Chapter 166 Fors: Praying to the Great Fool
The church's response was quick.
The next day, opinions on this matter were sent to the Nighthawks Team in the West District.
The superiors agreed to use fake followers of the stars to lure out the malicious people lurking in the dark, and also asked members of the Red Gloves team to cooperate with their actions, and members of the Punisher and the Heart of the Machine will also join.
Try to take advantage of this opportunity to severely crack down on those rampant elements, so as to shock the tigers and scare the monkeys.
To restore Backlund's previous calm, at least we must curb this trend of random killings.
Regarding the candidate to pretend to be a believer in the stars, Leonard, who has recently joined the Red Gloves team, is indeed a suitable choice, but his consent needs to be obtained and cannot be forced.
"I am willing to accept this task."
In this regard, Leonard, as the person involved, took on this seemingly extremely dangerous task with a serious face.
"Very good. The original intention of our Red Glove Team was to solve the difficult and extraordinary events in the church. Every team member must have the consciousness to sacrifice at any time to protect everything."
The Red Glove captain patted Leonard on the shoulder and was very satisfied with Leonard's statement.
Although it is said above that you are not allowed to force yourself, if you back down on something like this, there will always be some people who come out and gossip.
Their Red Gloves team would not allow their players to shrink back because of fear.
"Captain, I will definitely complete this mission successfully." Leonard had a bright smile on his face.
His original intention in coming to Backlund was to have a new beginning. He wanted to say goodbye to the childish, cowardly and incompetent self of the past.
He doesn't want to be a waste who needs others to save him, but becomes a hero who can protect others, like his eternal captain Dunn Smith.
After finalizing the matter, Leonard was able to come out and breathe alone.
"You really dare to take any job on yourself."
The familiar voice deep in Leonard's heart sounded again.
"Old man, don't you think it's cool to be the person who carries everyone's expectations and hopes?"
"Oh, do you think you are the Hanged Man?"
"What does this have to do with the Hanged Man?" Leonard didn't quite understand what he said.
"The stars are unknown existences. Even if their followers are really active in Backlund, they cannot be solved by a Sequence 7 like you."
"Don't worry, old man. I'm just a bait. After fishing out those people lurking in the dark, I can leave safely."
"What makes you think that if you want to kill someone, you need to show up from the shadows?"
"..."
"The water in Backlund is very, very deep. You, a Sequence 7, are like a drop of water falling into the ocean. You are not even qualified to become a wave."
Leonard was silent for a while, then laughed, "Old man, you are becoming more and more concerned about me now."
"Yes, if you die, how can I take your body?"
"Old man, I already believe that you have no ill intentions towards me..."
"It will only make you look stupider."
"..."
Leonard didn't want to talk anymore. He had been guarding against the old man in Tingen, which caused his promotion to be slow and unable to change the situation. The old man called him stupid, and he admitted it.
But now that he came to Backlund, he already believed that the old man meant no harm to him, but the old man still said he was stupid.
"Arrogant old man." Leonard finally gave this evaluation.
After relaxing, Leonard returned to the Red Glove Team and began to discuss how to play a star believer, what kind of cooperation they need, how to fish out the enemies hiding in the dark, etc.
…
Late at night, after another busy day, Klein returned to the house he rented in the Jowood District to prepare for a rest.
It is still quite a distance from the office of the West District Nighthawks Team.
Originally, he wanted to live in the West District to avoid having to travel between life and work, but after taking a look at the rents of houses near the West District, he silently left the West District and chose to come to the Jowood District.
For the same house, the rent between the two is equivalent to the difference between the second ring road and the eighth ring road, and the food is also much cheaper.
If you choose to live in the Jowood District, you can still have a slight balance in housing and meal subsidies. If you live in the West District, you will have to contribute one-third of your weekly salary.
As for the distance to work, which is a bit far, you can take a public carriage from here to the office in the West District for 4 pence, and then walk about 200 meters.
A round trip a day is only 8 pence, six days a week is exactly 4 sulers.
Apart from being a waste of time, everything is better here than in the West End.
"You still need to work hard to make money."
