Chapter 563: The Fool's "Blessing"

"As long as you can confirm her location, you can receive 1,000 pounds!

This is the first time I've seen such a mission!" On the street outside

the Amyris Leaf Bar, Danitz rubbed his hands together with a hint of

excitement. He clenched his fists and hit the tall iron-black gas

lamppost, yearning to immediately wander around the city and find the

red-haired woman named Helene.

To him, 1,000 pounds wasn't a small sum. It was enough to add one more

house to his line of properties in Bayam. It just wouldn't be located in

the most prosperous and valuable districts.

The Elf Flying Carpet he had previously obtained was only around two to

three thousand pounds, and this was the reward he had gained from

fighting dangerous fellows such as Steel Maveti and Blood Brambles

Hendry. It was completely incomparable to the easy mission of finding

someone.

Klein, who was walking ahead, held a package wrapped in newspaper. They

were the charm materials which had cost him fifteen pounds. He slowed

his pace a little, glanced at Danitz, and spoke without expression,

"5,500 pounds."

"..."

Danitz's excitement froze on his face.

Only then did he remember an important problem. In the eyes of the other

pirates and adventurers, he was as "attractive" as red-haired Helene.

They didn't need to fight him. Once they recognized him, they could

report his identity to the military, the Church, or the police, and they

would receive a reward worth more than 1,000 pounds. After all, he was

already a great pirate worth 5,500 pounds.

Searching for red-haired Helene would be equivalent to a lady with a

nice figure and good looks entering the Red Theater for entertainment.

Dog... sh\t...* Danitz spat out a single word, his face grim,

as he stretched out the middle consonant.

At the same time, he automatically pulled down his cap even lower.

Klein, who had poured cold water on Danitz, resumed his normal walking

speed and considered the question of finding the red-haired Helene.

The lack of a medium and the necessary information had made it difficult

for him to use divination, so he had to consider other methods.

*Activate my underlings to do an investigation of the entire city? This

is something that can only be done by the Church, the military, and the

police. Even the local gangs would find it difficult to accomplish...

Wait, I think I can...*

*I'm now Sea God Kalvetua. My believers are all across Bayam and Blue

Mountain Island. I just need to make an announcement, no---a revelation

to all my believers, and I can get them to search for red-haired

Helene... But would this damage my standing? To do something like that

for 1,000 pounds, even a god wants some face...*

*If I were the real Sea God, I wouldn't care about this. However, I'm

now acting as Kalvetua. I have to maintain the dignity of a god as best

as I can.*

*Back when Kalvetua was on the verge of collapse, it didn't even

broadcast a revelation when it was urgently trying to find Leticia and

her subordinates. Instead, it only gave orders to his worshipers in the

upper echelons... I can change its commandments as part of

reconstructing an image, but I can't appear too low-class... Well, that

should also be a requirement of true acting.*

*It would be difficult to organize an investigation just by giving

Kalat, Edmonton, and the others a revelation. Furthermore, they would

definitely magnify the severity of the issue and cause a huge commotion.

It would only make things more difficult to deal with later.*

*There's another solution. I can throw the radio transceiver above the

gray fog and attempt to contact the magic mirror, Arrodes. I'll ask him

about red-haired Helene's location. I have to be careful about this. I

need to prepare ahead of time and confirm it via divination. I don't

want to receive strange telegrams from the True Creator or the

Primordial Demoness. Even a glance at it would probably make me go

mad.*

Having quickly come up with ideas, Klein boarded a rental carriage

parked at the corner of the street. Danitz pressed his cap and followed

closely behind.

Returning to the Wind of Azure Inn, Klein took off his hat and coat

while saying to Danitz, "If your captain contacts you through a dream,

ask for information about red-haired Helene."

"She probably doesn't know. Otherwise, I would've known this red-haired

Helene." Danitz grinned. "I don't know who's looking for her, to be

willing to pay a thousand pounds."

His thoughts were whirling, imagining a love story akin to the ones

Emperor Roselle had penned.

Klein glanced at him and casually mentioned, "I'll do the monitoring

tonight."

"You're doing it?" Danitz snapped out of his fantasies, wondering if he

had heard wrongly.

