Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 208: Day , Giving "Meaning"

Somewhere in the astral world, filled with various metals and rocks.

Even though it is night now, the place is still filled with the light of [dusk] and the occasional streak of [dawn].

In the desolate dusk, a figure as massive as a mountain sat alone on a massive throne of unknown material. His limbs were abnormally long, and he wore tattered silver armor. His face was obscured by a visor, revealing only a faint glimpse of an orange-red glow.

In one hand, He grasped the hilt of an exaggerated longsword, which was stuck in the ground. With the other hand, He supported His head, tilting His entire body slightly, His head tilted to face one direction.

It was a stone platform, upon which lay a brass book that looked quite ancient.

The evening light shone upon it, giving its pages a sense of decay.

The brass book lay quietly open on the stone platform, motionless. Five paragraphs could be seen written on it:
On the first day, "truth" was given.

On the second day, he was given the "calendar".

On the third day, he was given "speech".

On the fourth day, "value" is given.

On the fifth day, "rules" were given.

A few months ago, when the God of War Badhair brought the uniqueness of the [Judge] path to the Kingdom of God through the God-descended Container, it only had the first sentence on it.

Over time, I would occasionally add a sentence. Sometimes I wouldn't do anything for a month, and sometimes I would add a sentence every few days.

Even if it is suppressed through the twilight and declining power, it is basically ineffective.

But at least in His kingdom of God, this brass book dares not issue any messed-up laws.

Even if it is promulgated, it will be useless.

Facing the direction of the brass book, Badhair's eyes were closed under his helmet, and he didn't move, as if he was dead.

He wasn't a very intelligent god, and even after all this time, he still couldn't figure out why the Brass Book had changed. But he didn't trust outsiders, so he only told his biological mother, the Earth Mother, about the Brass Book's changes.

Suddenly, His eyes opened.

New words were once again outlined on the brass book.

On the sixth day, "meaning" is given.

Badhair watched quietly and did not try to stop it.

He had tried several times before, and no matter what he did, he could not prevent such words from appearing in the brass book.

Seeing the brass book return to silence after writing new words, Badhair closed his eyes again.

…………

the next day.

Crane arrives at the Church of Mercy.

Last night he met Emlyn, who was praying, above the gray fog and promised to recruit him into the Tarot Club next week.

And in the next few days, I will fall into a long period of doing nothing.

That's how private detectives work. Although they can make a lot of money when they occasionally receive a big contract, their income is not stable and most of the time they are idle.

This morning, Padomeow went out early to "buy goods" and didn't follow Klein. With nothing else to do, Klein decided to go to the church.

Although there was a chance that Serris and a wild Amon would spawn in the church, the church was empty at the moment. It was obvious that Klein's luck today was average.

Klein sat down before the Holy Emblem of the Fool, looking up at the pattern pointing toward him, his mind filled with complicated thoughts.

"Hu." After an unknown amount of time, he let out a breath.

Next, he needed to play both the "Faceless Man" and the "Recollection Artist." He already had some ideas about the "Faceless Man," but he had no idea what to do with the "Recollection Artist."

Just as I was thinking about it, my spirit was suddenly touched, and the "tragedy foresight" was passively triggered, and a scene quickly passed by my eyes.

This was not directed at him, but at some strangers he did not know. He saw a deserted, dirty and disgusting alley corner.

A woman walked out of the alley and onto the street.

Wherever she passed, the haze in the air became imperceptibly thicker, stained with a slightly iron-black color, and the visible distance gradually became smaller.

After she left the street, a homeless man wearing an old jacket and with a sallow face suddenly started coughing so violently that he fell to the ground.

Two poor people who were very close to the homeless man stepped back in horror, then covered their throats and made hoarse sounds, as if they had a serious lung disease or bronchitis and could not breathe.

The scene changed, and Klein saw a series of illusory and transparent figures filled with resentment, entering a special ceremony one after another. The suppressed emotions of numbness, despair, pain, and resentment that had accumulated over the years in the factory area, dock area, and East District also surged like a tide.

The image faded, and Klein immediately looked outside the church door.

Witch? Ritual?
The evil god is coming!

Klein, who had had similar experiences, immediately understood what was about to happen.

Immediately, he took out the coin and did divination several times in a row.

The results showed that this matter was very dangerous for him and that even if he did nothing, the problem would be solved in the end.

The only price was some insignificant, unknown strangers.

Klein shifted uneasily, closed his eyes, and began to hesitate. His right hand clenched and unclenched several times.

After seven or eight seconds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes, his lips curled up in a ridiculous, clown-like smile. He pressed his left hand against the back of the chair, nimbly flipped over it, and rushed toward the church door.

The flames spread, and the long-lost relics replaced all the clothes on his body except for the top hat.

The colors before Klein's eyes suddenly became hazy. He stepped into it, entering this "memories" formed by the interweaving of human memories.

This is one of the abilities of the [Recall Artist], called "Recall Walk".

You can enter this "recollection" which is similar to the "collective subconscious ocean" and move around.

However, this doesn't speed up much, it just allows Klein to pass through obstacles like walls without being noticed by ordinary people.

This allows him to walk in a straight line and allows him to jump with flames in his rightful place.

He followed the guidance of his spiritual intuition and rushed as fast as he could towards the location he had just foreseen.

But halfway through, he subconsciously looked up under the influence of spiritual intuition and saw several meteorites burning with blazing flames falling from the sky, cutting through the sky and covering the city.

In this "recall," what people observe is reflected back synchronously, allowing Klein to clearly see the changes taking place in the outside world.

But in the next second, a pink, flower-like pattern appeared in the sky, centered on a point. Then, the pattern continued to rapidly expand, and pieces of things like mirror fragments appeared. The whole formed a huge umbrella, covering the sky above the city.

It looked familiar, but Klein couldn't remember what it was.

Now that the threat of the meteorite had been eliminated, there was no need for Klein to stop. He crouched low and continued forward.

But it seemed that Klein's grasp of this ability was not very good yet, or perhaps it was because he was too anxious.

The hazy world before his eyes became even more blurred, as if light and shadow were intertwined together.

After a few flame leaps, Klein had no choice but to exit the "recall walking" state.

At the same time, somewhere, a yellow notebook had the following words written on it:

"For unknown, unexplained reasons, the Dallasko meteor shower arrived at the planet two days early."

"Some of them landed right in Sherlock Moriarty's path, inside the city. And out of the kindness of his heart, Sherlock Moriarty had to stop and stop the meteorites.

But soon, the part about "Sherlock" was painted over.

Then, the serious middle-aged man with only one eye left grasped a seemingly ordinary quill and wrote quickly in a psychic state:
"After this incident, due to his limited mastery of this unprecedented extraordinary ability, he deviated from his original trajectory and came to a place not far from Ince Zangwill and his friends."

(End of this chapter)