Klein, What Do You Think of the Fool?

"Mr. A, the Aurora Order Oracle the Aurora Society, is actually hiding here, weeping and praying."

The woman in White Robe chuckled and said, "It's a great pity that the divine heir has fallen, unable to bring your master down."

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Mr. A stopped confessing and turned around.

Because of the repeated impacts to the ground, his once handsome face was ruined, his forehead a Flesh. Blood flowed down into his eyes, turning his beautiful, almost feminine eyes crimson.

What are you doing here?

Mr. A looked at the other person and said coldly.

"Of course I'm here to express my concern."

The woman in the White Robe smiled gently, her voice sweet, "After all, we are partners now, and we need each other's strength before we achieve our ultimate goal."

As she spoke, she slowly approached Mr. A.

This was an absolutely stunning woman, with a delicate and innocent face, yet every gesture she made carried an irresistible allure. Her plain white robe was unadorned, and as she slowly stepped forward, it effortlessly outlined the contours of her body, exuding a hazy and subtle, enchanting aura.

She didn't deliberately do anything seductive; she simply walked over naturally, yet it was already mesmerizing.

Unfortunately, Mr. A just stared at her with a frenzied and cold gaze, his bloodshot eyes showing not even a moment of confusion.

"If you have nothing else to say, don't bother me. I'm in a bad mood right now," he said. "Panatiya, your Demoness Sect can't even clean up its own mess, yet you have the nerve to boss me around. If you dare insult the great Lord, even if you're Sequence 4, I'll fight you to the death."

Sure enough, this stunningly beautiful woman was no ordinary person, but a demigod witch of Sequence 4.

"Don't get so angry."

The demigoddess Panatia, whom Mr. A referred to as Panatia, wasn't angry. Instead, she chuckled softly, her voice almost like a coquettish whisper, "Thanks to MI9, the Kapin case has been dealt with perfunctorily. However, the human trafficking chain has been broken, and we'll need to put in some more effort to rebuild it."

Mr. A watched her speak eloquently with indifference. After a moment, he turned around and continued to pray and repent before the statue of the True Creator.

He seemed to have no intention of paying any more attention to Panatiya.

"Don't be so cold, talk to me some more."

Panatiya, clad in White Robe, smiled and said, "I've heard that the one who Death was an extraordinary being who followed the same Pathway as you. Has a blasphemous rebel emerged among your believers?"

Mr. A ignored him and simply kept his head down in prayer.

"I have a lead on this person."

Panatiya continued, subtly throwing out an important message.

She spoke softly, but Mr. A suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?"

He turned back again.

"You probably don't know this, but actually, the murderer in the Kaping Case was also an Extraordinary being of the Secrets Suppliant Pathway."

Panatiya returned his smile with a meaningful one, and took out a small round mirror from beneath her White Robe. As she spoke, she gently brushed her finger across the surface of the mirror, and countless illusory lights immediately appeared in the Mirror, layer upon layer.

"Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, who killed Lanevus?"

Panatiya opened her rosy lips and asked the Mirror.

With her murmur, a powerful Demigod aura emanated from her. Mr. A frowned, seemingly feeling the pressure. He saw an invisible, mysterious force acting on the Mirror; the illusory light within the Mirror began to coalesce, and then—

"Click."

Suddenly, a patch of blood-red light appeared on the surface of the Mirror, and then the entire Mirror shattered in two and fell to the ground.

The Divination failed.

However, even though the Divination failed, Panatiya still smiled beautifully when she looked at Mr. A.

"When I tried to divine the culprit in the Ka Ping case before, the divination also failed. Not only that, the mirror was destroyed just like before."

She smiled and said, "Don't you think this is a coincidence?"

In the East Borough, in the Apartment rented by Luther.

"How are you feeling, Luther? Are you feeling any better?"

Klein, sporting a full beard and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, arrived at the door, carrying a stack of manuscripts.

"No, he's still going crazy."

Luther smiled, his facial expressions constantly shifting due to his mental confusion, which made Klein uneasy. "However, I've already contacted the Psychology Alchemists through some channel. They are experts in the field of mental health and should be able to help me with my treatment."

The Psychology Alchemists. Could the "channel" Luther mentioned be Miss [Justice]? After all, he saved Hugh and Fors, so it's quite reasonable for him to get to know Miss Audrey through them.

Klein thought to himself, then pushed the stack of manuscripts off the table. "Here, these Roselle's Diary I collected during this time."

These diaries are not all that he collected, but rather a selection he made. The members of the Tarot Club collected a considerable number of diaries for him from various places, and it would seem suspicious to give them all to Luther at once—it doesn't make sense for him to have collected so many diaries in such a short period of time by himself.

After filtering, the diary entries he gave to Luther mostly contained useful information. Only a few were useless, used to reduce suspicion.

Thanks.

Luther took the diary, glanced at the thickness of the pages, and was slightly surprised.

Klein is quite capable; he's collected so much.

He thought to himself.

"Um, that, Luther."

Klein looked at Luther, and after a moment, he hesitated before speaking, "Actually, I still feel a little guilty. My idea was too rash back then, and I wasn't of much help when trying to stop Lanevus later."

"I already said, there's no need to apologize."

Luther casually interrupted him, "Actually, even without you, the True Creator had no intention of letting me go."

Just as he saw in his dream, the True Creator was also on that sea, and the conflict between the two sides was bound to erupt sooner or later. Besides, Lanevus was a problem he created in the first place, and Klein was dragged into it.

"Oh, right."

He remembered something and looked at Klein, asking, "Have you researched that [Fool]?"

Klein was also present when he received the message from the True Creator that day, and he also saw the Honorific Name and description of [The Fool]. Because of the True Creator, Luther became increasingly curious about this mysterious being and wanted to consult his former colleague, since a large part of his occult knowledge had been taught to him by him.

"Fool?"

Klein's eyelids twitched slightly, but he maintained his composure with his strong ability to control his expressions. He asked curiously, "Oh, you mean that Honorific Name I saw that night? I haven't looked into it. Why?"

"I'm considering whether or not to pray to [the Fool]."

Luther said calmly.

"Ah?"

Klein paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "Why?"

"I'll just have to fight the True Creator," Luther said. "If one day I'm cornered by that evil god, I plan to call upon the [Fool] and destroy the True Creator!"

Klein fell silent after hearing this, remaining speechless for a long time.