fynovel Chapter 189 The joy of investing is going all in!
Chapter 189 The joy of investing is going all in!
Chapter 189 The joy of investing is going all in!
Cyril glanced around, then rose from his chair and bowed to the figure at the head of the table shrouded in gray mist:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly, then asked directly, "Where did you go before?"
When he heard Cyril's prayers earlier, he was dealing with the problem of "The Sun" Derrick. After the problem was resolved, he found that he could no longer contact Cyril.
He almost thought that his slow response had caused the first loss of members in the Tarot Club, and he felt guilty and remorseful.
Fortunately, a divination later revealed that Cyril was still alive, but was trapped in some kind of predicament.
He then remained above the gray fog, watching the crimson star that represented Cyril. Before long, the star, which had turned gray, lit up again, and he responded and made contact immediately.
Faced with the Fool's blunt question, Cyril hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell the whole story:
"I am in the ossuary of Adam, which may be the prototype of God's kingdom. It is very strange and can separate the astral plane from the spiritual plane."
"There, Adam and Amon had a battle, or perhaps a test, and eventually they reached some kind of agreement: Amon left and would not return to Backlund for some time."
"However, this could also be a scam, where I send you false information."
...Backlund also has Amon?!
Klein was so surprised that he failed to control his facial expression, but because he was covered by gray mist, he did not let Cyril notice the problem.
Taking a deep breath to calm his racing thoughts and quickened heartbeat, he began to reconsider his question about Amon:
So Amon targeted two members of the Tarot Club at the same time, and on two separate continents, the Forsaken Land and the Northern Continent.
Such methods are truly befitting of the King of Angels.
What's even more worrying is that Amon seems to be coming for me, or perhaps he's aiming for this space above the gray fog.
As his thoughts drifted, he turned his gaze to Sirien. He still knew too little about him, both about Amon and about the space above the gray fog.
...But how can I ask without leaving a trace?
It's alright regarding Amon, but as for this space above the gray fog, we can't very well ask "The Fool" or "The World" about it; it wouldn't be appropriate for either of them.
I should have known better than to let the identity of "World" become a follower of "Fool"... Or, should I just create another account?
Seeing that "The Fool" had not responded, and because of the gray fog blocking the view, Cyril couldn't tell if he was thinking or simply didn't know what to say, so he could only continue recounting his experiences that day:
"I used the false image of the 'Lord of Storms' summoned from the scroll to draw the gaze of the true 'Lord of Storms,' and upon seeing Amon, unleashed divine punishment, annihilating most of Amon's clones within Backlund."
"However, because I summoned false images of the 'Lord of Storms' twice in a row, I am now being targeted by the 'Lord of Storms,' which may cause some trouble when facing the Church of Storms in the future."
"Adam advised me that in this matter, we could seek a balance between the 'Goddess of Night' and the 'God of Steam and Machinery.' Mr. 'Fool,' what do you think?"
...Me? Do you want my advice, or do you want my protection?
I can still think about the former, but as for the latter, I can only suggest waiting to die.
After mentally grumbling a few times, Klein felt his heavy mood ease somewhat, and then spoke:
"Feasible suggestions."
As for how it would work, I have no idea.
After a brief silence, Sirion continued:
"After escaping the wrath of the 'Lord of Storms,' I was dragged to the Church of Bones by Adam, and Amon's true form arrived shortly afterward."
"After that, I fell into a dream woven by Adam. I couldn't be sure if those things were true or false, and I didn't know what they were talking about. When I came out of the dream, Amon greeted me and then left."
At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein tapped the edge of the table with his finger and asked casually:
Do you think they're deliberately putting on a show for you?
"I don't know." Sirion shook his head honestly, then paused briefly before adding:
"I had that suspicion, but I also thought they wouldn't go so far as to act against me; there was no need for that."
Klein tapped the edge of the table twice, neither confirming nor denying, then asked in return:
Why wouldn't it be necessary?
"You're special, aren't you?"
Cyril suddenly froze. He felt that what Klein said made a lot of sense, but psychologically he was instinctively unwilling to think about it in detail.
...psychological suggestion?
He took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and turned to look at the "Fool" at the head of the table. With some difficulty, yet with utmost seriousness, he said:
"Perhaps I've been influenced by suggestion, Mr. 'Fool.' From now on, I may visit your divine realm every now and then."
Are you sorting through your memories and thoughts?
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly: "Okay."
Having received the Fool's approval, Cyril let out a soft breath, then leaned back in his chair, rubbing his brow with one hand, lost in thought:
Should I remind Klein that Adam and Amon have most likely joined forces ahead of schedule, which puts him in a dangerous position?
The period before he becomes an angel is the best time for Amon to seize the "Source Castle".
The original Adam could repeatedly ignore and spare Klein for the sake of the first blasphemous tablet in the Giants' Court, but I am not afraid of the pollution of the "Chaos Sea," so Klein's specialness is no longer irreplaceable.
Although he and "Goddess of the Night" probably reached some agreements, aren't agreements meant to be torn up?
On the other side, Klein, the "Fool" at the head of the table, also lowered his eyes and fell into thought... How should he reasonably ask about Amon's information and why he was being targeted?
After a few dozen seconds of silence, Cyril suddenly turned his head to look at the "Fool" Klein at the head of the table.
The latter, sensing something, looked up, cast a glance at me, and said with a smile:
"What are you trying to say?"
Cyril grinned, snapped his fingers, and shouted:
"I think the greatest joy in investing is going all in!"
"...Hmm?" Klein looked at Cyril in confusion. For a moment, he wondered if the other had been driven mad by Amon and withdrew his hand. Cyril met the hesitant, silent gaze of "The Fool" Klein and said seriously:
"Amon's real target should be you, and Adam will help him in this matter."
After a brief pause, he continued, "So, can we be a little more open with each other?"
"Mr. 'The Fool,' or Mr. 'The World'? Or perhaps you prefer the title of Detective Sherlock?"
Klein: (°口；) ...Huh?!
Klein was momentarily stunned, not understanding why the topic had suddenly jumped to his face.
Faced with Cyril's direct gaze, he suddenly felt a surge of panic, tension, and helplessness, along with a sense of shame and a barely perceptible feeling of relief.
It felt as if a group of little people were fighting inside his head, and instead of a clear winner, they had turned his head into a complete mess.
At that moment, Klein felt as if his brain had become an overloaded computer, unable to keep up.
Thoughts of avoidance, skipping, acknowledging, and misinterpreting popped into his mind one after another, arguing back and forth.
As he pondered how to answer the question, Sirion spoke again:
"You hesitated."
"I..." Klein opened his mouth, but found himself unable to refute. After hesitating for two seconds, he simply gave up.
Why do you think that?
Cyril pointed to his eyes and said calmly:
"I told you before that I could see the thick gray mist around you, and at that time I thought you were a follower of Mr. 'The Fool,' and you didn't deny it."
"But later I met Father Utravsky in the Harvest Church; he was a chosen one of Mother Earth."
"In comparison, I can naturally see your specialness; that level of gray mist aura has already surpassed the scope of those favored by the gods."
Klein tried to struggle a bit: "Perhaps it's just that I've shown more favor to 'the world'?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "That level of favor is no longer that of a divinely favored being. If I had to describe it, I would say it's a vessel bestowed by the gods."
"A divine incarnation, that would be more accurate."
"Furthermore, I can also see the gray mist aura clinging to myself, which is much fainter than that on you, but precisely because of this, it is closer to the divine favor that Father Utravsky possesses."