Mystery: A Spark

"The one who wields...good fortune...the king of yellow and black..."

"Save me, save me..."

Save her? Judging from her appearance, she seems to be out of control. The one next to her should be Hugh, and this must be Hugh's companion. They should both be familiar with Arthur... But her hair is growing at a visible speed, and the stratum corneum of her skin is already covered with an eerie white light. How could I possibly save her in this condition... Klein observed carefully for several seconds, thinking with considerable difficulty.

Just then, he discerned a faint, illusory, and indistinct murmur in the woman's pained pleas.

Yes, delirium!

This was similar to the terrifying mutterings heard before entering the gray fog, but it didn't feel crazy or evil at all, and it didn't contain any obvious malice.

“It seems this lady is close to losing control because she heard those delirious words… If she stops hearing them, will she calm down and get better?” Klein thoughtfully reached out his hand towards the ripples of light.

Immediately afterwards, he allowed his spirituality to surge forth wildly, establishing a solid, mystical connection.

Fors's mind became increasingly confused. She felt as if her thoughts were like boiling water, constantly bubbling and trying to break free from the restraints on her head.

"Am I dying...? Even Mr. Fool can't save me..." The thought had barely crossed her mind when a tidal wave of pain overwhelmed her.

Suddenly, she snapped out of it. The deep pain, agitation, madness, and despair she had felt earlier seemed to have vanished completely, as if it were all just an illusion.

I survived?

Fors opened his eyes, which he had unconsciously closed, with a puzzled look. He saw an endless gray-white mist below him and an ancient, mottled bronze table in front of him.

Where is this? She looked around in astonishment, then saw the details and blurted out:

"You're a fool! Uh, sir."

"Are you Lord Fool?"

Klein smiled and nodded:

"Just call me Mr. Fool."

As he spoke, he noticed that the symbolic patterns and mysterious designs formed by a cluster of stars behind the chair Fors was changing rapidly.

In just a second or two, a door with layers upon layers of internal structures was sketched out there, a door made up of countless illusory, overlapping similar structures!

The door? The moment Klein saw this symbol, he immediately thought of Mr. "The Door" mentioned in Russell's diary.

The other party will approach the real world during the full moon and send out a distress call!

Could the babbling just now be related to Mr. "Door"...? Hmm, today is the night of the Blood Moon, an enhanced version of the full moon... This lady corresponds to the Door, while the image of Miss Hugh from before is similar to the Sword of Judgment... Of course, the strangest one is Arthur's Skull of Gul'dan plus two Warglaives of Azzinoth, which is different from the style of the others... Klein thought to himself with a strange feeling.

He thus confirmed that once a solid connection is established and the other person is an extraordinary individual, the symbol behind the corresponding seat will change according to the other person's actual situation, and it is not necessary to join the Tarot Club or come to the Gray Fog regularly.

At this moment, Fors asked somewhat nervously:

"Dear Mr. Fool, thank you for your help. How can I repay you?"

She always remembered what Arthur had said: that this Fool was a mysterious being who liked equivalent exchanges.

Since her life was saved by the other party, she naturally had to pay the corresponding price.

Moreover, it's essential that you bring this up first, since the other party is clearly a big shot, and it's somewhat inconvenient for them to initiate the transaction.

Even if they can't necessarily afford the cost, they still have to make the right gesture, and Fors understands this.

Oh? This lady is quite shrewd. It's a pity that I'm not in a position to make any requests right now... Klein was rather disappointed.

So he asked with a smile:

"Every time there's a full moon, do you hear babbling from who-knows-where?"

Asking for payment as a fool would be beneath his dignity, so Klein turned to the matter of the ramblings, hoping to broaden his knowledge of the occult.

After talking with Fors, Klein became even more certain that the source of the ramblings was Mr. Door.

After that, he made a pact with Fors that he would help her avoid the harm of delirium every time there was a full moon.

And she brought Fors into the Tarot Club, making her the "Magician" Miss.

Chapter 123 The Tide Rises

Sunday, 7 Townsend Street.

"Please sit down. Would you like something to drink?" Arthur asked, looking at the petite lady in front of him.

"Uh... I'm not too particular about food and drink," Hugh said nonchalantly.

Although she could once be considered a noble lady, her years of living in the East District have made her basically have no great pursuit of quality of life.

As long as the taste isn't unbearable and doesn't harm the body, Xiu can eat it.

