The angel walking on the earth encountered a little accident just as he was about to start his journey. The unfamiliar hall reminded him that he seemed to have arrived in a new place. Hey, I didn't travel through time again... Klein rubbed his temples with a headache. He was ready to escape from here. The one who could transfer an angel here without knowing it was definitely not an ordinary person. However, judging by the layout of this hall, the owner here should not have any malicious intentions, which is why he is still standing here. Arrodes seemed to be dead here, silent and silent, like a real mirror. When he took out the mirror, he realized that something was wrong. The man with a bookish aura in the mirror was obviously not Merlin, but his original appearance when he came to this world Klein.
Several flashes of light appeared around him again, and a figure loomed among them. When Klein saw who it was, he almost instantly pulled his hood back on.
It's too late to run now, desperate! (Klein: expression gradually despairing jpg) Those who appeared were his acquaintances, including his siblings. Klein's face, hidden beneath his hood, revealed a wry smile. With the others, he wouldn't have needed to hide his feelings; some already. knew about it anyway. But with his siblings here, he wondered what would happen if they saw his face.
"Ding- A buzzing sound suddenly erupted from the hall, resembling a movie theater. "Now that everyone is here, let me explain the current situation," a voice, cold yet playful, echoed from nowhere. "This is a special space; you may call it what you please. Rest assured, I just have something to show you, and I have no intention of harming you. I will erase your memories after you leave."
"May I ask, is there any benefit to doing this?" Miss Justice began observing the surroundings. She noticed that almost all the Tarot Club members were present, save for Mr. World. "No, as to why, it's probably just the sadness of being an outsider." Her tone remained cold, but at the end, it took on a hint of unexplained emotion. "Please take your seats. I've prepared everything for you-please enjoy the rest of your time here." Klein sat down on a chair marked "World" in front of a table, his hand clutching a coin beneath the table. "Is this place dangerous for us?" He deliberately used the word "us." The coin flipped in the air, then landed steadily in his hand. It didn't look like a big deal. He settled into a more comfortable position. Perhaps inspired by the diviner's inspiration, he had a foreboding premonition of what was about to unfold.
The Benson siblings still looked extremely terrified, their hands tightly. clasped together, the elder brother constantly comforting his younger sister. Audrey had noticed their anomaly from the beginning, and while chatting with them, she used her abilities to soothe them. Alger, who was unsure what he was thinking, frowned, his face solemn. Renus, who sat closest to Klein, probably knew who he was and was secretly glancing at him. "Hey, old man, why is Klein wearing a hood? Gehrman looks fine." "Hey, you wanted to go on your own, Pales said, as if he had noticed something, but didn't answer. Danitz had just been bragging to the sailors on his ship, and in the blink of an eye, he was here. He was holding back his words when he saw Anderson, propping up his head and looking at him with a smile. "Oh, bragging again, huh?" "Bullshit, that's called stating the facts, stating the facts!!!"
"Knock-" A cold sound echoed from the table, shattering the lively atmosphere. Klein lowered his voice and laughed hoarsely. While he couldn't impersonate Germann for the time being, he could still mimic his voice. "Now's the time to introduce yourself," Fors immediately recognized Germann's voice. She could now fully imagine the cold, crazed grin beneath the hood. Everyone else was no exception. With the exception of the two ordinary people, almost everyone recognized the source of the voice. Some of them, already aware of the situation and having already planned this, quickly began exchanging names.
The introduction ended quickly, and at this moment, the screen, whether intentionally or not, slowly started up, and a roulette wheel appeared on the screen, and the pointer finally stopped on a certain name. When he saw the face on the screen, he finally understood where his ominous inspiration came from. Steady, steady, you have to hold on to your character, Hermann
"Klein?"
"Klein!"
It was actually him who appeared on the screen. Klein seemed to have seen the future. However, rather than revealing his dark past, he simply wanted to keep his identity a secret. If Benson and the others knew about this-
Two different voices rang out from below: Benson and Melissa. The faces of her deceased loved ones reappeared before her, and Melissa could barely contain her emotions. Her eyes seemed to fill with something at the mere sight of them. She felt someone grip her hand tightly, and only then did she manage to calm down. Leonard reluctantly looked away. He had been the one who had personally informed them of Klein's death. They must have missed him terribly. When the Captain and Klein died before him, the regret and remorse he felt nearly consumed him. If he could see the Captain and the others again, his reaction would probably be no better than theirs.
Benson was the first to calm down. He nodded to everyone who was looking at him, "Klein, he is my lost brother and Melissa's brother."
