Chapter 91: Finding the Fool

Chapter 91: Finding the Fool

Chapter 91: Finding the Fool

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In Queens, in a house that was not very inconspicuous here, the gathering of extraordinary persons convened by Mr. A was going on as scheduled.

Forsi and Xio changed their attire, accompanied Viscount Graylint who put on an iron black mask into the hall, and found a random place to sit down.

Before the party officially started, Viscount Graylint wrote his needs to the waiter and prayed to the goddess, hoping that someone would respond later.

Forsi was as lazy as usual, and rarely wore a hood, covering his face with shadows.

She was thinking about Mr. Lawrence. The old man who was suspected to be from the Abraham family passed away in the hotel, leaving behind a small "diamond" and a special notebook, asking her to give these relics to others. As for what the "diamond" the size of an eye was, she knew very well that it was the extraordinary characteristic left by the other party, but she could not confirm what sequence it belonged to for the time being.

Fors flipped through the notebook and found that many pages were blank. The parts with content were filled with all kinds of strange, weird, mysterious symbols and magical signs, which were completely beyond Fors' knowledge.

It doesn't matter what it is. What matters is that I have to keep my promise... Fors warned herself.

At this time, Mr. A, who was sitting on the single sofa and wearing an exaggerated hood, spoke hoarsely: "I have a mission."

"Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'Fool'."

Huh? Fors suddenly came back to his senses from his thoughts.

"Fool?" The extraordinary people who attended Mr. A's party either chewed on this word by themselves, or whispered with their companions, discussing whether they had met people with similar beliefs.

At this time, Mr. A asked the waiter next to him to hold up a blackboard with a few lines of words written in Loen:

“A fool who is not of this age;
“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

As everyone examined the blackboard, Mr. A said in a hoarse voice that made people feel uncomfortable:

"Don't read the above content in Hermetic. Giant, Elf, Dragon, and Ancient Hermetic are even worse. You can't even use them to write corresponding descriptions, otherwise terrible things will most likely happen.

"Help me find those who believe in The Fool. Of course, they may also be following the Mysterious Lord Above the Gray Mist or the Yellow and Black King Who Controls Good Luck. If you get any clues, tell me immediately. The reward I give will be more generous than you can imagine!"

"This description... sounds like a very extraordinary existence. I've only seen similar titles in the classics of the Seven Gods!" a party member exclaimed.

His companion shook his head and said: "Many cult objects will have similar descriptions."

"Is it really a cult?" other party members blurted out in astonishment when they heard their discussion.

"It should be. Generally speaking, the spiritual creatures we summon may have three descriptions like this, but one of them must be 'the favor of so-and-so' or something like 'something that belongs exclusively to so-and-so'. It won't be in this form!" A party member who is well versed in mysticism gave the theory.

A fool who does not belong to this era... Isn't this the description I saw on that piece of paper? I even dreamed of an evil spirit!" At the same time, Xio also remembered the incident that made her feel frightened, but her long experience as a bounty hunter prevented her from revealing anything abnormal.

While they were talking passionately, Fors was completely stunned.

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At night, just as he was about to go to bed, Klein once again came to the gray fog.

He was feeling a little sleepy, but was immediately awakened by the news told by Miss Magician.

“Does Aurora know about The Fool? Does it know my honorable name? Has the True Creator targeted me?” Klein sat up straight suddenly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He quickly denied the last guess. If the "real creator" had really targeted him, Mr. A would have come to collect the copper pennies in the gas meter long ago, and there might even be a saint who came.

In other words, they only knew "The Fool" and the corresponding honorific name, and knew that the clue was in Backlund... Who leaked the news? Klein frowned and thought carefully.

Soon, he found a possibility:
Only the little "Sun" has recited my honorific name recently. He held a sacrificial ceremony. There should be symbols corresponding to "The Fool" at the scene, and there should be an ancient palace above the gray fog... Therefore, the "True Creator" has noticed the existence of "The Fool" and is sure that I am the one who blasphemed, no, harassed, no, spied on Him before...