Klein wondered if he could save enough money for a house within half a year.
After all, it is an old tradition to buy a house, and he also wants to buy a house of his own in Backlund, the most prosperous city, preferably a single-family house with a garden.
After Benson and Melissa came to Backlund, they had a real home in Backlund.
"Half a year is a bit unrealistic."
Klein lamented the difficulty of making money and checked the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He went to the bathroom to take a bath and then went to bed to rest.
After taking a bath, before he could fall asleep, the spirit reminded him that someone was praying to the name of the Fool.
"It's so late, who could it be? Little Sun?"
Klein entered the gray fog and looked at the small sparkling light. It was not justice, the Hanged Man, or the little sun, but a complete stranger.
Strangely, only Miss Justice and the other three should know the Fool’s honorable name, right?
How could anyone else know the Fool’s honorable name and pray to the Fool at this time?
Perhaps the Fool once left traces in this world?
Klein thought about the reason why he traveled across time. Even he could buy books about the Fool's name at street stalls. It seemed normal for people in this extraordinary world to know the Fool's name.
Just like the little sun back then, his prayer also alarmed him.
Another new Tarot member?
Klein did not immediately pull this person to the gray mist. He had to observe carefully first to avoid any accidents.
He looked through the gray fog and stared at the praying figure. It was a lady. Her brows were furrowed, as if something was bothering her.
"Great Fool, Omnipotent Master of Gray Fog, O King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck, I pray that you will cast down your compassionate gaze and bring me the good luck to defeat the disease."
"Great Fool, Omnipotent Master of Gray Mist, O King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck, I need your help, your salvation, and your mercy."
"Great Fool, Omnipotent Master of Gray Fog, O King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck, only you can relieve my pain, only you can eliminate my misfortune, and only you can change my misfortune."
…
Klein listened carefully for a long time. The woman repeated these words over and over again, and she sounded very sincere.
But she looked very healthy, and she didn't have the pale complexion that a sick person should have.
Could it be that she has returned to her former glory?
Klein took another closer look and confirmed that the woman praying to him was indeed healthy and did not look like a dying person.
"Ignore it for now, maybe she just wants to use her good luck to make her life happier."
Klein ignored it and just made a small mark so that he could observe it a few more times before making a decision.
…
There was no response. It seemed that he still needed to keep up his efforts.
Forsi, who had been praying for about twenty minutes, felt a little depressed. He wondered if his acting skills were too exaggerated, causing the Fool to see the flaws?
Also, in front of such a mysterious existence, my acting skills must be very poor. I need to use a different set of words next time, and my face and clothes need to be the same.
Otherwise, the way I look now doesn't look like someone who is seriously ill and needs help.
Forsi thought for a long time, and when Xio outside started calling her, she got out of bed and left the room.
Xio said dissatisfied: "Why did you stay in the room for so long again?"
"It's okay, I was just memorizing knowledge from the book."
"Memorize knowledge?!"
Xio's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and he looked at Forsi with a look of shock, "A lazy person like you can actually endorse it diligently! The sun doesn't rise in the west either."
"Can't I be a little more diligent?"
"No, no, you are definitely not the Forsi I know!"
"..."
Forsi didn't bother to dwell on this topic with her anymore, but asked, "Did something happen when you came back suddenly?"
"Something really happened."
Xio put away the playful expression on his face and said seriously: "The Star Believers have appeared!"
"???"
Forsi's mind was filled with questions. Are there other followers of the stars in Backlund?
"It's true, I'm not kidding you."
"I just feel strange, where did you get this news?"
"Right now, word has spread in the Beyonder circle. It is said that the Nighthawks team discovered a disciple of the stars and chased and intercepted him. However, he escaped in the end and his current whereabouts are unknown."
"Is this news reliable? I always feel like something is wrong."
"Don't worry, we don't need to worry about whether it's true or false, just stay at home and be an audience."
"As long as you didn't get involved."
Forsi felt much more at ease, and was thinking whether she should report the situation to Qunxing tonight?
Whether it's the Fool or the Stars believers, things are very important.