Secret: Storm Pigeons are still Storm Pigeons

Chapter 410 Pei Man: Only by dressing as a woman can you please the Fool!
"The Fool..."

Peiman repeated in a low voice. She did not show any contempt for the word which literally translated as "fool, idiot, stupid person". This was a world in the steam age and dominated by Western culture!
In this context, there is no doubt that The Fool has a strong correlation with the Tarot cards. It is the 0th and 22nd card, the beginning and the end...

This symbol is a very important person in the real world of mysticism!

Wait... The tarot cards in this world were invented by the time traveler Emperor Roselle more than 170 years ago. He also proposed tarot divination and invented card games such as Landlord, Upgrade, and Quint...

Peiman tilted her head back. Damn it, could it be that the fellow villager had become a secret existence hundreds of years later because of the gathering of "card" beliefs in later generations? ! The God of Tarot? ! The God of Cards? !
"The specific honorific name is 'The Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Age'...

"Uh, that's what my friend told me. I can't reveal more! Anyway, the name sounds very formal and not evil.

"Of course I agree with what Mr. Sherlock said. For example, I only pray to the Mother Goddess...

"Well, let's not talk about that for now. My friend is naturally a devout believer of a certain god. If he must pray to the Fool, will he be safe and sound under the protection of the god?" Emlyn asked with a glimmer of hope and expectation.

"..." Even Leonard, the former Night Watchman who had handled similar cases, couldn't hold back. Why was this young man's train of thought so strange? He prayed to the evil god... so his own faith must have been shaken!

Uh... Leonard's body trembled. He suddenly remembered that he had already prayed to the "True Creator" and the "Lord of Storms"...

"It doesn't belong to this era..." Peiman pinched her chin with her right hand. Her reasoning mode was running wildly, and some doubts arose spontaneously:

If he is really a "traveler", shouldn't he be "not from this world"? Multiverse or something...

The word "era"...emphasizes the past or future of this world...

Could it be that The Fool is not a Transmigrator? Not Roselle...

Peiman shook her head. There was still too much missing information. This was no longer reasoning, but endless speculation!

She picked up the kettle and added hot water to the young man's coffee cup. She said in a serious tone:

"According to our understanding, most people who pray to the evil secret existence do not end up well. The best outcome is madness, and the worst outcome is death..." Then she changed the subject and soothed in a convincing tone:

“You don’t have to worry too much. After all, your friend hasn’t prayed to the secret existence yet, right?

"Another point is that evil secret beings can endanger people's lives, but there are some relatively friendly secret beings, and the consequences of praying to them are not that bad..."

Emlyn's expression changed several times, and he asked hurriedly:
"You are indeed knowledgeable detectives! What about the 'Fool'? Is this the friendly being you mentioned?"

Peiman sighed and said:
"The honorific name you described is incomplete, and I can't judge...

"No, please don't tell me your full name. Sherlock and I absolutely respect our clients' privacy and will never deliberately ask any questions!
"Hey, Mr. White, please consult other great detectives. I recommend Isengard Stanton..."

Emlyn immediately shook his head and said:

"No, I can feel your kindness, but I only trust the two great detectives now! For my... well, for the safety of my friend, I am willing to say that honorable name...

“The description at the back reads: ‘The mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck.’

“How is it, is this… a friendly person?” Emlyn asked hopefully.

"..." Leonard didn't know why Peiman asked so clearly, but he also knew that she would never waste her time. He also carefully recalled the internal information of the Nighthawks that he had read before, but there seemed to be no relevant information... So he began to call the old man in his mind to ask this question, and of course he didn't get any response.

...Gray fog?! Peiman almost cried out in surprise. She instantly recalled the description in a certain page of "Roselle's Diary of Pleasure" that she had read before:
"Huang Tao...traveled through...a mysterious silver medal...

"To make the mysterious silver medal in my memory...

"On January 9th... I tried to infuse spirituality and inspire myself, but before my eyes, an endless gray mist seemed to appear..."

Gray fog! All right! It's confirmed that "The Fool" is Roselle! The "gray fog" is the ironclad evidence!
Peiman regained her composure and said confidently:

"Mr. White, according to ancient records, this 'Fool' is indeed a relatively friendly being. Well, the book says that if the person praying is a pure, beautiful woman... then there is a high probability that there will be a good result.

"I hope your friend can gain the favor of this being...

"Judging from your reaction, your friend is a man? That's not going to be easy..." Peiman looked at the handsome young man, and an idea suddenly came to her mind. With a smile on her face, she gave a serious suggestion:

"Got it! You can persuade your friends to wear women's clothes..."