Audrey remembered something when she saw the name on the screen. It seemed Mr. World had once been called Klein by Mr. Star in the Hall of Honesty. Coupled with Leonard's reaction, she was almost certain what had happened. She turned her gaze to Mr. World, who had been silent from the beginning. However, this was not her business; Mr. World had to agree to it.
Klein's hands, hidden beneath his clothes, tightened slightly. He resolved even more resolutely not to reveal his identity here. There was no need to make Benson and the others endure the pain of separation again.
The person behind the screen seemed to be watching them as well. He stopped to wait for them to calm down, and then continued playing the video after they had recovered.
Under the crimson moonlight, a young man with numb eyes wrote his last words in a notebook "Everyone will die, including me", slowly raised the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger to his temple.
A moment later, the man collapsed on the desk stirred, stumbling to his feet. Seeing the moon, he slumped back down again. The moonlight revealed a dazed look in the young man's eyes. He quickly and methodically inspected his injuries, lost in thought. He fiddled with his pocket watch for a few moments, as if finally remembering something. He turned and spoke to his sister, who had come to inquire about the situation. In an obscure corner, a familiar symbol flickered, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Fool!
Almost all the members of the Tarot Club recognized the symbol of Mr. Fool. Could Mr. Fool have revived so early? Alger stared intently at the fleeting symbol on the screen. Did Mr. Fool possess the ability to resurrect the dead so early, or did the angel of death come to God at that time? Alger didn't dare to think about the consequences of his presumptuous thoughts if they were discovered. Praise the Fool!
Leonard hadn't expected Klein to have contact with Mr. Fool so long ago.
"Your former colleague is no ordinary person. He was targeted by a god when he was just an ordinary person."
Klein hadn't expected the person behind the screen to help him complete a part of his characterization. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about his identities as a time traveler and a fool being exposed. Being a time traveler was fine, but being a "fool" would probably mean more than just social demise. He could only hope that the people here would keep their promises and erase their memories.
Time on the screen no longer stops for them
Because of this incident, Klein eventually joined the Nighthawks, and a number of interesting incidents occurred during that time. The person behind the scenes conveniently edited a compilation of another person's mishaps. A bard who couldn't compose poetry transformed into a "wheel" the very day he gained his powers. Over a disagreement, he unbuttoned his collar and pulled another protagonist on the set, acting like a middle school kid. Leonard's face flushed crimson, and he wished he was the one wearing the hood.
Leonard: The person involved is just regretting it, madly regretting it. (Dead look in his eyes)
According to onlookers, the scene was in chaos. Danitz nearly fell off his chair from laughter. Anderson was similarly outraged. As for the specific extent of his laughter, all one can say is that he's truly formidable to have survived this long. Little Sun and Miss Justice, the few remaining figures of conscience, barely managed to hold back, their faces flushing red. The "world" even snorted coldly.
Klein genuinely didn't expect that Leonard would be the first to suffer, rather than him. With Leonard as a foreshadowing, it would have been much better if his own dark past had been aired. What does Klein's dark past have to do with my Gehrman? Klein's face was expressionless, subconsciously choosing to forget Gehrman's dark past. "Shut up, the cross-dressing assassination had nothing to do with me."
Small snippets of Klein flashed before everyone's eyes. The sudden surge of blood-red on the screen once again froze Klein's expression.
Leonard once again sensed the deep hostility towards him. "It seems. the owner here really likes you, Pales quipped in his mind. "Old man, don't be so sarcastic at a time like this!" he replied, gnashing his teeth. The Red Gloves captain, though much more mature, still found it difficult to endure such a public execution in front of his acquaintances.
His eyes on the screen were empty and without focus, as if he were a living corpse.
"Leonard, I found that there is an undecoded telegram in the captain's office. It should have been sent from the Temple before." Part-time writer Xijia Teong said.
Leonard's emerald eyes flickered, and he finally came back to life. He vaguely remembered that he had indeed heard the sound of a new telegram entering, but at that time, the battle was imminent, and neither he nor Klein had the energy to pay attention.
"What's the content?" Leonard found his voice unusually dry.
The white-haired, black-eyed lady. Siga Teon, answered without hesitation:"Be careful of Ince Zangwill, be careful of Sealed Artifact '0-08'." As if he knew something, the young Nighthawk's eyes blazed with anger as he applied to join a team called the Red Gloves. At a funeral, he carried his teammate's coffin to the grave. The scene swept across the stone tablet, revealing the young man who had appeared earlier, Klein. But the scene didn't seem to end there. Late in the night, a pale hand reached out from before the stone tablet.
The Moretti siblings stared at the scene on the screen, transfixed. Their previous sadness seemed to be swept away by a wave of ecstasy. Melissa seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Their brother might not be dead yet! Even Benson, who had been holding on from the beginning, found it difficult to control his excitement at the thought. Just as they continued to watch with hope, another shocking scene appeared on the screen.
