Should He Pray to the Fool?

Looking at the symbols and descriptions that belonged to him on the ground, Klein's mind was filled with a turbulent mix of emotions and thoughts.

Oh no! The True Creator's followers in Backlund are coming to find me!

The thought that Mr. A, the Shepherd who killed the ambassador, was about to become his enemy made Klein somewhat uneasy.

But after thinking about it for a moment, he calmed down.

The True Creator commanded Mr. A and his companions to find the believers and followers of the Fool. However, He could not have imagined that the true believers and followers of the Fool were none other than Mr. Fool himself.

Having figured these things out, Klein felt much more at ease.

The only problem is that Fors and Audrey are in Backlund, and might come into contact with Mr. A. I can mention it at the Tarot Club to let them be careful. Remember to use a nonchalant tone, like, "That Degeneration Creator is more capable than I thought; He discovered my chosen ones are in Backlund. Just be careful in general, and don't worry about it."

As Klein pondered this, he pretended to study the Scarlet Letter. After a moment, he looked up at Luther and said, "I've never seen this description before. It doesn't belong to any evil god or True God I know, or any other neutral being."

"I see."

Luther nodded without much expectation.

His curiosity about the Fool stemmed primarily from the command of the True Creator. From His babbling, Luther could sense a certain intense emotion. Although the True Creator was usually quite mad, this particular babbling contained an obvious hatred and urgency.

In other words, this mysterious Fool may very well be an opposing force to the True Creator.

"Perhaps I should try praying to [the Fool]."

After studying the corresponding symbols and descriptions for a while, Luther suddenly spoke.

"Ah?"

Klein was taken aback. "This... is a bit too sudden, isn't it?"

Although he had considered bringing Luther into the Tarot Club, his plan was to gradually guide Luther to relevant information when he was confident in controlling the situation, and then slowly lower his guard and establish a connection with the Fool.

To everyone's surprise, Luther received the Honorific Name so readily and immediately decided to pray to the Fool!

He didn't even hesitate!

Aren't you worried that this so-called Fool will have a negative impact on you?

Klein asked Consciousness.

"I feel it's fine. You see, the three descriptions of this Honorific Name don't have the Distortion, insane, and malicious feel of an evil god."

Luther pointed to the blood-written words, "Which actually made him appear restrained and reserved. He didn't flaunt his power, but he was very confident in his authority."

As a "Secrets Suppliant" who has prayed to many evil gods, he is well-qualified to speak on this matter.

Hmm. That's because Mr. Fool himself is only a Sequence 7 Beyonder, even lower than you.

Klein listened to Luther studying the Honorific Name he had fabricated, feeling extremely awkward and uncomfortable. He forced himself to endure it for a moment, then quickly changed the subject, "Even so, I think you should still be cautious."

"I will."

Luther chuckled to himself.

Fortunately, he possessed the protective spirit of the Phantom Tide within him. Even if the Fool truly harbored malice and unleashed his influence after the shout, he could withstand it with the help of the Tide.

"The Beyonder Pathway I'm on is so deeply influenced by the True Creator that perhaps connecting with beings hostile to Him can offset some of the influence and allow me to recover my sanity more quickly."

As he spoke, Luther lightly tapped his hand, and the blood on the ground began to move, quickly gathering into a ball, which was then burned away by the flames he summoned. Theoretically, this blood could be recycled. However, after rolling around on the dirty ground of the East Borough for so long, the thought of it returning to his body just didn't feel right.

"Okay, then be careful."

Since Luther was so serious, Klein naturally couldn't say anything more and just nodded slightly.

He began to ponder how he should respond if Luther really prayed to him. However, Luther possessed that special sound of Tide; could he successfully answer his prayer?

Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts. They reached the street corner and flagged down a carriage. Klein wanted to return to the Cherwood Borough, while Luther chose to walk back to his residence on another street.

See you in a few days then.

Klein said goodbye to him, got into his carriage, and left.

Luther watched as the other party's carriage gradually disappeared into the distance.

Suddenly, at the edge of his vision, Ms. M's silhouette reappeared. Crimson Moonlight streamed through her full, mature body as she raised her hand, pointing in the direction where Klein's carriage had gone.

"What do you mean? Are you saying Klein is suspicious?"

Luther asked casually.

Ms. M did not speak, but simply smiled. The cold night wind blew her pure white robe, and her golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"They're pulling this trick on me again."

Luther sneered, "Don't think I completely trust you."

Of course, he had his doubts about Klein. The fact that the other party had come back from the dead did seem rather strange. Moreover, Klein's behavior when he saw the blood-written words was also somewhat unusual— Luther was not unaware of this.

I hope this fellow countryman of mine won't become my enemy.

Luther thought to himself, then looked at Ms. M, "Alright, now disappear."

"Brush."

With a flick of his right hand, he produced a red dagger from who-knows-where. He stepped forward and thrust his right hand forward, the crimson blade, as red as congealed blood, piercing through Ms. M's soft, warm body.

"Puff!"

Ms. M's face immediately showed a distressed expression, but she still did not make a sound or attack Luther. Instead, she reached out her hands and gently hugged Luther.

The night was cold and lonely, but Ms. M's embrace brought him some warmth.

Like a cup of mead soaked in venom.

Luther was slightly taken aback.

But before he could react, that warmth vanished along with Ms. M herself.

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Luther remained silent, standing there expressionless for a moment, then turned and walked into the depths of the dark and cold street.

That night, inside the Roselle Memorial Exhibition venue.

"I love Emperor Roselle so much, can I see him up close?"

Audrey's face showed a suitable expression of curiosity as she spoke to the guide.

"Sure."

The guide smiled and opened the glass door of the display case for her.

Although according to regulations, cultural relics should not be touched directly like this, the person in question is the daughter of the Earl Hall, a woman of noble status and illustrious family background, so the rules had to give way. Moreover, this was during closing hours, so no one would pursue the matter.

So Audrey readily complied, stepping into the display case and looking around. Then, using her golden retriever Susie as cover, she quietly probed one of the bookmarks.

The bookmark emitted a strange resistance, proving that it was no ordinary bookmark.

There was indeed a problem.

In this way, I can reply to Mr. Fool's followers.

Audrey's smile remained unchanged, but she was secretly delighted.

After touring the entire exhibition, she immediately seized an opportunity to offer a prayer to Mr. Fool and report the situation.