Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 142 The Charming Moment of the Thieves' Principality

When Klein regained his vision, he noticed that he was sitting in a dark tent.

All around was the hustle and bustle of people talking and walking, and the aroma of sleep-inducing fragrance.

He raised his hand and felt something was clearly wrong. The gravity here seemed too low, making him feel top-heavy.

Before him stood a woman dressed as a fortuneteller, her body tightly wrapped in a long, dark purple hooded cloak dotted with stars. A veil obscured her features, revealing only a pair of beautiful, hazy eyes.

In the gloomy environment, she looks quite mysterious.

A fortune teller? Oh wow, this is really a suitable profession.

Klein subconsciously activated his clairvoyance and saw that her aura was blurry. He couldn't judge her condition. But this only proved that she was truly capable.

The fortune teller's veil obscured her expression, leaving only her hazy eyes to gaze at Klein. She pulled out a deck of tarot cards from her long sleeves, as deep as the starry sky, and expertly divided them into several piles, placing them in front of Klein.

This is divination for him.

"Peering into fate is like pulling pieces from the bottom of a building block. If you're too greedy, the predictions will come crashing down." The fortuneteller placed his hand on the deck of cards. "And what do you hope to see from this?"

A very impressive statement. Klein secretly took note.

Maybe I can use it when I want to show off in the future.

"Is it free?" Klein asked.

He didn't have a penny on him now.

The fortune teller paused for a few seconds and nodded gently: "It's free."

"Nothing?" Klein emphasized.

"You won't lose anything." The fortune teller nodded helplessly.

"Okay, then, tell me about my recent fortune."

Klein asked a fairly common question. A simple question often reveals a person's professionalism.

The fortune teller pulled out three tarot cards and placed them on the table. This action made Klein shake his head inwardly.

Divination, this kind of thing allows the person being divined to flip the cards in order to see more.

But perhaps this was a common divination method used by other civilizations. Therefore, Klein showed no reaction.

You try to find a balance in your daily life, even if it means making choices, you still yearn for the ideal free life.

The fortune teller flipped over the three tarot cards one by one, revealing patterns Klein had never seen before.

The first card is of a man wandering around in his pajamas.

The second card is a group of robots.

The third card is a huge tree covered with fruits.

Klein subconsciously raised his chin. He had never seen these tarot cards before, so it was difficult for him to interpret anything from them.

Refocusing his gaze on the fortune teller's face, which was hidden by the veil, Klein waited for the result.

"You have experienced some unforgettable things that have profoundly changed the trajectory of your life. When you face them, your future will also change." The fortune teller spoke softly. Her voice was very gentle, and her tones were connected. Each word was connected to the ending sound of the previous word.

"A positive attitude will eventually lead to positive results. After a lot of hard work, your life will soon usher in an exciting turn."

Klein crossed his fingers and said, "That sounds like a pretty good idea."

"Thank you." Although I don't know whether the divination is accurate, since the other party said good things, it won't be wrong to say thank you.

"You don't need to thank me." The fortune teller's tone returned to normal. "You have already paid the price."

What the hell did I pay for this? Explain yourself!

"Isn't it free?" Klein asked.

"You have nothing to lose." The fortune teller pushed the Chapter 3 Tarot Card in front of Klein. "This is your reward."

Remuneration? You're giving me a reward for what?

Can you please stop being a riddler at this time?

"Can you tell me exactly what I paid?"

"Pay the price you should pay." The fortune teller continued to riddle the man.

Klein was a little furious.

"No, this...you have to explain yourself clearly."

"I copied some insignificant memories." After saying that, the fortune teller's figure gradually became transparent and disappeared before Klein's eyes.

Memory? Oh, that's okay, I thought you were touching my money.

Klein's eyes turned dead. Although he was upset about having his memories copied, there was no point in him sulking now that everyone was gone.

He stood up helplessly without touching anything in the tent.

Just like what happened just now, all the gifts from fate were secretly marked with a price. He didn't want to have to pay for what he took.

He was also slacking off. Before, everything in the simulated universe was free, but now that something suddenly required payment, he felt a little uncomfortable.

I left the tent and found myself standing in a night market.