"..." Grandpa Pales, who was parasitic on Leonard, almost burst out laughing. Well, well, this girl Peiman really doesn't play by the rules! I really want to see how the "Fool" will respond...

……

Ah sneeze! Ah sneeze!
Klein's nose felt itchy and he suddenly sneezed twice.

“Eh! How unhygienic! Are you catching a cold?” Fors turned sideways, looking disgusted as she ate the golden fried dough sticks in big mouthfuls.

"That's right! If I hadn't been quick, I wouldn't have had any breakfast today!" Xio put down the plate of fried dough sticks and patted his chest in fear.

“Sorry! I was wrong!” Klein admitted his mistake decisively. He wiped his nose with a napkin and asked in confusion:
"I don't feel unwell. I don't think I have a cold... Maybe I choked when I was making the chili oil! Don't worry!"

In fact, he felt a little heavy in his heart. Who was talking about him... or... cursing him?
Who else could it be at this time! It must be Mr. X from the Aurora Club who was just provoked!

Phew… Fortunately, I was able to use the gray fog’s status to do a reverse divination for the three of them…

This is not a solution! We must get rid of Mr. X as soon as possible!

Klein finished his breakfast without appearing to be unusual. After saying goodbye to Fors, who had taken another leave due to eye discomfort, he headed for St. Samuel's Church. He wanted to get some "God's Favored Ones" attention in order to intensify the encirclement and suppression of the Aurora Society!

After Fors sent her two roommates away, the bright smile on her face froze. She looked unconsciously at her left wrist, where there was a bracelet with two green stones with burn marks on them.

She sighed slightly with her shiny lips, and then this woman who had become much more capable recently suddenly exuded an even more decadent and lazy temperament than before. She returned to the fireplace in the living room, pulling up her furry pink cotton slippers, and threw herself into the extremely comfortable sofa.

She pulled a blanket over herself, yawned loudly, and fell into a sweet dream.

……

In her dream, Fors saw her deceased mother. She snuggled in her mother's arms and told her about everything she had experienced recently.

The mother had a kind expression on her face and listened quietly.

Suddenly, Fors felt a little cold on her face. She opened her eyes abruptly, only to find herself in a palace that looked like a giant's residence, with her face pressed against a high-back chair with strange patterns.

The Tarot Club members around him whose faces he couldn't see clearly all looked at him with strange eyes...

"Ah! Sorry!" Fors' face flushed and she quickly sat up straight to save her image.

An extremely majestic voice suddenly came from the head of the bronze long table:

"From today on, Judgment is excluded from the Tarot Club because of her low strength... and lack of ambition.

"I hope you will take this as a warning."

As soon as those words fell, Fors felt as if she was falling off a cliff...

"what!!"

She screamed and opened her eyes, only to find that she seemed to have fallen asleep in the lounge of the Punisher No. 3 training ground. What just happened was all a dream!

"Huh...scared me to death!"

Fors patted his chest, stood up, washed his face, and walked out of the lounge. After saying hello to Xio, he prepared to start physical training.

Suddenly, an old but tall figure walked towards him and said:

"Ms. Wall, your status as a Substitute of Punishment is invalid from today onwards, and your salary will be stopped... This is all because of your lack of ambition. I hope you will work hard and learn from this lesson."

"No! Fors is a little lazy, but she..." Xio defended her friend excitedly.

Fors swayed, walked out of the training ground silently, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

At some point, the sky had completely darkened, and a blood-red full moon suddenly poked its head out from the clouds, casting a crimson veil.

Fors was startled, and then a series of life-threatening whispers exploded in her ears!

Her expression was distorted and she covered her ears tightly with her hands, but it didn't help at all.

"what!!"

She fell to the ground, her dress covered in mud, and she rolled over, screaming.

Suddenly, a young man in a black windbreaker and a hood came up to him, and the horrible muttering instantly subsided.

Fors stood up somewhat embarrassedly. She patted the dirt off her body and said to her boyfriend in a complaining tone:

"Why did you come just now?" She then realized and asked in surprise:
"You can block out the mumbling? How do you do it? It's amazing..."

The man didn't say anything, but pulled down his hood in an exaggerated manner, revealing a huge, golden fried dough stick inside... extremely tempting!
"..." Fors opened her mouth into an O shape, and she shouted angrily:
"Fuck! Where's my man?! Where's Klein?!"

Swish!
Fors suddenly sat up from the sofa. She looked around blankly and found herself still in the familiar house. The fireplace was warm and comfortable, and the blanket had just fallen to the ground.

She patted her chest thankfully but didn't dare to go back to sleep for another nap, for fear of having the dream that she had almost forgotten but still vaguely remembered was very scary.

(End of this chapter)