Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 170 Frank's New Teacher
In the Sonia Sea, there is an island with an extinct volcano.

Ships with masts erected and sails hoisted came into shore one after another, filling up the not-so-small pier.

The pirates' singing, roaring, laughing, cursing and cheering were endless, making this place seem like a sea of ​​carnival.

The Hanged Man, Alger, stepped off the Blue Avenger, climbed onto a nearby cliff, and quietly watched everything.

He was disguised, wearing an iron mask on his face and a black robe that covered his entire body.

"You're here so early?" A strange yet somewhat familiar voice sounded from not far away.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a red mask.

"Who are you?" Alger asked uncertainly.

"In my eyes, everyone in the Tarot Club is very conspicuous." Serris smiled and waved his hand.

"Mr. Devil." Alger's pupils shrank, and he immediately lowered his head humbly.

"There's no need for this. We're all family." Ceris looked towards Alger's ship not far away. "Besides, you don't want to lose face in front of your own crew, do you?"

Alger smiled silently and raised his head: "Mr. Devil is just as easygoing as he was at the meeting."

Cerus nodded. "So if you truly respect me, then relax a little. After all, being too reserved isn't fun at all."

"I understand."

Just then, there was a commotion in the dock area.

That's because a pirate general arrived.

"The Black Death..." Alger whispered. "Wherever General Tracy goes, someone will inexplicably fall ill."

He was not talking to himself, but introducing himself to Ceres.

A figure wearing a white linen shirt and a dark red coat appeared at the bow of the ship.

This is a very beautiful lady, also a heroic one. Her black and charming curly hair is piled high, wrapped with a white headscarf, and her legs are wearing well-fitting beige trousers, and her figure is slender yet graceful.

"Tracy." Ceris nodded. "I remember she was the son of a high-ranking official in the Witch Church."

"Son?" Alger looked at Tracy, remembering the witch's path that Cerus had described.

"No wonder." Alger looked at the pirates surrounding Tracy.

After a while, a huge sailboat appeared on the sea surface. Its flag was an eye surrounded by ten stars, an eye without eyelashes.

"Admiral Cattleya of the Star..." Alger nodded slightly and continued the introduction.

"Hmm?" Ceres uttered a doubtful sound.

Alger immediately remained silent, giving Ceris time to think.

"Damn, you really dare to make a wish..." Serris muttered to himself, "Should we say that ignorance is innocent?

"This pirate convention is truly of high quality," Serris said to Alger.

"Are there any High-Sequence Experts?" Alger asked.

"No." Serris smiled mysteriously, "It's far more exaggerated than you can imagine."

After saying this, he looked up at the sky, as if wondering when a meteor would fall from the sky.

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Onboard the Future.

Admiral Cattleya of the Stars stood at the bow, helplessly looking at the flowers and plants growing everywhere on the ship.

Next to her was Frank, who looked very happy.

"Captain, I want to sell some of my inventions at this pirate convention." Frank was holding a huge sack in his hand.

Cattleya rubbed her temples with a headache: "Don't sell anything too dangerous."

"No problem." Frank nodded, laughed, and ran into his laboratory with the sack.

Unlike the scene where there are only plants growing on the deck, there are not only plants in the laboratory, but also several kinds of strange-looking creatures.

For example, birds with snake tails, fish crawling on all fours...

And in this room, there is only one most eye-catching creature.

He sat in the air, reaching out his hands to gently fiddle with the plants on the ground.

All kinds of animals surrounded Him, and He did not get angry even when some animals climbed onto His body.

He is dressed in a green veil and a conical hat, with his six exposed arms, some of which are fiddling with flowers and plants, and some of which are teasing animals.

The bird with a long tail slowly landed on the long antlers on his head, and seemed to be quite intimate with him.

About two days ago, Frank dreamed of his kind mother.

In the dream, his kind mother said nothing but looked at him lovingly, but he immediately understood that it was his kind mother who approved of his thoughts and actions.

For a moment, he seemed to see a road unfolding before him, stretching into the distance.

No one told him anything, but he subconsciously knew the name of the path.

The destiny of abundance.

At the same time, he also knew His name, the Star God of Abundance, Pharmacist.

It turns out that this deity is not the Mother Earth, nor the "Merciful Mother".

But that doesn't matter. What matters is that Frank feels he has finally found his faith.

He still wanted to call the pharmacist "Merciful Mother", and the pharmacist agreed.

Looking at the pharmacist's loving eyes, Frank understood the meaning for some reason.