Leonard on the screen was wearing bright red gloves, staring at the grave of his former colleague, and slowly took out his shovel.
Leonard couldn't look directly at the Moretti siblings sitting across from him. "Leonard!?" Melissa and Benson stared at him in disbelief, unable to connect him with the grieving young man who had come to announce the death. "Wait a minute, I can explain!" Leonard immediately raised his hands, indicating that he had a reason.
But the next clip left Leonard with only one sentence in his mind: "Oh no, it's over."
It's the Hall of Honesty.
"Hahaha, Klein, you've come to this day. No, what did I say..." Leonard suddenly raised his right hand and covered his mouth.
"Klein's Gehrman Sparrow persona did a great job disguising himself. Almost everyone who knew him believed him to be cold and crazy. Hehe, who would have thought..."
The whole audience fell silent instantly.
Leonard truly felt that the future of the Mystic Doll was beckoning him from afar. He could win by playing dead now.
Danitz was almost the first to react, and the most violent. He slammed the table. "Impossible! How could that lunatic who thought of cashing out people as bounties be a fake!" He'd even had his grave dug up. Did Germann seem like someone who would tolerate that? Danitz didn't even notice he'd spoken his entire mind. He believed that the person who'd listened to his final words as he lay dying, who'd then revived him and called it "politeness," was acting with absolute sincerity.
Fors's perception of Mr. Star was once again refreshed. She glanced at him with a hint of admiration. If she were in this situation, she would never dare to do it! Especially now that she knew it was the grave of the "world.* Reality was sometimes stranger than her fiction. She should just be content with being a casual novelist.
Klein, now in the center of everyone's attention, was completely dazed. He hadn't expected this video to hold a hidden agenda. On the surface, it was a historical film about Leonard, but in reality, it was just a way to expose his true colors. Perhaps he couldn't hide this time. He pulled his hood slightly, remaining motionless for a moment.
The Moretti siblings followed the crowd's gaze and turned towards him. From their eyes, they sensed a possibility they hadn't previously dared to imagine. With a hint of hope, they cautiously called out to the hooded figure:
"Klein?"
The hooded man stirred.
Klein hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted his hood. "Melissa, Benson, long time no see. The black-haired, brown-eyed young man, exuding a scholarly air, smiled gently as he looked back at his siblings. After seeing their eyes and confirming they were safe, he decided not to force his persona any longer. It was nice to relax like this once in a while, he chuckled inwardly, wondering how long it would be before he could see his siblings like this.
"Klein..." Melissa covered her mouth with a trembling hand, looking at him in disbelief. Benson stared at his brother, his eyes reddening, but he managed to curl the corners of his mouth upwards into a smile.
"I'm sorry to have caused you grief. Klein looked at his siblings, his heart filled with guilt but no regrets. The dangers of being involved with him were too numerous. Klein didn't want to lose them just like that. Klein tried to stand, but was unstopped. The host seemed to have tacitly approved of his actions. He walked over to them, knelt down, and gently stroked Melissa's hair, holding Benson's hand with his other hand. "I've always been watching over you." Melissa, always so strong, finally gave in and hugged her brother's shoulders, burying her face in his, sobbing silently. Klein felt the wetness on his shoulder and sighed softly. Benson got down from his seat and hugged his siblings tightly, resting his head against his brother's. They didn't ask Klein why he hadn't visited them in so long. For them, just seeing each other again was a miracle. After an unknown amount of time, the roulette wheel on the screen started spinning again.
*Please return to your seats. The cold voice echoed again from the hall.
"Will we meet again?" Melissa gazed at her brother as he walked away, a look of lingering anticipation. "Ah, I definitely will," Klein paused, turned sideways, and replied with a smile. Although not as Klein himself.
Audrey couldn't help but curl her lips. She still remembered the pain she'd felt when Mr. World came to see her for psychotherapy. If only Mr. World could preserve this memory. She hoped the warmth of home could bring him some comfort.
Anderson couldn't help but nudge Danitz next to him with his elbow and chuckled softly, "Gehrman's got some amazing acting skills. Even I, the former strongest hunter, couldn't tell he was pretending." After poking him for a while, he found the hunter next to him didn't react at all.
