Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 229 Losing control
After straightening his clothes, Russell looked at Klein and Audrey who had also appeared beside him. "You two always run into each other, but it seems you never ran into me before the last floor."

He laughed and teased, "Do you all join the simulated universe together every night?"

Audrey pretended not to understand and replied with a smile, "Perhaps it's because adventuring with you, the Emperor, wouldn't be enough to train me. After all, everything becomes much simpler when you're around."

Russell thought that the "Miss Justice" in front of him was a relatively conservative Loen person, so he didn't make any inappropriate jokes, but followed Audrey to change the subject.

"Of course, I'm the omnipotent Russell." Russell raised his eyebrows complacently. "It's a coincidence that we met. You can ask me if you have any questions."

Klein thought of his own potion at this moment, so he took the opportunity to ask, "Emperor, how do you think a potion called 'Recall Artist' should be used?"

"Is that something called the fate potion? I don't know much about it. But if you take it literally, you might be able to open a movie theater."

This era had recorders, which were also invented by Russell. However, due to technical limitations, people usually preferred to watch plays.

Klein nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Russell nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, Russell spoke out of the blue.

“World, come here.” He said, not caring whether Klein followed or not. He turned and walked towards a deserted alley on Pinocchio Street.

Klein frowned in confusion, not understanding what Russell was trying to say. But he still followed.

Audrey stayed where she was, curious, waiting for the two to talk.

Klein adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and followed Russell into the alley. Russell didn't do anything, but Klein suddenly felt as if the inside and outside of the alley were separated.

"The Emperor..." Klein tried to speak.

"What's your real name?" Russell interrupted Klein and asked directly.

"Uh... isn't this bad?" Klein hesitated.

"What are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you." Russell chuckled. "Or rather, if I were to do something to you, would I need to know your name?"

Klein thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he replied, "Klein, Klein Moretti."

He didn't mention a pseudonym, because it would be meaningless to a true god, and he believed that Russell could judge the truth. He also didn't mention Charlotte and German, because these were things that Russell had not brought to this era and would be easily exposed.

But Russell shook his head: "No, that's not what I'm asking. It's your real name."

Russell placed one hand on his chest: "For example, me, Huang Tao."

After spending some time together, he always felt that this "Mr. World"'s way of thinking was unexpectedly compatible with his, and his judgment on some things was also different from the common thinking of this era.

No further confirmation or complete evidence is needed. For an emperor of knowledge, his intuition is the truth of the world.

Klein was stunned.

Russell didn't rush, just waited.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Klein finally chose to show his hand.

Since the other party is right in front of me, there is no point in hiding it.

"Zhou Mingrui," he replied simply. "Are we actually from the same hometown?" Russell smiled even more happily.

Only then did Klein notice that this was the first time he had felt "sincerity" from Russell.

"I was originally planning to ask where you're from to see if there's any need for regional discrimination. But after thinking about it, I decided there's no need."

"We are all poor people who don't belong to this era and have no homeland. We should help each other."

As the Emperor of Knowledge, Russell's every move would affect the cognition of those around him to a certain extent. Not to mention that Klein was also an extremely sensitive memory artist.

Russell's words immediately brought back memories of Klein's hometown, darkening his expression.

"Do you know the truth about the end of the world?" Russell asked.

Klein nodded slightly. "Cerris told me a little bit, although not in great detail."

"Indeed." Russell expressed his understanding. "You can't know too much at your current level."

"So, do you know the truth about time travel?" Russell asked again.

"I don't know," Klein shook his head, then smiled. "Emperor, are you going to tell me the truth about my time travel?"

across...

Upon hearing this, Russell chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I was kept in the dark just like you. Although I had some suspicions, it wasn't until I reached the moon and saw the planet's true appearance from above that I dared to confirm it."

Klein suddenly had a bad thought, and even thought of what Russell had just said: "A poor creature who doesn't belong to this era and has no hometown."

He originally thought it was just a metaphor, like "a fool who does not belong to this era."

Klein's heart contracted rapidly, then expanded again.

Pfft!Pfft!
Klein heard his own heartbeat, and common sense about the current world suddenly popped up in his mind one after another.

"There are twelve months and three hundred and sixty-five days in a year."

"Twenty-four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour, sixty seconds in a minute"

"There is one and only one sun and one moon in the sky..."

In just two or three seconds, it was as if thunders were exploding continuously in Klein's mind, causing his lips to tremble slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the formation of an answer.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to deny it, but no words came out.

Klein's eyes widened, and soon fine bloodshot veins covered his eyeballs.

There were suddenly some things on his face that looked like blood vessels, which began to bulge out and wriggle under the skin.

The body began to feel a little illusory, with stars flashing and puzzle-like patterns appearing.

His bones began to tremble, but made a creaking sound that sounded like laughter.

Patterns like the texture of a puppet began to appear on the skin of the chest and began to spread to all parts of the body.

(End of this chapter)