Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 136 New Tarot Club, New Members

Chapter 136 New Tarot Club, New Members
"Besides the six angels, there are thirteen saints under my Lord's throne. They are known as the Thirteen Heroes of Chasing Fire. Among them, Saint Kong Meng is my Lord's most beloved saint, always accompanying him..."

A few minutes later, Amon finished speaking the contents of the holy book.

"That's amazing." Xing clapped his hands enthusiastically.

"That's about the specific situation. I wonder if the two ladies are interested in believing in our Lord of Fools?" Amon smiled as he looked at the two ladies in front of him. He simply ignored the maid, Annie.

"Sorry, I'm a believer in the Goddess of Night." Although it seemed like he wanted to say that he believed in Mr. Fool, his long-standing belief in Night was still difficult to change.

"I'm sorry, I've always been a loyal believer of the Trash Can Cult..." Xing answered without hesitation.

"We don't mind if our followers also believe in other religions. Of course, other religions might mind." Amon pinched his eye sockets. "Can you introduce your Trash Can Cult to me? I'm a little interested."

"Of course." Xing became excited when he talked about this.

"Let me introduce you to our great Tatarov."

Ten minutes later, Audrey left in her own carriage.

My head is full of the great king of garbage.

"Annie, is the trash can really that good?" Audrey asked the maid beside her uncertainly.

"I don't know, miss," Anne replied in an equally confused tone.

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The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform. The huge Thomas the Tank Engine, dragging more than twenty carriages, slowly stopped at the Backlund platform.

Klein, dressed in a tuxedo, a half-high silk hat, and with a cat perched on his shoulder, easily carried a suitcase that was too large for his size and stepped steadily onto the grounds of Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen.

The suitcase contained all his belongings.

As soon as he arrived in Backlund, he was choked by the thick smog and started coughing repeatedly.

The smog is so thick, it feels like a Jack the Ripper situation.

Yesterday, Klein, who was resurrected after watching the advertisement, crawled out of the grave like the login screen of the game Plants vs. Zombies.

It was a true resurrection from watching advertisements. He was woken up by the advertisement sound on his mobile phone.

He was lying in the grave at the time, listening to the sound of "yi dao 999" and the sound of little claws digging the grave.

After opening the coffin, Klein heard Padomeow's happy meow: "Brother Ke, we know you're not dead."

Klein patted Padomeow's head and asked curiously, "Really? Then how did you know?"

"We saw it," replied Pardo.

This was most likely caused by excessive spirituality, akin to a divination effect, Klein guessed.

After being resurrected, he always felt that there was something strange about the incident, so he divined the culprit behind the whole thing.

He performed divination and saw Ins Zangwill, and instinctively felt that there seemed to be someone behind him.

But since the clues were interrupted, he only knew that it was Ins Zangwill who did these things.

I don’t care if there is someone behind you or not, I don’t care if you are a pawn or not.

Ins Zangwill, when I find you, I will definitely make you experience the ultimate insult.

Just wait for me to stuff durian into your swallow.

Klein was quite angry.

I haven't exchanged my gem for money yet!
In order to find an explanation for his lost money and to seek revenge against Ins Zangwill, Klein divined the opportunity for himself to become stronger.

dreaming.

This doesn't mean he's daydreaming, to be precise, he's simulating the universe.

Of course, this is also very normal. After all, all the external plug-ins he is wearing now are from the simulated universe.

He also divined for ways that would help him get promoted.

In Backlund.

In order to avoid involving his brother and sister in the aftermath, Klein didn't plan to go home, but he still secretly went back to take a look.

Just in time for his brother and sister to go to the circus, Klein mixed in with the clowns and performed magic tricks.

Unfortunately, his sister remained expressionless throughout, even when facing him.

It was Klein's great failure.

At that moment, Klein felt that his clown potion was completely digested.

And it seems not only because he fully understands the connotation of the Joker...

Although the result did not seem satisfactory, on the bright side, he completely digested the clown's potion.

It's a mixed feeling.

It seems that he doesn't have to spend half a year's salary to buy Miss Justice a breakfast that she completely despises.

On the train to Backlund, Klein received a text message from Ceris.

Sow Prince: “Are you there?”

Sow Prince: "I know you are not dead."

Sow Prince: "Don't play dead."

Prince Pig: "I dug up your grave, but you weren't there at all. Where were you?"

Want to make a lot of money: "Fuck, what the hell did you do?"

As a former keyboard warrior, Klein's true nature was revealed the moment he got online.

The whole person turned into a keyboard warrior, and his speaking style was wrong.

Sow Prince: "I lied to you. I just wanted to see if you could come back to life by watching the commercials."

Prince Pig: "I didn't dig up your grave. I just ate all your tributes."

Prince Pig: "I like to tell little lies."

In this way, Klein arrived in Backlund, and then took the steam subway and public carriage to find a house for rent.

Although Ceris invited Klein to stay at the World's End Tavern or the Church of Mercy, Klein refused.

The tavern was a mixed crowd and he was afraid of accidents.

As for the church, forget it. He always felt out of place living in a church that worshipped his own faith.