He turned around and saw that our Saint Danitz was completely dumbfounded. His face was filled with amusement, and he deliberately waved his hand in front of Danitz, only to be slapped away by him. "Oh, you're awake! I thought you were stupid." "Go away! I'm 'Flame' Danitz." In reality, he was so shocked that he almost fainted. He hadn't expected that Gehrman was pretending. He was completely playing him like a curly-haired baboon. Sooner or later, he would have Gehrman carrying his bag. He gritted his teeth and glared at Klein secretly, but Klein's inspiration caught him almost the next second. However, at the first glance of Klein, he decisively lowered his head and pretended he had done nothing. At that moment, he almost thought he was saying goodbye to his captain. The fact proved that Gehrman was still Gehrman, regardless of his appearance. (Klein:))
Under everyone's gaze, the roulette wheel finally stopped at another name: Danitz. When the needle finally pointed to his own name, Danitz desperately wanted to return to the ship. He would rather receive the captain's education than have his dark history exposed here! After all, the captain was a beauty! After all he had experienced, the only two words left in his mind were: shit.
On the screen, a man in a black robe was soliciting a gentleman-looking man.
"By the way, our captain stipulates that before recruiting new people, we must explain our program and treatment."
"Before, it was the program. Now I will talk about the treatment."
"We don't have weekly wages or annuities, but whenever we find treasure or plunder wealth, it's distributed according to status.
Normally, with a bit of luck, even the lowest-ranking sailor can get two or three hundred pounds a year. I heard that's considered middle class on land? Haha, if we can find the 'Sunken Laurel', we'll all be rich!"
Those who knew the future looked at Danitz with the eyes of a warrior.
Anderson blew a nasty whistle, and the applause in front of him was "clap clap clap", and each clap seemed to hit his heart.
Shit, he's going to teach Anderson a lesson sooner or later.
Klein watched everything unfolding on the screen with amusement. It had clearly happened only a short time ago, yet it felt like several lifetimes had passed. He always felt like an old man complaining about the changing world. He teased himself bitterly.
The crazy and stern adventurer's eyes finally fell on his suitcase and he raised his chin.
"Wash the dirty clothes inside."
Danitz, who was about to give a long speech, froze in his expression, and he wished he could burn the entire ship down.
He felt that his anger was like a gushing steam, pushing up the floodgate called reason.
Danitz opened his mouth, took a breath, then opened his mouth again and took a breath.
His flushed face softened, and he asked without a smile:
"Everything?"
Bullshit. Danitz tried to internally justify his decision, saying it was a wise one; at least it saved the captain's future. But when someone who clearly can't control their mouth sits next to you, it's clear things won't be so easy.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect a pirate like you to have a talent for being a maid. If you can't find a future as a pirate, you could try to apply for a job as a ship's maid." Anderson said, his lips curled as he mimed the movements of a maid wiping a table. "Maybe that would give you a better glimpse into your captain's private life?"
"Why would I want to get close to the captain's private life?" Danitz, whose inner thoughts were exposed by Anderson in public, wanted to strangle Anderson to death in his seat.
Someone let out a laugh. The entire room couldn't help but laugh at the two hunters. The young vampires couldn't help but burst into laughter in their seats. Even the Hermit lady's lips curled into a perfect smile.
Klein no longer needed to hide his identity. He blended into the crowd with a knowing smile. Since stepping onto the stage of fate, except for the first few months, he had rarely had such moments to completely relax and unveil himself. Such moments were rare. And he could even meet Benson and the others. He smiled and cast his gaze towards the brother and sister who were watching him.
The story continued. The mad adventurer on the screen, transformed into the red-haired Elaine, infiltrated the pirate ship and went to assassinate Vice Admiral Tracy. The screen revealed the entire incident, even showing some perspectives that Danitz could not see.
Even Danitz, seeing this scene again, would still say, "As expected of you. Although he already knew that Gehrman was just a character, some stereotypes could not be changed for some reason.
Alger, the Hanged Man, now had some understanding of why Mr. Fool had chosen The World as his favored one. The World's potential could not be concealed. Even more valuable was the World's strength and wisdom to harness that potential. Mr. Fool must have noticed this in him. Perhaps this was the difference between gods and other beings.
Cattleya pushed up her glasses, her impression of the "world" and the *fool" behind it deepening. She was even more certain that Mr. Fool's strength must be even greater than she had imagined.
At some point, the roulette wheel on the screen started spinning again and stopped at a name that seemed unfamiliar to some people: Sherlock Moriarty.
Emlyn turned sharply to look at Klein. He finally realized where the familiarity with Gehrman's current appearance came from. His hands trembled slightly as he recalled Klein's Gehrman nesting doll.
His eyes were dull as he slowly said to Klein, "Sherlock?"
"Yes, it 's me."
Facing the curious gazes of the crowd, Klein, trying to preserve his last bit of dignity, replied with a forced smile, using his clown powers. He no longer held any hope for the bottom line of this roulette wheel.
Our noble vampire count is not looking well at the moment.