Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 119 Tarot Club declares responsibility for this matter
Is this...is this right?

Aren't you a mage?

Is this the weapon you should hold as a mage?
Oh, you're so naughty. Don't play with such dangerous things next time...

The gust of wind wrapped around Qilingos' right hand suddenly burst out, pushing him to the left and back.

The chainsaw sword suddenly burst into a violent buzzing sound.

The machine spirit was overjoyed, automatically tracking the target and growing longer out of thin air.

This not only exceeded Qi Lingos's expectations, but also exceeded Audrey's expectations.

The chainsaw sword cut off Qilingos's right hand as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter. Qilingos fell from the air with a muffled groan.

Audrey's body trembled, and a feeling of nausea came over her.

Qilingos noticed Audrey's abnormality. Although he didn't know why, he tried to use the Faceless Man's ability to change his body to squeeze and close the wound, while using the Wind-Follower's ability to speed up and escape away from Audrey without looking back.

Audrey stood there in a daze and didn't pursue.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then landed on the ground and began to retch.

No matter how mature she was, she was just a noble lady who had never even seen a pig being slaughtered.

Before this, let alone getting injured in a fight, she had never even slapped anyone.

The scene of the broken hand still scared her after all.

At first, under the influence of adrenaline, she had the courage to raise the chainsaw sword, but after the downward strike, she was actually a little timid.

"How do you feel?" A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and a cool feeling flowed through her body, stabilizing her emotions.

Audrey looked up and followed the voice. She saw a stranger wearing a black windbreaker and an orange smiley mask.

"Who are you?" Audrey asked after recovering a little.

"We just separated." Serris's voice sounded with a smile.

"Oh, you're Mr. Devil." Audrey reacted, "What about Qilingos?"

"There." Cerus leaned sideways, moving away from Audrey's view.

Qilingos stood there, one hand hanging naturally, motionless.

"You should go back. People from the Church of Storms will be here soon," Serris reminded.

"Oh, okay, I'll leave now."

"That's not necessary." When Audrey stood up and prepared to leave, Serres stretched out his hand and gave Audrey a push.

Audrey immediately felt the scene around her receding rapidly. By the time she realized what was happening, she had returned to Duke Negan's mansion, to the rest area on the second floor, in an unnoticed corner.

Audrey immediately cancelled her transformation, quietly squatted down, and pretended that she had been hiding there the whole time.

the other side.

The masked Serris came to Qilingos and stretched out his hand. The glove fell off Qilingos' left hand and flew into Serris' hand.

Serris looked at the seal. It was just a glove with a mouth, nothing special.

Just as Serris was considering how to deal with Qilingos, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The red is redder, the white is whiter, and the black is blacker.

This shows that now and here, the spiritual world and reality are connected.

The bronze-skinned Azik walked out of the spirit world and looked at Serris from afar.

Serris whistled and threw the "Creeping Hunger" towards Azik.

Azik didn't reach out to take it. Beside him, a skeleton arm stretched out from nowhere and grabbed the glove.

The two looked at each other, and no one spoke.

After a few seconds of silence, Azik bowed slightly, saluted Serris, and retreated back to the spirit world, disappearing.

The surrounding colors gradually faded and returned to their original appearance.

A few minutes later, Cardinal Snake of the Church of Storms, wearing a black robe, descended from the sky and landed not far from Serris and Qilingos.

"Hey, you're finally here, little pigeon." Serris, who was sitting on the stone bored, raised his head and looked at Snake who was late.

"Who are you?" Snake asked in a low voice.

"Who am I? I am Cardinal Ace Snake of the Church of the Storm. You don't even know me, and you have the nerve to wear the robe of the Church of the Storm?" Serris asked back, supporting his face with one hand.

Snake, the singer of God, remained silent, but dark clouds gathered over the entire forest, and lightning was surging in the clouds, ready to strike at any time.

"Oh my, who did you learn this habit of fighting over a disagreement from? Oh, yes, the biggest pigeon has the same personality."

It wasn't stated explicitly, but since Serres called Snake the little pigeon at the beginning, it was obvious who the biggest pigeon was.

"You coward, are you from the Spirit Cult?" Veins popped out on Snake's face.

"I told you, I'm from the Church of Storms..." Before Serris could finish his words, lightning struck from the sky.

The lightning did not strike Serris, but instead turned Snake into a big afro.

"See? Lightning is more willing to listen to me than you. Doesn't this prove my identity?"

Snake stopped talking again. These lightning bolts instantly calmed him down.

The idea is difficult to implement and I can't defeat it.

Alger, who had just arrived, happened to see this scene.

Alger immediately took several steps back, preparing to move away from the battlefield.

But Cyrus had already spotted him: "Oh, there's a little pigeon here."

Although he didn't know why he was called a little pigeon, Alger still stopped retreating and stared at Serris warily.

The voice sounded familiar, as if I'd heard it somewhere before, and this mask...

Alger thought of Mr. Devil from the Tarot Club. Suddenly, Alger's eyes lit up.

