Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 148: The weather is cold, it’s time to bankrupt Sefirah Castle

Night, 15 Minsk Street.

After Klein and Padomeow finished their dinner, he casually closed the curtains and straightened his collar. He took his hat and cane, left Padomeow at home, and left 15 Minsk Street alone.

As he turned a corner, Klein's face and figure rapidly changed. By the time he turned around, he had transformed into a middle-aged, ferocious-looking man.

His bulging muscles stretched out his ill-fitting suit jacket, and his hair was messy under his hat.

The whole person turned from a British gentleman into a thug in a suit.

A few minutes later, Klein arrived at the Brave Bar on Iron Gate Street. This was where Ceris recommended him to go, saying there was a gathering of Beyonders there.

Stepping into the tavern, Klein straightened his messy hair and tugged at his collar, which clearly didn't fit him.

I walked to the bar and stood before the owner, Caspar. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm here to meet up with Mr. Wisdom's Eye. The owner of the World's End Tavern recommended me."

"Of course, I understand the rules." Klein said, gnashing his teeth as he stuffed two one-pound notes into Caspar's hand.

Serris only told him that there was a Beyonder gathering tonight, but didn't specify where it was. He only told him to pay the owner of the tavern.

Caspars stared at Klein for several seconds.

"You're very good at handling things." As he spoke, he reached out to take the banknote from Klein's hand and pulled it back.

Didn't move.

"..."

Caspars stared at Klein for a few more seconds and said, "Let go."

After saying that, he pulled his hand back.

"Can it be cheaper?" Klein lowered his voice.

"No, you're a grown man, how can you be so petty?" Kaspars said. "I'm telling you, if you tear the money, it's not mine."

Klein then reluctantly let go of her hand.

Caspers turned around and said a few words to his fellow card players. He then led Klein limping towards the bar's kitchen, from where they entered the alley behind and circled to a darkened house.

He took out an iron mask that only covered the upper half of his face and handed it to Klein.

Klein took the mask and put it on his face.

Speaking of which, shouldn't the Masked Fool have a mask? I've been a member of the Masked Fool for a long time, and I haven't seen Ceris give me one.

Could it be that he forgot?

Seeing that he was ready, Kaspers knocked on the door rhythmically.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing an orange mask.

"Why you?" Kaspers asked.

"I'm just closest to the door, right?" Ceres said with a smile.

After saying that, Ceris handed Klein a hooded robe and said, "Yes, wear this."

"Thank you." Klein took the robe speechlessly.

Your mask is so iconic, it makes no difference whether you wear it or not.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Serris saw Klein's confusion.

Klein nodded in understanding.

If I had Ceris's power, I'd be even more arrogant than him. I'd even be willing to pay for a high-end dress and eat Dipsy Pie and drink sweet iced tea every day...

Ceris closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room into the living room on the first floor.

"You've done a good job of disguising yourself." Cerus led the way.

Klein wasn't surprised that Serris could see through his disguise. In his opinion, Serris's strength should be similar to that of an angel.

Because he still couldn't sense Serris's true strength, and couldn't even see his spirit.

This reminded Klein of a destiny called [Mystery] that Ceris had mentioned.

Entering the secret gathering place, you can see a candle lit on the coffee table. The dim light makes the whole room hazy.

There were about ten people sitting on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hooded robes and iron-colored masks.

Not as good as my Tarot Club, Klein thought to himself.

"This is it," Ceris introduced to Klein.

"Why don't you just bring me in?" Klein felt bad for the two-pound note.

"Because I just like to see you feel the pain when you spend money." Serris said bluntly.

Not knowing what to say, Klein, after putting on his robe, quietly found a chair in the corner and sat down. Ceris sat next to him.

After a while, he heard a chubby-faced man complaining, "There have been a lot of wild beasts in the sewers lately. They ate a lot of the herbs I planted."

"They are much smarter than you. They didn't touch anything poisonous. I need someone to help me clean it up. You know, this is not my specialty. I am only good at mixing potions to treat you."

"This is a pharmacist. You know, the most powerful thing about the pharmacist path is that they produce mummy powder."

Klein was well aware that mummy powder was an aphrodisiac.

"You've made them sound useless," Klein commented.

"No, no, no, they're still very useful. For example..." Serris thought for a moment, "They can mass-produce mummy powder." Serris raised a fist. "Imagine spreading it out during a fight, and the enemy suddenly..."

"Bang." Serris said with his index finger.

Klein stared at the index finger for two seconds, as if he was thinking about that scenario.

"That's very useful." Klein acknowledged the authority of the mummy powder.

