Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 117 Qi Lingos came to attend his own funeral

Wednesday, Southern Continent, a colonized island.

Two rebel guards on duty were talking in low voices.

"Hey, have you heard that the new master actually took only eight days to digest the Fortune Teller's Potion and the Clown Potion one after another." The guard standing on the left whispered.

"Yes, yes, I've heard about this! And I heard that it only took him six days to digest the Fortune Teller's potion, and only two days to digest the Clown's potion." The guard on the right answered with an exaggerated expression.

"Do you think that gentleman had already acted out the role before taking the potion? It's a pity that we don't have the extraordinary characteristics that come later. Otherwise, maybe that gentleman could have become a Sequence Six within a month." The guard on the left touched his chin and tried to speculate.

"You have a point, but what on earth did that gentleman go through to be able to digest the clown potion in just two days?" The defender on the right followed up.

"Hey, don't say that, you really shouldn't say that. I heard a story: that gentleman once had a wife whom he loved very much. Then one day his wife was in danger, so he rushed to save his wife, and almost lost his life for it. Then, after he finally rescued his wife, his wife ran away with someone else..." The guard on the left lowered his voice.

"This... this is indeed a bit clownish."

"It's not over yet. I heard that his wife ran away with another woman."

"Ah! This is too clownish!"

The voice of the captain of the escort team came from behind the two of them: "What are you two talking about?"

The two guards immediately fell silent.

The captain of the guards stood behind the two guards for a few seconds without saying a word, then turned his head with a complicated expression to look inside the camp.

"Oh." He shook his head, sighed, and walked away.

That adult is also a poor man.

Inside the camp, there are dilapidated buildings.

In the center of the camp, there is a house that is relatively clean and safe compared to other dilapidated houses.

This is the house of Pat, the leader of the rebels.

Now in the house, besides Pat himself, there was another well-dressed man, Otto.

Pat was a muscular, middle-aged man, a Hunter Path, Sequence 7 arsonist. His Sequence wasn't high, but it was considered quite remarkable in such a remote location.

Otto, who had many friends all over the world, spent less than a day to find the leader layer by layer. Afterwards, the leader and Otto hit it off immediately.

It can only be said that Mimic Yu Duchen's method of modifying memory is quite useful. At least Sequence Seven has no ability to resist at all.

Pat cracked some sunflower seeds and asked Otto, who was standing next to him, "Otto, why did you tell others about your embarrassing story?"

Otto also ate a melon seed: "Because I found that, apart from the performance itself, the recognition of others is also a way to speed up digestion."

"I see." Pat thought thoughtfully, "So you deliberately spread rumors about yourself to speed up the digestion of the clown potion."

Otto's hand paused imperceptibly: "It's not a rumor."

Pat looked at Otto with pity and casually pushed the fruit plate on the table a little towards Otto: "Eat more."

Otto arrived last Monday and infiltrated the resistance.

This is a relatively large resistance force, expanding outward from the island where he is currently located, covering several small and medium-sized islands.

With the introduction of Chief Pat, Otto learned about the extraordinary path, and he was very interested in it.

He decisively chose to try. After all, for him, who was a Ruler of Constraint and half a Ruler of Reason, even if he really lost control after taking the potion, the worst that could happen was that he would change his body and start over.

It turned out that he absorbed the potion quite well, and the power of restraint helped him to deal with the madness and spiritual remnants inside the potion.

He found the Diviner's Path among the Beyonder characteristics stored here. Although there were only formulas and Beyonder characteristics for Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight, he had a vague feeling that this path seemed to suit him.

In the language of this place, this seems to be called spiritual intuition. Although he was not a Beyonder at the time, perhaps his own mental strength, or perhaps his spirituality was too strong, interacting with the spiritual world.

In short, as he expected, this path was quite suitable for him.

The layout that lasted for five hundred years and the grasp of the future development of every matter in his hands made him, who was not a fortune teller, act as a prophet for five hundred years.

As for the Joker, he played it even better. He had long understood the so-called fate and his own powerlessness, and he had faced setbacks and ridicule with a smile countless times.

In fact, unlike the Fortune Teller who still needed to act a little, the Joker digested the potion directly the moment it entered his mouth. He even skipped the stage of spiritual instability right after taking the potion.

Otto was equally confident, having heard that the Sequence Seven on this path was called the Magician. After all, in his opinion, the path of bifurcation... there was no greater magic than creating a completely new timeline.

"Has the magician's potion formula been found?" Otto asked Pat.

"Not really." Pat shook his head. "You know, starting from Sequence 7, potion formulas have become relatively rare. There will be a pirate convention soon, maybe we can try our luck there."

"Pirate Conference? I see." Otto expressed his understanding.

"Oh, by the way, brother. The military budget is not enough recently, and everyone is still short of money. Can you..." Patel said a little embarrassedly.

