Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 510 The Fool? Zhou Bushi

Charles Gustave is a shrewd businessman.

He was just coasting along in Bayam. His father lost the war and failed to restore the monarchy, so he filled in the gaps in his father's story. After all, historical emperors were always exiled. Rosell died a quick death, and Rosell's eldest son exiled himself to the island of Bayam... That makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

Anyway, Klein felt that this story was somewhat eerie.

If it weren't for the introduction given by Xiaer after he left, Klein would never have been able to connect that somewhat slovenly young man, who resembled a "comfortable homebody" or a "21st-century couch potato," with the eldest son of Emperor Roselle.

Klein remembered that in the Emperor's diary, the Emperor had actually complained that none of his three children were like him. His eldest son, Charles, was somewhat timid. However, in their interaction just now, Klein saw no timidity, lack of confidence, or introversion in Charles. Charles was not very proactive when customers came to him for business. If it weren't for the fact that he had to do the repairs himself, Charles would have seemed like a lazy internet cafe owner from later generations.

See if there's an empty seat, find a computer and turn it on... that's roughly the feeling.

"Wasn't Roselle's eldest son dead?"

Although Klein felt it was more reasonable for them not to be dead now, after all, Roselle's other two children were angels.

"History is just something to look at, nothing more."

"Russel's second son is still a saint in the Steam Church. How could his ordinary and unambitious older brother have died so mysteriously? Because of fear and anxiety, he eventually died in pain and depression. This story can only fool ordinary people."

"Even if things get really bad, can't he still escape Intis and seek refuge with the mysterious queen at sea?"

Even mice know to move their nests...

Xiaer led Klein past the Red Theater. The entrance was a bit noisy. There was always a lot going on during the day, so the two didn't pay much attention. However, Klein probably wanted to test his abilities, and out of curiosity, he controlled a nearby flying insect to use as his little ears.

With the help of this puppet, Klein quickly figured out what was happening at the Red Theatre.

How should I put it... a little chaos, I guess.

As the largest theater in Bayam, the Red Theater housed women from various countries of the Northern Continent. Of course, they couldn't survive there, otherwise they wouldn't have been sold here. After the Kingdom of Feneport became the Holy Kingdom, it suddenly became benevolent. It wasn't so much a rescue as a redemption, but rather a redemption of the women from the Kingdom of Feneport who were in the Red Theater. The debts were recorded in their names, and they would slowly repay the low-interest loans later.

"The Holy Kingdom, that sounds pretty good."

Klein, who hadn't cared much before, felt a pang of sadness upon witnessing the coldness of the world there. He couldn't bear to watch any longer, after all, only a few from Fenneport could be "saved," and the behind-the-scenes owners of the Red Theatre still had business to do.

"Praise the Mother Goddess."

Chael was not particularly moved, nor did he feel any burden as he made a prayer gesture. He was indifferent, but not entirely. After all, the higher one stands, the farther one sees, and the more one gains, shouldn't one have a touch of compassion?

We should always prefer a low-entropy ecosystem.

"Your beliefs are quite flexible."

That being said, Klein didn't actually want to follow Xia'er like this. If they didn't separate, how could he start a server above the gray fog?

"Could I use the restroom?"

Upon entering the villa's lounge area, Klein's first request seemed quite reasonable.

"Oh~"

Xia Er replied with a "I understand" emoji. "I know that bounty hunters like you usually experience a lot of pressure. The toilet is probably the only place where you can relax for a while, since everyone needs their own private space."

Shael understandingly handed Klein some recent weekly magazines, allowing him to relax and pass the time in the sacred baptismal room.

You could have simply kept quiet. Besides, am I really that fragile?

Klein muttered under his breath, but the awkwardness had disappeared. After all, Xia'er had offered a different perspective: the Alliance Bathhouse wasn't always filthy, and a man who frequently visited the Alliance Bathhouse wasn't necessarily physically ill. He might just be trying to escape reality temporarily and immerse himself in a philosophical atmosphere of contemplation.

"Then I'll pray first."

Chael nodded slightly, then sat down on the sofa, preparing to pray to Mr. Fool.

What do you mean? You can't pray to fools in the bathroom, right? You disrespectful fellow.

Faced with Xia'er's ingrained mindset that "you can't pray if you need to go to the toilet," Klein could only say that the "angel" was too naive.

The process was very simple: Shael prayed in the living room, and Klein, who was in the Alliance's purification chamber, came up above the gray fog to respond to the prayer. He listened to Shael briefly recount what had happened, and after waiting for a short while, he pulled the other person up above the gray fog.

A mysterious palace in the gray fog space.

There is no Mr. Fool, only a pseudonym controlled by the Fool, Mr. World, and Mr. Angel.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"World" spoke first, his voice hoarse, drawing attention. It was clear that he was much more confident online than offline.

Before we get to that, let me give you a proper introduction.

"Although we've known each other for a long time... as you can see and as you can imagine, my name is Xia Ran, an early graduate of Guida University, your and Rosell's, or rather, your and Huang Tao's senior."

Since it was almost over, Xia Ran only briefly described a large part of it, so there was no need to be coy or secretive.

Although Zhou Mingrui was missing a lot of information, he couldn't really treat him like a fool.

"You really are a time traveler."

Faced with Xia Ran's frankness, Zhou Mingrui felt a sense of relief, but he immediately followed up with another question, "The Elf King?"

After all, he was a veteran of the first generation of time travelers, so this was basically a foregone conclusion.

At this moment, Zhou Mingrui had a vague feeling of seeing the "anti-inflammatory medicine" older brother. After all, judging from the Storm Path, the Elf King's personality couldn't possibly be like the third brother.

As for awkwardness?

No, he is the "world" now, not the "fool". He's sitting at the very end of the seat, okay?

When asked who the Fool was, Zhou Mingrui said he didn't know.

"I have never actually acknowledged this title."

"I'm not the first Elf King either, I probably am..."

Although Goshinam had long ago given the crown to himself, Shael did not want to compete with Suniasolem for the title. He did not want to replace Suniasolem's existence. He acknowledged the Elf King's achievement in leading the Chinese people to carve out a new world in the apocalypse.