Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 509 The Tarot Club's "Temperance" Miss and "Lover" Mr.

After hearing his father's teachings, Amon nodded thoughtfully.

That's it...

He turned his gaze back to Scott.

Amon heard the words of the ancient sun god, and so did Scott.

Scott's lone wolf instincts immediately detected the danger to his life.

Therefore, he decisively chose to cut his losses and abandon what was most useless to him in an attempt to seek the possibility of reconciliation.

"Hey, I've noticed you're just too serious about things," Scott said, patting Amon on the shoulder and laughing it off.

It was about dignity! Scott chose to abandon his dignity!
But he seemed more relaxed; perhaps he had simply shed some burden.

Scottmon has evolved!
"Yes, that's true to some extent." Amon nodded in agreement.

"Oh, this is a gift for you guys, just a little joke. Just trying to lighten the mood. You know, all that mech stuff is smashed... Doesn't that hurt the harmony?"

"Really? Well, your gift isn't very good quality." Amon adjusted his monocle.

"Oh dear, it's my fault for not being prepared. I didn't check the goods before leaving home, which resulted in receiving a counterfeit." Scott looked quite regretful. "Sigh, it's really not good to leave such an impression on a friend from afar on our first meeting..."

"Yes, so how are you going to make it up to me?" Amon said with a smile. "How about you perform a talent?"

“Hey, you’ve come to the right person.” Scott suddenly revealed a rather proud expression. “You may not know this, but our Interstellar Peace Corporation has always valued versatility.”

“Really?” Amon seemed very interested.

“Absolutely.” Scott hesitated for a moment, then patted the stick on his shoulder. “You see, I carry a stick with me all the time. What does that mean? It means I’m actually a seasoned pole dancer.”

"Huh?" Amon's tone rose. "Shall we have a bit?"

"Sure, give us a segment."

Watching this scene from not far away, Fowles had a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Hmm... why do I feel like they're doing a stand-up comedy routine?"

This thing even has a straight man and a funny man...

It's quite comprehensive.

Oh, right, and there's her in the audience too.

That would be even better.

While Fowles was thinking, Scott's pole dancing had already begun.

He slammed the stick in his hand on the ground, lifted the company's employee uniforms, and began his "singing and dancing" to the accompaniment of melodious music.

Where did the background music come from?

Fowles looked around.

“It’s me.” Serres appeared behind Fowles at some point and patted her on the shoulder.

"Ah!" Fowles was startled. "Mr. Devil, do you walk without making a sound?"

"This is called 'leaving no trace in the snow,' I learned it from one of my buddies." Serres said, carrying a huge speaker.

Serres carried a speaker in one hand and held a phone in the other, watching and recording.

"Tsk, I knew it! When a man's on fire, what chance do women have?"

Russell also appeared next to Fowles, startling him once again.

This made her feel like her spiritual intuition was just for show, which bothered her a bit.

But then she thought, if her intuition really had any effect on the two people beside her, then she was most likely possessed.

“Hmm? Didn’t you used to be uninterested in men?” Serres turned to ask Rosell.

"Well, how should I put it?" Rosell carefully chose his words. "Stiano has indeed been working quite hard lately, and... his cross-dressing is quite impressive. Hmm... you can understand, right?"

“Of course,” Serres nodded firmly, “in terms of experience in this area, you don’t even have a fraction of what I do.”

Russell agreed: "Indeed, at least I have no interest in non-humanoids."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, glanced at it, and sighed.

"Sigh, if only she were a woman."

“Hey, that’s what you don’t know,” Serres immediately retorted. “This thing is like a diamond. The more it resembles glass, the more valuable it is.”

"But if it's real glass, then it's worthless."

"Oh, you're quite the foodie."

"That is……"

Fowles, standing beside him, kept his eyes down, pretending to be deaf and unable to hear anything.

Stiano...He...

Could it be the god of steam and machinery...?