"Yes." Klein nodded.

*Gehrman Sparrow realizes that I'm too exhausted? Although this fellow

is a little crazy, he's still a good person at heart. He had actually

decided to risk his life to save those people when we were at Bansy

Harbor for reasons that couldn't be considered good...* Danitz

sighed to himself.

Carrying the radio transceiver and its relevant parts, Klein went into

the bedroom, locked the door, and threw them above the gray fog with a

sacrificial ritual.

After doing all of this, he was in no hurry to leave the towering

palace. He waved his hand, and the Sea God Scepter flew out from the

junk pile. He scanned through the prayers of different people and

gathered experience on how people had multiple facades.

In the process, he would occasionally respond, like a child who still

had great interest in a new toy.

As Klein's browsing drew to a close, ripples of light began to form

around the seat of The Fool.

Someone is praying to me, to The Fool and not to Sea God...

Klein raised his eyebrows and emanated his spirituality, scanning the

scene within the rippling light.

Enmat Harbor, in a room with closed curtains.

Dressed in a classic black robe, Ed Sheeran resisted the impulse in his

heart and said to the sweet, young girl, Denise, "The gift of god is in

our bodies, but if we want to obtain it, we must have a teacher guide it

out.

"Your soul is pure and beloved by the gods. I will personally guide you.

In the process, no matter what happens, you must trust me and listen to

me.

"Before that, do you have any questions?"

Ed Sheeran was a swindler. His specialty was to establish a cult to

cheat others for money and sex. He would then decisively flee before it

reached a certain scale that would garner attention from the police.

This time, he had come from Backlund, disguised as one of The Fool's

Blessed that many gangsters in the capital were looking for. He had also

developed a batch of believers in his target group.

He falsely claimed that The Fool was the incarnation of the Lord of the

Storms and that he would come to save the faithful during the

apocalypse. This was a secret that could not be widely publicized and

could only be spread in secret; otherwise, it would attract the

attention of the gods of the other Churches. Only those who were chosen

would be able to believe in The Fool in advance and be the first batch

of the redeemed.

To make himself appear more persuasive, he spent a lot of money in

Backlund, buying a piece of paper with the honorific name of The Fool

written on it.

As for what was on the piece of paper, his comment was: "It looks like

it's real."

Denise asked with both fear and anticipation, "Lord Adorer, why didn't

we get a response when we read the honorific name of God? Aren't we

Blessed who have been selected and should bathe in God's grace?"

I'll immediately give you God's grace... Ed Sheeran took a

deep breath and suppressed the tantalizing images in his mind.

"Two reasons. First, you haven't discovered the grace of God which is

hidden in your body. I will help you complete that later.

"Second, you are not devout enough. Don't argue, I can see right through

you.

"After you do all of this, you will be able to recite the honorific name

of God and receive a response, just like me."

Under Denise's idolizing and curious gaze, Ed Sheeran picked up a pen on

the table beside her and scribbled a line of words.

It was the Hermes language used for a sacrificial offering.

In order to make the scam a success, Ed Sheeran had acquired a lot of

religious knowledge and even went to a university's Department of

History to sit in on archeology courses.

Holding the paper in front of Denise, he proudly recited the words he

had written in Hermes, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."

Following that, with half-closed eyes and open arms, he said dreamily,

"I feel the blessings of God."

At this moment, a streak of silver lightning descended from the sky and

landed right on Ed Sheeran's head.

With a sizzling sound, the tiny electric bolts snaking across his body

scurried. With God's blessing, he fell to the ground and his body

quickly charred while his muscles twitched violently.

After a few seconds, he stopped all movement, including breathing as

Denise exclaimed, "Lord Ed Sheeran is indeed God's Blessed."

Denise finally sensed that something wasn't right. She stepped forward

carefully, lifted her skirt and knelt down, placing her finger to the

tip of Ed Sheeran's nose.

He... he's dead... He's dead! Denise jerked back and fell to

the ground in terror.

She burst into tears and stumbled out of the room, heading for the

nearby police station.

Atop the gray fog, Klein silently retracted the Sea God Scepter.

