The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

For no apparent reason, Klein felt something indescribably strange.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the newspaper on the table and walked into the bathroom.

Eh.

This tastes right.

Communicating with the crimson star through his spiritual power, his consciousness came above the gray fog and he put on the vest of The Fool with ease.

At the same time, Sharon in the private room of the Brave Bar felt her vision blurry.

The next second, she came to an extremely magnificent palace and saw the mysterious figure with gray mist surrounding him and whose face could not be seen clearly.

“He is the Fool?” Sharon thought to herself.

Without hesitation, she lifted the hem of her black skirt in a very standard manner and saluted. "Nice to meet you, great Fool. My name is Sharon."

Klein: ???

what happened.

You know my identity? All the opening remarks I prepared are useless!

He chuckled, "You know me? That's really rare."

Sharon didn't dare to look up. "The angel under your seat told me your name. He said, this is my chance."

Angel……

Jon Joestar!

Klein suddenly felt a toothache.

of course.

Given his current status, this feeling must be phantom pain.

After changing to a more relaxed posture, Klein casually asked, "Haha, what did he say?"

"He..." Sharon chose her words carefully, "He said that people like me are very suitable to be your believers."

Klein was speechless.

Although he knew that this method of recruiting people into the guild was most likely John Joestar's way of actively trying to curry favor with the "Lord of Sefirah Castle".

But the key point is, I am just a small Sequence 7, and they did this without telling me in advance. It was just a joke.

Klein chuckled, "He always comes up with something new for me...

Forget it, since you are here, it means this is your destiny.

I am a "fool" who is deeply interested in the long history. Some people like you are the guests of the party I host. They have different identities here, and you can choose one. "

After that, a stack of tarot cards appeared on the long bronze table next to Sharon.

Sharon pondered for a moment and drew out the 'Temperance' card.

Klein said, "Well, Miss Temperance, you are welcome to join us."

After saying something about the Tarot Society, Klein sent Sharon back to the real world.

With no outsiders present, he immediately returned to his original form.

"What a depressing aura. What kind of Beyonder is that lady?"

"Not low in strength, at least Sequence 5."

"What on earth is John Joestar doing? I have to give him a proper lesson at the party in a few days, otherwise..."

I thought today's events would end here.

Unexpectedly, just as Klein was about to log out, another crimson star began to twinkle.

“Come again!” Klein’s scalp tingled.

Goddess, how many people has Jon Josda fooled into believing in The Fool?

"Let's see and see..." He muttered to himself, sinking his consciousness into the stars.

But in a bedroom, a young woman with curly brown hair was praying with a pale face.

Klein asked in surprise, "Ms. Fors?"

This is a bit of a dilemma.

To be fair, he had a good impression of Fors.

And judging from the other party's appearance, he was obviously affected by external forces and was on the verge of losing control.

Klein sighed.

Forget it.

There is already a new member tonight, so it doesn’t matter if there is one more Miss Fors.

Communicate with the Crimson Star through the power of the gray mist.

The influence of Mr. Men on Fors disappeared instantly.

Like Sharon, her consciousness came to the mysterious palace.

Next, similar rhetoric and similar process.

Finally, Xianyu left the gray fog with the code name "Magician".

“Huh~” Klein let out a long breath.

I don’t know why, but the influence of Miss Fors’s moonlit mumblings is particularly severe tonight. If it weren’t for this, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to pray to The Fool…

At the same time, somewhere in the starry sky.

"Give me a few more. You're so stingy. Amon gave me all the Time Worms in pieces." Jon said as he used transparent threads to pull the worms from Mr. Men's body.

Mr. Men wants to cry but has no tears.

Under the shock of his mind, the second personality that had been gradually suppressed showed signs of loosening.

He was only in a daze for a moment, and the second personality that was created by the pollution started to act up again, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Ugh.

I hope it will not affect the future generations in his hometown.

"I don't know if anyone heard the information about 'Tingen' that was delivered last time, and whether the clone sent by the Star Evil God was eliminated." Mr. Men sighed in his heart.

Today, He is still extremely melancholy.

Chapter 432 Taking Over the Aurora Club

Time flies, and it's Monday again.

The streets were covered with frost and dew in the early morning.

"Have you noticed that the fog has been getting thicker recently?" Jon sniffed and spoke casually.

Klein, who was wearing a vest, heard this and said helplessly, "This is Backlund's characteristic, isn't it?"