Also, the little "Sun" was using the "All Black Eyes" at the time, which contained the spiritual pollution of the "True Creator"... Through this, "He" made it clear that my followers or believers were haunting Backlund?
You can’t take the “All Black Eyes” out anymore!
And, what on earth was Mr. A thinking by openly looking for followers of The Fool in a not-so-private setting? Was he fishing for them? Of course, there was a best way to deal with Mr. A, and that was to report him immediately, report Mr. A, report the illegal assembly! But this would definitely involve other innocent Beyonders, and Mr. A could also check for suspicious individuals based on the reported gathering participants. Judging from the attitude of the Aurora Club lunatics who would rather kill the wrong person than let him go, I'm afraid that reporting this move would be exactly what they wanted... Klein pondered for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind -

Why was he thinking so hard about countermeasures? There was no such thing as a "fool" or his followers in this world!
There is only one "Fool", his followers, and his followers, and that is Klein himself!

There are only a few members of the Tarot Club. Whether Mr. A and Aurora will find any clues... There is nothing to worry about.

The only problem is... the feeling of being watched by an evil god like a thorn in the back is... very unpleasant...

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, then calmed down and responded to Fowles calmly:

"do not mind."

After receiving this reassuring answer, the anxious Fores was obviously relieved. Afterwards, she reported to the Fool about the Abraham family's contact with her, and also received an answer.

After the conversation ended, Klein sat at the top of the long mottled table, looking at the thick pile of cash in front of him and carefully counted it several times.

"Maria's 2230 pounds came at the right time. The same thing happened with Kapin's performance. Although it wasn't great, it was a successful magic show in the end... I now have 6 pounds, which is enough to buy a Sequence 1500 Beyonder material in full, and I still have several hundred pounds left. Of course, pounds is just the bottom line. The actual transaction is often much more expensive than this..."

"Where else can you get money these days? Once the bicycle patent comes down, you're selling a portion of your shares?"

"By the way, the Beyonder characteristics of Werewolf cannot be sold in Backlund for the time being, so as to avoid being discovered by the High-Sequence Masters of the Rose School. But at the next gathering, let the World come forward and entrust Mr. Hanged Man to sell this item in the Sonia Sea, and use the corresponding commission as compensation.

"After deducting all expenses, the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic can bring me at least 1000 pounds. Who knows, it might be enough to buy two Sequence 6 Beyonder materials."

Klein quickly came up with an idea, and his heart was at ease. After thinking about the relevant matters of advancing to Sequence 6 in the gray fog for a while, he returned to the real world.

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Except for the smell of lemon in the mansion when Amon complained, "Why does that magician come to Sefirah Castle all the time?", Edward's life was peaceful and it was a peaceful day like any other.

Riel came once before lunch. He was angry but dared not say anything about being reduced to a free messenger for the Angel of Temperance. Then he curled up on the blanket in the living room obediently. Amon curiously touched him all over.

What he brought today was not a text message, but a more detailed diary that filled more than one page.

Richard briefly reported his actions in the past few days at sea in his log, and quietly hinted whether he could send him some more money. He reported on the pirate team "Blue Avengers" he found in Bayam. The captain was a Sequence 7 navigator. Their ship was a very interesting ghost ship with a unique pattern arrangement of the Tudor Empire and excellent self-repair ability, which was enough to gain a place in the museum. Richard was very satisfied with this ship and felt that he would definitely be able to find the "Abyss" and successfully complete the task assigned by the teacher.

Wednesday—tomorrow is when they go out to sea.

Richard was looking forward to this voyage because he had never been on a real long voyage before.

The log section was over, and next, a slip of paper torn from a small notebook was pinned with a paper clip. On it was the charge for various materials. Not only did it express that he absolutely had no intention of secretly misappropriating experimental funds, it also implicitly hinted whether the funds could be reimbursed.

"Tell Him to stop hinting at us in such cunning ways. We can repay Him after we find the abyss." Edward said to Riel.

The demon cat, which was sometimes deformed and sometimes twisted in Amon's hands, dared not move or struggle, and nodded repeatedly.

Edward finished reading the reimbursement application and the bill, turned to the back, and found that the handwriting was very fresh, probably written yesterday.