"Of course no problem, my friend." Otto smiled slightly, reached out to pick up the bag that was originally placed at his feet, and poured it on the table.

The bag tipped over, and a whole bag of gold fell out. These were all constructed by Otto using the power of half of the law.

"Oh! You've spent money again! But don't worry, we will seize the opportunity to help you get your potion formula." Pat slapped his thigh hard, and then shouted loudly outside the door, "Wine! Bring up all the wine!" Otto kept smiling and looked at Pat.

Greed is the key. Even though in Pat's modified memory, he and he were very good brothers, brotherhood could not outweigh interests after all.

But it doesn't matter, whether it's emotional value or material value, Otto can provide it.

Although he was looking at Pat, his attention was several kilometers away.

The center he built in his brain connected to the hidden surveillance in the periphery, and he saw the children playing and the children's parents busy around.

Otto's smile grew wider. He clearly understood that love, and even other stronger emotions, could indeed bring power, and that anger stemming from love could be just as powerful as love itself.

If Kallen were here, what would she do? Perhaps it was time for him to establish a new "destiny" here in this world.

The wine arrived, but it was not in the goblets that Otto was used to. People in the southern continent were more accustomed to drinking directly from bowls.

He picked up the bowl and clinked it with Pat's.

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Backlund, Hillston District, in a house with a stable and a garden.

Qilingos, with his distinctive wide jaw and dark green eyes, easily knocked a man unconscious and transformed into his appearance through the extraordinary item.

He then feeds the man to the "creeping hunger" in his hand.

This is a sealed object, a glove.

The wriggling hungry creature ate happily, not knowing that this was its last day of eating.

Everything was ready, and Qilingos left for Queens to attend Duke Negan's residence.

There was a grand dance going on there at the moment.

The ball is divided into two parts, with an upper and lower level separating it.

The first floor was used for dancing. In the center of the venue stood a row of hereditary nobles with regular features and distinguished looks. Some were old, some young, but all undoubtedly exuded nobility.

At the edge of the field were the fringe nobles, their bellies bulging, most of them having purchased their titles. They revolved and shifted around the center of the field, like roast suckling pigs on a turntable.

The second floor was a rest area. At this moment, Audrey Hall was standing on the corridor on the second floor overlooking the dance floor. She leaned against the railing and looked bored at the scene below where roast suckling pigs were dancing around the nobles.

This was probably the "contrast" that Emperor Roselle mentioned, Audrey thought, her thoughts drifting.

She gracefully covered her mouth with her hand and yawned.

It's so boring. I might as well go back and teach Susie how to write instead of wasting time.

Looking at the dancing roast suckling pigs below, Audrey suddenly thought of a dog that always tried to woo Susie at her doorstep.

She withdrew her gaze, looked down at her toes, and played the "walking in a straight line" game out of boredom.

My feet have to stay on the pattern of the tiles or I'll die.

Audrey thought with a hint of childishness.

The exquisite marble tiles are completely natural and have hardly been processed, which results in crooked patterns on them, making the challenge more difficult for her.

At this moment, she saw a figure approaching from the corner of her eye. She quickly slowed down her pace, straightened her back, and instantly transformed into the elegant and quiet Miss Hall.

"Hello, Baron Gramir." Audrey greeted with a perfect smile and etiquette.

Baron Gramire, with his sparse eyebrows and pale blue eyes, smiled and saluted, "Greetings, Backlund's most shining gem."

Not right.

Audrey, as a spectator, immediately noticed the problem but did not expose it.

After the others left, Audrey thought about Qilingos's ability to transform into someone else.

So I immediately decided to tell the parents.

"Reporting" is a compulsory course for every Tarot Club member.

Earl Hall didn't express disbelief like a mindless NPC. Having long since discovered his daughter had secretly become a Beyonder, he immediately believed Audrey's words.

He immediately began to recruit people. Although Earl Hall himself was not a Beyonder, as one of the richest people in the Kingdom of Loen besides the royal family, he was also one of the most powerful "summoners" in the Kingdom of Loen.

Qilingos, right? Vice Admiral Hurricane, right? Pirate General, right?

I admit that you have some skills to be able to sneak into this ball. Once the extraordinary teams of the three major churches arrive, you will be even more capable if you are allowed to escape.

Audrey felt that she couldn't just sit there and wait, so she came to the prayer room in Duke Negan's house and began to pray to Mr. Fool under the holy emblem of the Lord of Storms.

Audrey wasn't worried about being struck by lightning at all. After all, Mr. Fool was a recognized righteous god by the three major churches.

　I've been getting less and less mad lately, and there's a noticeable difference in style from when I first started. I wonder if this might be off-putting to readers. If you have any complaints, please speak up; don't just quit quietly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)