Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 193 Can We Form a Lifetime Tarot Club?

So that Capin is still alive! He's still conscious! He clearly knows that he's been made into a guitar!

If someone played it for him, he might still be able to feel it clearly!

Oh my god...this...

Audrey analyzed the personality that Ceris had shown to her before.

She had completely digested the predictor's potion, and this had given her a significant boost in her ability to predict and deduce, including the ability to infer a person's behavior and thoughts with only partial information.

If it is simply made into a musical instrument, it is definitely impossible.

After all, users will definitely feel uncomfortable with musical instruments made by humans.

So there needs to be an incentive for people to use it.

For example...making it into an extraordinary item?

Seeing that Audrey didn't say anything, Mrs. Hall thought her daughter was frightened. She glared at Earl Hall, making Earl Hall smile awkwardly and cover his face with the newspaper.

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At 15 Minsk Street, Klein ate white bread with jam while flipping through today's newspaper. He glanced at the newspaper.

Human trafficker Kapin was murdered in a scene that was both bizarre and artistic. Is the mysterious Tarot Club a terrorist organization?

Hmm? And our business?

No need to think about it, it was Ceres who did it again.

Klein took a sip of Xibe black tea and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

"Human traffickers killed in their home for his skin..."

"...Although the Tarot Club's methods remain as radical as ever, we can see that every one of their targets is someone who poses a threat to society. Even this Capin can't be called a human. Given this, our reporter reasonably speculates that perhaps the Tarot Club isn't a terrorist organization..."

After reading the report, Klein put down the newspaper and smacked his lips.

Haha, it even cleared our name. Klein laughed inwardly.

The phone suddenly rang.

Prince Sow: "I predict that there will be a big melon in the church today, come quickly."

Want to make a lot of money: "What's wrong."

Prince Pig: "Come to see the gay."

Klein typed a question mark.

Want to make a lot of money: "You know what? Your hobby is actually very niche, so there's really no need to share it."

Prince Sow: "It's a shocking news. You'll know when you get here."

Seeing Serris's emphasis, Klein shrugged.

He quickened his pace, finished his breakfast, put on his heavy double-breasted frock coat, took his half-high silk hat and black hard cane, took Paddo, and teleported directly to the Church of Mercy through the anchor point.

Klein picked his teeth with a toothpick and walked into the prayer hall in a relaxed manner.

After spending so much time together, Klein could now behave without any airs in front of Ceris.

Klein walked over to sit next to Ceres and handed him a newspaper.

"Is that you up there?"

"It's me." Ceres nodded. "How is it? Pretty good, right?"

Klein nodded. He didn't think Ceris had done anything excessive. After all, he didn't consider human traffickers human.

"If you're dealing with Kapin like this, what about the others?" Klein asked curiously.

"I dedicated myself to art," Ceres replied simply. "Flowers always need green leaves to set them off."

Klein nodded. "Then why did you make it into a guitar?"

"Hey, this is not an ordinary guitar. It is of great value." Serris raised a finger and shook it.

"How high is it?" Klein asked. "As high as three or four stories." Serris gestured and began to explain its composition.

"First, I blessed them with the power of [Abundance] and transformed them into undead evil creatures." Serris looked at the ceiling and introduced his masterpiece with a little pride.

After hearing the first step, Klein's expression froze.

Because he had already guessed what would happen next.

"Then, I used [Memory] and [Protection] to strengthen their spirits, so that they would never collapse." Serris raised his hands and clenched them tightly in front of his chest. Klein's body trembled.

So...so scary.

"Then, I used [Harmony] to connect the perception of every piece of skin, every bit of flesh, every bone, and even every cell on their bodies." Serris gestured as if making a circle.

"Then," Serris turned to look at Klein, "I changed their 'objective state of existence' and altered their forms to ensure they could not return to their original form under the interference of forces lower than angels."

Klein was already experiencing a slight toothache.

"Finally," Serris nodded with a smile, "Because I've deprived them of their ability to move, as the Balance, I've granted them super-strong perception. For every day they're unable to move freely, their perception of the outside world will become stronger than the day before."

Klein had completely lowered his head.

It’s horrible… It’s horrible…

The cat wants to go back to its nest...

"Hey, why are you so scared?" Ceris patted Klein's shoulder. "We are good friends. How could I do this to you?"

Klein calmed down a bit and thought of a crucial question.

"So, how long can they live?"

"My control over Abundance isn't as strong as my control over Pleasure, so it's difficult to assign lifespan limits to each of them. So..." Ceris grinned, revealing his large white teeth. "They can live as long as I can."

Klein fell silent.

How long can a Pleasure Master who controls [Abundance] live?

Maybe a hundred years... a thousand years... ten thousand years.

But the greater probability is...

eternal life.

"Huh." Klein let out a long breath. "I'm glad we're friends."

"That's not entirely true," Ceris shook his head. "Joyful Walker, especially the Masked Fool, we are notoriously fickle in the universe."

Klein nodded, looking at Serris with a firm and sincere gaze. "So, promise me, we'll form a lifelong Tarot Club, okay?"

"Are you a pure Japanese high school girl?" Serris moved aside in disgust.

Klein felt like he could still struggle a bit: "Can you at least wait until I'm dead before changing your mind?"

"I have no shortage of means to resurrect people." Serris made a strange noise.

At this time, someone walked in from the gate and entered the church.

The man was of medium build, with a wide black robe covering his entire body and an iron mask on his face.

The black-robed man walked over to Serris and Klein, deliberately lowering his voice and speaking in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, which one is Bishop Serris?"

The voice sounded like a man.

"It's me." Serris stood up and looked at the black-robed man in front of him with a smile.

"I heard that you can sell some extraordinary materials that cannot be found anywhere else, right?" asked the man in black robe.

"Yes, that's right." Serris nodded.

The black-robed man pinched the iron mask on his face and continued in a hoarse voice, "I need the silk glands of an adult giant widow spider."

The silk glands of an adult giant widow spider? Sounds familiar. I think I've heard of it somewhere... Klein frowned slightly, trying to recall it without using divination.

Suddenly, he remembered the source of the familiar feeling: this was one of the main ingredients of the "Joyful Witch" potion!

(End of this chapter)