Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 168 Mr. World's reputation is damaged
Ten minutes later, the Mimic Judas had already disappeared, and Lanevus lay on the ground covered in blood.

His sausage had been crushed by a little monkey with pliers at some point.

Became an old man with only leftover eggs.

On the other side of his body, a durian stalk was tucked into Lanevus's bulging skin. The stalk had stopped shaking. No matter how Leonard shook it, it didn't respond.

Leonard reluctantly let go of the candy durian, feeling refreshed.

"Magical Girl's Fall", keywords: forced, violent, magical girl, heavy mouth, thick...

"How boring." Leonard stood up and patted the candy crumbs on his hands.

Klein walked down from the platform and came to Leonard's side.

"Want some candy?" Klein conjured a lollipop out of thin air and handed it to Leonard.

Leonard glanced at the lollipop twice, then turned his head to look at the candy durian stuck in the Laner Uspi swallow.

"Sorry, I don't like sweets, thank you."

He declined politely.

"Okay." Klein casually put the lollipop into his mouth.

It was very sweet and delicious. It was infinitely better than any toffee Klein had tried before.

Then, Klein reminded him, "It's time for you to leave. I'll find a random opening in Backlund to throw you out. That way, at least you won't be seen by the official Beyonders."

Serris raised his hand: "I've already seen it."

Klein ignored it and instead connected with an invisible anchor point in the outside world. Then, he opened a portal based on the connection on that link.

Leonard didn't hesitate. He glanced at Klein for a few seconds, then turned and left through the portal.

Even after such an insult, Lanevus still lived. Now, even if he wanted to commit suicide, he couldn't do it.

For Klein, who possessed the Mimic God Key, Black Abyss White Flower, rescuing him was absolutely easy.

"Well? Are you interested in begging for mercy now?" Klein looked down at Lanevus. "Even if you beg me, I won't let you go."

"Why..." Lanevus's eyes were empty as he managed to utter the word.

"Why?" Klein asked back.

His face quickly squirmed and transformed back into the appearance of "Klein Moretti": "Do you remember this face?"

The prone Lanevus turned his head 180 degrees, facing upwards. He moved his eyes upwards, barely able to see Klein's face.

"Oh it's you……"

He had just thought about everything he had done in his life. Even the great memory recovery technique would be defeated by the ultimate insult.

At this moment, he naturally remembered Klein.

"Yes, it's me." Klein nodded.

Lanerwus asked with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

In a trance, Klein seemed to see three options appear before him.

1. No.

2. Refuse.

3. Are you kidding?

Klein chose the third option.

"Reconciliation? At this moment? Are you kidding?"

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing the signature sarcastic smile of the Ruler of Rule.

I tried to endure it... and endure it again... But, how could I endure such a funny thing anymore?

Klein said, "Although you may not understand, fortunately, I haven't forgotten my English yet, so it's good enough to answer your questions."

"F--k you."

After saying this, he swung his hand and threw a tarot card like a flying knife, piercing Lanevus's forehead.

The tarot cards were embedded in his brain. Lanevus, who was essentially only a Sequence Eight, had no chance of surviving.

But Klein still patiently waited for Lanevus's Beyonder characteristic to emerge from the wound on his head, confirming his death.

Photos flew in from all directions, scattering around Lanevus. They were taken by the puppets on the platform controlled by Klein.

That’s right, all the audience members on the stage were puppets, and they were all controlled by Klein’s distracted mind.

He was playing the role of the puppet master in advance, although he didn't know if it would be useful. But he thought that giving each puppet a "personality" and "experience" would probably help to some extent.

It was this that made him feel a little dizzy, as if he had schizophrenia.

Shaking his head, Klein cast away useless thoughts. He raised his hand, placing it directly above Lanevus's body.

Suddenly, Klein loosened his grip, letting the tarot cards fall one by one, covering the headless corpse like leaves. Some of them were facing upwards, with pictures and numbers painted on them, while others had dark red backs with faint patterns.

Finally, he thought about it and casually threw out another card and inserted it into the fruit stalk behind the Laneruspi swallow.

Looking up at the audience stands, Serris and Xing had already left, quite conscientiously, so he didn't need to urge them.

With a wave of his hand, the "Theatre of Domination" that covered reality was like a painting on glass that was stained with water.

The colors gradually fade and fade, revealing the real world scene.

As the theater of domination faded, in Klein's sight, the "real world" quickly moved inward from a distance and expanded.

There is no concept of distance in imaginary space. Therefore, the projection of the thousands of square meters of the Domination Theater, which is essentially in imaginary space, in reality is just a sphere with a diameter of less than three meters.

As he was about to leave the Domination Theater, Klein's spiritual power suddenly moved.

The candy knight armor covered his entire body and face, transforming himself into a candy knight holding a heavy sword.

When the sphere shattered and Klein walked out of the Domination Theater, what came into his sight was the encirclement formed by the three major churches.

No wonder Ceris and the others ran so fast...

"Stand there and raise your hands!" Everyone from the Steam Church held a gun and pointed it at Klein.

Before Klein could respond, a dark, profound feeling rose from the depths of his heart.

That was the Church of Night trying to lure Klein into his dream.

Klein didn't want to argue any further and used the boundary anchor to leave the spot before the lightning from the Storm Pigeons struck.

The three major churches looked at each other in confusion, and finally an appraiser from the Church of Steam and Mechanics came forward to take a look.

"Tarot cards again..."

