Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 571 Meeting
Klein strode steadily and quietly into the dark prayer hall.

The hall was dimly lit, as if shrouded in an endless night, with only the Black Night emblem on the altar faintly shimmering with a silvery glow, like a projection of tranquil starlight.

Like the most devout believer, he glanced at the rows of empty benches, and finally chose an inconspicuous spot in the corner, quietly sitting down and immersing himself in this sacred tranquility, as if afraid that the slightest extra sound would disturb the peaceful slumber.

Everyone knows that the Fool's Church's prayer gestures are just an impersonation of believers from other churches.

Everyone watched as Klein stepped down from the carriage bearing the "Fool's Emblem," sat down, and began to pray without raising any questions.

However, everyone felt that this believer in the Fool was being far too audacious.

This is provoking the Church of the Night right to their doorstep... no, it's provoking them right into their bedroom, so why hasn't the priest thrown him out yet?

He glanced at the emblem of night on the altar, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and softly recited:
"The goddess of night, higher than the stars, and older than eternity."

"You are the Mother of Secrets."

"Queen of Calamity and Fear, Lord of Sleep and Silence."

As he chanted, Klein, with his eyes closed, gradually calmed down and became peaceful, as if he had entered a state of half-dream and half-awake.

This feeling flashed by, and the faint gray mist surrounding Klein, invisible to ordinary people, spontaneously grafted the "awakening" of a Klein from history onto the present Klein.

Klein instantly regained his senses.

However, he did not open his eyes, allowing himself to enter the dream while fully conscious.

He opened his eyes again very quickly.

Before his eyes appeared an endless darkness, with clumps of night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers at his feet.

It was so quiet here that even breathing seemed to disturb the invisible slumbering beings.

This is the Dark Kingdom, the divine realm of the Goddess of Night.

Before Klein could even look around, a figure suddenly descended from the depths of darkness.

This divine kingdom clearly had no distinction between sky and earth, yet the figure seemed to originate from the high-hanging red moon or stars.

He wore a layered yet simple dark gown, adorned with countless sparkles, as if he had draped the starry night sky over himself.

Her head was indistinct and difficult to see clearly, but it was certain that she was a woman.

Although this deep, tranquil aura was eroding the faint gray mist around Klein, Klein did not unleash his "Mysterious Realm".

Although it was his first time being a god and he had little experience, he instinctively felt that it was very impolite to establish his own divine kingdom within the kingdoms of other gods.

At least when the goddess of night and the earth goddess visited Roselle, neither of them opened their divine kingdoms.

Such behavior usually only occurs when the kingdoms of two true gods clash.

Although he couldn't see the face, Klein could sense the goodwill and perceive that the other person was smiling. It seemed that [Pleasure] was even more sensitive to emotions than the secrecy of the night.

Amanises smiled and nodded slightly, bowing slightly:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

His voice was beautiful and gentle, like a lullaby at night.

Klein returned the greeting in a gentlemanly manner:

Good afternoon, Goddess of the Night.

The goddess of night created a table in her dream, on which were placed desserts.

The two sat down one after the other.

"I think you should know why I'm here."

Klein returned the smile. "Of course."

Amanises replied.

Its two hands are folded over its lower abdomen, while the other four hands are wrapped around its chest or its palms are placed together.

“I will entrust you with the uniqueness of the Fool, and I believe you can embrace it.”

"But as you guessed, I have some things I need you to do."

"What do you need me to do?" Klein asked, as if deep in thought.

Although I've basically guessed it, I still need to confirm it.

The dream projection of Amanises, the goddess of night, spoke with a hint of a smile:
"I need the water of the River of Eternal Darkness."

really……

For Klein, this answer was not surprising at all; in fact, it was exactly what he had expected, giving him the feeling that the second shoe had finally dropped.

He considered it for a moment and said:

"Is it just river water?"

"Perhaps I can help you graft a part of it into your divine kingdom, forming a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness."

The dream projection of Amanisis, the goddess of night, gently shook her head and said:
“You can’t graft the ‘River of Eternal Darkness’ yet. You’ll understand when you get to the depths of Calderon.”

"Even with the help of the Source Castle, it's impossible?" Klein asked.

"It's difficult," the Goddess of the Night replied tactfully.

"There are some things I'll ask you when you get back."

"Or rather, you will naturally find out after you are promoted."

“I have some guesses,” Klein replied.

Amanisis, the goddess of night, remained silent for a few seconds.

“You are very clever,” He said.

Before Klein could respond, He added:
"The River of Eternal Darkness poses unusual dangers for you. You'd better wait until you're mentally stable before going there."

Klein blinked and said with a smile, "You noticed too?"

“Leonard can be considered one of my patrons, though.” Amanisis nodded.

"Okay. I understand."

Although Klein was unsure what he would encounter deep within Calderon City, he knew that his current state was not suitable for adventure, especially one involving source matter.

Klein picked up the teacup on the table, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

It tastes great, but he doesn't know how to appreciate tea.

Klein began to survey this divine realm of the Goddess of Night, while chatting with her about some less important matters.

After a while, Klein put down his teacup, got up and took his leave.

The figures before his eyes blurred rapidly, and the night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers beneath his feet flew up one after another, filling the darkness.

He immediately opened his eyes and saw the dimly lit hall and the pure light shining through the holes in the wall, which looked like stars set in a velvety night sky.

(End of this chapter)