Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 242

"You've only been a 'fortune teller' and 'wish-granter' for less than a month, haven't you?" Truman said, looking at Klein.

"In three more days it will be thirty days," Klein said modestly.

"Hmm?" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly. "You seem quite smug?"

"No!" Klein quickly denied, having already recognized a certain aspect of the high-ranking bishop's personality—a rather perverse sense of humor.

He was indeed the good man Mr. Azik described, kind to both believers and night watchmen, and often generous, though Klein wasn't quite sure where the bishop's money came from...

In short, he's very rich... cough cough, he's a very nice person!

Klein quickly suppressed his thoughts. This bishop was probably not an "audience member," but he always gave off a feeling that he could see through people's hearts.

"Heh," Truman didn't bother arguing with Klein. This time, Klein had prepared the potion himself, and Truman was just a protector.

Klein carefully prepared the potion, and soon a bottle of potion appeared in his hand.

"Drink up, why are you looking at me?"

Klein finally restrained himself. He took out his pendulum and performed a divination in front of Truman, saying, "The potion I concocted is not dangerous..."

Truman's expression was quite subtle. Did a quasi-former "Guardian" Sequence Eight like him really need divination?

"You are the real... 'fortune teller'," Truman said sincerely.

"Your words sound like an insult..." Klein, without changing his expression, put away his pendulum and drank the "Clown" potion from the bottle.

Unsurprisingly, Klein became "The Joker".

"I feel you're in great shape. Let's start your advancement to 'Illusionist' now," Truman suddenly said, startling Klein, who was still adjusting to his own spirituality.

"I haven't gotten used to the Joker yet..."

"I'll naturally adapt once I'm promoted to 'Illusionist'."

"..." Klein blinked, it seemed to make sense. Just by taking one step on the "dream" path, his spirituality and crazy ramblings would be greatly suppressed.

"Alright then." Klein was convinced and took out a gold coin.

These are the gold coins he recently saved up for the "Illusionist" ritual.

Each ceremony requires a gold coin, which is quite expensive... Klein felt a pang of heartache.

"Oh, the supreme dream..."

As prayers arose, a dream descended.

After the dreamlike phosphorescence that emerged from the divine gate merged into Klein's body, he was already a "Illusionist".

"Remember this," Truman warned Klein earnestly.

Klein, still basking in the joy of his promotion, focused his mind on the warning from the forerunner.

"In the lower and middle sequences, you can advance through the 'Diviner' pathway first, but if you have the opportunity to become a high-sequence Extraordinary, remember to advance through the 'Dream' pathway first."

Why? Klein thought of many things in an instant, but couldn't be sure of any of them, so he could only nod.

"Then enjoy your fantasy journey," Truman suddenly laughed.

"What?" Klein was taken aback.

"Didn't you know that 'Wishers' can freely enter the illusionary realm? And 'Illusionists' are forced to enter," Truman reminded him.

"I don't know!" Klein panicked a little. He was in an excessively good state, overflowing with spirituality.

This overflowing spirituality seemed to have stirred the illusory realm that was once the sea of ​​the collective unconscious, and his spirit seemed to be heading to that unfamiliar world.

"Oh, so you know now."

In a few moments, Klein only had time to sit on the ground before his spirit was "absorbed" by the illusion.

"You think you're a coward? You dare to covet the blood of the gods, but you don't dare to enter the Illusionary Realm." In fact, after becoming a Sequence Nine, he was already able to enter and leave the Illusionary Realm. It's just that Klein was used to being a coward and was content with the status quo. He was curious about that unknown world but also resisted it.

Now there's no way to resist.

……

In the luxurious villa of the Hall family in Queensback, Audrey Hall fiddled with a large blue trench coat, draping it over herself.

"Susie, we're about to embark on an unprecedented adventure. Are you ready?" Audrey asked, her face tense, as she looked at the golden retriever at her feet, giving her final pep talk.

"Audrey, you're getting too excited. You've lost sight of what it's like to be an 'audience.' That's not good." Susie wagged her tail; she also wore a small cape.

This makes it and Audrey seem more like "partners" on an adventure together in a fairy tale.

"Susie, you... are truly an excellent 'audience'."

Audrey's expression stiffened slightly upon hearing Susie's words, and her lips twitched slightly, but she refrained from making such an unladylike gesture.

"Let's begin our wonderful adventure!" Audrey ignored Susie's words, sat down on the sofa, and stretched out her hand. At the same time, Susie also raised her paw and shook hands with Audrey.

hum!

Both "viewers" were simultaneously drawn into a dreamlike world, entering a realm of fantasy.

When Audrey woke up, she was already in a dreamlike temple.

At that moment, she saw many people, all of whom were extraordinary!

"Are there really that many extraordinary beings in Backlund?" Audrey blinked; these were probably only a very small fraction of them.

The fantasy world may be wonderful, but it is ultimately an illusion in relation to the real world. Most people come here to get rewards.

"Write a fairy tale? In exchange for the 'Mind Reader' formula?" Audrey saw these words in the temple.

This was a mission specifically assigned to her.

"But I can't write stories! But thankfully, I'll probably be able to get the formula from Mr. 'Sun' soon."

"It seems my 'Tarot Club' is still better!" Audrey thought to herself.

"And the fairy tales here..." Audrey had also bought information from "The Hanged Man" and knew about this place.

Fairy tales may seem simple, but they are actually one of the most difficult tasks.

Two hundred years have passed since the opening of the Fantasy Realm. How many extraordinary individuals have entered this place? All sorts of fairy tales have been written to death. It's too difficult to write a story that the Fantasy Realm can accept.

"Congratulations, you have obtained the recipe."

Audrey blinked and turned to look at a mysterious figure shrouded in a black cloak and robe. It was she who had received the fairy tale reward from the fantasy world.

"Wasn't it said to be very difficult?"

Audrey had her doubts but didn't rush in. Instead, she turned and left, leading Susie to explore this wondrous world.

"Hello, boatman, could you give me a ride?" Audrey asked excitedly to the Fool's Boatman.

Cryster's Fantastic Journey has been a bestseller in Backlund for two hundred years, and every child hopes to one day board the Fool's Ferryman's ship.

(End of this chapter)