After all, Fowles was a half-believer of the god of steam and machinery, so she dared not listen to these words.

Soon, the song ended, Scott stopped dancing, and Serres turned off the sound system.

"Amazing, amazing." Amon clapped generously. "Now that you've finished dancing, I'll be leaving."

"Hey, take care." Scott, his clothes half-concealed, rubbed his hands together.

Serres silently moved closer to Scott from behind.

"Scott, oh Scott..."

"When you're trying to skirt the line, do you ever think back to when you were little, and your dad, wearing a white princess dress, asked you if you were pretty?"

[The warm-hearted guy is lining up behind the dog... wait, that's not right!]

Scott knew who it was without even turning around.

"I knew it... I knew it..." he murmured softly.

His voice became louder and louder.

"I knew it! This bad luck must be related to you." Scott turned around abruptly and swung the stick in his hand at Serres, who easily dodged it with a sidestep.

"Oh, don't get so angry." Serres wasn't angry at all. "Calm down, calm down."

Scott swung his stick, then immediately deflated: "Forget it, I should have thought of that sooner."

"Honestly, I really don't want to see you here. After all, you're the second most hated person in the world."

“Oh, really?” Serris put on an awkward expression. “Thank you for disliking me, but I already have someone I dislike, so I can’t accept your dislike.”

I'm not confessing my feelings to you!

"Huh? Why did you connect this to confessing your feelings?" Serres suddenly became serious. "I was clearly saying that I hate you."

"But I'm not number one?" Serres rested his chin on his hand, looking quite frustrated.

"Of course, I'm number one!" Xing's voice came from above; it was Xing standing on the rooftop of the building behind him.

After saying that, she suddenly made a leap of faith and jumped off the roof.

A superhero-style landing!
“You’re quite self-aware.” Scott wasn’t surprised at all that Xing was here.

"Don't say that, you little rascal," Xing said carefree.

"Don't call me that!" Scott snapped.

"laugh."

“Speaking of which… where is Bai E?” Serris didn’t see Bai E around the star.

“He went to walk the pink puppy,” Xing replied.

"..."

“Father, you should already know him. Serres, a true Outer God.” Amon returned to the side of the ancient sun god. “The other three are.”

“Hmm.” The ancient sun god nodded. “This is indeed somewhat different from what I imagined.” “Imagine?” Amon hadn’t expected the ancient sun god to use such an uncertain word.

“Yes, imagination.” The ancient sun god nodded. “My omniscience and omnipotence cannot observe him; I can only do so through ‘imagination’.”

“Is that so?” Amon looked in Serres’s direction again.

“Joy…” The ancient sun god raised his head and looked at the sky, “Although I don’t quite agree with it, it is indeed a way out.”

“I thought you would object,” Amon said with a smile.

“Sometimes, drawing a line in the sand and confining oneself is indeed, in a sense, an undeniable form of ‘protection,’” said the ancient sun god.

“Oh, right, Father.” Amon clasped his hands together and pressed them against his face. “That Fool held a party inside Source Castle called the ‘Tarot Club.’ I think…”

"You have to ask him yourself about this. I won't help you." The ancient sun god's tone was like telling his youngest son, who had just started kindergarten, to make some friends.

“Okay…” Amon pushed up his monocle.

“If you are sincere enough, I believe he will not refuse,” the ancient sun god added.

…………

Monday, 2:50 p.m.

The prayer room of the Church of Joy.

The decor here is as chaotic as ever, more like a pub or circus than a church.

Klein sat down in an inconspicuous corner, took off his tall top hat, and began to make prayer-like gestures like a devout believer.

However, he didn't actually pray to anyone. Instead, his thoughts suddenly soared, and following some kind of connection, he ascended to the Source Castle.

He no longer needs to walk four steps backward; with just a thought, he can ascend the Source Castle in an instant.

Arriving above the gray fog and sitting in his assigned spot, Klein casually put away the spirit insects on the bronze table in front of him.