He dusted himself off and walked down the street. It was a ruin, with stalls from the night market set up atop the crumbling walls. Klein walked aimlessly until he was stopped by a vending machine.

Looking at the logo on it, Klein recognized that this should be a machine sold by Interstellar Peace Company.

Although it had no eyes, Klein felt that at this moment, the vending machine was looking at him pitifully and alone.

How the hell could he see such a human expression in a vending machine.

The light on the vending machine flashed twice, as if a human was blinking to be cute.

No, buddy, I'm not an omnic. What's the point of you trying this on me?

As if sensing Klein's hardened heart, the vending machine uttered a pitiful voice, "Please buy some! If I don't see any sales, I'll be fired. I have a smart refrigerator and a robot vacuum cleaner at home to support."

Your family members are quite diverse.

Then, the vending machine began to complain frantically: "Kind sir, as the only salesperson in the Talia region, I have had negative sales for several consecutive years, and my performance is at the bottom of the sales department. If this continues, I will definitely be fired."

"Don't you have anyone else buying things here? As the only salesperson, you should be making a lot of money," Klein asked in confusion.

He still knows how profitable monopoly is.

The vending machine was stunned at first, seemingly confused as to why Klein asked such a question.

Then, as if it figured something out, the indicator light on the vending machine suddenly lit up.

"Kind sir, you don't understand. Look at the environment here. What's the saying? Poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. Customers here never pay when they shop."

The vending machines fell over, their backs facing Klein. They were covered with various grooves and footprints, as well as notches made by hammers and knives.

"They all robbed me! I'm just a poor vending machine, unarmed. How can I defeat those strong organic life forms?"

Its tone was so sorrowful that it even made Klein suspect that there was a real person hiding in the vending machine.

"Even if you say so, I don't have any money." Klein spread his hands.

"Look at what you said. This tarot card in your hand is worth a lot of money."

"Is that so?" Klein glanced at the tarot cards in his hand.

So, that fortune teller still had some conscience? At least he didn't fool me with fake stuff.

Looking at the vending machine's miserable appearance, Klein sighed silently.

He didn't really need it anyway.

"Okay, so what can I get from you in exchange for this tarot card?"

"Anything is fine!" the vending machine said happily, "You can choose five items from me... oh, no, three items to take away."

Klein took a look and saw that it was full of snacks.

After thinking carefully, he chose two bags of what looked like potato chips and a can of what looked like cola.

"Just put the tarot cards in through the slot for the banknotes," the vending machine said happily. Klein was speechless. He found it surprising that he could see such joy in a vending machine.

Raising his hand and stuffing the tarot cards in, Klein stood there waiting for the vending machine to deliver the cards.

The vending machine didn't deliver anything, but instead asked a question: "Hey, is this your first time in the Thieves' Principality?"

The Thieves' Duchy? This name gave Klein a sense of unease.

The name sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it.

"Well, it seems so. As a reward for this tarot card, I'll kindly remind you to check yourself carefully to see if you're missing anything."

After saying that, the vending machine disappeared from the spot with a puff, like a punctured balloon.

What the hell, I got cheated again!

Without time to dwell on the fact that he had been cheated again, Klein quickly reached for his pocket.

No, he has only been here for a few minutes, not even ten minutes, right?
The paper figurines and bullets in his pockets, the revolver in his armpit pouch, and even the coins he usually used for divination were all gone!
It's broken, it's the charm moment for thieves.

Klein was completely furious, and he immediately entered the state of Herrscher.

"No, that person can't afford to play!"

"Practice more if you are good at it. If you can't afford to lose, don't play."

"Just fly if you want to, why are you so angry?"

When the surrounding vendors saw Klein's expression, they immediately packed up their stalls and ran away.

He kept talking while running.

Klein was so angry that he wanted to use the explosive skill of the [Annihilation] mark to show them his talent.

Finally, Klein sighed and decided not to do it.

Forget it……

Only then did Klein finally remember where he had seen the name "Duchy of Thieves." It was mentioned in a diary submitted by Ceres at a Tarot meeting.

"Alas." As Klein sighed, the environment changed again.

(End of this chapter)