"Numbness is the breeding ground for death. Fate indicates that something bad is happening." Jon's expression slightly restrained, "I think we should be prepared."

Klein, who had not taken it seriously at first, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this.

He knew that the intuition of Beyonders on the 'Monster' path was often extremely sharp, not to mention that behind John Joestar stood a 'Star Evil God' who was suspected of holding the power of fate.

“So, Backlund is not a safe place. Should I find an opportunity to escape?” Klein thought to himself.

But he soon gave up on the idea.

What are you slipping away for?

No prospects!

He is an official member of the Church of Night. Whenever he is in trouble, he can just turn to the goddess for help.

If even the goddess can't solve it...

Well, then I can run away with a clear conscience.

Seeing that no one was around, Klein deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "What exactly is that 'bad thing' you mentioned?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Matters of this level have nothing to do with you. If there is any real action to be taken, it can only be taken by that adult himself."

Jon smiled and said, "My friend, don't say I didn't remind you. I have recently recruited a group of high-quality believers for Him. I'm afraid your status as a follower is not so stable."

Hearing this, three black lines appeared on Klein's forehead unconsciously.

Sorry ~

The gods are me, and the ones who are favored by them are me.

Everything is me.

What you're imagining may not be true at all.

As they approached their destination, the two men's conversation attitudes gradually changed.

Jon smiled slightly, "Mr. Sherlock, I don't think I have yet to congratulate you on officially becoming a 'Listener'."

Klein quickly got into the mood, his lips tightly pursed, his expression grim. But if you look closely, you'll see a hint of madness suppressed deep in his eyes.

He raised his hat slightly, smiled very restrainedly and said, "It is my honor to be able to listen to the gospel of the Lord at any time."

Jon shrugged noncommittally.

While talking, the two walked into the villa.

Klein took Jon with ease to find the owner of this place, Mr. A, the head of the Backlund Aurora Society.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Joestar." Mr. A said with a gentle expression, "Let me introduce myself. I am the Lord's missionary. You can call me Mr. A."

"Hello." Jon's attitude was indifferent.

Mr. A didn't care and focused his attention on Klein.

Silently feeling the aura emanating from the other party, he nodded with satisfaction, "Sherlock, I was right about you. To be able to make further progress in such a short period of time shows that you have indeed received the grace of the Lord."

Hearing this, Klein bowed his head humbly and said, "Praise be to Allah."

Mr. A has everything, "Praise the Lord."

Although Jon looked expressionless, the soul of a funny person in his heart was burning.

Wow, he pretends really well, worthy of being the 'Lord of Vests', his acting skills are only inferior to mine, Qiao.

After giving his usual praise to the "True Creator", Mr. A extended his hand and invited him, "Mr. Joestar, I have heard of you for a long time. Come, please take a seat."

Jon had no objection and sat down on the leather sofa.

Mr. A was not in a hurry to get to the point, but instead said to Klein, "Sherlock, there is nothing for you to do here for the time being."

Klein was stunned for a moment, but still said nothing and turned to leave the living room.

Mr. A poured tea for Jon himself, "Mr. Joestar, let me make it clear, I hope you can join us and return to the Lord's arms."

Since they wanted to recruit Sherlock Moriarty into the society and train him as a backbone, they naturally had to investigate the interpersonal relationships around him.

When Mr. A saw that Sherlock Moriarty was actually close to Backlund's famous "Wild Beyonder" John Joestar, he had the idea of ​​bringing him into the Aurora Society.

Different approaches?

It doesn’t matter, the Lord doesn’t care.

Jon smiled and said, "Mr. A, you are not the first person who has tried to pull me into the Extraordinary Organization, and I don't think you will be the last."

After a moment's silence, he continued, "To be honest, I am not a believer in any god, but a follower of fate itself. However, I have great respect for the Creator."

As he spoke, he drew a horizontal and a vertical line on his chest, forming a clear inverted cross.

When Mr. A saw this, the smile on his face became more sincere.

But he still refused to let Jon go, and said in a deep voice: "The Lord has borne a heavy fate for the world. Is this not enough to bring you back to His arms?"

Jon didn't respond, and abruptly talked about another matter, "Mr. A, how much do you know about the angels serving the Creator?"

As he finished speaking, the expression on Mr. A's face suddenly became extremely ferocious, and the skin all over his body was churning back and forth, as if something was about to break out of his body.

"Those... shameful traitors!" He gritted his teeth, obviously knowing the truth.