Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 158 Two New Members of the Tarot Club

Saturday afternoon, World's End Tavern.

Klein entered the tavern and found Serris playing games on the second floor.

"What's the matter?" Ceres asked without looking up.

"How should I put it?" Klein sat down on the sofa in a relaxed manner. "I have all the materials ready. I can almost be promoted to a magician."

"Then you will be promoted. Why did you come to me? Do you want me to protect you?" Serris continued to play games.

"Not really. It's just that I'm almost at Sequence Seven, and my light cone can't keep up." Klein said a little embarrassedly.

Serris glanced at him and said, "Why do you need the Light Cone now? With your current equipment, you won't be able to reach the next level by simply advancing."

"Don't I have a fear of insufficient firepower?" Klein laughed twice.

"Alright." Serris put down his phone. "How about this? I'll recommend someone to the Tarot Club, and in exchange, I'll give you a light cone."

Klein snapped his fingers. "No problem. Leave it to me."

"So who do you want to recommend?" Klein asked.

"Xing, you should know him." Serris replied.

"She's fine." Klein thought for a moment and felt that although she looked a little out of place, she wasn't a bad person. She even saved Old Neil. "Then you have to have her recite Mr. Fool's honorific name."

"Okay, then I'll have her read it tonight. As for your light cone, I'll give it to you in the simulated universe next Tuesday."

"OK." Klein gestured. "Then can I let someone else use this light cone I removed?"

"Are you going to give it to Padu?" Although it was a statement, Ceres' tone was very certain.

"Yes." Klein nodded without hesitation.

Although Padmeow may not be very suitable for this light cone, it is better than nothing.

"That's your freedom." Serris picked up the phone again.

"There's one more thing," Klein continued.

"Hmm?" Ceris raised an eyebrow.

"A few days ago, I received a commission to investigate the basement of a villa on Williams Street, the former residence of Viscount Pound," Klein said. "There, I seemed to have sensed a terrifying evil spirit. My spiritual intuition didn't allow me to investigate further, but I thought I should tell you."

"A terrifying evil spirit?" Serris thought for a moment.

Oh, it’s a three-in-one hot pot.

"Don't worry about Him. You can't do anything about Him," said Ceres.

"Him?" Klein repeated the third-person pronoun. "Is that so? Then I really can't control it."

Although he was a little surprised by this third-person pronoun that refers to the second or higher position in the sequence, he probably recovered his composure quickly.

He had originally planned to report the problem to the official church if he couldn't solve it himself.

Now he thought it was better to forget it. If the other party found out and killed him directly, he would have no chance to complain.

A few minutes later, Serris put his phone down again and looked at Klein helplessly: "Are you still not leaving?"

Klein looked out the window with a slightly vacant look in his eyes.

"Well... now that we're here... have you guys had dinner?"

Klein uses the skill: Now that I'm here.

Serris casually tossed his phone aside. "Not yet. We're having hot pot today. Since you're here, why not stay and eat with us? It'll just take an extra pair of chopsticks."

After a two-second pause, he said, "Well, we need to add another basin."

Klein chuckled twice and pulled the innocent-looking Padmeow out of his coat pocket.

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Backlund at night was as peaceful as any other city, at least in the Cherwood district.

Klein should have gone to bed early, but he remembered that someone else was coming to pray tonight.

At about 12 o'clock, he heard a vague and hazy sound of prayer.

Klein immediately took four steps backwards and reached the top of the gray fog, where he saw two unfamiliar crimson stars twinkling.

"Two?" Klein was a little surprised. Wasn't it just one?

He extended his spiritual power to touch the two stars separately. After a few minutes, he had a pair of dead fish eyes.

Although Klein couldn't see who the person praying was through the crimson stars, the monocle on one of their right eyes was particularly conspicuous for some reason.

Why are you everywhere?

He extended his spirit, touched another star, and pulled the worshipper up into the gray mist.

Just like that, the ignorant little gray-haired raccoon was pulled into the gray fog.

As he climbed up the gray fog, Xing's expression immediately began to look around.

Then he began to touch the bronze table in front of him and the chair behind him, acting as if he was very curious about everything.

Klein looked at Xing, speechless.

As a great being, how could he speak first? He wanted to show off.

"Um... who are you?" After groping for a while, Xing seemed to finally notice Klein.

We're not sisters. You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to recite my honorific name? "You can call me: The Fool." Mr. Fool, sitting at the head of the bronze table, spoke casually.

Star nodded thoughtfully.

