If the Fool Is Willing, I Can Be on the Bottom

"Cemetery? Hmm, that was reasonable enough."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Other than a Cemetery, it was hard to imagine anywhere else having a coffin worthy of a big shot like the Fool's attention.

French Plane Tree excluded.

"Does Mr. Deliveryman agree, then?"

the Fool asked.

"I agree."

He was going grave robbing anyway. When the time came, he could simply have the gravekeeper swap the grave he intended to rob with the one designated by the Fool. Killing two birds with one stone—what could be better?

"Very well. I'll go release them now."

The Fool nodded.

"You trust me that much, Mr. Fool?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

"Words and dance moves do not lie."

The Fool spoke cryptically.

"Of course, if Mr. Deliveryman truly deceives me, it would not be difficult for me to order delivery and speak with you in person."

They paused before adding that.

"That's true enough."

Liu Zheng nodded.

For the strong in Metropolis, the price of ordering delivery was not unbearable.

"So, what was the second matter?"

the Fool asked.

"The second matter is that I met an author who wants to take you as their master."

He explained the Tentacle Monster's situation.

"Let's forget about becoming master and disciple. I'm still in the exploratory stage myself."

As expected, the Fool refused.

"However, I can have afternoon tea with them and exchange some experience."

They immediately added.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you for your support, Mr. Fool."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

"It's only a small matter. I trust that Mr. Deliveryman will not waste my goodwill."

The Fool's tone remained gentle, yet Liu Zheng seemed to feel boundless gray fog spreading toward him.

"Of course. I never waste a single bit of goodwill, nor do I indulge a single bit of malice. In our