Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 545 The Fool's Visit

Perhaps it's because he's already adapted to the rank of Sequence One and the extraordinary abilities of Sequence Two. This promotion feels rather ordinary to Klein, lacking the distinct sense of being far stronger than before he was promoted.

Several hound heads, their eye sockets burning with flames, peered over.

A ripple ran beneath Klein's clothes, and several illusory, semi-transparent arms seemed to pass through the fabric as if piercing through the air.

The number of arms corresponded exactly to the number of Fugen Hounds, and each Fugen Hound that came over was patted on the head.

They all seemed to enjoy it.

Klein knew that they were all "guardians of the Source Castle," and in a sense, they were all his own family's guards.

Therefore, during the promotion just now, Klein deliberately controlled himself and did not enter the form of a mythical creature to avoid accidentally harming these Hounds of Fortune who were not ranked at Sequence Three.

Hmm... perhaps Arodes would be quite hostile towards them? Klein thought.

"Compared to the fog of history, you seem to prefer staying with me," Klein asked with a slight upturn of his lips.

A few barks from the dogs answered Klein's question.

Klein smiled with satisfaction.

“Very good.” Klein nodded seriously. “From now on, you will be the ‘Guardian Beasts’ of the Church of Fools.”

"Congratulations on passing the civil service exam!"

He looked at the hand that had just held the vortex of the Spirit Insect.

“From this day forward, you are no longer ordinary dogs. You are dogs with merit, dogs that have been granted titles. From now on, no one but me has the right to bully you.”

He didn't know if they understood, but Klein could sense their joy.

The Hounds of Fugen huddled together around Klein, vying to get close to him.

Klein was very pleased.

Although he is a cat lover, that doesn't stop him from liking cute dogs.

After all, there's a simp at home.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, displaying a message: "My dear master, I have a feeling you're thinking of me..."

Unfortunately, there was no response.

Klein is completely addicted to petting dogs.

"After this Holy Grail War is over, you'll be responsible for wandering through the historical fog surrounding my brother and sister. Help them out if needed, okay?" Klein asked, choosing a seemingly docile Hound of Fortune.

"Woof." Fugen's dog barked like a normal dog.

"Great." Klein smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

After finishing, Klein stood up, clapped his hands, and the semi-transparent curtain behind him was pulled back open.

"Alright, I should go now. That's all for today, meeting adjourned."

…………

Above the gray fog, Klein's figure reappeared.

As soon as he appeared on the gray fog, he immediately felt the fog tremble, and felt as if he could now manipulate the gray fog at will.

He raised his hand to look at his palm, subconsciously wanting to try out the extraordinary "Sequence Zero" ability brought by the mask.

But this time, the mask's power failed.

failed?
The mask failed to grant him Sequence Zero abilities, and due to his advancement to Sequence Two, he also lost the corresponding Sequence One abilities.

"What's going on?" Klein was a little stunned.

He remembered that the mask's ability was to borrow power from his future self. So, did this mean he wouldn't become Sequence Zero in the future?
The thought flashed through Klein's mind, and then another possibility came to mind.

No, he was quite certain that he had now obtained the position of sequence zero.

Especially on the Source Castle, he had a gut feeling that he was absolutely no weaker than any true god.

and so……

It is because he lacks the "uniqueness" of a fool.

Uniqueness means that there is no second one in the entire universe.

In other words, before he gains uniqueness, the mask's power can only elevate his status, but he cannot "borrow" the power itself.

"I see..." Klein lowered his hand with some disappointment.

He also wanted to test the Fool's abilities right now.

Ok……

Uniqueness...

Klein's gaze pierced through the gray fog below, seemingly drawn by some convergence, and looked toward a hidden mountain range.

The territory of the goddess of the night.

Klein made his judgment immediately.

But new problems arose.

What could he offer in exchange for uniqueness from the goddess of the night?
After thinking for a moment, he materialized paper and pen from the gray mist and wrote in fluent English.

"Dear Goddess of the Night, greetings."

"It's been a few months since we last met. I wonder how your Warrior Path Uniqueness is progressing."

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you. I believe there's something about me that might interest you. Although I don't know what it is, I won't forget your repeated investments in me."

Please allow me to visit you this Wednesday at 5 p.m.

After thinking for a moment, Klein wrote in his signature.

"Zhou Mingrui."

After checking it over, there were no flaws. Klein nodded in satisfaction.

"Ah, very good."

Given his current status, anything manifested in the gray mist could be preserved for over a century even without his intervention. Therefore, he could directly use this piece of paper as a letter.

The letter folded automatically and was then wrapped in an envelope.

Finally, the symbol that existed behind Klein's high-backed chair, representing "The Fool," consisting of a partial eyeless eye and a partial twisted line, appeared at the seal.

Klein was stunned for a moment when the pattern appeared.

At some point, a smiling face representing joy entered the design and became part of Klein's symbol. Surrounding the symbol is a circular border that resembles a knot.

“This is my current holy emblem…” Klein muttered. “It seems the Holy Emblem of the Church of Fools should also be changed.”

As he spoke, Klein manifested a projection of his clone world. With a flick of his wrist, the envelope flew into the world and was caught by his clone.

After doing all this, Klein casually let the semi-transparent "velvet curtain" on the table merge into the huge dome above his head, leaned back in his chair, materialized the pocket watch, closed his eyes to calm his mind, and waited for the afternoon tarot meeting to begin.

Ten minutes later.

One after another, crimson stars lit up around the long table, solidifying into different human figures.

(End of this chapter)