Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 510 Emlyn's Philosophy of Dolls
Upon hearing Mr. Fool's words, Leonard, who had almost panicked, finally felt relieved.

The Fool called him "Mr. Lover," bestowing upon him a title, which at least implies that the Fool acknowledged him...

Hmm... it can't be that Mr. Fool accidentally pulled Him up here, and just to save face he had to pretend he didn't chase Him away...

No way...

The others shared similar thoughts, believing that Mr. Fool had approved of the new member.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Amon clapped his hands. "There's no need to be so wary of me."

“Of course, of course, I know you may be wary of the Amon you know, but I am not Him.” Amon raised his hands in surrender.

“You’re not Him?” Rosell raised an eyebrow.

He could indeed see that there was a "disharmony" between this Ammon and the overall Ammon, but there was too little information to know the specifics, so He could only guess.

“Yes, with Mr. Fool’s help, I broke away from Amon’s entire group.” Amon adjusted his monocle.

"Later, with the help of Mr. Fool, I successfully killed Amon, who was the original body, and took his place, becoming the real 'Amon'."

"So, Mr. Fool is like a second parent to me~."

[Amon's father's group has grown by another member.]

Amon spoke sincerely and truthfully, and his expressions as he looked at the other members around him were earnest and serious.

Everything He said was the truth, but none of it was complete.

The first "Mr. Fool" refers to "Aha," the greatest fool in the entire universe, while the second "Mr. Fool" refers to "Cerris," who is the Masked Fool.

As for the help Klein provided, that was certainly true.

Using Klein as bait to fish, stealing the aura of the Source Castle from Klein, and leveraging the portion of the deceptive authority that Klein possesses in the Source Castle...

Although none of this was done with Klein's consent, how can it not be considered help?

He, Amun, is a "Mr. Fool" inside and out, a truly good citizen.

Russell found it very interesting.

He who is now attempting to contain the "Trentost Brass Book" can be certain that everything Ammon said is true.

However, Roselle, who wields the power of distortion, can sense that Amon is subtly manipulating the narrative.

But so what?

As long as it's fun.

“Hmm…” Rosell leaned back in his chair. “What He said is true, I can testify to it.”

real or fake?

Most members of the Tarot Club seemed skeptical.

But with the double guarantee of two true gods, Mr. Fool and Emperor Roselle, they wouldn't say anything more.

Priestess Alicia rested her chin on her hand on the table, looking at Amon diagonally opposite her. She guessed that he was the one in the tavern and waved to him gently.

Hi~.

"Hi~," Amon waved in response.

Unlike Amon, who immediately "interacted happily" with the others, Sharon, also a newcomer, simply sat there quietly, like a breathing doll.

Audrey realized that Sharon simply didn't want to talk, so she didn't disturb her and gave her ample personal space. Beside Sharon, Judge Hugh tried to communicate with her.

Sharon listened quietly, nodding occasionally in response, but remained silent.

Clearly, while she was a good listener, she wasn't a very suitable conversation partner.

He didn't make any sound except for replying with "hmm".

This didn't embarrass Hugh, but it still made it impossible for the conversation to continue.

Across the long table, Emlyn looked at Sharon with a mixture of longing and regret in his eyes.

"She would be perfect if she couldn't speak or move," Emlyn muttered to himself.

His voice was barely audible, almost inaudible. But as the master of Source Castle, Klein still heard it.

World Goreman Sparrow turned his head slightly and looked at Emlyn.

Just then, Emlyn also moved his head and looked at Mr. World, who happened to know his preferences.

Looking at Gehrman Sparrow's expression, Mulin curled the corner of his mouth and said, "Actually, although I like dolls, I'm not a pervert. Although I like both exquisite and beautiful dolls and beautiful and pure girls, it inevitably makes me feel a little strange if they are combined."

"Isn't this outrageous enough?" Mr. World chuckled.

But Emlyn wasn't angry; he just smiled.

"Yes, I believe that each of my dolls has its own personality and its own story. If they suddenly come to life but are not what I imagined, I will be very disappointed and worried... If I were to transfer the feelings I have for them onto someone else, it would not only be a betrayal of the dolls, but also a betrayal of myself."

This is Emlyn's philosophy of puppetry.

I get the feeling that Emlyn is the kind of person who'll lose control if he betrays the dolls...

Klein silently complained to himself.

There are just too many flaws here...

“I think if there were a path named [Doll], you could go very far on it,” World Gehrman said in a low voice.

“If it really existed, I would be very happy,” Emlyn said. “Of course, I’ve also fantasized that if I had the chance to get the Puppet Potion and let each puppet get a little bit of it, I might be willing to try it.”

"Once upon a time?" the world repeated the word.

“Yes, it used to be.” Emlyn proudly raised his chin.

"Although I refuse to become the [negative subtree] of the Abundance Pathway Sequence 5, my research will not stop immediately."

“Long before I became a great count, I had already developed a potion that could bring dolls to life.”

"Although their intelligence is currently comparable to that of real humans, I believe that before long, before I become a vampire marquis, I am confident that I can bring them back to life completely."

"Hiss..." Klein gasped.

Oh my, steamed goose heart from my private kitchen...

It turns out to be the power of a homebody.

Is this the power of the Zhai? The OC people are terrifyingly powerful...

Perhaps one day he will discover that after Emlyn becomes a true powerhouse, all the anchors originated from his puppets.

(End of this chapter)