded, and after an unknown amount of time, even Derrick started yawning, Rosell's mind finally calmed down.

"call……"

Russell let out a long sigh of relief.

His temples throbbed, giving him a headache.

Although as a mythical creature, He could easily remove His own head and replace it with another, this is a mental pain, and replacing His head would not solve the problem.

“Have you kept you waiting, gentlemen?” Roselle smiled and handed the strange object back to Derrick.

"Mr. Russell understands?" Derrick's eyes widened.

They spent months studying Silver City and barely understood a small part of it, yet Roselle finished so quickly?

As expected of a true god, he's incredibly fast; it was over in a flash.

“No…” Rosell smiled and shook his head. “I’ve only ‘remembered’ it; it will take some time before I can ‘understand’ it.”

“It’s quite remarkable that you can remember that,” Derrick praised sincerely.

The scholars of Silver City barely understood less than one percent of it, yet they were able to successfully create a folded space that overlapped with real space.

Although Russell has now memorized everything in it, and although he hasn't fully understood it yet, he believes that it's only a matter of time before he does.

But Rosell wasn't actually that proud.

He is the "Emperor of Knowledge"... the "Aggregator"...

Understanding "preschool knowledge" is so difficult now, and even playing with a "educational toy" is a struggle.

He simply couldn't imagine what the world looked like in the eyes of those "geniuses".

Anyway, He felt that his future was bleak.

My self-confidence was brutally crushed.

But soon, he compared himself to Stiano, the god of steam and machinery.

Russell immediately perked up again.

At least He is smarter than the god of civilization.

Won Ma.

"Alright, then I won't bother you any longer." Rosell waved his hand. "Now these twelve cities belong to you. You can rename them 'New Silver City' or merge them directly, it's up to you."

His phone started vibrating wildly in his pocket.

Stiano, a symbol of civilization and technology, seems to have sensed something and, in her guise as a virtual singer, frantically attacks Trossel on her phone.

Rosell's lips curled up slightly, but when he thought of his son who had been corrupted by Stiano, he almost fainted, and his lips fell back down.

He waved goodbye to the people of Silver City.
"Then I'm leaving. You guys have fun. Bye-bye." With that, Rosell's figure twisted and he left the spot.

The members of Silver City looked at the map they had just drawn and exchanged bewildered glances.

A few seconds later, it was a burly man who was three meters tall who spoke.

"Elder Derrick, did you bring any money?"

"..."

Derrick fell even more silent.

He hasn't developed the habit of buying things with money yet.

A few more seconds passed, and Derrick shook his head.

“Let’s build a spatial passage connecting the new Silver City first,” Derrick said.

A simple spatial teleportation channel, which is also the knowledge contained in the wonder of [The Genius's Confusion Time], belongs to the chapter "Simple Practical Application and Basic Theory of Wormholes".

The members rallied their spirits.

Their Silver City is getting better and better, and its future is bright.

(End of this chapter)