Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 84: The Hidden Sage is Contaminated?
At this moment, except for Luo Yao who was on duty at Chanis Gate, the rest of them, Frye, Cornley and Xiga Teon, were all there, playing cards very leisurely.

Leonard's performance instantly captured everyone's attention. They all turned to look at Leonard, watching him and waiting for him to continue.

"What's wrong, Leonard? Do you have a girlfriend?" Cohen joked first.

"It could also be a boyfriend." The unknown and unpopular writer, Ms. Xijia Teong, fully demonstrated her divergent thinking.

Then Xiga looked at Klein behind Leonard and activated the skill: [Corrupted Eyes See Gay People].

It's not me! Klein immediately waved his hand in denial.

The fool's lifelong reputation cannot be ruined here.

So Xiga began to think, it must not be Captain Dunn, even the stray dogs at the company gate knew that the captain liked Ms. Daly.

So it's Old Neil...

"Ahem." Leonard coughed. He knew his teammates too well. He knew exactly what they were thinking.

So, without giving them a chance to think outside the box, he decisively continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me solemnly introduce the gentleman next to you. He is Mr. Klein Moretti, who mastered potions in just a month and a half!"

Everyone in the room looked at each other, and no one spoke for a moment.

"Is Leonard crazy about men?" Siga quietly asked Frye beside him.

"Maybe." Frye, who was not good at speaking, answered the question simply.

Leonard, the Midnight Poet, had clearly heard it. He immediately defended his reputation and pointed at the paper in Klein's hand, saying, "This is his special application, a special application to advance to Sequence 8!"

Frye took the card, glanced at Klein, and after a few seconds of silence, said, "Are you sure you have fully mastered the potion?"

He wasn't good at expressing his emotions, but Klein could still hear the concern in his words.

"Yes." Klein sensed the other party's concern and nodded affirmatively. "There are obvious signs of this, and you can clearly feel it."

Klein found a chair and sat down, explaining in a low voice, "I got inspiration from the motto of 'The Secret Pryer'."

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"The so-called role-playing method is to perform a role-play corresponding to the name of the potion. For example, if I take the [Mystery Peeper] path, then what I need to do at Sequence Nine is to peek into knowledge."

"Besides that, you also need to formulate your own role-playing rules and mottos. Of course, you can also borrow mottos from others. For example, Secret Peeps generally adhere to the motto of 'Do whatever you want, but do no harm,' which was originally advocated by the Secret Order."

"However, since everyone's nature is different, their understanding, digestion, and performance of potions are also different. While drawing on the experience of those who came before them, one must also forge their own path." Aboard the Future, a woman was explaining the performance method to the crew member who had raised the question. She wore a black, classical robe, emblazoned with numerous symbols and magical signs. The most prominent was a mysterious eye, one without eyelashes.

This is Cattleya, the famous star admiral on the sea.

Although she was the captain, she never put on airs. If a crew member asked her about something they didn't understand, she wouldn't mind taking the time to explain it. She never resorted to low-brow methods like arrogance, pretense, or acting like a diva to highlight her nobility. As an admiral of the planet, her quality as the captain of the Future was clear to all.

After watching the crew member who asked the question leave, Cattleya quietly rested against the edge of the boat.

Suddenly, her spiritual intuition was touched. She sighed, returned to her room on the ship, and sat down on the bed.

After more than ten minutes of preparation and waiting, the unique knowledge-seeking phenomenon of the Secret Peepers appeared one by one. Cattleya curled up, trying her best to reduce the pain caused by the knowledge pouring into her brain.

Normally, this phenomenon doesn't happen so often, at least not in the past. But for some reason, starting about a month ago, the frequency of these people's knowledge has increased significantly.

A large amount of knowledge poured into Cattleya's brain, regardless of whether she could bear it or not.

There is also some noise mixed in that is clearly inconsistent with other knowledge.

[Trash can, I found a golden trash can, look at its beautiful curves...]

The Hidden Sage is like a child who has obtained a favorite toy and can't wait to share his joy with all the secret peepers.

With the influx of knowledge and pollution, Cattleya's body began to mutate slightly.

The muscles of her cheeks split, the flesh inside condensing as if into eyeballs. Her ears stretched outward and expanded like trumpets.

She clenched her fists and endured it.

Her body was stubbornly repairing itself, melting the flesh and blood that looked like eyeballs, healing the ruptured muscles, and shrinking the protruding ears... Every detail was in a state of repeated sawing and tugged.

It was clear that the Hidden Sage only wanted to convey this one piece of information; the rest of the knowledge was merely incidental. After clearly conveying the information about the trash can to every mid- to high-level voyeur, the Hidden Sage left with a sense of satisfaction.

Because the amount of knowledge she possessed was much less than before, Cattleya's mind and body quickly recovered.

She looked up at the ceiling helplessly, wondering what the Hidden Sage was doing.

Just for a trash can?

Could it be that He is polluted?
(End of this chapter)