Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 155 Arrodes, the best special effects editor in the world

This is not Audrey's own power, but the ability of the Silver Branch Light Cone.

Title: The Aesthetics of Knighthood.

This was followed by a series of explosions.

"Bang bang bang."

To subdue others without hurting them is the aesthetic of chivalry, but unfortunately, Audrey is not a knight and she has no intention of maintaining any aesthetics.

Audrey now just wanted to blow up the old pervert's Armstrong cannon.

If you dare to tease me, then you will receive justice!

If you manage to escape, I hope you can go back and complain to your wife.

Audrey finally looks a bit like a "diamond".

"Good!" Serris clapped his hands and fanned the flames, "Blow up his oo!"

Bakerlan had not anticipated this scene at all. With his spirituality stripped away, he couldn't even escape through a paper doll substitute.

His original plan was to reveal the puppet, pretend that it could only control one person, and then delay time by saying disgusting things.

But he didn't expect that Audrey could instantly break free from the control equivalent to Sequence Five.

Finally, amidst a scream, a golden spear pierced Bakerlang's heart, ending his life.

This was Audrey's first time killing someone, and although it was a bit disgusting, she still tried her best to use meditation techniques to adjust her emotions.

The room that had been expanded quickly shrank and returned to its original state.

Baker's lower body disappeared, while his upper body remained standing. The golden spear on his chest turned into a point of light and disappeared. Less than a meter in front of him were Serris and Audrey.

"It's your first time killing someone. Does it feel uncomfortable?" Serris had now turned into the masked figure that Audrey had seen before.

Audrey frowned and nodded at first, then she regained her spirits and looked at Serris: "Should we set up the scene now? Leave our tarot cards behind?"

Ever since she saw the tarot cards left by Mr. Devil in the newspaper last time, she has been very interested in them and wanted to try them herself.

Serris chuckled and nodded, "Yes, that's right. How do you want to arrange it?"

Audrey put her hand on her chin and began to think: "Hmm... let me think about it..."

Audrey was thinking when Serris completely lifted the blockade of the room, and the fate energy lingering in the room dissipated in an instant.

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Backlund, Tavern at the End of the World.

Alicia had just finished dinner. Sharon was sitting on Alicia's lap with an expressionless face, letting her braid her hair.

Just as Alicia was braiding the sixth vertical pigtail on Sharon's head, she suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Sharon remained motionless, and the words came out of her mouth without any fluctuation.

"No, nothing." Alicia seemed to come back to her senses, smiled and pinched the air casually, and a pink tulip instantly appeared between her two fingers.

She pinned the tulip on Sharon's head, using it as a hairpin to hold her six braids together, turning them into a vertical antenna.

"Flowers?" Sharon asked with a hint of doubt as she felt the touch on her head.

She remembered that Alicia shouldn't have any flowers on hand.

"Hehe, it's the magic of a beautiful girl." Alicia said with a hint of pride, "I just learned it. Isn't it amazing?"

"Awesome." Sharon returned to her expressionless face.

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Inside the Intis Republic's embassy, ​​two military attachés squatted beside Bakeron's body, examining his cause of death.

The lower half of Baker's body had been blown into a bloody mess and no one knew where it had gone. His upper body, wrapped in thorns and roses, stood still, with a penetrating wound on his left chest that pierced his heart.

He was surrounded by golden iris petals and tarot cards, some of which were face-up, some face-down, and some were stuck diagonally in the ground.

In Bakerlang's hand, he held three tarot cards tightly, namely "Justice", "Devil" and the Wheel of Fortune.

The room as a whole did not appear to show any signs of a fight, except for a few charred spots at the door.

There was a line of writing left in front of Bakerlund.

"The Tarot Club has declared itself responsible for this incident."

The handwriting is elegant and beautiful. If it had not appeared at the crime scene, the two military officers might have thought it was written by a noble lady.

Almost a day had passed since Bakerlang was assassinated. Their companions and superiors had already chased out and tried to catch the assassin, but everyone understood that it was too late and there was no hope unless the man jumped out directly.

"The fatal wound was to the heart, killing him in one blow, without leaving any signs of struggle. It was extremely powerful, stronger than the attacks of all the Sequence 5 Beyonders I've seen... and more beautiful..." one of the military officers whispered.

In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a faint floral scent in the room, coming from roses and tulips.

"This may be some kind of extraordinary ability, but it is more likely a ritual requirement." Another military officer expressed his opinion.

