Chapter 739 A Day in the Life of Mr. Fool
Walking on the streets of Backlund, listening to the familiar cries around him, Klein's mind seemed to suddenly return to the days when he lived in Backlund, even though he had not actually lived in Backlund for a few years.
Several natural disasters occurred within a year. Due to the intervention of the Church of the Stars and the Goddess of Night, Backlund, the city of hope, did not suffer huge damage. It is still the most shining pearl in the world.
It started to rain in the sky. Klein held a black umbrella and slowly walked step by step from where Will lived to the current residence of Benson and Melissa.
Even though Benson and Melissa are married, they still live in the same house.
Benson's wife is a bank employee and a native of Loen. She is not very tall, but has a very nice and gentle personality. They met at work.
Melissa's husband, like Melissa, is a teacher. The two have known each other since they were students and got married not long after graduation.
It turned out that Benson and Melissa had been holding off, saying that they wanted to wait for him to wake up and get married in front of him. For this reason, he even appeared in Benson and Melissa's dreams to create a scene with him. Participate in the wedding.
After this, Benson and Melissa chose to get married.
He walked unhurriedly through the streets wetted by the heavy rain, climbed upstairs, and knocked politely on the door.
Benson and Melissa were still at work, and they only went home at night.
Carrying a large bag of ingredients, Klein calmly turned the door handle, walked into the house, put the ingredients in the kitchen, sat on the sofa, and stared at the clock on the wall for a while. When the time gradually passed and it was about to point to one o'clock in the afternoon, He then walked to the bathroom, smiled at himself in the mirror, and then walked four steps backward to reach the Origin Castle.
At this time, Sefirah Castle was quiet, with only the long bronze table sitting here silently. Compared to the temporary Mr. Fool and the Tarot Club members who came once every two weeks, it seemed to be the eternal owner of this place.
Boom, boom, boom.
It was the sound of Klein's fingers subconsciously tapping on the table, and the reverberation echoed in the small space wrapped in gray mist.
When he was fighting with Tianzun, even though Tianzun had the upper hand most of the time, this place was still well protected by him.
Tianzun knew about this place and had the ability to destroy it, but he never did so. For this reason, Tianzun gained the ability to occasionally go out and cause trouble. This was a tacit bottom line or agreement between the two parties.
In the battles one after another, it was difficult for him and Tianzun to completely eliminate the other. Two different consciousnesses coexisted with each other in the struggle.
Both parties spend most of their time in deep sleep. Occasionally, Tianzun wakes up and does something. Occasionally, he wakes up and gives some guidance to the Tarot Club. At the same time, he observes the daily lives of Benson and Melissa. Occasionally, he wakes up and does something. I will take a look at today's complex and ever-changing world.
Time is up.
Klein smiled and looked at the shining spots of light, waving his right hand gently while guiding everyone in the Tarot Club to arrive here.
After a brief moment of astonishment, there was Miss Justice's familiar greeting.
"Mr. Fool, good afternoon"
"Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon"
"Mr. Sun, good afternoon..."
Audrey greeted every Tarot Club member with the same voice as before.
"Mr. Fool, this is Russell's diary that I collected during this period..."
Alger was obviously excited and choked when he spoke.
"Leave it alone."
Klein looked at each Tarot Club member with gentle eyes and smiled: "Now you can enter the free chat session."
His body leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the long bronze table. The difference from before was that he was now more of a bystander than an organizer or participant.
He is also happy to be a bystander, quietly watching the growth of each Tarot Club member.
"There have been various natural disasters over the past year, and the activities of the cultists who are lurking in the dark have become more and more rampant. It is almost overwhelming and it is impossible to deal with it." Alger raised the first topic of this meeting of the Tarot Society.
"As the Doomsday Doctrine has been accepted and respected by people, the number of believers in the Church of Outer Gods has increased significantly. They are good at using external forces to enhance their strength and can easily become extraordinary. The stronger their willpower, the more devout their faith, and the more they borrow The more powerful it becomes.”
Forsi spoke in disgust: "Those failed believers often turn into all kinds of sane walking zombies, and the influence is really too bad."
"Alas, in this chaotic world, it is not easy for people to maintain good qualities such as truth, kindness and beauty. We can only do our best." Leonard said with slightly red eyes.
"It would be great if we could stop the source of natural disasters." Cattleya said with emotion.
It was only after hearing Her Lady Queen mention this matter many times that she began to suspect the source of this series of natural disasters.
Klein, who was listening quietly, tapped the table with his right index finger, which naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the Tarot Club.
He spoke slowly: "Ending the source of the natural disaster will be the most critical thing for you next."
"Is this why Mr. Fool is here this time?" Audrey had a guess.
Klein just nodded slightly, acquiescing to Audrey's guess.
"Tianzun wants to use the power of the City of Disaster to make the end come early."
"The power of the City of Disaster is spreading outwards with the Fusac Empire as the center."
"Many Outer God churches are also involved in this matter."
"You can go to Backlund to seek Will's help. He will arrange the specific things you need to deal with."
Klein told them in detail the whole story of the natural disaster and what to do next.
"Mr. Fool, we will definitely not let you down!"
"To stop the natural disaster, we must not let Tianzun's conspiracy succeed!"
"Mr. Fool, believe in us, just as we have always believed in Mr. Fool!"
The determination and faith of the Tarot Club members are unprecedentedly high.
...
After the Tarot Club meeting, Klein returned to Benson and Melissa's house, washed his hands, and then went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.
At 5:40 pm, Benson took his wife to the school to pick up Melissa and go home.
Even though they each have their own families now, this habit has not changed.
When they returned to the door of their home, they smelled the aroma of food sneaking out from the crack of the door. The familiar smell made Benson and Melissa's face change slightly, and they trembled with the key to open the door.
The door creaked open, and Benson and Melissa entered the room, looking around anxiously, but the living room was empty, without a single person. Only the dining table was filled with six delicious dishes, still emitting steam.
Came and left again.
Benson sighed in disappointment, and Melissa pulled at the corner of his clothes, shook her head first, and then smiled with satisfaction.
Benson was relieved, and greeted his wife and Melissa's husband to taste the rare food tonight.
"This is a specially prepared surprise." Benson just explained.
...
The world at night was calm and leisurely, and the evening breeze blew across the devastated land.
In the Republic of Intis, in Roselle's mansion, on the balcony on the second floor, Roselle hummed a little song and pried open a bottle of wine that had been treasured for many years.
He poured a glass for the unexpected guest tonight, and then poured himself a glass, smelled the wine, and said proudly: "It tastes good, right?"
"Not bad."
"Hehe, it's more than good, respected Mr. Fool, you probably haven't tasted such expensive wine before?"
"My start in the other world is not as good as yours."
"Of course, I am a natural noble."
Roselle's smug voice had not completely dissipated, and the gentle evening breeze around suddenly calmed down. There was an empty wine glass on the table with wine and food, and a figure wearing a complicated black dress on the seat.