Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 288 Do you know an evil god called "The Fool"?

Chapter 288 Do you know an evil god called "The Fool"?

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After a moment of silence, Emlyn retorted, "Your attempt at comforting me is worse than no comfort at all."

He paused, then suddenly called out to Klein as he packed up the two materials and prepared to leave: "Do you know an evil god called 'The Fool'?"

I know... Pah! You're the evil god, you're completely...

Klein managed to control his expression thanks to his "clown" abilities, and then said "calmly," "I know. Recently, someone in Backlund has been looking for His followers and kin, and has even offered a reward."

"What, you want to join them too?"

...I advise you to be kind, because the "Fool" himself already knows you and can retaliate precisely.

Emlyn shook his head: "Of course not, I just..."

"Just what?" Klein asked curiously.

Recalling his conversation with Marquis Nibais, Emlyn sighed and lowered his head: "I'm just hesitating whether to pray to Him, perhaps He can lift the psychological suggestion from me."

"Moreover, a high-ranking member of the vampire clan also asked me to pray to Him. This is a divine message from the progenitor, but I am still somewhat hesitant. After all, it is rumored that those who pray to evil gods do not have a good ending."

He paused, then looked at Klein and continued, "What do you know about this evil god? Do you know how much harm He can bring to his followers?"

"Is it like a hidden sage, constantly bombarding us with knowledge, or is it like a true creator, leading to moral decay and sanity gone mad?"

"Or perhaps, like the legendary 'Abyss,' it brings corruption?"

...Compared to these real evil gods and evil beings, I think I am the best god.

However, any divine pronouncements from the progenitor are definitely just some big shot in the vampire clan trying to fool you. The vampire clan certainly doesn't lack demigods, and there are even angels. How could a mere vampire like you possibly have the right to make such pronouncements?

After muttering to himself for a while, he advised the vampire who had helped him collect the materials: "You know so many evil gods, why are you still so foolish as to pray to that Fool?"

He suspected this was a test from the vampires for "The Fool." If possible, he hoped these vampires wouldn't test him, or at least they would stall for time until he became stronger before trying to test him.

After exchanging a few words with Emlin, he took his leave and returned to 15 Minsk Street.

Although he didn't understand why the vampires wanted to find "The Fool," after receiving this news from Emlyn, and feeling a sense of urgency after the joy of killing "The Apostle of Desire" and fully digesting "The Magician's" potion, he felt a sense of urgency.

After meditating and adjusting his state, he closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and then began to concoct the "Faceless Man."

Magic potion.

As each ingredient was added, a cup of dark green liquid appeared in less than half a minute.

Every now and then, a bubble the size of an eye slowly rises from this liquid, as if it has a life of its own, and it burps every few seconds.

Bubbles that float to the surface burst immediately, reflecting various colors in the process, outlining different shapes, as if facial features are randomly combined.

Clang!

He tossed a gold coin out and caught it.

After a simple divination confirmed that the potion had been successfully prepared, he drank it down without hesitation.

He suddenly froze, and the glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered with a crash.

His skin was deathly pale and almost transparent, especially his face, where even his features were almost gone, and worm-like transparent fleshy buds stretched and swayed in the cold air.

After about five or six minutes, Klein, who had finally come to his senses from the "torture," walked to the mirror, put his hand in front of his face, and wiped his face down.

When he removed his hand, he had changed his face, becoming a middle-aged man with a slightly high hairline and deep gray eyes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he was lost in thought for a moment before reaching out to wipe his face again, then switching to another face.

Emlyn, a vampire with black hair, red eyes, handsome features, slightly effeminate appearance, and undisguised arrogance between his brows, is a serious yet dashing vampire.

He raised his chin like Emlyn, naturally exuding an air of arrogance.

"It's not just their appearance, but also the unique temperament they each possess; I can easily remember and imitate that."

He muttered something in the exact same tone as Emlyn, and then reached up to wipe his face again.

The fleshy buds on his face wriggled, rapidly changing his appearance and demeanor.

Just as the transformation was about to be completed, his spiritual intuition suddenly warned him, stopping him from continuing to change into Cyril's appearance.

After the fleshy growths on his face twitched, he regained his appearance as Klein Moretti.

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"What a terrifying spiritual warning. It's as if if I become like that, I will no longer be myself."

"Does even appearance have a patent in this mysterious world?"

South of the bridge, back home, Sir Ryan was leaning back on the sofa reading today's newspaper.

Today's Tasok Daily News reported on the assassination of Duke Negan, and the authorities ultimately pinned the blame on the Aurora Society, while also taking the opportunity to strike at several of their strongholds in Backlund.

"Tsk, speaking of which, it seems the Twilight Hermits achieved their goal without paying anything in return. The Apostle of Desire—though he completed the assassination mission, he himself died, so naturally, he didn't need to give away the 'Abyss' card."

"No, we still lost a 'Hurricane Admiral'."