“Alright, in that case, why don’t you try my homemade drink?” Arthur suggested with a smile.

"Okay, that works too." Hugh nodded.

Soon, Arthur brought over a large glass bottle.

To Hugh's surprise, the transparent glass bottle contained a dark brown liquid.

"Uh... did you brew this yourself?" Hugh asked hesitantly.

"No, it's a delicious drink, I call it cola."

Arthur placed the glass bottle on the low table, took two glasses, and poured one for himself and one for Hugh.

This was a recipe he devised himself based on his memories from his previous life, so naturally, it couldn't compare to the original Coca-Cola from his previous life.

It's not even comparable to Coca-Cola, and it's not even as good as Pepsi.

But no matter what, at least it satisfies my craving, so it's better than nothing.

After all, we've come to such a awful place, we should be grateful for the soda we can drink, what more could we ask for?

Is this stuff really drinkable...? Hugh stared at the black liquid bubbling away on the low table in front of him, his expression shifting several times.

Seeing Hugh's troubled expression, Arthur picked up his own glass of cola and took a sip as a gesture.

Seeing Arthur take a sip first, Hugh's expression relaxed slightly, and she picked up her own glass of cola.

I took a small sniff, and the smell was not unpleasant at all; on the contrary, it had a sweet fragrance.

Xiu took a sip, feeling the bubbles burst in his mouth, and found that although the drink looked strange, it actually tasted pretty good.

"It feels... somewhat similar to beer, but much better than beer," Hugh said, expressing her true feelings.

“Of course, that’s why I call it cola, because it brings people happiness. It also has another more common name, ‘happy water,’” Arthur said with a light laugh.

"Happy water...that doesn't sound like anything respectable," Hugh muttered under his breath.

"Haha, let's not talk about whether it's serious or not. The most important thing is that this kind of drink is very high in calories." Arthur leaned back on the sofa and said in a relaxed manner.

"Calories?" This was the first time Hugh had ever heard of this term.

"That's right, simply put, it's the energy needed to support human life activities."

Arthur explained:

"High-calorie foods can sustain people for longer periods of activity; just a little bit can last a long time."

Xiu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Then, Arthur added:

"Most importantly, their cost can be kept very low."

Hugh paused for a moment, feeling a vague idea forming in her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

Just as she was about to ask, Arthur didn't continue the conversation but changed the subject.

"So, Miss Hugh, is there something you need from me today?"

This sentence interrupted Hugh's thoughts, making her unable to recall that vague idea from before.

So she had no choice but to say:

"Here's the thing, I met a man in a golden mask at an extraordinary party. He deliberately tried to lure me in by selling the sheriff's potion recipe at the party, and that's how he discovered me."

"Then he wanted me to become their informant. If I completed the tasks they gave me, I could exchange them for the sheriff's main materials."

Arthur nodded, indicating that he understood.

"The sheriff's main materials... should be the eyes of the Fear Demon Insect and the right paw of the Silver-White War Bear, right?"

"You know?" Hugh asked, somewhat surprised.

"Heh, I only know the main ingredient." Arthur's expression was nonchalant.

"Then, do you know which faction this masked man belongs to?" Hugh asked expectantly, surprised by Arthur's intelligence capabilities.

“MI9, the intelligence agency of the Kingdom of Rune, directly under the control of George III,” Arthur said calmly, looking at Hugh.

“It was them…” Hugh murmured.

She felt that the answer was both somewhat unexpected and yet reasonable.

"Then... should I accept their offer and help them with their missions?" Hugh asked hesitantly.

"Why not?" Arthur asked with a smile.

“But my father…” Hugh frowned.

"Is this task mandatory?"

“No, that person promised me that I could decide for myself, and the initiative was in my hands,” Hugh replied.

"If that's the case, why not take a free job? You can do it if you want, and not do it if you don't. Where else can you find such a free job?" Arthur said, taking a sip of his cola.

"But what if they discover my identity?" Hugh asked with some concern.

After learning that the man in the golden mask was from MI9, she became less willing to work for them.

Because she already knew from Arthur that her father's death was very likely directly related to George III.

"You don't need to worry about that. Right now, you're just an informant. They don't have the time to investigate you specifically."

"What's more..."

Arthur gave a mocking smile and said:

"King George III is a noble king, a person so high above others, why would he care about us ordinary people?"

Just like in his previous life's history, all the wise and powerful emperors who successfully accomplished great things were basically down-to-earth.