Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 63: Lotto, the charming moment of gamblers

According to the procedure, it was not yet time for the party members to write on the blackboard. But Mr. A, the convener of the party, didn't care, and Serris himself didn't care even more.

Coming to the blackboard in the front, Ceres wrote: "Fool's Lotto, ten pounds each."

After writing it, he added a parenthesis at the end to add: "(After use, there is a 70% chance of randomly accommodating a temporary Sequence 6 Beyonder characteristic, which lasts for one hour and will not go out of control. There is also a 30% chance of directly absorbing 90% of the spiritual power of users below Sequence 5.)
The effect of this extraordinary item attracted the attention of a large number of people.

Most of the Beyonders here were only at Sequence Nine, so for them, the Beyonder abilities of Sequence Six were absolutely precious. Even Mr. A, who was sitting on the sofa, turned his gaze away from the handsome men and beautiful women present and looked at Serris, who had just walked away from the blackboard.

Serris didn't put on any disguise, openly revealing his true face to everyone. This, in turn, deterred most people from entertaining any inappropriate thoughts. Even those who did harbor such inappropriate thoughts lowered their heads again when Mr. A glanced at them, intentionally or unintentionally.

Mr. A glanced at Serris, memorized his features, and made no comment. He simply stared at him for a moment before looking away calmly. He then began to assess the other attractive people present.

She looks good, but not to the standard of being wooed.

What does this mean? Tell me what this means! Ceres is a little red and warm.

[Isn't it obvious? Your appearance isn't up to par.]

Serris retorted loudly through the team chatter in his head, "I'll let you go! Every pure and beautiful knight I've ever met has praised my unparalleled beauty!"

[Yes, you are as beautiful as a newborn insect.]

【Note: Chongzhi.】

Serris walked back to sit next to ScrewGum and asked ScrewGum expressionlessly, "Do you think I'm ugly?"

Considering what had just happened, ScrewGum easily understood the situation. He chuckled, "That's not the case, and this question itself is meaningless."

"Explanation: Different individuals have different definitions of 'beauty'. Especially for organic beings, their perception of things changes with subjective emotions. Organic beings are mostly emotional, and their emotions are like the tides, always changing differently at different times and places."

“Conclusion: You don’t need to care what strangers think.”

Viscount Glint was discussing the newly written content with Hugh and Fores in a heated discussion: "Sequence Six, and only ten pounds! This... can't be fake, right?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Mr. A's gatherings don't allow fraud. And there are people here who are specifically responsible for identification. But this person looks unfamiliar. I've never seen him before." Hugh explained to Greylint.

"Then his credibility is no longer guaranteed..." Fores put forward his own point of view, quietly turned his head to look at Serris, and then quickly looked away.

Although Audrey was also listening, her attention was more focused on Ceris and ScrewGum.

The unique way ScrewGum spoke and what he said gave Audrey some ideas: "Organic life? Hiss... No way..."

She was a little hesitant to believe her own guess.

Noticing Audrey's change of mood, Cerus decided to expose ScrewGum harshly: "What about inorganic life? For example, you."

ScrewGum didn't care, he never thought about hiding his identity as an omnic.

In fact, after the two Omnic Wars, machine worship even arose on many planets.

After he joined the Genius Club, the status of Omnics skyrocketed, especially those from Screw Star.

"In my opinion, you are actually quite good-looking, but you may be lacking in temperament." Every gesture of Screw Gumu showed what elegance was.

"If you really want to look better, the company should have many ways to do it. The family's cosmetics are also good. Addendum: You should pay more attention to your behavior."

Serris leaned back in his chair. "Never mind. I still prefer the original face. Besides, I'm being cool and effortless, but he doesn't appreciate it."

Screw-Gum nodded, not arguing with Serris any further. This Mr. Screw-Gum was truly an inorganic lifeform! He was the robot mentioned in Russell's science fiction novel! Mr. Devil actually had a robot friend! Audrey's ears twitched, incredulous at having learned such a thing.

Time passed slowly, and Audrey had already casually used nearly Klein's monthly salary to buy three pages of Russell's diary. At the same time, she noticed that Mr. A often focused his attention on men and women who were particularly good-looking.

In particular, he looked at her and Mr. Screw Gum several times.

A waiter came to Serris and gently reminded him, "Sir, someone wants to buy your extraordinary item. Please move to the room over there."

Serris stood up and followed the waiter to the private trading room. There was already a man waiting inside. He was wrapped up tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Feeling the constant "luck" that surrounded that person, Cerus closed the door and pulled over a chair to sit down. "Wow, a 'winner' after all. I knew you would be interested in this."

The winner didn't say anything more and directly took out a box: "One hundred."

The box was opened, and inside were ten neatly arranged stacks of ten ten-pound notes, each stack containing ten notes.

Seeing the winner so boring, Ceres lost interest. With a wave of his hand, the banknotes in the box were replaced by blue and pink lottery tickets. "Go away, boring guy."

The winner didn't hesitate and checked the lottery ticket. I don't know how he determined whether it was real or not. Anyway, he probably confirmed the authenticity of the lottery ticket.

"How to use it?" He asked briefly and clearly.

"Infuse it with spirituality, then tear it apart," Serris explained.

The winner didn't stay, closed the box and turned to leave.

After the winner left, the waiter standing nearby came forward and asked Serris, "Sir, there are several customers who want to buy your extraordinary items. Do you have any stock?"

Ceris snapped his fingers: "Of course."

He knew that no one could refuse the lottery.

This is the charming moment for gamblers.

…………

Sunday, above the gray fog.

Klein once again received the prayer from the young man who spoke Giant.

Klein extended his spiritual sense and saw through the gray fog that the young man was kneeling in front of a crystal ball, praying nervously.

Ever since the last time he had trouble understanding something, Klein had been cramming for some time to learn Giant language and could barely understand it.

"Great God, please turn your gaze back to this place you have abandoned.

"Great God, please free us, the people of darkness, from the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you and please you with my blood."

This is a really bad prayer. It should be followed by a postal code, street address, phone number, or at least a name. This is the most basic requirement of prayer.

The hateful evil god Mr. Fool, who was pleased by the life and blood of the little boy, immediately thought of the God-forsaken Land. He extended his spiritual power and pulled the little boy into the gray fog.

The evil fool finally couldn't help himself and was about to attack the little boy. Klein, who was the trinity of god, believer, and follower, naturally had to perform the duties of a priest.

Oh, ignorant little boy, get ready to be baptized!
World, hit the sun!
(End of this chapter)