Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 255 The Discordant One

Dog-donkey? What is that? It's probably some kind of insult.

For some reason, Alger found the term "dog-donkey" rather appealing. He secretly memorized it, intending to use it as an insult later.

As for the crazy guy.

Alger focused his attention on the term "magnetic madman".

It doesn't seem like a good word either, but based on the book's title, Alger is a little uncertain.

“This is a very good extraordinary system. It doesn’t require potions or destiny. I believe it will suit you well,” Serris said.

"I understand, thank you." Alger tucked the book into the hidden pocket inside his coat, carefully placing it close to his body, without opening it to look at it right away.

With so many people around, he planned to read it again once he got back to his ship.

“You can teach it to your other crew members. I believe you know exactly how much to teach and how much to keep,” Serres said.

"Okay." Alger was momentarily distracted, and Serres had vanished from his sight.

He reached into his inner pocket and touched the book pressed against his chest, and couldn't help but sigh.

An angel, or even...

In short, what a great being bestows is undoubtedly equivalent to a sacred object of the Church.

Alger can now be considered a high-ranking deacon who controls the sacred artifact.

However, he was not a senior deacon of the Storm Church, but rather a senior deacon of the Joy Church.

“Electric current propulsion…” Alger repeated the word several times, “The Sequence Five Ocean Singer can unleash lightning to a certain extent. But that’s still a long way off for me right now.”

Put aside unrealistic fantasies for a moment and look around.

Alger saw all sorts of card games in the casino, as well as roulette-style gambling derived from dice.

Since it was still early and there weren't many gamblers, Alger quickly "browsed" them all.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he keenly noticed the man who had been used as a scapegoat by Serres a few minutes earlier, and discovered his true identity beneath his clumsy disguise.

He took off his hat, walked to the Texas Hold'em table, patted his target on the shoulder, leaned down close to the other's ear, and whispered, "Flame."

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Inside Old John's Restaurant.

Klein watched as the waiter placed a plate of grilled fish in front of him, covered with straw-like things and various spices that he recognized and did not recognize.

Padma sat on the table, with a small plate in front of her.

In theory, pets are not allowed in the restaurant. But Klein has a Rune-like face.

The people of Rune are like gods here.

Therefore, the actual status of Padma is even higher than that of the native inhabitants.

So she could not only enter the restaurant but also sit at the table, while the indigenous people could only stay outside and watch.

Klein didn't want to comment, because he himself was a beneficiary of the system. Condescending and hypocritical evaluations would only disgust him.

The strong smell filled Klein's nostrils, greatly increasing his saliva production.

As expected of the Spice Islands… Klein thought to himself.

Instead of knives and forks, there was a pair of chopsticks in front of him.

Without a doubt, this was also invented by Russell.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, Klein suddenly felt a slight spiritual stirring and turned to look out the window.

That was a local inspector.

Klein frowned instinctively as he looked at the inspector.

It wasn't that he did anything, but rather that Klein sensed a very obvious "incongruity".

He silently activated his spiritual vision, but everything told him that this was normal and there was no need to worry about it.

But Klein still felt awkward.

"Pado," he called softly.

"Hmm?" Padma, who had already started eating, looked up at Klein with a puzzled expression and answered in a meow that only Klein could understand, "What's wrong, Brother Klein?"

There were many people here, and they were all ordinary people. Padmon didn't want to cause a commotion, so she didn't speak in Rune. "Look at that person," Klein gestured to the inspector over there, "Don't you think... something's off?"

Following Klein's gesture, Padmon blinked.

As you can see, the inspector's face is beaming with a satisfied smile, as if he is full of hope for life.

Unlike other inspectors, he did not engage in any physical or verbal abuse of Indigenous people. On the contrary, he was very warm and welcoming to everyone.

The only awkward thing is that his body language looks strange.

“Hmm…it feels like…” Padmon was careful with her words, “like a woman’s soul being stuffed into a man’s body.”

“Yes.” Klein nodded. “I feel the same way.”

But that was none of his business. He looked away and continued eating.

This is no big deal, and the tragic premonition surrounding the mourner's death didn't affect him. Klein had no reason to get involved.

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The Silver City, the Berg family.

Derrick, who had just finished lunch with his parents, returned to his room and casually put the "Manuscript of the Black Rock Book of the Court of Giants" on the table aside.

Sitting at his desk, Derrick closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and began to pray.

He began with his usual prayer to Mr. Fool, but paused for a few seconds between each sentence.

This is also what Mr. Fool asked for.

The people of Silver City didn't understand why, but they did it anyway.

In any case, they certainly wouldn't have guessed that Mr. Fool did this to avoid being bothered by harassing phone calls 24 hours a day.

After praying to Mr. Fool, Derrick did not lower his hands but began to pray to Serres.

"A chaotic and foolish recollector, an absurd and twisted physician."

"A clown who chases after delusions, a self-destructive person who devours his own fantasies."

"A carefree wanderer, a scholar who roams the world."

"A fictional clown, a masked fool."

"Great Devil, I beg your gaze, I beg you to grant me a good dream tonight."

This is preparation for the simulated universe tonight. Although I don't understand the underlying principles, since it's a dream, wishing for good dreams shouldn't be wrong.

After completing the series of actions, Derrick lowered his hands again and opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering.

Why is Mr. Devil able to enter his dream?
Could Mr. Devil actually be a nightmare?

It's the kind of nightmare demon that often appears in those picture books in the underground market, the kind that can drain men's yang energy in dreams...

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Backlund, Hillston District, Wimandy's house.

Emlyn White combed his hair with his hands.

He has fully digested the "Medicine Seeker" potion.

As a born Sequence Seven, and with a preceding Sequence Nine of "Pharmacist" being a noble bloodline.

It was inevitable that the mere Fate Potion would melt upon entering his mouth. Emlyn thought so.

Without gifts from elders, vampires find it difficult to advance in rank. Furthermore, the materials used for advancement through potions are often from their own kind.

But now, Emlyn, who has a dual career path, can freely take on roles and advance in his career.

As expected of him, the great savior of the vampires.

"Before the Great Cataclysm, there was a Silver Kingdom, originally ruled by the Giants' Court, but later it came under the control of the Creator..." In front of Emlyn, the vampire Wimandy, who looked only thirty years old, held a brown pipe and explained the question Emlyn had raised.

"Are you even listening to me?" Wymandy opened his half-closed eyes impatiently.

"Ah, yes, yes." Emlyn quickly gathered his thoughts and listened attentively to the teachings of the vampire elder in front of him.

(End of this chapter)