Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 12 It is normal for treasure chests to have guarding monsters

The next day, Klein went to Hoy University to cancel his interview. There, he ran into Mr. Azik, a history teacher who had often helped Klein.

Mr. Azik is a middle-aged gentleman of medium build with bronze skin. He has soft features and no beard. There is a black mole under his right ear that can only be seen if you look closely.

Since Mr. Azik looked like someone who was quite cultured and well-versed in history, Klein casually brought up information like the "Solomon Empire" and the "Antigonus Family" during the conversation, hoping to see if the teacher had any insights.

At this time, Klein did not know Azik's identity, and he did not even have a clear understanding of angels.

Azik answered every question Klein asked. Unfortunately, his memory was incomplete. In response to Klein's curiosity, Azik could only respond with comments like "I seem to have heard of it before" or "It sounds a bit familiar."

After a friendly chat, Azik and another instructor left for a meeting. Klein took off his hat and saluted, watching them leave. Only after they were gone did he slowly walk home alone.

Because Klein is a gentleman with a "top hat".

Walking home, cane in hand, in the sunshine, Klein, who had already developed the habit of checking his phone while walking before crossing over, unfolded a copy of the Tingen Morning Post.

Klein was skilled and courageous as he read the newspaper while walking, not afraid of bumping into telephone poles.

Although there are no telephone poles at this time.

"Boom."

hit.

“Why are there telephone poles in this day and age?”

Klein looked up and saw that there were no wires on the pole, but there were two gas lamps hanging on it.

Klein rubbed his head. Yes, there are no telephone poles here, but there are street lights.

Klein walked around the streetlight and continued reading the newspaper.

Tingen boasts a wide variety of newspapers. There's a vast array of morning papers, evening papers, and even the Honest Man's Newspaper. The content is often mixed, making it difficult to discern truth from falsehood. Emperor Roselle's invention of "clickbait" and "shocking literature" has especially tainted the newspaper landscape.

Klein skipped over the rest of the information and accurately found the recent home invasion and murder case. The answer was very official, summarizing that the deceased was currently emotionally stable and had not shown any signs of violent behavior. He had not challenged the police's decision, and the situation was still under control.

The reporter of this article was named John Browning. The name sounds quite impressive and he was a good candidate to be a gun designer.

Klein, who was walking and reading on the tree-lined path, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, as if there were thin needles inserted there. The timid Ke Miao immediately became furious at the spiritual premonition.

Someone was watching him.

He pretended to be calm and got on a public carriage. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to go to Champagne Street.

After getting off the bus, he pretended not to notice anything, carrying his cane and newspaper, and slowly walked around Zouteland Street and turned into Red Moon Street. He walked into St. Selina Church as if nothing had happened.

The great king of whistleblowing has decided to sue the parents.

If you have the guts, come in. (Pointing)

After entering the church, the gaze that had been following him disappeared. Klein's expression remained calm as he prepared to find a seat outside the open prayer hall.

Glancing around, Klein met a pair of amber eyes.

"That's the one I met yesterday." Klein's thoughts turned, "Perhaps she is also a follower of the Goddess of Night?"

Klein withdrew his gaze and found a deserted spot near the passage to sit down. He placed his hat and newspaper on his knees and clasped his hands together, resting them against his drooping forehead.

Congratulations to Brother Hat and Brother Newspaper for achieving their achievements:
[Mr. Fool's Knee Pillow] Elsewhere, Xing saw the man named Klein look away and retracted his gaze. He lowered his head slightly, an inexplicable glint in his eyes.

Many people think Xing is not smart, but in fact, she just doesn't like to use her brain. At this moment, Xing's CPU, without an external brain, is running at high speed.

Serris had said that the bookish figure was called Klein, the protagonist of this world. Xing, of course, had read novels and knew what a protagonist meant. She'd been arguing with Serris just to tease him. At least that was what Xing thought now... probably.

Since the protagonist has entered this church, there is no doubt that there must be a treasure chest here!

Isn't this something everyone knows? There's definitely a treasure chest next to the protagonist.

She had only thought the building was tall and, driven by curiosity, had come in to look at the map. Unexpectedly, she encountered an unexpected surprise.

Her eyes quickly scanned the area, only to find a few suitcases. This disappointed her. Ownerless treasure chests couldn't be opened. Jizi had warned her many times.

So she turned her eyes to the trash can in the corner of the church.

As expected of the Church of Night, even the trash cans in this sacred place were dotted with starlight. The light from the overhead chandelier cast a veil over the trash cans.

Xing was extremely confident: "This is an interactive option."

She planned to go and see the tempting trash can over there after the mass was over.

As for why she doesn't go now?
What a joke.

"Even children know that they can't control the character's subjective actions when going through the plot." Xing said confidently.

That's a perfect answer. As expected of a Pinocchio shareholder.

The sermon ended quickly, and the bishop opened the door of the confessional next to him. Men and women lined up in front of the door.

Klein also reopened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, and stood up, lining up in an orderly manner. After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Before closing the door, he looked back again and saw the lady with amber eyes discussing something with the nun.

This made him more convinced that she was a believer of the Night. If she wasn't a believer of the Night, then what could she possibly be discussing with the nun?

It can’t be the trash can next to it, right?
Klein laughed at his own thoughts. He closed the door, and the darkness returned.

"Madam, please don't do this." The middle-aged nun had a gentle expression, but a hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

He suffered from hysteria at such a young age. What a good child. What a pity.

Xing, however, had a serious expression on his face and was telling the nun his theory in a serious manner.

"Look, sister, it's glowing, which means it's inviting me. As a gentleman, I can't refuse it."

"It's just reflected light, child." The nun's demeanor became gentler, and even the way she addressed him changed unconsciously.

What a nice child! She even calls me sister. The nun thought.

Seeing the nun's refusal to budge, Xing could only turn and leave. She couldn't understand that the beauty of the trash can was the nun's loss, not hers. She could only sigh inwardly.

She knew that treasure chests were always guarded by monsters, and this nun was undoubtedly one of them. It was just that Grandpa Xing was kind and unwilling to take action against her. After all, she was just a poor person blinded by society's prevailing views. Why should poor people suffer for being poor?

It's a pity that she is such a good nun and still has to guard the treasure chest at her old age.

(End of this chapter)