Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 13 The Second Tarot Club
After a fruitless debate with the guard monster, Xing ran to the confessional door and lined up. Since he couldn't open the treasure chest, he continued to play the story.

After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, Xing felt a bit tired of waiting and looked around for a member's entrance. Unfortunately, there was none.

"Can't there be more servers? This planner is really clueless."

Helpless, Xing could only continue to queue. After all, she had waited so long before, and she was already here. If she couldn't open the treasure chest, she wouldn't be allowed to advance the storyline? That didn't make sense.

Finally, after waiting in line for almost thirty minutes, she entered the confessional.

He closed the door behind him, and Xing, wrapped in darkness, felt like he had entered the closet of the room. It was so nice, just like being home.

"Child, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the wooden baffle. His voice was calm and gentle, which made Xing unconsciously relax.

She was always relaxed though.

Xing didn't really have much to say. She had just seen everyone else come in, so she came in too. She thought for a moment and asked, "I have a question. If staying up late for a long time can cause sudden death, and regular exercise can make people healthy, then what would happen if I stayed up late and exercised every day?"

The bishop's expression could not be seen through the barrier star, but his voice remained calm: "Perhaps you will gain a strong corpse."

Then the bishop continued, "Do you have any more questions, son?"

This was driving him away, but how could the great star let him have his way? So she continued to ask: "If a person answers a question asked by a mentally retarded person correctly, does that make him smarter or more retarded?"

The bishop was silent for a moment. "Perhaps the followers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom are better able to answer these questions. I know of several academic seminars organized by believers of wisdom. Do you need my guidance?"

Three minutes later, Xing excitedly rushed to the venue of one of the academic seminars.

That night, Klein was attacked by the Secret Order, a secret organization founded by Little Zaratul in the Fourth Epoch that controlled the Diviner's Path.

As expected of an organization that controls the path of fortune tellers, Mr. Fool, the pinnacle of fortune telling, has yet to become a Beyonder. This attacker sacrificed his life to add a crucial and significant contribution to Klein's achievement of becoming a Beyonder.

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Monday came quickly. Xing had already opened up most of the maps in Tingen City in the past few days, but he only got one task from Old Neil.

She was not in a hurry about the task. It would be completed naturally when the time came. What she needed to do now was to get more of them.

A few days later, the buy-one-get-one-free promotion was no longer available, but the 30% off on all drinks remained.

"It doesn't cost any money anyway, and printing a few hundred barrels won't take more than a minute." Sairis, the legendary hacker proficient in ether editing, said so while waving his hands.

Yesterday, new tenants moved into the apartment at No. 2 Narcissus Street across the street. The Moretti family, having heard that their second son had found a good job, wanted to start a new life.

Early this morning, Klein went to the Blackthorn Security Company. Recalling the words left by Emperor Roselle in his diary, he chose to become a Sequence Nine Fortuneteller.

It’s great! If you become a Beyonder today, you can become a Pillar-level Old One tomorrow if you round up.

When Klein arrived, he possessed the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 9 to Sequence 1. Even though they were immediately stripped away by the Goddess, Klein was still considered a half-diviner. This might be a combination, or perhaps it was the Goddess's arrangement.

After becoming a fortune teller, Klein heard the whispers from the top of the sequence for the first time: "Honachis...Fregela...Honachis...Fregela..."

[Tell me, if Klein becomes half-mad after becoming the Fool, what will the lower-level people hear?]

"I guess it's probably Dipsy Pie... Sweet Iced Tea... Dipsy Pie... Sweet Iced Tea..." In the corner of the room, a man named Serris, who had activated his psychological invisibility, squatted. He was here to check in on the famous scene.

After becoming a Beyonder, Klein, through his clairvoyance, saw a large eyeball behind Old Neil. This was Klein's first encounter with the Hidden Sage.

It's really fun to see two evil gods believed in by secret organizations meeting in the lair of the Night Watchmen of the Church of Evernight.

Serris used the blue camera in his hand to capture this scene and left it for Klein to watch later.

At this moment, Serris suddenly thought of the quest he had just completed a few days ago. He asked Erha, "The person he mentioned in that quest was Old Neil, right?"

[Yes, it was triggered by the star.]

"What did he do? Did he cross the road on his bicycle?" Ceres was puzzled.