This is asking what he wants.

Immortality? Blessings? Power? Or perhaps the status of "Commander"? Without a second thought, Frank asked the pharmacist to become his teacher.

When he woke up the next day, he saw the pharmacist in the room.

This is certainly not the real person, but just an incarnation.

The aura was quite weak, not even as strong as that of Sequence Eight.

After Frank asked, he learned that in order not to implicate Frank and other creatures on the planet, the clone cast by the pharmacist was split countless times.

Only in this way can He remain unnoticed by other gods.

Although it’s not a big deal if you notice it, it’s still troublesome.

"Teacher, we have a trade fair downstairs. Would you like to come and have a look?" Frank invited the pharmacist while filling a sack with things he thought were non-dangerous.

The pharmacist smiled and nodded.

"Then teacher, you may need to change your appearance and clothes." Frank reminded.

The pharmacist said nothing, but smiled and retracted his hands and the antlers on his head. A green robe appeared out of thin air to replace the veil on his body.

The pharmacist never spoke when teaching Frank, but for some reason, Frank could understand what he meant.

Sometimes he was quite puzzled.

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Time passed slowly and it was night.

On the moon, the Fallen Mother Goddess's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened and she cast her gaze towards the earth.

As one of the Old Ones who possessed the power of creation, He clearly sensed that there was a similar authority on Earth.

On the moon, deep red spread and boiled.

Seems to be getting more active.

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Inside a house in Cherwood.

After attending a party tonight, Fors Wall, who had no time to return to St. George's District, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, chewing on a new type of bread with meat and vegetables, while thinking about the plot of her next novel with disheveled hair.

How about writing a story like "Prince Loen Falls in Love with Me, a Palace Cleaner"? I think that would be quite marketable.

Suddenly, she frowned and dropped the food and pen in her hands.

At some point, the dark clouds and mist in the sky had dissipated, and the red moon, which was slightly larger than a half circle, appeared clearly.

Its outline quickly became fuller, and after just one or two seconds, it turned into a full moon, a full moon as red as blood.

The moonlight shining through the window grew thicker and redder, and Fors's expression grew more and more painful. Every time the moon was full, she would hear those maddening whispers.

Money comes…money comes…money comes.

In this world, the changes of the moon are both regular and irregular.

A few times a year, it suddenly turns round and blood-red, a situation that makes no sense.

Neither astronomers nor mystics can explain this phenomenon, and they cannot summarize any pattern. They can only jokingly say that maybe the goddess is just in a bad mood suddenly, and there is no doubt that women's emotional changes are irregular.

It's understandable that even goddesses feel uncomfortable for two days every month.

This irregular situation may mean that the goddess should take care of her health.

puff.

Foles fell off the sofa and struggled there with his body twisted.

Like a drowning salted fish.

She recited the name of the god of steam and machinery she believed in with great difficulty, hoping to be saved.

But it was obvious that that god was quite unreliable.

It turns out calling Steam Princess is worse than praying the binary prayer to Om Messiah.

As she rolled violently, she accidentally knocked over the coffee table, and the books on it scattered to the ground.

Unable to bear it any longer, Fors frantically scratched the wooden legs of the coffee table with her nails, leaving deep scratches one after another and making teeth-grinding creaking sounds.

She tried several different names of the righteous gods but received no response.

Eternal Sun... Goddess of Night... Lord of Storms...

Until she recited the name of the "Lord of Fools".

"A transcendent...a transcendent..."

"Hidden in... joy... the compassionate one..."

"The great and ridiculous... the Lord of Fools..."

"Hmm? Let me see what's going on?" In her hazy consciousness, she seemed to hear a voice.

"Look what I found? A jumping little salted fish? How about giving it to Hei Dashuai?
"Okay, okay, it looks like you dialed the wrong number. Let me transfer you."

Klein had just put on his double-breasted frock coat, picked up his half-high silk hat, and walked towards the door when he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers echoing back and forth.

Who? He frowned slightly and listened carefully, but he could only confirm that the person praying was a woman, and her voice was intermittent and seemed to contain great pain.

Wait, it seems that what she recited was not "The Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Age", but the honorific name of "The Lord of Foolish Play"?

Could this honorific name really refer to him? He finally had a believer!

Klein tossed the half-high silk hat aside, allowing it to be hung accurately on the coat rack. He then returned to the bedroom, took four steps backward, and entered the majestic palace.

(End of this chapter)