Lanevus's body was in an extremely twisted state of death, with his back facing upwards from the neck down and his front facing upwards.

Tarot cards are scattered all over the body.

Through clairvoyance, the appraiser's gaze penetrated the Tarot cards on Lanevus' body, which were not rich in spirituality, and saw his body.

then.

"what!"

The muscular man, who was over two meters tall, suddenly retracted his legs, raised his index finger and screamed like a little girl.

"What are you doing!" Ikanser, the captain of the Steam Heart team, immediately shouted.

"Captain...Captain, look." The appraiser pointed timidly at Lanevus's body.

"Get out of the way." Ikanser pushed the team members aside and walked forward.

"what!"

The Sword of the Goddess, Cecima, stepped forward and picked up a photo on the ground.

"Hiss." He took a breath.

Then he stretched out his hand and tapped his chest four times, drawing a crimson moon.

"Goddess."

He has witnessed many tragedies, even the most cruel and bloody scenes.

But such a scene can no longer be described as bloody, it is better to say that it is not bloody at all.

But any man could relate to this, as it was the ultimate insult that severely trampled upon and exploited Lanevus's dignity as a man.

The grumpy old pigeon of the Storm Church impatiently blew away the tarot card, revealing the wound underneath.

Even they couldn't help but shrink their legs and feel a chill all over their body.

"It's so brutal."

The scattered tarot cards were blown away, revealing the "World" card stuck on the head and the "Devil" card stuck on the durian stem.

"As expected of a demon..." a Nighthawk muttered to himself.

The other official Beyonders nodded in agreement.

…………

Just as the sky was getting light, a group of people dressed as doctors, wearing surgical caps and white masks, arrived at the door of the dormitory of the Dock Workers' Association.

At the same time, a brown kitten passed by slowly.

That was the high-level double-special supply Padomeow, sent by Klein to gather intelligence.

No one cares about a stray cat in the East End.

The experienced old man in the lead said to the bewildered residents, "There's an infectious disease in your house. A man named Kevin has already died from it."

"We will provide free treatment. There is a specific medicine for this infectious disease. As long as you take it in time, you will be fine."

"Kevin?" One by one the guests exclaimed in surprise, looking around for the colleague named Kevin, but found nothing.

That was the pseudonym Lanevus had used before.

Kevin? That Lanevus?
Padomeow raised her head and looked at the doctors.

The thing that died from the ultimate insult?
No, what right does he have? What level is the same name as Kevin Boss?

Medical staff began distributing special medicines to remove contamination from the residents' bodies.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Padomeow left quietly.

She was going to Lanevus's house to buy some goods.

Anyway, the person is dead, so it would be better for Padolfelice to give those relics to the church instead of the church.

…………

Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

"Why did you suddenly come to visit so early?" Audrey looked at the sky outside, and then at Viscount Gray Lint in front of her.

Gray Linte looked around and only found a big golden retriever dog squatting next to him, so he lowered his voice and said: "I originally planned to go to the racecourse, but I met Cons on the way, and he told me something very interesting. The thing is really interesting, I thought I would just pass by here, so I came over to share it with you."

"What's going on?" Audrey asked with interest.

Grelint replied without paying attention to his choice of words, "You've probably heard of the Tarot Club, right? The one that assassinated Ambassador Intis."

"Of course." Audrey nodded, feeling a little proud, but she didn't show it.

"It's said they killed another person, a wanted swindler named Lanevus."

"Lanelvus?" Audrey remembered Mr. World's request at the Tarot Club.

It seems that Mr. World has found his target on his own and doesn't need any help.

"Here, look, this is it." Grellant took out the latest copy of the Daily Observer and handed it to Audrey.

Audrey took the newspaper, skipped the front page titled "Bad news from the bodybuilding world..." and looked directly at a corner section.

The Death of the Swindler, Tarot Will Take Action Again

"I heard that man died in a horrible way. A grown man was killed by a dozen big guys..." Seeing Audrey's fake innocent look, Grellant quickly changed his words, "They took turns doing that kind of thing and killed him."

"Huh?" Audrey didn't expect such an answer.

This... this is impossible... Mr. World is this kind of person?
A dozen or so big guys... Could Mr. World alone be as powerful as more than a dozen people? This is too scary.

…………

on Monday.

Klein slept until very late before getting up, but it was still not bright enough outside. There was still a faint mist, and it was dark, damp and cold.

In a good mood, he didn't get up immediately, but played with his mobile phone for a long time.

He was busy until very late last night, and when he said at the Domination Theater that he wanted to spread Lanevus's deeds around the world, it was no mere talk.

Thanks to Serris and Xing's habit of finding anchor points everywhere, he ran through all the cities in the Kingdom of Loen last night, plastering Lanevus's photos all over the streets and alleys.

This doesn't suit my rather bright mood... He muttered, glancing at the gloomy weather. He changed his clothes, grabbed his keys, and returned to Minsk Street without attracting much attention.
I leisurely went out to the butcher and grocer to buy food and prepared a hearty lunch for myself.

Backlund had some sunshine in the afternoon, and Klein lazily basked in the sun, seemingly not wanting to do anything for a moment.

Having just finished messing with Lanevus, he entered Sage Time and felt that everything he saw looked handsome.

It was not until 2:45 that he took out his gold-cased pocket watch and took a look at it. Then he returned to his bedroom, went above the gray fog, and began to prepare for the Tarot Club.

(End of this chapter)