Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 329 When Mister Fool Draws the Fool Card
Backlund.

It's been a long time since Will entered Hastur's dream through the paper crane.

"I started sleeping during the day, did you encounter any emergency?"

Will was wearing Intis-style casual clothes, and his appearance was slightly taller than when Hastur left Backlund.

"You're going to be in trouble."

"Oh, as long as you don't bother me, I will have no trouble at all."

Hastur raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's right, then I won't bother you, I wish you good luck in the future."

"Wait." Will hurriedly stopped in front of Hastur, with a flattering smile on his face, "I haven't contacted for a long time, so let's stay and chat for a while."

"Then let's talk about the new ice cream that Backlund has recently."

"..."

Will sighed and said, "I'm still a kid, so why are you competing with me?"

"Tsk, they are all old things that have lived for an unknown number of years."

With a joke, Hastur told Will that Ourorius was on his way to Backlund, and specifically told him that Ourorius was sure that he was hiding in Backlund.

Will frowned and complained, "Could it be you who sold me to that stupid snake?"

"Aren't you connected with other people besides me?"

Hastur did not speak too clearly.

"Hey, he's the one with the rough fate, how come it's implicated in me." Will's young face sighed with the breath of an 80-year-old man, "It's really annoying to play hide-and-seek with that stupid snake again. "

Seeing that Will didn't care much, Hastur ended the dream.

On the Hall of Stars, Hastur began to think about how to deal with Klein's matter.

Now that Ourorius is going to Backlund, it is a good opportunity to let Klein go.

It's just that before letting him go, you can chat with him for a while, and beat him by the way, so that he can be more careful in the future.

If he hadn't happened to meet him this time, Klein would either have died at the hands of Ourorius or at the hands of Mr. A.

If this is the case, I don’t know whether the Lord of Mysteries will awaken directly from Klein’s body, or whether he will re-inject a new test object from the Source Castle.

……

At night, the sky is full of stars.

The surging tide during the day has gradually calmed down, quiet and gentle.

Klein sat at the stern of the boat, suppressed his hunger, and looked at the buoy on the sea surface with a fishing rod in his hand.

I don't know if it's a problem with the bait, but the fish just refuses to take the bait.

If there were no more fish to bite, he would have to starve for another day.

Since boarding the ship, Mr. A has been guarding the cabin door every day to prevent him from sneaking in, and he is not allowed to leave the stern of the ship and out of sight.

At first, he thought it was a good thing, at least his life was guaranteed.

But Mr. A didn't care about him, let alone help him prepare food.

He didn't dare to go above the gray mist in front of Mr. A and let Miss Justice deliver delicious food.

I can only carefully pick up the fishing rod on the side, trying to maintain basic food needs through fishing.

But the fish just refused to take the bait.

In his previous life, he often saw fishing guys talking about the air force all day long on some social networks. He never thought that he would become a qualified air force one day.

Mr. A, who was guarding the door of the cabin, opened and closed his eyes and glanced at Klein, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Those who cannot survive deserve to be hungry.

During the time he was on the boat, he basically ate once every few days. He only needed some fish blood, which was enough to maintain his daily consumption.

His fishing is very simple. He uses his own meat as bait and can easily catch a fish weighing more than ten kilograms.

They eat their own flesh and drink their own blood, and that's fair enough.

thump!
The sound of falling into the water came suddenly, and Mr. A glanced at the stern of the boat again. Klein, who was still fishing, had disappeared at this moment.

He didn't get up to look for it, and he didn't care if Klein escaped at this time.

Stupid and incompetent people are not worth surviving.

This sea area is listed as a restricted area that cannot be approached, and basically no ships will pass by.

If you want to leave by swimming, it is undoubtedly a dead end.

After several minutes, there was another sound of something falling on the deck from the stern.

Klein was the one who threw a fish weighing seven to eight catties onto the deck with his whole body wet.

He took a breath, cut the belly of the fish with a paper knife left on the deck, emptied the liver and other things, rinsed it with the sea water in the wooden barrel, and then cut the fish into thin slices. Thin sashimi.

It's a pity that there is no wasabi or soy sauce, so we can only make do with it.