[No, she just carried Old Neil up a flight of stairs.] In the afternoon, after a busy morning, Master Ke was awakened by the sun. Remembering that he still had to organize a meeting, he felt like the sky was falling.

He struggled to get up from the bed and cleaned himself up. After thinking for a while, he decided: Now that things have come to this, let's eat first.

"You may not believe this, but the great god can only eat black bread with tea and a little butter at noon." Serris gave Xing some mysterious knowledge.

"Why don't you eat meat? Don't you like it?" Xing said the heartbreaking words in an innocent tone.

At one minute to three, Klein took two steps and walked four counterclockwise steps as before, forming a square. He silently recited the corresponding spell in Chinese with each step.

However, he didn't prepare any staple food this time. Ever since establishing a deeper connection with the gray fog last time, Klein found himself in freeloading mode.

Klein closed his eyes and felt a slight itch on the back of his hand. It seemed that the four black dots forming a small square there were becoming more prominent and apparent.

Crazy screams and seductive whispers began to echo, but Klein, who had become a fortune teller, found that his headache was not as severe as last time.

This is a great improvement. If the pain is relieved today, it will be pain-free tomorrow, and it will turn into a feeling of comfort the day after tomorrow.

The future is really promising.

【Guess you're looking for: Slaanesh Corruption. 】

Of course, this wasn't because he wasn't affected. Mr. Fool was no different from before when facing Sefirah Castle. It was because he could control himself and not listen to the roaring and whispering.
As a "Extraordinary Person", he has gained more self-control in such an environment.

Soon, his "body" became lighter and floated upwards. He saw the diffuse, gray, boundless, hazy fog, and the deep red "stars", three of which seemed to have a subtle connection with him, making him feel extremely familiar.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now Klein realized that the star representing Ceris was different from the other two. It was lighter in color, leaning towards orange, and looked more solid, with a hint of a multicolored mist on it.

"Mr. Devil is a big problem," Klein thought.

He looked down at his blurry self again and whispered in confusion, "Is this the astral body that Old Neil mentioned?" Klein now had a deeper understanding of mysticism.

He calmed down for a few seconds, then conjured up the magnificent temple above the gray fog again, the long bronze table located directly below the broad dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs with different constellation symbols.

Klein quietly walked to the top and sat down, allowing his body and face to be enveloped in an even thicker gray mist. He then extended his right hand and remotely tapped the two familiar "deep red" stars and the strange "orange-red" star, establishing a miraculous connection.

He clicked on the three stars one by one, and the stars shone brightly.

It was three in the afternoon, the auspicious hour. Ceris felt a gray mist surge before his eyes, and a crimson light surged like a tide. He closed his eyes, and his body transformed into a meme. Drawled by the gray mist and crimson light, he vanished from the spot.

In the windowless basement, Alger Wilson, with his broad yet deep features, sat beside a long table filled with various utensils and parchment scrolls.

In front of him, a half-burned candle stood, and the dim and weak flame illuminated the surrounding objects and the surface of the long table, making the light and shadows float and hazy.

Alger's hair was messy like seaweed, a dark blue almost black. He wore a robe embroidered with lightning patterns. He clasped his hands together, thumbs touching, and leaned forward to stare at a bottle of dark liquid to the left of the candle.

From time to time, the sound of howling wind and sometimes the sound of surging sea could be heard from the sealed bottle. In the places that were not submerged by the dark liquid, a faint mist spread and squirmed, as if it had grown eyes and a mouth.

Alger glanced sideways at the wall clock and saw the hour hand pointing to three. He pinched his temple, his eyes suddenly darkening, and the various utensils on the table began to take on a subtle luster.

At this moment, he found that a deep red light surged out of nowhere like a tide and submerged him in an instant.

Backlund, Queens, in the Hall family's luxurious villa. After sending her dance teacher away, Audrey locked the door and sat upright in front of the dressing table.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the flowers were blooming brightly. On the table, a blank notebook bound with delicate light brown parchment was quietly spread out. To the right of it was a fountain pen with a golden tip and a body inlaid with red gems.

Audrey tried it out, making sure she could pick up the pen and write down the recipe as soon as she left the party.

She was really looking forward to it. She took a breath, suppressed her excitement, pursed her lips and looked at the mirror.

However, she could not see her own reflection, only the deep red and illusory light bursting out from all around and from within her body at the same time.

(End of this chapter)