It felt like he would be nailed to the cross in the next second.

"Catholics use the cross as a symbol of trust. Why do they think Jesus liked the cross?" Klein suddenly had an idea and asked Padmeow on his shoulder.

"Maybe it means if it doesn't work, I'll put it back for you?" Paduo Miao replied uncertainly.
While daydreaming, he came to No. 17 Minsk Street and rang the doorbell.

There are two mechanical robins hanging on the doorbell. When you press the doorbell, the two mechanical robins will immediately make bird calls.

Oh, welcome... spitting... oh oh oh. The workmanship is a little rough, but still pretty good, Klein commented.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that after leaving the Nighthawks, his handicrafts had improved a lot, and the paper figures he folded were no longer ugly.

It felt like the curse I had been carrying had suddenly disappeared.

Soon, he was welcomed into the house by a maid and rented the house next door at No. 15 from Mrs. Samuel.

As Sherlock Moriarty, a false identity he had prepared for himself.

Paddo the cat also got a new name: Peanut.

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Klein's first morning in Backlund began with a poor environment and cheap food.

Even Padomeow couldn't stand it anymore and offered to help him get some money back.

Klein declined.

He was busy the entire morning. He first went to the headquarters of the Backlund Post in Cherwood District and spent 30 pounds to subscribe to a month's worth of advertisements.

It's expensive, but there's no "Backlund Honest Man Newspaper," so there's nothing I can do.

Klein suddenly had an idea and asked Padu, "Padu, do you still remember that place filled with gray fog?"

Paduo thought for a moment and said, "I remember. It's the place where Brother Ke would act so cool."

"That's right." Because the gray fog had been exposed, and as a comrade who had experienced life and death together, Klein told Padomeow about the situation of the Tarot Club.

After spending a long time together, Klein has developed a lot of trust in Pardo.

"I'm familiar with this!" Padomeow was very happy to be able to help Klein. "Isn't it just being the supporting actor? Sister Weiwei often asked me to do this job before."

"Leave it to us." Padomeow patted his chest with his little paws.

"Okay, then you can recite my honorific name first... I don't know if the cat's meow will work." Klein said uncertainly.

"I think I can speak now..." Paduo Miao suddenly opened his mouth, vibrating the air and speaking in Chinese, "After consuming that Beyonder characteristic."

"Huh?" Klein was stunned, then said, "Then repeat after me. It doesn't belong to..."

At 2:45 p.m., he returned to his bedroom, locked the door, drew the curtains, and created a spiritual wall with "holy night powder."

Then he walked four steps backwards, came to the top of the gray fog, and pulled Padu into the gray fog first.

"You need a code name." Mr. Fool, high above the gray fog, materialized a deck of tarot cards.

"As you command, great Mr. Fool." Padmeow raised his little paw and saluted.

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A place abandoned by God.

Derrick was at home, having just returned from playing cards at church.

Cerus brought an alarm clock to Silver City, which freed him from worrying about time and allowed him to set specific times for weekly meetings.

Now, everyone in town knew that he was attending a magical tarot session, so he didn't have to hide anything.

Suddenly, Derrick's vision blurred and he felt himself surrounded by thick gray fog.

And in the indescribable distance, deep in the gray fog, a vague figure sat upright on an ancient high-backed chair, looking down at him.

"Get ready for the party." The Fool's voice echoed in Derrick's ears.

He fell back and lay on the bed.

Ready.

On the ceiling, the light bulb brought by Mr. Devil, which worked on an unknown principle, was emitting enough light to fill the entire room.

A deep red light emerged from in front of him, covering the light of the bulb.

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Backlund, Queens.

Audrey excused herself as tired and returned to her bedroom. She suppressed her excitement and refrained from pacing. Instead, she sat quietly on the bed, waiting for Mr. Fool's call.

Although she knew Mr. Fool wouldn't care, she couldn't wait to tell the rest of the Tarot Club that she had donated 10,000 pounds.

I don't mean to show off, I just want to call on everyone to donate, after all, the Mercy Church is really dilapidated now.

Of course, it would be even better to have a compliment from Mr. Fool.

Soon, the crimson tide arrived as expected.

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On an ancient sailing ship.

Alger locked the door of the captain's cabin and sat behind the sextant and navigation notes, constantly writing in Russell's diary.

Having received praise from the top brass, he had no desire to linger in the bustling city of Backlund. He took the initiative to leave the metropolis and returned to the sea, carrying with him a batch of secretly transcribed Russell diaries.

At this moment, he felt the call of the Fool.

He remembered the miserable plight of Qilingos.

Qilingos is still alive, or rather, he cannot die now.

He was also very conscious, but because he was now a tree, he was unable to take any action at all.

Can't hear, can't see.

But although his consciousness is very clear, he is unable to communicate.

Alger shuddered and instinctively lowered his head, allowing the crimson tide to swallow him.

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The World's End Tavern.

Serris, who was chatting with Amon, suddenly said, "I'm going to Sefirah Castle. Bye."

"Can you introduce me to someone?" Amon smiled and adjusted his monocle.

"Hmm..." Serris actually thought about it carefully.