Several memories quickly entered Klein's mind.

These are all minor matters that the Spirit Insects will handle themselves.

"A prayer from the Southern Continent?" Klein found one in those memories.

"Hmm...it's the messenger's prayer..."

Klein suddenly felt a little guilty.

The messenger recommends someone to join the Tarot Club.

Klein knew this person; it was Sharon.

"Ah, that's no problem," Klein muttered.

Klein approves of both Miss Messenger and Miss Sharon's character.

The fact that Miss Messenger could write something into the Holy Scriptures for Serres suggests that Klein could imagine their relationship in the original timeline. As for Miss Sharon…

Klein couldn't imagine what kind of bad person could be someone who could spend every day with Alicia.

Klein lowered his gaze to one of the deep red stars below.

That star represents Miss Sharon. Two days ago, she also prayed to Klein, and the spirit worm, which possesses part of Klein's thoughts, gave a "pending" answer.

Now, after being "reviewed" by Klein himself, Klein has decided to approve Miss Sharon's request to join the membership.

Since he hadn't thought of it beforehand, there wasn't enough time, so Klein didn't bring Sharon up to draw cards earlier.

Klein gathered a dozen tarot cards in front of him and casually drew one.

[control].

Hmm, not surprising at all.

Klein smiled and immediately decided on Miss Sharon's code name.

Speaking of which, isn't the Rose School now considered an affiliated organization of the Church of Pleasure?
As Klein pondered this, he extended his spirituality and connected with Miss Sharon.

Through the gray fog, Sharon could be seen sitting properly on the sofa, as if waiting for guests.

It seems she already knows the time of the weekly meeting and is waiting for notification.

Very conscientious, that's good, you didn't keep your superiors waiting.

Klein smiled, established contact with Sharon, and with a gentle pull, simultaneously sent a message to the deep red star that symbolized Sharon.

That's the [Temperance] card that Klein just drew.

At that moment, just as Klein was pulling people, another crimson star established contact with him.

It seems there was some kind of error; Klein accidentally changed "pull one person" to "pull everyone with a high degree of connection".

All the stars in the Tarot Club, including those two, were brought up at once.

Klein's eyes widened immediately.

not good!

I'm completely dumbfounded!
Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog.

Crimson rays of light rose up and solidified into different human figures.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~

Justice Audrey's cheerful voice rang out.

All members, including Audrey, were present at this "meeting venue".

Audrey habitually glanced around, her gaze immediately settling on the two newly appeared members.

It was a man and a woman.

Through the gray fog, one could see that the man among the new members was wearing a black wizard's hat, had a slender figure, and appeared to be wearing a monocle.

The new female member to Audrey's right, separated by several people, was dressed in a long court dress, giving her an inexplicable "doll-like" quality.

Amon?

Almost simultaneously, everyone turned their attention to Amon, even ignoring Sharon, who was also a new member.

Although shrouded in gray fog, Amon's distinctive monocle immediately revealed his identity.

Leonard almost jumped off his chair.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Amon greeted the people around him with a smile.

“You can call me… um…” A few golden lights flashed in His eyes, instantly analyzing the structure of the members, “Um, you can call me Mr. Lover.”

He quickly gave himself a code name.

The veins on Klein's forehead throbbed.

Did I pull you? You've even come up with a code name for yourself.

Klein took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, shrouded in the gray mist.

He glanced at Serres, then at Rosell, and felt a little more confident.

Forget it.

Klein comforted himself.

He could sense that the one drawing the gray mist was Amon, who had embarked on a path of pleasure, and whose personality was indeed much better than his original self.

At least there's no conflict between him and Klein.

Moreover, with Serres and Roselle present, Klein wasn't too worried about Him causing any trouble.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Klein tapped the bronze table three times, drawing everyone's attention.

"Let me introduce you and welcome our new members," Klein gestured to the two new members.

"Lady of Temperance, and...Mr. Lover."

(End of this chapter)