"But in those people's eyes, the value of 'Hurricane General' is probably less than that of the 'wriggling hunger' he wears on his hand."

As he was talking to himself, the door was suddenly opened from the outside with a bang.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Ha Wen, followed by a stranger, who wasn't entirely a stranger; the other person gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.

"Oh, you're back?"

Havin glanced at him with some surprise, then introduced him: "This is Burke Griffin, who just returned from studying at Intis and is also a lab assistant I recently recruited."

"He just came back with a lot of things, but he hasn't found a place to stay yet, so I asked him to store some of his luggage at our house temporarily. Now he's moving to the new house."

After saying that, he turned to Burke Griffin and introduced him: "This is my brother, Sirion Gray, who is rarely home."

Good evening, Mr. Griffin.

Cyril smiled and nodded at the other person, while his mind kept trying to recall the source of that sense of familiarity.

After the two left the living room, he reached into his coat pocket and took out the glass crystal ball, then performed an astrological reading.

Images flashed through his mind, but soon settled on the "craftsman" who had sold extraordinary weapons at his previous gathering.

It's him?

A Sequence 6 "mechanical expert" becomes an assistant to a Sequence 9 "generalist"... Is he doing this for a reason, or is he really in such a bad situation?

After a moment's thought, he tried again, but due to a lack of information and a suitable medium, he did not get the desired result. However, he was certain that Mr. Griffin did not seem to have any malicious intent.

Could this "mechanical expert" who returned from studying at Intis have apostasy, or is Burke Griffin just a fake identity?

While he was pondering, Havin and Burke Griffin had already come downstairs, each dragging a heavy-looking black suitcase and carrying several bulging cloth bags in their other hands.

Sirion looked at the huge pile of luggage with some surprise... Does he really deserve to be called a "mechanical expert"?

Could this house be full of experimental equipment and materials? Or did he pack up everything he could take with him when he left Intis?

He looked away and politely asked, "Do you need any help?"

Bock shook his head, slightly out of breath: "No need, I've hired a carriage, it's right outside the door."

...Then I think the horses pulling the cart might need some help.

He muttered a complaint to himself, then continued flipping through the newspaper in his hand, since he was just being polite anyway.

A few minutes later, Ha Wen returned, rubbing his sore shoulders.

Sirien flipped through the newspaper in his hand and casually asked, "Where did you find this assistant?"

"I posted a job ad on the bulletin board, and he came to me himself."

"I carefully evaluated him. He has a very good knowledge base and practical skills. There are no problems with his personality and character, so I kept him on."

Cyril nodded, then asked, "Do you know anything about his background or origins?"

Havin glanced at him with some surprise, then nodded: "Of course, I kept him here because there are no problems with any of these things."

"Did you discover something?"

Cyril shook his head slightly: "No."

After spending several quiet days in Backlund, he finally replenished the extraordinary demigod-level abilities he had previously exhausted with Bernadette.

"My luck hasn't been very good these past two days. Fortunately, Bernadette has a good temper. Even though I use my extraordinary abilities at the demigod level more than twenty times a day, she only suggests that I wait for this period of bad luck to pass."

Glug! Glug!

The clock on the wall chimed precisely on time, interrupting his mutterings.

The next second, thick gray fog and deep red, illusory light rose before his eyes, and an invisible yet powerful force pulled his spirit up rapidly.

For a moment, the deep red light before his eyes dissipated, and he saw the ancient palace that had stood unchanged since time immemorial above the gray mist.

As he looked around, "Justice" Audrey had already stood up, lifting her skirt slightly, and greeted everyone cheerfully: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny; good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man..."

After everyone had finished their greetings and salutations, "Justice" Audrey turned to "The Fool" Klein at the head of the table: "Dear Mr. Fool, I have received three pages of Roselle's diary."

This was a copy she obtained from the Psychological Alchemy Society; because it arrived so late, she only had time to memorize three pages.

"What kind of reward do you want?"

Upon hearing Mr. Fool's question, Audrey, who had already prepared her answer, immediately replied, "How about this as payment for answering my question earlier?"

She was referring to the answer she had received when she asked Mr. Fool about the assassination of Duke Negan.

...Mr. Fool advocates equivalent exchange, which is the price I have to pay for the answer to the previous question.

Anyway, the Psychological Alchemy Society has collected many more of Russell's diaries, which I can slowly memorize and exchange for more occult knowledge, secret information, or the help of "The Fool" at future gatherings.

Klein nodded calmly: "Okay."

He then helped Miss Justice materialize the three pages of her diary that she had memorized, and made the diary appear directly in her hands.

As Cyril and the others waited in silence, "The Fool" made the diary in his hand disappear, then nodded slightly to the crowd and said, "You may begin."

As soon as "The Fool" finished speaking, Cyril noticed that all the other members of the Tarot Club, except for himself, slightly changed their posture, as if preparing for their next speech.

Perhaps because their actions were so synchronized, they fell silent together briefly after realizing that everyone was about to speak.