Unfortunately, the doctor's experimental results didn't seem to be very good. He hadn't appeared at the Jester's Gathering.
After waiting for ages with no result, Cheng Shi gave up and chose another spot, plopping himself down on... Destiny's gravestone. Completely unfazed, he announced to everyone:
"Everyone's here. We can begin."
"?"
"Where are the people you were waiting for just now?" Zhen Xin asked, stunned.
"Didn't you see? He stood me up. The livestock industry in this world is just that advanced—there are always people who like to release pigeons."
"He?
"So you were only waiting for one person?
"Six were supposed to attend, but only five actually came. Cheng Shi, is this the mysterious Jester you were talking about?"
Zhen Xin was both amused and exasperated. This gathering was even smaller than the History School's Errata History Society.
Long Jing was completely dumbfounded.
By now, how could he not realize he'd been deceived? That invitation had not been written by the Dragon King at all. It had clearly been fabricated by Cheng Shi himself.
This Fate Weaver was adding weight to the gathering he was hosting today by deceiving everyone one after another. But... what did he mean, there were only six members of the Jester, and only five con men had shown up today?!
If he had known beforehand that the so-called Jester was an organization consisting of only five con men, then when he met the other Cheng Shi, he might never have believed, even at gunpoint, that those five con men could be the hope of this world.
Was this a joke?
What hope could a group of people who never spoke the truth bring?
Use lies woven into gauze to cover the wounds of this world?
What a joke. What clown behavior.
Seeing this, Long