At this moment, Klein suddenly thought of what Ceris had said.

"She might do something weird, but don't worry about it. Just give her a good beating."

For some reason, he had a bad feeling. He suddenly felt that the girl in front of him seemed to be up to something.

As expected, Xing put her hands on her hips and spoke proudly:
"I am Nicardoli, the Spear of Wrath. The bringer of chaos, the embodiment of strife. Remember, I am a necessary scar in this world."

Then, Xing stood up from his seat, took out a baseball bat from thin air, raised it high, and pointed it at the leading Fool: "Defeat me and give me the ending a warrior deserves."

“…” Klein looked at the star in front of him without saying a word.

Beats you, right?
The next second, gray mist condensed from above Xing's head and turned into a slap that slapped the back of her head.

"Well... I'm defeated." Xing held the back of her head and sat back in her seat crying, "From now on, there will be no more disputes in the world."

Klein sighed silently. "I think the person who told you that honorific name should have told you about what's going on here."

I hope Ceris can be more reliable and not tell her nothing.

"I know, I know, what about Tarot Club?" Xing nodded and returned to his usual lively self.

Good, at least the thing I’m most worried about hasn’t happened yet.

"Well, the express station and the chat platform, I know." Xingsha nodded seriously.

"Some people like you organized a gathering here, and they asked me to be their witness." Helplessly, Klein explained to Xing what the Tarot Club was.

"Then I want to participate too!" Xing raised his hand happily.

"In that case," Klein materialized a deck of tarot cards in front of Xing, "You need to choose a card as your code name."

Xing flipped through the tarot cards and looked to his left and right.

"The genius is on the left and the madman is on the right," said Xing.

Then she held up the Emperor card: "And I am in the middle, I am the Son of Heaven."

Klein really wanted to pinch his temple, but he gave up on the action that might ruin his character.

"Very good." He said calmly, "Then, Miss Emperor, please attend the Tarot Club every Monday at 3 pm on time."

After saying that, he kicked Xing out of the gray fog.

Before leaving, he heard Xing muttering, "I'm not the Emperor's daughter, I'm the Spear of Scourge..."

When silence returned above the gray fog, Klein rubbed his brows and let out a long breath.

What is this sense of déjà vu with children?

I feel that even Padmeow, as a little kitten, is not as difficult to deal with as her.

Klein began to doubt whether it was the right decision to bring Xing to the Tarot Club.

I hope she can behave normally when the formal meeting starts, and I also hope that Serris can teach her well.

Then, putting the matter of the star aside for the moment, Klein looked at the boundless gray fog before him and suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps he needed to open a small account, so that he could perhaps slightly counterbalance Xing in the Tarot Club. After all, it was impossible to let Mr. Fool restrict Xing every time.

As soon as he finished the thought, he saw a figure appear at the bottom of the long bronze table.

The figure wore a black tuxedo and a half-high silk hat, but his expression was dull and his movements were stiff. Even through the illusory gray fog, it was obvious that something was wrong with him.

Sure enough, even though he now possesses the control power equivalent to that of Sequence Five, he is unable to truly condense a completely realistic dummy.

But then, Klein raised his hand, and the thread of control extended from his hand to the dummy in front of him.

The dummy began to take on the texture of a puppet, and was gradually transformed into a human figure.

Then, Klein flipped his hands, and the texture of the puppet faded away, and he regained his human appearance.

There is almost no flaw under the cover of gray fog.

As soon as he thought of it, the dummy raised its hand.

As expected, I can use the power of the Ruler of Rule to create a fake Tarot Club member. Klein happily began to practice repeatedly, even mastering the technique of manipulating the other person's throat and mouth to make them speak.

Hey, I have a bold idea.

Klein suddenly seemed to have thought of something. The gray mist condensed around his head and turned into a lightbulb.

But then, he reached out and swatted the light bulb away.

No, no, no, absolutely not. This is too perverted.

One cannot, at least one should not.

After roughly shaping the dummy's appearance into a man, he smiled at the dummy opposite him and said:

"Welcome, our second new member today. Which tarot card would you like to draw?"

After saying that, he closed his mouth. The dummy opposite raised his hand and touched his chin. He stood up and walked to where Xing was just now. He picked up the tarot cards scattered on the table and looked at them.

Then he laughed hoarsely, "World. I choose the card 'World'."

"Very good." Klein waved his hand to disperse the trumpet in front of him, spreading his spirituality to wrap around himself, and fell back to the real world.

(End of this chapter)