Mr. A

Backlund, in a basement that resembles Temple.

Sparse candles were placed one by one on the pillars of the Temple, bringing a little light to the dark place. However, the candlelight only illuminated a very small part, and most of the Temple was still shrouded in darkness.

At the end of the candlelight, on the Temple floor, a group of people dressed in black robes knelt devoutly. The light was dim, and their faces were indistinct, only their eyes reflecting the candlelight, flickering faintly.

All those eyes were simultaneously fixed on the area in front of the basement.

There, there was a Giant statue hanging upside down. The Giant's face bore an indescribable expression of pain, and his body was covered with crisscrossing bright red bloodstains, which were slowly flowing down.

The black of the robes, the dim yellow of the candles, and the bright red of the bloodstains constituted the entire color scheme of this area.

"The will of God resides within each of us, connected to our very Spirituality."

In front of the statue stood Mr. A, draped in a black robe. He had his back to the statue and faced the crowd, preaching to them in a devout yet strange tone. At this moment, he had lowered his hood, revealing his exceptionally handsome, even somewhat feminine, face.

The people below were silent, their attention completely drawn to Mr. A. His words seemed to possess a magical power, compelling these believers to Listening and accept them unconditionally.

However, the seven Degeneration Seven Gods usurped the Lord's authority, misled humanity, and prevented them from connecting with the Primordial Creator.

At this point, Mr. A's voice carried a hint of anger and contempt, "They and their minions established a blasphemous and evil organization on earth, tempting ignorant Lamb into the Abyss."

"And you, you are blessed, for you have heard my sermons and received the Lord's love."

After his anger subsided, his tone softened, "The Lord will bear your sins and relieve you of your suffering."

People remained silent, but something seemed to have changed imperceptibly. From beneath the black robes, low murmurs arose, and something seemed to grow out of places where limbs shouldn't be, wriggling and pushing up the black cloth.

In the darkness, a Distortion emotion was brewing, and everyone felt the Great Will of the Lord.

"The Seven Gods feared the Lord, and they united to obstruct His salvation of the earth. But no matter how hard they and their minions tried, it was to no avail."

Mr. A gave a mysterious smile.

"The Lord will return."

After finishing his sermon and seeing the congregation off, Mr. A knelt alone before the statue of God. Facing the Lord and Listening His great voice, he felt supreme glory and peace. He remained in a prayerful posture for a long time without moving. Only when an attendant respectfully entered did he raise his head.

"Mr. A, it's time."

The waiter bowed and said.

"I see."

Mr. A took one last look at the statue, devoutly made the sign of the cross on his chest, then put on his hood and left the basement, walking up the stairs to the top.

At this moment, sofas, tables, chairs, and a blackboard had been set up in the lobby on the first floor, and the Beyonder Gathering that he had convened was proceeding as usual. When these people saw him enter, they all bowed their heads to him, showing expressions of awe and even fawning.

They're all ignorant fools.

Mr. A looked at these people who had never received the Lord's grace, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

If he didn't need their intelligence, he would not hesitate to control these fools, pass on the Lord's light to them, and make them the Lord's Lamb.

However, he needs to be patient until the Lord truly descends.

Mr. A walked through the crowd and sat down on a single sofa.

He spoke in a calm voice.

I have a task.

"Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'Fool'."

This was the Lord's will for him. Although his own mistake had caused the Lord's offspring to slip out of his control, the merciful Lord still accepted his repentance, continued to trust him, and gave him divine revelation. This time, he must do everything in his power to fulfill the Lord's will.

"Whoever finds these clues will receive a reward you can't even imagine!"

Beside him, two servants worked together to erect a blackboard with the Honorific Name the Fool written on it.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."

The extraordinary individuals attending the gathering read the Loenese above, each pondering the descriptions, some lost in thought, others discussing them in hushed tones with their companions.

"What an incredible description! It sounds like something out of a god!"

Someone sighed.

"Yes, by using a three-part description, without adding any subordinate elements, a connection can be established in the realm of mysticism—a privilege reserved for deities or those of equal rank!"

Another member, who was more familiar with the occult, nodded.

These people were discussing intensely, but Fors and the others present were immediately shocked.

Isn't this the Honorific Name of Mr. Fool?

How would Mr. A know this, and judging from his intentions, it seems he wants to capture Mr. Fool's followers or believers.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be startled.

Because in every sense, she is closely associated with Fool!

Fortunately, no one else knew about her and the Fool, not even the other members of the Tarot Club knew her true identity, so Mr. A probably wouldn't discover her directly.

However, this matter should be reported to Mr. Fool as soon as possible.

Beside her, Hugh was also surprised by this description, because she had seen this Honorific Name before and had even foolishly read it in Ancient Hermes Script, which led to her seeing a mysterious being in her dream. Looking back now, she was still very frightened.

The two exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's intentions—it was best not to let Mr. A know.

Although the members had a long and heated discussion, the gathering still had to continue. Everyone reported their needs and made transactions. Mr. A sat on a single sofa, supervising the transaction process, when a waiter came over, leaned down, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Suddenly, Mr. A straightened up from his previously languid sitting posture.

"Tell him to wait for me in the small room."

He said to his waiter.

The latter bowed in agreement and left immediately.

After that, Mr. A absentmindedly supervised the transaction, then left the extraordinary individuals to chat freely and quickly walked to the small room at the back.

There, a person wearing a mask and hood was already waiting.

"I really didn't expect to find a lead so quickly."

Mr. A chuckled softly, then asked the other person, "Tell me everything you know about that 'Fool.'"

Then he heard the person on the other end of the line say "Huh?" in surprise.

"The Fool? What's that?"

Mr. A's expression froze instantly, then turned angry.

Are you kidding me?

He asked casually.

"Of course not!"

The other party immediately protested, "I'm here to report on the bounty you posted! I've discovered Lanevus's whereabouts!"

"Lanevus?"

Mr. A paused, then froze.

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