Chapter 329 When Mr. Fool draws the Fool card

Chapter 329 When Mr. Fool draws the Fool card

Backlund.

It had been a long time since Will had entered Hastur's dream through the paper cranes.

"You started sleeping during the day. Did you encounter any emergency?"

Will was wearing an Intis-style casual outfit, and he looked a little taller than when Hastur left Backlund.

"You're the one who's going to be in trouble."

"Hehe, as long as you don't bother me, I won't have any trouble."

Hasta raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yeah, then I won't bother you. I wish you good luck in the future."

"Wait." Will hurriedly stopped in front of Hastur, with a flattering smile on his face, "We haven't contacted for a long time, so stay and chat for a few more words."

"Then let's talk about what new ice cream Backlund has recently."

"..."

Will sighed and said, "I'm still a child, do you have to compete with me?"

"Tsk, we're all old things who have lived for who knows how many years."

Hasta teased and told Will that Ouroboros was on his way to Backlund, and specifically told him that Ouroboros was sure that he was hiding in Backlund.

Will frowned and complained, "Did you sell me to that stupid snake?"

"Aren't you in touch with other people besides me?"

Hasta didn't make it too clear.

"Alas, he is the one with a rough fate, how come it is implicated to me." Will's young face sighed like an 80-year-old man, "I have to play hide-and-seek with that stupid snake again, so annoying."

Seeing that Will didn't care much, Hasta ended the dream.

In the Hall of Stars, Hasta began to think about how to deal with Klein.

Now that Ouroboros is heading to Backlund, it is a good opportunity to let Klein go.

It's just that before letting him go, he can chat with him for a while and warn him so that he will be more careful in the future.

If he didn't happen to meet me this time, Klein would either die at the hands of Ouroboros or Mr. A.

If this is the case, I don't know whether the Lord of Mystery will wake up directly from Klein's body or put a new test subject from Sefirah Castle again.

…

At night, the sky was full of stars.

The waves that had been surging during the day had gradually subsided, and it was quiet and gentle.

Klein sat at the stern, resisting hunger, holding a fishing rod and looking at the buoy on the sea.

I don’t know if it’s the bait, but the fish just won’t take the bait.

If no more fish take the bait, he will have to go hungry for another day.

Since boarding this ship, Mr. A has been guarding the cabin door every day to prevent him from sneaking in, and he also doesn’t allow him to leave the stern and out of sight.

At first, he thought it was a good thing, at least his life was a little guaranteed.

But Mr. A ignored him, let alone preparing food for him.

He didn’t dare to go into the gray fog in front of Mr. A to ask Miss Justice to bring him delicious food.

He could only carefully pick up the fishing rod next to him and try to maintain his basic food needs by fishing.

But the fish just wouldn’t take the bait.

In his previous life, he often saw the fisherman’s empty talk on some social networks, and he didn’t expect that he would become a qualified airman one day.

Mr. A, who was guarding the cabin door, opened and closed his eyes, glanced at Klein, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

People who can't survive with their own skills deserve to starve.

During the time he was on the boat, he basically ate once every few days. He only needed some fish blood to maintain his daily consumption.

Fishing was simple for him. He used his own meat as bait and could easily catch a big fish weighing more than ten kilograms.

They eat their own meat and drink their blood. This is fair.

Plop!

The sound of falling into the water came suddenly. Mr. A glanced at the stern again. Klein, who was still fishing, was gone at this moment.

He didn't get up to look for him, nor did he care whether Klein escaped at this time.

Stupid and incompetent people are not worth surviving.

This sea area is listed as a restricted area that cannot be approached, and basically no ships will pass by.

Wanting to leave by swimming is undoubtedly a way to death.

After several minutes, the sound of something falling on the deck came from the stern.

It was Klein who threw a seven or eight kilogram fish onto the deck while being wet all over.

He took a deep breath, used the paper left on the deck as a knife, cut open the fish's belly, emptied out the liver and other things, rinsed it with seawater in the barrel, and then cut the fish into thin sashimi.

Unfortunately, there was no mustard or soy sauce, so he had to make do with it.