Mr. Devil has taken action, and Qilingos...

Alger's gaze shifted to behind Serris, where Qilingos stood motionless.

"It's not fun, it's not fun. You guys can have fun by yourselves." Serris stood up, turned around and walked into the forest.

Only after Ceris walked away did Alger dare to walk up to Snake.

Although he guessed that the other party was Mr. Devil, he was not sure whether Mr. Devil could recognize him. If Mr. Devil killed him easily, that would be a lot of fun.

"Have you told anyone else about this information?" Snake, with his afro, turned and asked Alger, "Does anyone else know this information?"

Looking at Snake's charred face and afro, Alger wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare. He could only lower his head and said, "I just received the information and reported it to you, Archbishop."

"Really?" Snake didn't look at Alger. He didn't say whether he believed it or not.

He walked forward, wanting to touch Qilingos who was standing there.

Alger's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Qilingos had just died not long ago. If he tried to communicate with him through spirit, Alger's own problems might be exposed.

Just as Snake was about to touch Qilingos, Qilingos' body suddenly expanded.

Snake immediately took a step back and put some distance between them.

As the two watched, Qilingos's body expanded and deformed, eventually transforming into a giant, rotting tree. In the center of the trunk, facing the two, was Qilingos's face with open eyes.

His limbs grew on the branches, hanging down, his internal organs also grew on the trunk, exposed, and his heart was even beating.

Snake raised his head slightly and found a line of words engraved above Qilingos's head.

The Tarot Club claims responsibility for this incident.

"The Tarot Club?" Snake asked Alger, "Have you heard of this organization?"

"No." Alger lowered his head.

Snake took two more steps forward, wanting to get a closer look.

Suddenly, he seemed to step on something. Looking down, he saw tarot cards scattered on the ground.

Most of the tarot cards were scattered on the ground, and four of them were nailed to the tree trunk, so low that Snake didn't notice them at first.

There is a Fool card, a Justice card, a Devil card and a Hanged Man card.

Alger also noticed the four tarot cards.

Huh? Why is it about me?
Ah, yes, I posted this commission.

So what about Miss Justice? Was it because she provided information, or did she also take action?
"Your Excellency the Bishop, we found this." Several more members of the Storm Church came over.

"What?" Snake, with his dark face and afro, turned around.

Seeing Snake's new look, several members of the Church of the Storm immediately lowered their heads.

One of the church members held up the severed arm in his hands and said, “This is it.”

Snake took the severed arm, looked up at the tree to compare it, and found that there was indeed a hand missing.

Then he began to examine the wound on the broken arm.

"Holy Light... It seems there may have been two people present just now." He glanced down at the tarot cards on the ground again, "Or maybe four."

Alger lowered his head even lower.

"This looks like the work of a demonic path," Snake analyzed, looking at the tree.

"And this is probably the work of the Singer of Paths." Snake shook the broken arm in his hand.

Snake waved his hand, and four tarot cards were blown up by the wind, floating in front of him. "Devil... I got it. Justice... I think this is the path of the eulogist."

He turned around and faced the people behind him. "Then who are the Fool and the Hanged Man? The Hanged Man... represents betrayal..."

He fixed his gaze on Alger: "Are you sure you didn't tell anyone about this information?"

Alger clenched his right fist and tapped his left chest, performing a Church of the Storm ritual. "I, Alger Wilson, swear on my name, spirit, and faith: After receiving the news, I immediately relayed it to you, Archbishop, and have not mentioned it to anyone else. However, I do not know whether the source of the information was leaked."

Snake activated his clairvoyance and sensed that Alger's spirituality had not been drastically affected by the oath.

"Very good." His magnetic voice penetrated Alger's ears.

"Take this tree back." Snake's body flew up and away under the push of the wind, and his voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the wind.

Only then did Alger dare to raise his head and look at the giant flesh and blood tree in front of him.

Being able to play with a demigod so casually, and even changing a person's form of existence...

Alger remembered the "Ether Ghost" that Serris had introduced before.

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In other words, although Mr. Devil is not a Beyonder, he at least possesses the combat power equivalent to Sequence Three, perhaps even more!

Considering that he can freely enter and exit the God-forsaken Land, he is very likely an angel, or even a "useless scholar" of Sequence One!
A Sequence One angel... No wonder Mr. Devil would go to such great lengths to help Mr. Fool spread his faith and even build a church.

I'm afraid Mr. Devil is actually Mr. Fool's follower.

So, if one day, I betrayed the Tarot Club...

This idea suddenly popped up in Alger's mind.

Immediately, the terrifying scene of Qilingos rapidly changing before his eyes immediately emerged in his mind.

Alger shuddered involuntarily, but at the same time, he relaxed.

Since it is impossible to escape and difficult to resist, the only choice is loyalty.

Alger's loyalty has reached 100%.

Process replay: Mr. Fool contributed 10% of the effort, Mr. Devil contributed 10% of the effort, and Mr. Hanged Man contributed 80% of the effort.

(End of this chapter)