Klein sighed secretly, glanced at Mr. A who was still staring at him, and couldn't help turning his back, slowly enjoying his belated dinner.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind at sea entrained water vapor, making his clothes not completely dry. Klein, who was curled up behind the mast, sneezed several times.

In the battle with Mr. A, he was affected by the opponent's disease ability, and his body was already weak, but now with the sea breeze blowing, his body was even more difficult to sustain for a long time.

His head was dizzy, his nose was stuffy, his whole body was cold and wet, and he could only generate some heat through the shaking of his body muscles.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the cabin that could shelter from the wind and rain, but even Mr. A could only guard the door, and he was even less qualified to enter to rest inside, even though there were many rooms on this ship.

After watching for a while, he turned his gaze to the starry sky above his head.

It is rare that there are no dark clouds to cover this night, and the stars in the sky are extraordinarily bright. Even if there is no crimson moon, they can still illuminate the entire starry sky.

In the bright starlight, the mysterious man seen during the day appeared again.

Klein trembled all over, and his mind immediately became much clearer.

But he didn't make a sound.

The starlight is bright but not dazzling, shining on that person, holy and majestic.

Cthulhu?True Creator?
Is this really a match?

Klein sighed in his heart and immediately suppressed this thought. As we all know, this kind of evil god is best at hiding his true appearance and always appears in a more convincing and friendly image.

The figure seemed to be aware of his gaze, and slowly descended onto the deck.

Mr. A, who had been guarding the door all the time, immediately regained his energy and came to the side, as if waiting for orders at any time.

"I have a deck of Tarot cards here, do you want to try your own destiny?"

As Hastur spoke, 22 tarot cards covered the front and floated in mid-air, forming a circle shape.

No, I don't want to at all.

Klein subconsciously wanted to refuse. He still remembers that when he first came to this world, he once did a tarot divination, and the one he drew was the Fool's card, and he had indeed been entangled with the Fool's card ever since.

If he draws the Fool card in front of this mysterious man, will he recognize that he is the mysterious Fool?
But when he met the gaze of the mysterious man, Klein knew that he would never escape this tonight, so he gritted his teeth and got up, walked a few steps closer, and drew a tarot card with Mr. A each.

Without any accident, the card he drew was the Fool's card!

Klein's mind was buzzing, and he unconsciously licked his dry lips, his face paled instantly.

This is in stark contrast to Mr. A who is happy and happy when he draws the Hanged Man card next to him.

"The Hanged Man, sacrifice and burden, you are a devout believer."

Hastur reaffirmed Mr. A’s faith, which made Mr. A so excited that his whole body was trembling.

Then, Hastur turned his gaze to Klein, who looked a little dull, glanced at the fool card in his hand, and said with a smile: "Fool, a new beginning, a new journey."

Klein's whole body was stiff, and every pore exuded a biting chill.

I don't know if it was his illusion just now. When the other party said the word "fool", he seemed to pause on purpose before continuing.

Could it be that he has seen through his hidden true identity?
Want to escape!
This was the only thought in Klein's mind at the moment, but he clearly understood that unless the other party let him go, he would absolutely not be able to leave the ship.

He could only force a smile and said, "It's a very good card, I like it very much."

Hastur didn't speak any more, and disappeared after putting away the 22 tarot cards.

The matter of stripping the vest will stop here first. If we continue to talk about it, Klein is probably in the mood to commit suicide.

Let’s leave the last fig leaf for Mr. Fool.

Mr. A also left, and continued to guard the cabin door.

Klein returned to his original position with his legs that were almost numb and sighed heavily.

It was so exciting that his little heart couldn't take it anymore.

One or two more times and he felt like his heart would burst open from the stress.

……

On the fourth day of Klein's life on the boat, his whole body became weaker and weaker, and the rest and food kept destroying his body.

In the afternoon of this day, a ship happened to pass by in the nearby waters. Klein's eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously glanced at Mr. A.

The other party did not kill him, but took him away from the desert island, probably to help him on purpose.

"You must always remember that this is the Lord's gift to you."

After finishing speaking, Mr. A drove Klein off the ship and let him leave on that ship.

(End of this chapter)