Really awesome.

"I'll repeat, I need someone to help me clean out the new beasts that have appeared in the sewers. Just focus on the Backlund Bridge area. I'll pay you four bottles of precious potions, two of which can effectively stop bleeding and promote wound healing. Believe me, this is better than going to the clinic for suture surgery, and it will work for six months." The fat pharmacist emphasized again.

"He's not as useless as you say." Klein said to Ceres.

Ceres smiled but said nothing.

"As for the other two bottles, they have a shelf life of one and a half months. They can help men regain the impulses they had at seventeen or eighteen, turning them into extraordinary individuals in bed. Hehe, you know what I mean. Even after the expiration date, it will still produce the same effect, but it will spread from there throughout the body. The user will become extremely violent, with a significant increase in strength, speed, and agility. Uh, they will become weak after half an hour."

Serris spread his hands and said, "See, this is called professionalism."

"I don't think this drug is limited to that. You can use it as a stimulant," Klein analyzed rationally.

"Of course." Cerus nodded. "You can pretend to be a woodpecker or a pile driver."

This small, extraordinary gathering ended quickly. Klein didn't find what he wanted here. Instead, he sold two homemade talismans to the organizer of the gathering, Mr. "Eye of Wisdom."

"It's a very good idea, really. Can the production method be sold?" The Wisdom Eye, who has a collecting habit, took the two talismans and examined them carefully.

"Sorry." Klein refused flatly.

"Really? What a pity." The Eye of Wisdom looked very regretful. "Excuse me, which righteous god do you believe in? Of course, if you don't want to talk about private matters, that's fine."

"There's nothing I can't say." Klein's lips curled up under the half-mask, revealing a slight smile. "I believe in the Lord of Fools."

Everyone at the gathering focused their attention on Klein and Ceris.

"Oh, this is really strange." The fat pharmacist laughed. "I haven't seen many followers of the Lord of Fools in all of Backlund, but I can run into two at this gathering."

"Of course, this is normal." The old man with the Eye of Wisdom replied.

Klein smiled and nodded. To impersonate a follower of the Lord of Fools... though it wasn't really an impersonation, he still put in a lot of effort.

At least he had memorized the full name of the Lord of Fools.

A transcendent above miracles, a compassionate one hidden in joy, a master of great and absurd foolishness.

Cerus said that this honorific name could also refer to himself, although he did not know why.

Serris also promoted his own products, but the quality of what he sold here was so far inferior to that of the Tarot Club that no one was willing to buy them.

"Is there really no one willing to buy this fully automatic doll of mine? If you don't have elderly people at home, you can buy one to take care of them." Serris was promoting his palm-sized doll.

As he spoke, the puppet lost its balance and fell off the table. It hit the ground and broke into pieces.

"Don't let your imagination run wild, my friend. We wild Beyonders have a hard time feeding ourselves." It was the fat pharmacist who spoke again, using his unique half-sarcastic, half-persuasive way of speaking.

"I admire your technology, but you don't seem willing to sell it to me." The Eye of Wisdom admired this technology for making puppets.

As he spoke, the puppet put itself back together.

"You can buy one and study it yourself." Serris continued to try to sell it.

"No, I can't understand what you're selling." Eye of Wisdom waved his hand. He had already bought several things sold by Serris before.

The result was that none of them were fully understood.

"You can try to believe in our great Lord of Fools. Maybe one day you will be able to create something like this." Serris tried to preach.

The Eye of Wisdom smiled but said nothing.

How do you want me to answer this?
Leaving the party, Ceris suddenly stopped Klein halfway.

He brought Klein to an alley and with a casual gesture, an invisible barrier enveloped the two of them.

"What's wrong?" Klein took two steps back, his hands protecting his chest. "Don't mess around! If you do, I'll call for help."

Serris ignored Klein's antics. He put his hands behind his back and looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle.

"How do you feel about your accumulated strength now?" asked Serris.

Klein's heart skipped a beat.

No way……

"It's getting cold. It's time to bankrupt Sefirah Castle." Serris said in the cold wind, with his hands behind his back.

"I think... wait, what is Sefirah Castle?" Klein was about to retort when he suddenly noticed a new term.

"It's a place filled with gray fog. You can think of it as the Kingdom of Fools. Although it isn't actually the Kingdom of Fools in essence, it makes it easier for you to understand." Serris explained.

Oh, so my cheat code is called Sefirah Castle. I just found out now.

"So what you mean is..."

Serris casually pulled out a yellow coat and draped it over Klein.

"Klein, it's getting cold. Put on a yellow robe."

(End of this chapter)