Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 220: A Stinky Chapter

[Yeah, there's an honest guy here, come and bully him! ]

Looking at the gazes being cast at him, Emlyn the Moon was suddenly at a loss. He only vaguely understood that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked, wondering if he had exposed his vampire identity.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

"Yes, I am a noble, pure vampire." Emlyn raised his chin slightly in response.

Xing touched his chin and asked, "Vampire...so do you sometimes crave blood?"

"Of course." Emlyn answered with some confusion. He didn't understand why the other party would ask such an obvious question.

"So, do you sometimes become irritable, angry, and violent?" Xing continued to ask.

"That's a rumor," Emlyn retorted immediately. "But I do get a little emotional during a full moon."

"Just a little bit." Emlyn added.

Xing immediately gasped and retreated tactically.

With "blood thirst" and "black rage", ordinary people can also become "extraordinary characteristics" by absorbing them.

"So it's the Blood Angels. My apologies."

"Blood Angel?" Emlyn raised his chin proudly once again. "I really like this name."

"That's great! If there's a chance in the future, I'll treat you to some 'hand-beaten chicken meat sauce.'" Serris said he wanted to make friends.
"No problem." Emlyn agreed readily, thinking that Serris was one of those people who worshipped vampires.

Klein, hidden in the gray fog, used the clown's ability to control the corners of his mouth, preventing it from twitching.

Warhammer...Klein was familiar with it.

Although he didn't know much, he at least knew that Sanguinius, the Primarch of the Blood Angels Chapter, was smashed into a pulp by Horus.

Fors asked curiously, "Mr. Moon, have you, the vampire race, imitated humans in establishing titles like Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron to identify powerful individuals of different levels and status?"

"No, you humans copied us!" Emlyn sat up straight. "Long before the Cataclysm, as early as the Second Epoch, our vampire race already had the divisions of duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron."

As soon as he finished speaking, Derrick, the Sun next to him, blurted out, "There's no such record in the history of our Silver City."

This sentence immediately triggered Emlyn's rebuttal personality, causing him and Derrick to engage in a five-minute "two children arguing about the moon" debate.

Finally, the Tarot Society's political commissar, the Hanged Man, stopped the quarrel between the two.

The political commissar said that everyone is a collective, ideological work must be done well, and we must unite and look forward.

Entering the transaction phase, Xing took the initiative to propose a deal this time: "I have a bookmark here, I don't know what it is used for, but it seems quite special. Does anyone recognize it?"

This was a bookmark she had seen at the "Rossel Memorial Exhibition" two months ago. At that time, the bookmark sparkled in her eyes, full of interactive options.

So she drove the automatic pickup truck over.

Later she asked Serris, and Serris told her to go to a secret party and ask the people at the party.

Then Xing forgot about it, and the bookmark was left in his backpack gathering dust until he remembered it now.

Klein then thought of a diary entry he had read earlier, from Emperor Roselle. "On January 20th, I made the second Card of Blasphemy. Well, I plan to disguise it as a bookmark and place it inside a very valuable book..."

"Is there anything special about it?" Alger also had some guesses and asked for details.

"It... um... can't be torn apart." Xing thought for a moment and gave an answer.

I see. Alger looked away with some disappointment.

"Ms. Emperor, I just happen to be lacking a strong enough bookmark. You know, the sea is always bumpy, and we need something that is not so easily damaged. So, how much do you think I can buy this bookmark from you?" Otto smiled and asked Xing about the price.

"Oh, do you want it? Then I'll give it to you." Xing turned into a boy who gave away money without any care.

"You are such a generous lady. In that case, I hope you don't mind if I give you some specialties from various archipelagos in return." Otto didn't say anything that required payment.

"Are pirates the specialty of the sea?" Xing asked.

Otto seemed to think about it seriously, and then replied calmly, "It's an interesting idea, but it's a pity that this specialty product is not easy to transport. So maybe I will replace it with some other gadgets."

Klein was also curious about this bookmark, but since it had already been bought, it was difficult for him to control the dummy world to intercept it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, does anyone have a method or item to make everyone on a ship fall asleep at the same time?" Alger made his request after the deal was reached.

"Yes, I have a drug here. Beyonders below Sequence 7 will immediately fall into a deep sleep after drinking it," Serris continued. "I can imitate it into some common items. Um, is black tea the only option?"

"Of course," Alger agreed immediately. "Being able to defeat Sequence Seven, does he have any side effects?"

"A little bit. After drinking it, there's a chance that some 'puffing' or 'hmmmm' sounds will be heard," Serris replied.

"Also, the smell might be a bit stinky, and it needs to be covered up with the smell of other things." Serris added.

"Will the noise be loud?" Alger pressed. "And will the smell be noticeable?"

"No, the sound and smell are just a little bit." Ceris shook his head. "The smell of one oyster can completely cover it up."

"Is that so?" Alger nodded. "If it's just a little bit, then it should be acceptable."

"How long will the sleep last?" Alger asked about the drug's effects.

"Because it's an occult potion, its effectiveness is quite accurate," Serris gave a precise answer. "One drop can render a Sequence Seven unconscious for 114514 seconds."

[Yeah, what a stinky deal.]

Alger did some mental calculations and decided to buy it. "For more than a day, that's enough."

After the transaction was concluded, Serris began to recommend the "Destiny Potion" to the newcomers as usual.

But this time it was clearly rejected.

"We are noble vampires and don't need to take potions at all," Emlyn replied.

Serris didn't continue to recommend, but just smiled.

The transaction session ended and the meeting entered the free communication session.

(End of this chapter)