Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 30 The long-awaited protagonist

Colin slowly stood up and looked at the Beyonder Characteristics scattered on the ground with an expressionless face.

The Beyonder's characteristics were shattered. Colin's seemingly calm expression concealed the shock hidden in his eyes. He sheathed his heavy sword back into the scabbard on his back, bent his right forearm, and placed his palm in front of his chest. He looked down at his right hand, which shone with amber light, and the amber armor that extended from it to his entire body.

As his mind moved, the armor quickly faded away, but his right hand did not change at all, as if he was wearing a glove that could not be taken off.

He took a deep breath and whispered softly, "Destiny... protection... Amber King..."

From that place called Fate Gorge, he learned a lot: about the Star God, about fate, and about the Order.

Is he now considered an envoy? It seems not.

Not all those blessed by the Star Gods are Order Envoys. For example, Fu Xuan, the Type-C from the Luofu Immortal Boat, who was "small in stature but incredibly powerful," was a prime example. The third eye on her forehead wasn't innate, but was bestowed upon her by the All-Knowing Heavenly Monarch, the Great Knowledge Master.

"Two thousand five hundred and eighty-two years..."

Colin slowly clenched his right hand into a fist and held it tightly.

The other five people gathered together, and Lao Shu couldn't help shouting: "Oh! Oh! Oh! Chief, you just did...simply..." He stammered, not knowing how to describe it.

"Klas." Finally, he chose the legendary word of praise left by the Creator, whose meaning was unknown.

Colin nodded, his eyes swept across the right side of the mouse where the arm should be, and then he forced himself to look at Stuart, whose skin was cracked.

He showed no sadness or sympathy, for he knew they would never be willing to accept such emotions.

Finally, Colin's gaze settled on Berg. Berg's skin was wrinkled and cracked, as if it had been submerged in water for a long time. His lifeless eyes bulged outwards, lifeless and lifeless.

Colin closed his eyes tightly, but he still couldn't take this matter calmly, even though such things happened almost every day.

Berg seemed quite relaxed and said to Colin with a smile, "I will apply for retirement when I get back. I will enjoy my life earlier than you."

Life in the City of Silver was tough, but not as bad as the human empire in Warhammer. At least there was a term called "retirement" here.

Then he joked, "Of course, Your Excellency, the Chief can agree to my application right now. I believe that the other members of the council will not have the courage to object to your opinion."

Everyone smiled in agreement, and then, with Annes carrying Berg, they left the ruins.

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The black market behind the Dragon Bar in Tingen, Loen Kingdom.

Today, Old Neil brought Klein to visit this simple underground black market.

Klein, who was talking with Old Neil, suddenly felt his spirituality touched and sensed a strange phenomenon on his left.

There seemed to be something lurking there, whispering and telling.

Klein turned around and saw a pale young man wearing a worn linen shirt and blue-gray trousers, typical of the working class. His eyes were very distracted yet revealed a hint of madness, and he kept muttering something.

Klein felt it and concluded that the other party's inspiration had touched his spirituality.

Normally, the perception brought about by "inspiration" will definitely produce a certain interaction, and it is almost impossible to hide it from those powerful people, such as "psychics" who have exerted their abilities, or powerful people with similar specialties. It is actually difficult for a little Karami like Klein to discover it.

Klein was fully aware that he was just a rookie. He knew that he could only detect the other party's "inspiration" when it reached a certain level or when it was abnormally distorted.

When his eyes met that person's, the pale young man with messy black hair took a step and walked towards him with an expression that was half sleepwalking and half crazy.

He stopped in front of Klein, staring at him blankly, the corners of his mouth raised, and just as he was about to say something, a pair of hands rested on his shoulders, pushing him around and making him face the wall.

He stared blankly at the wall, lost in thought for a moment, then reached out to touch the crack, as if completely oblivious to Klein's presence. Klein's gaze was focused on the man's waist, on the mask hanging there.

The devil of the Tarot Club, Ceres.

"Mr. Neil, you're here to pay the balance, right?" Ceres didn't look at Klein and greeted Old Neil.

"Oh, yes. I remember you, Mr. Bruce. Thank you for the gold and star crystals." Old Neil chuckled and handed a paper bag to Serris. "Here, take a look."

Serris waved his hand and stuffed the paper bag into his pocket. "You're an official member of the church." He gave a thumbs-up. "That's credibility."

Old Neil gestured to the man who was still scratching the wall: "What's wrong with him?"

Serris rubbed his teeth and said, "You know, he's quite receptive. He always accidentally sees things he shouldn't see or hear things he shouldn't hear."

Ceris pointed at the man and said, "It's good to let him play on his own for a while."

Old Neil looked at Serris thoughtfully, but said nothing and shrugged: "Okay."

Serris put his arm around Old Neil's shoulder and said, "Come to my tavern for a drink when you have time. I'll give you a discount."

"Wow," Old Neil raised his eyebrows, "You can't go back on your word."

"Hey, how could that be?" Ceres patted Old Neil on the back.

As he spoke, Ceres took out a small bottle from his pocket and said, "Here, try this."

"What is this? Let me make it clear in advance that if it's something addictive, I won't touch it." Old Neil took the bottle with a look of suspicion.

"Why don't you just take it for appraisal or take it back for divination?" Ceris ignored Old Neil's suspicion. "This is called Dream Syrup. It's a drink made by extracting dreams through Nightmare's extraordinary ability."

Serris was talking nonsense, but Old Neil was seriously thinking about the possibility of this matter.

"Well, if that's the case, then it tastes really good."

"Isn't this nonsense? If it doesn't taste good, how could I use it for publicity?" Ceris patted Old Neil a few more times.

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, okay, if you keep hitting me, my old bones are going to fall apart."

Klein stopped watching the two of them converse and went to browse the shops. He discovered that although this was a black market, the people there weren't all Beyonders; there were also many ordinary people.

He picked up an amulet at the stall and took a look at it.

Well, it's fake.

Later, Klein met a girl who was also looking for an amulet. Klein explained some mystical knowledge about amulets to her and helped her choose one.

"It was a sweet encounter, and Klein enjoyed a pleasant conversation with the girl. Together they explored the mysteries of the occult. As they gradually got to know each other, their feelings grew stronger."

"Finally, they got married and lived happily together."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Klein couldn't help but angrily scold Serris who was standing beside him.

That's definitely impossible. Even among the Tarot Club members who have been infected by Klein's aura, no one can escape being single. As the source of the loneliness virus, how can Klein escape this fateful curse?

PS: I am a time traveler, and the plot of Collapse 3.0 is revealed... I have been in Chongyun and didn’t go to watch it.

　I have something to do today and tomorrow, so tomorrow's update may be a little later, probably in the evening.

　　
　
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