*You actually dared to use my name to cheat others of their wealth and

sully women...* The corner of his mouth twitched, wishing he

could give another bolt of lightning to that man named Ed Sheeran.

This was called a corpse mutilation.

*The girl would probably call the police, right? This kind of case would

inevitably be referred to a corresponding Beyonder team. I wonder if it

will be the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery

Hivemind... After what Mr. A has done, my reputation as The Fool isn't

small in Backlund. Perhaps I already have a dossier in the official

organizations. Well, maybe they'll put everything together and hand it

over to the Red Gloves or something similar for handling...*

Klein's past identity and insight as a Nighthawk had allowed him to

consider the possible future developments.

However, he quickly put this matter to the back of his mind, because no

matter what, they wouldn't be able to detect that it was him.

Klein threw the Sea God Scepter back into the junk pile, ready to return

to the real world.

Suddenly, one of the dark red stars that were quietly floating in the

boundless gray fog had lit up all of a sudden, emitting a light that was

as bright as water!

It swelled and shrunk repeatedly in an abnormally conspicuous manner.

This was a crimson star that didn't belong to any member of the Tarot

Club.

*What a busy day today... Who could it be? Like Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged

Man, and Little Sun, someone is relying on a certain object to connect

with the gray fog?* Klein's spirituality spread out as he

thought. He didn't respond and only observed.

Author's Notes:

2018 is over, let's make a brief summary.

For an author, the happiest and most satisfying thing is that I still

have the confidence and passion to create better works. I can also find

deficiencies in my writing and come up with some good solutions. For

example, I used to be good at repeatedly asking questions and writing

big climax, but I didn't adopt similar writing methods. This is

self-restraint. The second is the against my own worldview limitation.

Too eruptive emotion is more disobedient. Therefore, I hope that in my

next work after the Lord of Mysteries, I can find a good way

to combine the explosive style of repeatedly inquiry and calm objective

depiction.

Lord of Mysteries was post in April. Nine months have passed

since that day and a total of 1.798 million words have been written.

Let's round it up to 200,000 words per month. Not much, but it's better

to be stable and have a long history. I am not a quick-witted, nor

younger and active thinking writer. I need a lot of time to conceive

every chapter. I often write two chapters every day till I don't have

time to rest and read, the three chapters are even more difficult.

Besides, I'm still in the process of fitness and so on, there are only a

few more chapters.

In this case, the first thing I want to ensure is the quality. People

gather because the good book, not the other way. Before starting the

books, I talked with some friends about writing fantasy stories with a

bit of English flavor. Their reactions are all very consistent. That is,

it is very difficult and almost impossible to sell film and television

copyright, almost impossible, and that is a lot of money. I like money,

and I think everyone like it, except for Father Ma. However as an

author, what I hope is to create the story I want to express. Because

the quality is good, so I can make a fortune, instead of creating a

profitable story. The positioning and relationship can never be

reversed.

I'm very happy. Since I began the Lord of Mysteries, I've been

liked by everyone. I have been loved by more and more people. And I can

make some money. This is the best condition.

By the way, on the last day of 2018, we reached the achievement of

competing for supremacy in a hundred leagues. In fact, I have never

considered this matter and have never called for it. It happened

naturally, because of the mystery, well, it's pretty good. That's the

logic I want.

Thank you to every leader, every friend who gave a reward, subscribed,

and because of your enthusiastic voting, Klein is the most popular

character of 2018!

At that time, when the moderators asked me what to fight for, my first

reaction was to fight for the Writer Chart. Later, under their

supervision, they studied the chart and decided to fight for the

Character Chart. This is a fierce friend in front of me. If I fight for

the Writer Chart, it would be a big burden and cost a lot of money.

Second, my research found that the Character Chart is actually more

affordable than the Writer Chart. The Writer Chart also has a golden

keyboard, while the Character Chart has a separate screen

recommendation, which is equivalent to a big push, I am such an

affordable person.

Well, it's 2019, today I want to be three more, thank the allies, thank

the voting friends, thank you for the subscription, and at the same

time, ask for the next month's ticket, give me your guarantee. The

higher the monthly ticket position, the more recommended Good, the more

affordable, As Klein's parents of clothing and food, I think everyone

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