In this section, Richard enthusiastically mentioned a farmer named "Frank Lee", emphasizing his outstanding creative thinking and his highly personal planting experiments... When he saw "Frank tried to crossbreed cows and wheat so that cows could grow out of the ground", the declining king was startled by the clone's shocked thoughts, cast his gaze, and slowly typed a "?" in his mind after reading it.

Looking further down, he saw that the whimsical farmer was also trying to breed fish whose blood was red wine. Edward could not help but put down the letter paper, took off his glasses, covered his eyes with his hands, and fell into dark and deep thought.

"This isn't right."

To the equally silent declining king He said, “Aren’t these ideas a little too advanced?”

The Declined King silently put down the newspaper in his hand, recalled what he had just seen, and thought for a few seconds.

"Compared to this..."

The Outer God said: "I am more concerned about how this farmer made the soil have the nutrition of breast milk, or how he made the red wine have the ability to carry oxygen, if this kind of fish can really survive successfully."

"I don't think it's possible." Edward put on his glasses again and read the passage again. "Richard has never seen a living fish of this kind, and the hybridization of cows with wheat has also failed. Even if Beyonder abilities have completely departed from the biological theories of the old days, this kind of thing is not something a low-sequence farmer can do."

"Well...if he is promoted to a demigod, able to give life and create races, then maybe it's possible."

The Outer God sneered: "Yes, as long as the extraordinary ability is strong enough, there is no point in researching it."

Receiving the disdain conveyed in the emotion, Edward also raised the corners of his mouth.

"I think we can just take a look at the situation and kill time." After all, it's really boring.

The Decayed King replied: "If he can hold on."

"Doesn't the Pilgrimage Sect have a saint? I remember that when he was in the middle sequence, he spent more than fifty years studying hybrid breeding, trying to increase the production of grains and fruits and vegetables. Richard came to report to us and took away some old knowledge to help him. In the end, more than fifty years of hard work was not as good as a blessing from the Harvest Priest of the Church of Mother Earth."

"Then he obediently ascended to demigod status. His jurisdiction is still far away from Feynapotter."

Edward couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He didn't have facial recognition, but he remembered that high-spirited young man - because he was the first human to seek knowledge about plants from him. Although it was passed on by Richard, the Abyss Angel took a look from afar out of curiosity. He spent most of an ordinary person's life doing research, and finally achieved results when he was old.

Later, in Richard's report, he seemed to have gone to Feynaport with his proud research results and seeds. Due to the existence of the Church of Mother Earth, the higher education institutions there were extremely advanced in the research of biology and botany, surpassing any other country. And then... then there was no follow-up report. Only fifty or sixty years ago, Richard mentioned in his report directly to Him that he had exchanged a drop of blood for the other party's research results, and allowed him to complete the promotion ceremony of Sequence 4 of the "Mystery Peeper" path, completely analyzing the blood of mythical creatures and becoming a demigod.

Working day and night for most of a lifetime, the initial desire born in famine, the obsession that has always been there, just after more than 50 years of hard work, just seeing a little encouraging result, I was told that it was meaningless.

...Fate, power, so cruel.

The research results of this secret peeper were not completely useless. His experimental records and preserved seeds are still shining and heating on the plantations and manors of the Pilgrims Sect, feeding many people with self-sufficiency and saving a lot of money on buying food.

Because the pilgrim sect does not have, and cannot afford, a harvest priest.

"So it can't be said to be completely useless, right?"

The Outer God said, "It just doesn't make sense in this world."

With these words, they ended their communication.

The decadent king returned to his deep consciousness. Edward put the letter aside and thought about his reply. He planned to ask about the rumors about the abyss in his reply and let him collect more on the sea. He also told Richard not to ask for money in such a cunning way. If he failed, he would pay for it himself.

It was already 3:30 in the afternoon and lunch time was over. The demon servants brought desserts and drinks, and the mythical creatures in the mansion began to have afternoon tea happily.

TBC
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The "ancestor" mentioned by Frank in the previous chapter, one of the two saints of the Pilgrimage Sect, who jumped from the Moss Ascetic Order and is the head of Lundberg.

Sequence 3 of the Secret Peeper Path, Master of Prophecy, Pereas Lange.

(End of this chapter)