Klein sighed, glanced at Mr. A who was still staring at this place, and turned his back to slowly enjoy his late dinner.

Late at night, the cold wind on the sea was mixed with moisture, so that the clothes were not dry yet. Klein, who was curled up behind the mast, sneezed several times.

In the battle with Mr. A, he was affected by the opponent's disease ability. His body was weak, and now with the sea breeze, his body could not hold on for long.

His head was dizzy, his nose was blocked, and his whole body was cold and wet. He could only generate some heat by shaking his body muscles.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the cabin that could shelter from the wind and rain, but even Mr. A could only guard outside the door, so he was not qualified to go in to rest, even though there were many rooms on the ship.

After looking for a while, he shifted his gaze to the starry sky above his head.

It was rare tonight that there were no dark clouds, and the stars in the sky were particularly bright. Even without the crimson moon, they could still illuminate the entire starry sky.

In the starlight, the mysterious man seen during the day appeared again.

Klein shuddered all over, and his mind immediately became much clearer.

But he did not make a sound to disturb him.

The starlight was bright but not dazzling, and it sprinkled on the man, holy and majestic.

Evil God? The real creator?

Can this really match?

Klein sighed in his heart, and then immediately suppressed this idea. Everyone knows that this kind of evil god is the best at hiding his true appearance, and always appears in a more convincing and friendly image.

The figure seemed to notice his gaze and slowly descended on the deck.

Mr. A, who had been guarding outside the door, immediately became alert and came to the side, looking ready to be dispatched at any time.

"I have a deck of tarot cards here. Do you want to try your own fate?"

Hasta said, and twenty-two tarot cards covered the front and floated in the air in a circle.

No, I don't want to at all.

Klein subconsciously wanted to refuse. He still remembered that when he first came to this world, he had done a tarot divination, and he drew the Fool card. Later, he did have endless struggles with the Fool card.

If he drew the Fool card in front of this mysterious man, would He see that he was the mysterious Fool?

But when he met the mysterious man's eyes, Klein knew that he would definitely not escape this disaster tonight. He could only grit his teeth and get up, take a few steps closer, and bite the bullet and Mr. A each drew a tarot card.

Without any surprise, the card he drew was the Fool card!

Klein's head was buzzing, and he unconsciously licked his dry lips, and his face instantly became much paler.

This was in sharp contrast to Mr. A who drew the Hanged Man card and was happy and excited.

"The Hanged Man, sacrifice and burden, you are a devout believer."

Hasta reaffirmed Mr. A's faith, which made Mr. A tremble with excitement.

Then, Hasta cast his eyes on Klein, who looked a little dazed, glanced at the Fool card in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "The Fool, a new beginning, a new journey."

Klein's body was stiff, and every pore exuded a biting cold.

I don't know if it was his illusion just now, when the other party read the word Fool, it seemed that he paused deliberately before continuing.

Could it be that He has seen through his hidden true identity?

Want to escape!

This is the only thought in Klein's mind at the moment, but he clearly understands that unless the other party lets him go, he will never be able to leave the ship.

He could only force a smile and said: "It's a very good card, I like it very much."

Hasta didn't say anything else, put away the twenty-two tarot cards and disappeared.

Let's stop here for the matter of stripping the vest. If we continue to talk about it, Klein probably feels like committing suicide.

Let's leave Mr. Fool with one last fig leaf.

Mr. A also left and continued to guard the cabin door.

Klein walked back to his original position with his almost unconscious legs and sighed heavily.

This was really exciting, and his little heart couldn't bear it.

If it happened one or two more times, he felt that his heart would break because it couldn't bear the pressure.

...

On the fourth day of Klein's life on the ship, his whole body became weaker and weaker, and rest and food were constantly destroying his body.

That afternoon, a ship happened to pass by in the nearby sea. Klein's eyes suddenly lit up and he subconsciously glanced at Mr. A.

The other party didn't kill him, and took him away from the deserted island. It should be intentional to help him.

"You must always remember that this is the Lord's gift to you."

After saying that, Mr. A drove Klein off the ship and let him leave on the ship.