Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 86: The th Tarot Club, Derrick's Light Farmer Form Makes a Shining Appearance
Around two o'clock on Monday afternoon, Klein ascended the gray fog in advance to summon Little Sun.

In the City of Silver, Derrick, the farmer's apprentice who had become a chanter and had initially mastered the technique of five whips per second, felt the call of Mr. Fool.

Charles looked up at the sky where he couldn't tell the time at all, then looked down at the small and exquisite watch on his wrist: "Well, it's Monday afternoon. I'll help you tell the time from now on."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Charles." After a thousand heartbeats, Derrick, guided by the crimson light, ascended the gray fog with his spiritual body.

Derrick logged into his account on Sefirah Castle and arrived at the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence.

After becoming a Beyonder, the pattern on the back of the seat behind Derrick quickly changed, becoming a mystical symbol representing the sun.

After a half-second pause, the symbol of the sun changed again. A thin wavy line extended from the right side and circled the sun, like a whip.

"Congratulations, Mr. Chanter." Klein opened his spiritual vision and saw that deep within Derrick's etheric body, the mottled colors had turned pure, like the morning light waving a whip.

Derrick makes a dazzling appearance in his Light Farmer form.

Black retreat, white will win!

Huh? Isn't my code name the Sun? Derrick thought about it vaguely for a while, and finally realized it.

Oh, Mr. Fool is talking about me becoming a Beyonder.

Derrick lowered his head again and replied modestly, "This is all thanks to your help. This is just the beginning."

Huh? Little Sun, how come you've also learned to flatter?
You're not Little Sun! Who are you? Damn it, get out of Little Sun's body! Look at me using the white holy water specially made by the priest...

Klein took out his silver pocket watch, glanced at it, and chuckled before speaking:
"Then let's start the party. Remember, the frequency, or interval, will be about the same from now on."

As he spoke, he established a connection with the crimson star that symbolized "justice," "devil," and "the Hanged Man," and pulled the three members back into the magnificent palace that resembled a giant's residence.

As soon as Audrey took in the scene in front of her, she immediately greeted him in a cheerful tone: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. I have another page from Emperor Roselle's diary here."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon, Mr. Devil."

After a round of greetings, Audrey turned to Derrick and said impatiently, "Good afternoon, Mr. Sun. Did you get the 'Psychoanalyst' formula?"

"Yes, I've got the psychoanalyst's formula." Derrick nodded. He wasn't panicking at all. After Mr. Devil brought the seeds and the method for growing them in the God-Forsaken Land, Derrick now had the authorization of all the residents of Silver City. He only needed to give the Chief a heads-up to mobilize almost 90% of Silver City's resources.

Derrick had never been so wealthy since he was born.

Behind him was the entire Silver City, and Derrick felt like he was about to turn into light.

This is what Mr. Charles said, the power of white voters, Derrick thought.

He had originally planned to try to buy it on the black market. But the chief waved his hand and said, "Take it, take it all. Use my card." Yes, Silver City does have a black market. Serris had been astonished when he first visited Silver City.

No, buddy, there is a black market in a tiny place like yours?

If Serris had walked a little faster, he could have crossed the entire Silver City in just over ten minutes. Why did you guys still come to the black market?
With Klein's assistance, Derrick materialized the psychoanalyst's potion formula.

While Audrey was memorizing the formula, Derrick faced Ceris.

"Mr. Demon, thank you for your help. This is the first time we have eaten food from the outside world." Sun Derrick was the first to thank Serris.

Although he had expressed his gratitude many times, Derrick still couldn't help but feel grateful whenever he thought of the bread made from wheat.

That was the first time he ate food that was not hard, not bitter, sweet, and not contaminated.

At that time, a food taster from Baiyin City knelt on the ground and hugged each other and cried loudly after eating the flour. The security personnel nearby thought he was about to lose control.

"Don't worry about it. After all, your chief has given me a lot of extraordinary materials." Serris waved his hand nonchalantly.

That same night after completing the transaction, Serris left the God-Forsaken Land. Although the environment there wasn't particularly harsh for him, staying would be a waste of time if he could leave.

He didn't leave Silver City with any rare artifacts like the universal synthesizer. Firstly, a synthesizer isn't a printer; its focus is on synthesis, not creation. If he were to use Silver City's materials to synthesize something, who knows what he could come up with.

Secondly, even if there were rare artifacts like the Ether Cassette that could edit reality, the City of Silver couldn't afford to pay for them. He'd help with a small favor, but overt favoritism would inevitably arouse suspicion. If offering help out of kindness still drew suspicion, then Ceris might as well feed the dog; at least the dog would wag its tail.

Thinking of this, Serris suddenly chuckled.

This could be considered a lesson learned. After all, he was still an enthusiastic young man when he first arrived in the Collapse Iron Universe. After all, he was just a pure and foolish college student, so he knew what he knew. But the people of the Thieves' Kingdom actually taught him a lesson... Consider it tuition.

Alger remained expressionless, his pupils constricted. Audrey paused memorizing the formula and looked up in surprise.

Mr. Devil could actually enter the God-forsaken Land! This was incredible.

Alger was thinking more deeply. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly at Serris.

[Look at how scared you are to the child. You are almost jumping from a sailor to a fortune teller.]

Klein, on the other hand, looked calm. He had witnessed many incredible things about the Fate Walker in the simulated universe. In addition, his understanding of the border of the God-Forsaken Land was limited to "angels blocking the door." In his opinion, perhaps Ceris had taken a detour.

But soon, Alger cheered up again. This was Mr. Fool's kingdom of God, and no one was nobler than anyone else.

(End of this chapter)