Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 205 I Chao, box?

Klein looked back and saw a handsome man with black hair and red eyes, his hair combed back at an angle.

This man's name is Emlyn. He is a vampire who was once imprisoned in the basement by the giant priest of the Harvest Church. He was dragged by the giant bishop and forced to convert to the Church of Mother Earth.

Later, just before he was nearly filled with the teachings of the Church of Mother Earth, he was found by Klein, and was introduced to Ceres by Klein during a chance encounter.

"And you...are you Serris?" Emlyn looked at Serris, who was dressed as a homeless man.

Because he did not change the smell of his blood, Emlyn could easily smell it.

"It's me." Serris waved with a smile.

"You... never mind. It's not important. It's normal that I can't understand human thoughts." Emlyn waved. "It just so happens that you two are here. I want to consult you on something."

As he spoke, he glanced at Padomeow and dragged Klein into the World's End Tavern not far away.

No Russell Reese, because he was indeed a little dirty.

Serris looked at his clothes and the dust on his body, curled his lips, and untransformed himself before following the two of them.

The three of them entered the tavern and went into a private room.

The soundproofing at the World's End Tavern was renowned on this street. Emlyn didn't lower his voice, saying directly, "As you know, I'm currently under psychological pressure from the priest of the Harvest Church."

"I know." Serris nodded. "I've experienced plenty of cognitive distortion games. I've already thought of your ending. You'll gradually degenerate, from being forced to follow Bishop Utravsky into religion, to becoming a fanatical believer obsessed with Mother Earth, leading his followers to follow him."

Klein glanced at Ceris.

Why is your wording so weird?
Emlyn shuddered, and immediately echoed indignantly, "Right! You also think that old... bishop is going too far, right?"

Because of the language difference, Emlyn failed to understand Serris's pun.

"Well," Serris touched his chin. "I don't know. I can't comment on religious characters."

Seeing that Serris was unwilling to join him in criticizing the giant bishop, Emlyn didn't take it too seriously. "Alright, let's get back to the point. A prominent figure asked me to do something. While that task can indirectly help me resolve a potential problem, it also carries significant risks."

"I don't have many friends, and I'm afraid my parents will worry. One of you is a knowledgeable Beyonder detective, and the other is an archbishop certified by various authorities. So, what suggestions do you have? Reject, or accept?"

Resolve hidden dangers? Clear psychological implications? Klein shook his head decisively. "With only the word 'thing', I can't offer any advice."

"And I remember I gave you this advice when we first met. This is the only way I can think of to help you break free from your mind control," Klein added, spreading his hands.

The first time Emlyn asked him for help, Klein had already given a solution.

First, split the skull with an axe, remove the brain, and then perform physical correction.

It wasn't that Klein was deliberately trying to make trouble for Emlyn. He wasn't that bored... Well, there was a bit of a bad taste in it.

But the most important reason is that the treatment style of "Strange Doctor" is like this.

Unfortunately, Emlyn refused decisively every time.

Such a coward, just a vampire rat.

"Uh, no, your method is still..." Emlyn quickly waved his hand to refuse, "Anyway..."

After a few seconds of silence, Emlyn gritted his teeth, then lowered his voice and uttered two words: "Fool."

I boil! Box!

Klein looked at Ceris in shock.

Are you using my identity to talk nonsense again?
"None of my business," Serris replied with his eyes.

Klein understood and turned his gaze back to Emlyn.

Ke Maomao was wrong. Ke Maomao shouldn't have been talking nonsense in Sefirah Castle. No way!
I, Klein, am the boss in Sefirah Castle! I'm the one opening boxes, right?! I'm going to Sefirah Castle today to open them for your whole family!
Serris, however, remained calm: "Fool, what's wrong?"

Emlyn was immediately overjoyed. "You actually know the Fool! That's great! I knew... that lord didn't lie to me!"

Klein finally understood what was going on and pretended to be mysterious. He asked, "Why are you asking the Fool?"

"This..." Emlyn shook his head, "I can't say that."

"I just want to know what kind of existence this [The Fool] is?"

"How can you be so sure that we will know this [The Fool]?" Klein did not answer Emlyn's question, but asked instead.

Emlyn was immediately stunned by the question and hesitated for a long time without being able to utter a word.

He couldn't say that it was a revelation given to him by Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan, in a dream.

"I can't say that either." Emlyn shook his head firmly again.

Serris then joined in on the conversation: "Are you going to pray to that fool?"

This time, Emlyn didn't refuse to answer. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded: "If I accept this mission... yes."

After thinking for a long time, Klein, sensing a potential pitfall, shook his head. "Statistics show that praying to an unknown, hidden entity will result in thirty out of a hundred prayers receiving no response, and sixty-eight resulting in various horrific events that will ruin one's life, or make one's life worse than death."

"There are only two cases where success is possible, and they get what they want, but the price they pay may not be what they are willing to pay. This is the information I got from the Church of Mercy."

Klein fabricated some data and even used Ceres and the Church of Mercy as shields. This was a trick he learned while writing his thesis in his previous life: fabricating data that was difficult to verify.

"Only two cases were successful? Something went wrong with sixty-eight cases?" Emlyn was frightened and couldn't help but raise his hand to adjust his hair.

But he soon discovered that Klein was trying to change the concept.

"You just said that the unknown exists. But you should understand the Fool. So, what do you think of this Fool? Is he a great being worthy of trust?"

He was terrified, but he still tried to understand. Why? Whose mission was it? Seeing Emlyn's reaction, Klein couldn't help but speculate.

While Klein was thinking, Ceris began to answer Emlyn's question: "I do understand. Since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully tell you."

Klein suddenly felt that his reputation was about to be harmed, and immediately tried to stop Ceris.

But he was righteously rebuked by Cerus: "Nonsense! Emlyn is our brother! He is about to pray to the Fool, what's wrong with us telling him some information!"

These words caused Klein to lose his mind for a moment, but he immediately recovered.

Are you trying to give me information? I don't know your personality.
As he walked further and further on the path of joy, Klein was gradually able to understand some of Serris's thoughts.

So now he was very sure that Serris was definitely not up to no good.

But Emlyn immediately agreed: "Yeah, why are you so selfish?"

I'm selfish? Klein pointed at himself. I...

"Alright, go ahead and talk." Klein raised his hands in surrender.

"That's right," Ceres continued. "Let me tell you, this being called the Fool is pretty casual."

"When you ask Him for help, whether He helps you or not doesn't depend on your reasons or the amount of your reward. It's all based on His mood. If He's in a good mood, He'll help you. If He's in a bad mood, He'll punish you."

Emlyn nodded immediately. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this. This was how secret existences should be. They were meant to be moody.

"So what will happen if you are punished?" But he still asked cautiously.

"You'll become a nagging idiot who likes to wear a jade pendant around his neck," Serris said seriously. "You'll repeat the phrase 'Bring wealth, bring wealth' every day. You'll also like to place incense burners on the altar."

(End of this chapter)