chsdbacks Chapter 302 I Stand at the End of Time
Chapter 302 I Stand at the End of Time
Chapter 302 I Stand at the End of Time
The tarot session is about to end.
Mr. Fool hesitated whether to keep the Angel behind for a private talk. Although the evidence was still insufficient, as a diviner who believed in intuition, he always had various doubts. As the deep red light gradually faded and he was left alone in the ancient palace, he still had not made a decision.
This wasn't because he was indecisive, but because if the guess was true, the gap between the two sides was too large.
He could make fun of Huang's dark history when reading Rosell's diary, but if he really went back to the most glorious era of Emperor Rosell, even with the identity of being from the same hometown, he still couldn't cross that barrier.
The same applies now. The "Fool" might still maintain his composure before an "Old God," but if he were to personally reveal his true identity as the "Fool," he would be just an ordinary Sequence 6, unable to even return to his greatest backer, the Church of the Night. He would only be able to discuss the bonds of kinship with an Elf King who once ruled this world...
Hey~
Klein sighed. He looked at the Book of Calamities on the table, feeling increasingly uneasy. He threw the book into the pile of junk, used the power of the gray fog space to suppress it, and then began to review all his experiences from Tingen to the present.
After leaving Tingen, the obvious feeling of being manipulated under Ince Zangwell's influence was gone.
However, this does not rule out the possibility that the other party's methods are more sophisticated.
It's been a long time since I set foot in Backlund until I arrived at the Rothschild Islands. It seems there's no such coincidence.
Even in the worst-case scenario, there's no need for the other party to forcibly intervene or manipulate him, since his strongest equipment right now is sponsored by Mr. Angel.
Klein glanced at the Staff of Life in the pile of junk, and sighed again, but he still made a decision in his heart: no matter what, the Fool's disguise must not be exposed. As long as he is not exposed, he is still the Fool.
It's just a code name. He has never claimed to be a god. Don't all members of the Tarot Club have a code name?
So it doesn't really matter, right?
The real world.
Xia Er opened his eyes. During the Tarot meeting, he had also noticed the Fool's unusual behavior.
Although he had the ability to make the fool continue to ignore these things, it would require long-term hypnosis and deception, and he had no grudge against Klein, so there was no need for him to play with his mind like that.
"Serving the Fool" can be considered as playing the role of a mysterious servant in the Fool's Path Sequence 1 in advance, "fooling the Fool", which seems to have no effect.
"Whatever he thinks of, based on his current understanding, it is all acceptable."
Xia Er shook his head slightly, picked up a book from the bookshelf, and waited for night to fall.
Upon seeing the condition of "Sea God" Kavituwa, Xia'er could confirm that the elves were doing well in this era.
Even a domesticated sea serpent, ignoring external forces, can fight the orthodox sea king of the Storm Church to a standstill.
"It's getting more and more chaotic."
As the crimson moonlight spilled onto the sea, Chael closed the book in his hand. His figure blurred, and through the ocean of collective subconsciousness, he arrived at the waters near the island of Dirinius, where the Golden Dream, returning from the island of Sonia, was temporarily anchored.
In the captain's cabin of the Iceberg Admiral, Edwina, dressed in a conservative lady's nightgown, put down the book in her hand. She did not show much dissatisfaction or surprise at Xia Er's sudden appearance in the room, and her beautiful eyes remained mainly rational.
"This is a book from the Fourth Age."
"Souvenirs"
Xia Er placed the book in his hand on the table and said.
Edwina's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she politely asked Chael, "Is there something you need?"
"I would like to take a look at your collection."
Xia Er glanced briefly at the pajama version of Edwina, not looking at it much, but still gave it a compliment.
"sure."
"I'd be happy to, but I didn't expect you to come over at night."
Edwina smiled. She enjoys opening her collection to knowledgeable people, appreciating it together, and sharing the story behind each piece.
"It might be a bit more troublesome during the day. Don't let my appearance fool you, I really might throw your crew into the sea."
Chael cracked her knuckles. Even though bullying ordinary people was a bit shameful, kicking the lovestruck guys on the Golden Dream into the sea was quite fun. Was Edwina really that good? Chael couldn't empathize; maybe it was because they were at sea.
He wasn't afraid to approach the Iceberg General; he was one of his own.
He casually glanced at Edwina and asked, "Are you back to pick up Danitz?"
"That's part of the reason."
"German wants to meet with me, and I will come regularly to sell some goods."
Edwina led Chael onto the deck, pointing to the cabins below, and said, "We have some cooperation with the resistance forces in the Roside Islands and will provide them with some assistance in the form of food and cloth."
"Hmm, I didn't smell any faint gunpowder in the air."
Xia Er impolitely exposed her, but Edwina just took it as a joke.
As long as the Roseside Islands remain under the control of the Church of Storms, food, cloth, and weapons will continue to be sent from other parts of the Northern Continent.
The intelligent and beautiful pirate general looked at Xia'er curiously and said, "Señor sent word that he's willing to pay 5000 pounds for the key that belonged to the giant that I discovered earlier. Are you here for this key too?"
"No, the value of a key depends on what it can open. It has different values in the eyes of different people. However, it's not hard to sell. If someone wants to buy it, you can raise the price a bit more."
Xia Er denied it.
He thought that Klein should pay for it later.
Money only feels like money when it's in Klein's hands; Chael isn't as happy spending it on his own.
As the two walked up the steps, the sailors patrolling along the way would only smile foolishly and glance at Edwina a few more times, completely unaware that Xia Er was talking to their captain beside her. The psychological invisibility was always so useful, which made Edwina unable to help but ask him for advice.
Xia Er didn't hold back and gave a simple explanation of the relevant knowledge. Edwina learned quickly, and the simulated ability, although not completely invisible, was enough to draw the attention of ordinary sailors to her face instead of her conservative nightgown.
Upon entering the collection room, Edwina lit a lamp and said quite openly, "These are proof of our treasure hunt results. You are free to look at them. If you like anything, I can consider giving it to you."
Chael nodded in response. He looked at the book on the table, bound in parchment, with a line of Old Fussac English on its dark brown cover: "The Travels of Grossell".
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