Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 22 Great Love Star Lord
Monday afternoon, 2:45

Klein glanced at his watch and checked the time. While it was still early, he pondered for a moment and determined his "email address" above the gray fog, so that anyone from the Tarot Club could contact him later.

"A cowardly god who doesn't belong to this era, the ruler of poverty above the bathroom, the king of whistleblowing who presides over sweet iced tea."

"Are you sure this is the Fool's honorific name?" Xing couldn't believe it.

"Of course." Ceris vowed.

Clang clang clang.

Gornez went up to the second floor and knocked on the railing, attracting the attention of the two men.

"What's wrong?" Serris looked at Gornez in confusion.

"You two should tone it down a bit," Gornez said, clutching his forehead. "People have been complaining lately about you two always messing with the trash cans, and it's really annoying the neighbors. Can you two just play with the trash cans less? Okay?"

"Someone came to you to complain?" Xing couldn't believe what he heard. Someone actually didn't like the trash can.

"Yeah, a lot of people came to me and responded."

Hearing these words, Serris fell silent. He looked at the trash can doll in his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes. With a heart full of reluctance:

"Since someone has already given us feedback, we can't continue to act on our own. In that case, I'll be the bad guy."

As he spoke, Serris took out a cicada. Its head and abdomen were brown and yellow, and its surface had textures like tree rings, as if it had witnessed the passage of time.

Spring and Autumn Cicada!
"I will go back to the past and never touch the trash can again. Spring and Autumn Cicada, please accompany me through the long river of time again." Serris looked at the Spring and Autumn Cicada in his hand, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

Xing slammed the table and roared, "Stop it! Serris, what the hell are you doing?! How can we be abstract without a trash can?"

Suddenly, the spring and autumn cicada chirped softly:
"It's very simple. Isn't it that I have become a venerable?"

Serris: “?”

star:"?"

Gornez: “?”

After the cry, its aura was no longer concealed, revealing its ninth level of cultivation. For a moment, the entire audience fell silent again, stunned.

I saw Chunqiu Cicada smiled faintly and chirped:
Cicada cicada cicada cicada, cicada cicada cicada cicada.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...

Xing stretched out his hand and grabbed the Spring and Autumn Cicada.

Looking at the Spring and Autumn Cicada in his hand, Xing smiled coldly. You want to become a master without reciting a poem?
She exerted a little force in her hand, and with a soft sound, the Spring and Autumn Cicada was crushed into pieces by her.

Nine-turn Spring and Autumn Cicada——ruined!
"What!" Everyone was shocked. "How can you destroy the Spring and Autumn Cicada?"

Xing chuckled and pulled out an object. It was a palm-sized oval smiling face with a broad forehead, a square chin, and black rimmed glasses.

Ten turns of Net Purification Gu!

The Spring and Autumn Cicada drifted against the tide of time. She stood sideways, extending her left hand, palm facing downward. The Net-Cleansing Gu floated beneath her palm, swirling and rising with the slightest movement of her arm.

Override!

As the other two watched, Xing casually threw the Net-Cleansing Gu away. She walked to the window, clasping her hands behind her back. She stood with her back to the others, her hands behind her back.

She spoke softly:
"I know clearly that people's paths are unique. I am walking on my own path. Even if the wind and rain are so strong that I can hardly walk; even if there are so many thorns that I am covered with scars, I will still smile foolishly. I understand this feeling."

"Hahahahaha," she laughed cheerfully, "I believe that the little bucket traveling alone will one day see the green buckets on both sides of the river, and the bucket birds singing in unison."

The crushed Spring and Autumn Cicada used its remaining head to fight for its last breath and cried out in grief: "Heroes in this world are truly like crucian carp crossing the river. Great Love Star Honored, what a Great Love Star Honored."

"It truly is a dazzling display of color," Serris applauded. "Brilliant, truly brilliant."

………After his outburst, Serris stretched himself comfortably, intending to return to his room to rest. Suddenly, he felt a pulling force.

He remembered that today was Monday, transformed himself into a meme body, and followed the pull to climb up to the Source Castle.

Above the gray fog, in the grand palace, the long bronze table looks mottled and ancient.

As soon as Audrey Hall's figure appeared, Klein, who had already activated his clairvoyance, looked over. As expected, he saw that the colors deep within her aura had blended into one, becoming pure and tranquil, like the tears of a lake that clearly reflected everything.

She had indeed become a Beyonder... Klein was about to look away when he suddenly noticed that the high-back chair belonging to Miss Justice had changed.

The bright stars on the back of the chair moved rapidly, forming an illusory constellation that did not belong to reality.

In Klein's eyes, this constellation is so familiar because it is a symbol in mysticism.

The symbol of the "dragon"!
Old Neil had taught him that dragons were experts in the realm of the mind. Considering what Mr. Devil had mentioned at the last Tarot Club about the audience's subsequent "mind readers" and "psychologists," Klein had a guess. The dragons were likely mostly audience members.

The audience... the dragon... Klein controlled himself from shaking his head and looked inquiringly at the high-backed chair of The Hanged Man.

Normally, from his angle of vision, he certainly couldn't see the back of the chair, but this was his home court and everything was presented according to his will.

The constellation behind the seat did not change, but Klein, who had already learned about mysticism, was no longer as ignorant as before and recognized it as the symbol of "storm."

Sailors...Sea-lovers...Storms...That's no problem.

The color deep within the aura of “The Hanged Man” has become much purer... Has he been promoted?
So what about Mr. Devil?
The scene in Klein's eyes changed again, and the pattern behind Serris came into view.

It wasn't a pattern he'd learned, but he had seen it before, on a flyer for the World's End tavern.

It was a high-heeled glass with a diamond-shaped star on top and a pair of patterns that looked like wings and smiling faces on the back of the glass.

What does this mean? Klein doesn't quite understand.

The Holy Grail? Or something else? Klein's thoughts wandered slightly.

By the way, what's the symbol behind my seat?
For some reason, he couldn't see directly behind himself like he could see other people.

Klein resisted the urge to look back. As before, he tapped the edge of the long table three times with his fingers and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Miss Justice. You are a Beyonder now."

Could he see it straight away? That's right, after all, it was the mysterious Mr. Fool. Audrey was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Thank you, Mr. Fool, and thank you Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Devil."

"Faster than I thought," Alger Wilson said frankly.

Serris smiled but said nothing and just waved his hand.

Klein didn't continue the topic. He tapped his brow and said with a smile, "Madam, sir, have you found Russell's diary?"

Upon hearing Mr. Fool's question, Audrey didn't answer immediately as she usually did. Instead, she stared at the Hanged Man and the Devil with her sparkling eyes, examining them.

Serris openly displayed his body language in front of Audrey, but Alger unconsciously restrained his body movements.

After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke, "I found two pages of Emperor Roselle's diary and memorized their contents."

"I have a page." Audrey, her vision blocked by the gray fog, replied in a bystander tone.

"I have two pages of Russell's diary here." Serris had already prepared "Roselle's" diary.

"Very good." Klein didn't let his joy or disappointment affect his voice.

He was delighted to have five full pages, but disappointed to have only five, because the first round of collection was definitely relatively easy, as it was a way to tap into the potential of his own resources and channels. Subsequent rounds would become increasingly difficult, involving more factors.

"Should we express it now?" Audrey asked calmly.

"Yes." Klein replied briefly.

　I heard that the early stages of a new book are very important. Although I don’t quite understand it, I’d still like to ask for monthly votes or something.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)