"Plant magic, light magic, flames, the sounds and movements of fighting were all unreliable. There are at least four unrelated Beyonder abilities. Furthermore, the assassin is skilled in spearmanship, likely a weapons master. According to the confession, the assassin also appears to have the ability to charm..." Another military officer stood up, mumbling to himself as he described the scene. He paused, exchanged glances with the other officer, and said, "Mystic Instructor, Shepherd, or Recorder."

After a few seconds of silence, the squatting military officer frowned and said, "Perhaps it's a gang, about five or six different Beyonders."

"Then let's wait for our trial! It's normal that we didn't notice that a single Rose Bishop or Mystic Master came to the ambassador through secret magic or traveler teleportation. But how did the others get in? It's impossible." The standing military officer denied this speculation.

The squatting military officer nodded and said, "Tarot Society, have you heard of this organization? It sounds very similar to the Aurora Society."

"No, you can ask the local Beyonders."

"Holy Wind Church and Holy Hillran Church, Storm Church and Steam and Machinery Church."

"Send a telegram and ask them. I remember the Church of Steam has a very useful seal. Perhaps I could borrow it..."

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"Here, this is it. Do you know how to use it?" Ikanser, the butler of the Mechanical Heart and a man with strong and clear facial lines, was holding a silver mirror with ancient patterns.

There is an eye-like decoration on each side of the mirror. They are based on black gemstones and look deep and charming.

"Of course." A military officer named Nathan Carrillo took the mirror seal. "Hopefully, we can get enough clues."

As he spoke, he looked at the silver mirror in his hand and stroked the surface three times with his right palm.

After a two-second pause, Nathan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Respected Arrodes, my question is, who were the participants in what just happened here?"

The darkness around suddenly became hazy, and streaks of light rippled on the surface of the silver mirror.

Soon, a picture appeared in the silver mirror:
It was a woman whose facial features could not be seen clearly. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress and holding a staff in her hand as she stood in front of Bakerlang's body.

She first placed three tarot cards, "Devil," "Justice," and "Wheel of Fortune," into Baker's hand, and then scattered the remaining tarot cards around Baker.

Behind her was a man with one hand on his waist, wearing an orange-red, sneering mask. As if noticing something, the man placed his hand on the mask and slowly removed it.

Beneath the mask lies Ikanser, the butler of the Mechanical Heart.

Everyone turned to look at Ikanser, but he was not panicked at all.

"A faceless man, or someone with a similar extraordinary item," Ikanser said. "I was in the church the entire time yesterday, and the Archbishop can attest to that."

Everyone understood and looked away. Of course they trusted Ikanser.

A few lines of ancient Feysac language suddenly appeared on the silver mirror: "According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. If you answer incorrectly or lie, you will be punished."

The word "punishment" was as red as blood, as if it was still dripping with liquid.

Nathan took a deep breath and said, "Ask."

Then, the silver mirror shimmered with light, and a new line of words appeared: "What is your relationship with Hanno Gies's wife?"

Another Bakerland military attaché immediately looked over. He was Hanno Giese.

Nathan's expression changed at first, then he became calm again: "Well, there's no point in hiding it now. It's the mistress."

"That's correct." Arrodes gave the answer.

Good, this is very Intis.

Then, Nathan looked at Hanno and said, "It's your turn."

Hanno's face turned pale as he pushed Nathan away. "Respected Arrodes, my question is, what kind of organization is the Tarot Club?"

The surface of the silver mirror once again rippled with light, and then a new picture emerged.

The picture was filled with gray fog, a hazy gray fog. In that gray fog, nothing could be seen.

Until, a pair of calm, majestic, noble and indifferent eyes opened from the gray fog.

He seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes moved slightly as he looked towards the mirror.

"You..." A voice as majestic as a bell rang out from the mirror.

The next second, the image in the mirror disappeared instantly.

"This..." Everyone present was shocked by the scene that seemed like the presence of a god.

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions." Arrodes began to ask, "What do you think of Nathan Carrillo's mother?"

Hanno's expression immediately turned ashen.

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15 Minsk Street, Klein's house.

At this moment, Klein was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He was still sleeping a few minutes ago. But when he was sleeping soundly, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, which was the noise made by mosquitoes.

He opened his confused, hazy, sleepy eyes, and the next second, his eyes became fierce, and he looked in the direction of the mosquito following his spiritual intuition.

"Can you let me sleep well in the middle of the night?"

(End of this chapter)