The Great Emperor's luck was indeed a bit bad. Perhaps his early life was too smooth, and all the waves of fate were concentrated in the later stages of his life. Klein nodded understandingly, sighing softly in his heart.
Roselle glanced at the figure shrouded in Gray Fog, who looked quite leisurely, and chuckled, "Do you think this style of using rules and twisting rules has the demeanor of a High-Sequence Marauder?"
I hadn't thought of that at all. My understanding of the Marauder is still limited to Amon and the Old Man parasitic on Leonard. As thoughts swirled, Klein nodded slightly and mused, "Indeed."
Roselle leaned back slightly against the chair, resting his right elbow on the armrest, in a posture of serious thought and analysis, saying, "This idea came from Leyton, you should know him. The fake identity he uses when active outside is Al Tines. That identity of his is too fake; if it weren't for the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, anyone could easily find out his true identity with a little investigation."
"The Mystery Pryer is also a Pathway good at learning. Compared to the Reader, they can better represent knowledge and are closer to knowledge itself."
"That guy must have had too much contact with Amon, analyzing and learning a lot of knowledge from him, and picking up some habits of that brat."
Brat. As the child of the Ancient Sun God, Amon is, to some extent, indeed like the neighbor's brat, except this brat holds too much malice towards me and could take my life at any moment.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Klein changed the subject, "Why did you want to see me?"
Roselle paused, a smile spreading across his face, his two neatly trimmed mustaches wiggling along with it. He said calmly, "I'm curious about the fellow countryman who can understand my diary, and at the same time, I want to verify a conjecture of mine: whether The Fool's Blessed Bernadette met is equivalent to The Fool himself."
Klein was stunned. He hadn't expected how his identity was exposed… Was it a deduction based on the information obtained from Bernadette?
"It seems I guessed correctly."
Roselle watched Klein, who was shrouded in Gray Fog, chuckled, and then said, "I also have a request: don't translate those diaries for Bernadette, especially the ones where I record daily life. If she proposes conditions you cannot refuse, you can selectively translate the hints I left for later generations."
"Oh, and don't let Cattleya know too much about the diary content. This Beyonder world is too fantastical. I just slept, and when I woke up, Bernadette had an adopted daughter, instantly promoting me to a grandpa."
Great Emperor, even without counting the time you were suspended above the Gray Fog, you are already a few hundred years old. Being a grandpa is already quite young. Klein inwardly complained, then nodded gently, "Understood."
Roselle nodded to Klein in thanks, "Thank you very much. I hope you can understand the difficulties of an old father."
Klein leaned back leisurely in the high-backed chair, his thoughts unconsciously drifting. Roselle the Great Emperor in this state seemed to have a younger mindset, without the composure of his later diaries, nor the deeply Concealment madness.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein discussed some questions about transmigration with Roselle until the spiritual intuition of his body in reality was triggered. Only then did he end his conversation with Roselle and leave the Gray Fog.
After pulling open the curtains on the wall to restore brightness to the room, he walked to the door, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.
Leyton stood neatly at the doorway, looking at him, followed by Bugs Bunny and two cats. He was startled for a moment, subconsciously touched his face, and only relaxed when he didn't feel any protruding flesh buds.
Leyton pointed to the two Artisan cats wearing the same semi-tall silk top hats as Bugs Bunny and said calmly, "They want to meet the crazy adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow."
Klein looked down at the two somewhat plump orange and calico cats standing at his feet. Meeting their adoring gazes, he unconsciously looked away and hesitated, "I wanted to ask before, why does Bugs Bunny mimic Gehrman Sparrow? What do you usually teach it?"
"I think I know the answer to that question."
Leonard, wearing a black trench coat and a pair of red leather gloves, walked out of the room across the hall. As he spoke, he held up several magazine-like books.
On the exquisite covers were several eye-catching Dutanese words: Gehrman Sparrow's Grand Adventure.
"The Grand Adventure series, one of the best-selling novels here. There are even different language versions, making it convenient for people living in different linguistic environments to read."
"However, I prefer the Black Forest Fairy Tale series. The stories inside are absurd and bizarre enough, written with rich imagination, fantasy, and exaggeration, suitable for Readers of all ages."
Leonard spoke voluminously, like an art connoisseur.
Leyton turned his head to glance at Leonard, not exposing his borrowed critiques from others. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Klein, "Do I need to pay you royalties?"
"Yes..." Klein nodded calmly.
Leyton was startled, then chuckled, "I thought you'd be polite. I was already ready to agree."
"Grand Adventurers also need money." Klein suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and casually asked, "What is the Black Forest Fairy Tale series? The Little Match Girl?"
Leyton shook his head and said calmly, "The Little Girl Who Sold Nukes."
"Just kidding, that's another chapter."
"If you're curious about these, you can get them from Bugs Bunny's room. It has the complete set of books."
"It's lunchtime now. I'm here to invite you all to the dining room."
"Okay."
"No problem."
Klein and Leonard each responded.
Leyton nodded gently and turned to walk towards the staircase with Bugs Bunny and the two Artisan cats.
After enjoying lunch together, Leonard and Klein both took their leave, with only Anderson choosing to stay in Paz River Valley.
Facing Klein's questioning gaze, Anderson shrugged, saying indifferently, "I still have something on me that can attract High-Sequence Beyonders of the Hunter Pathway. Before resolving this hidden danger, I don't plan to leave here easily."
Klein, who had returned to his Gehrman Sparrow appearance, nodded slightly in understanding. Then, led by Bugs Bunny, he and Leonard left the manor together.
Patting his already full stomach, Anderson leaned back lazily in the wooden chair and casually asked, "Can you predict where I can obtain the Iron-Blooded Knight potion formula?"
"Tomorrow's gathering."
"...Huh?" Anderson was startled, somewhat incredulous. Then he connected some dots and quickly regained his composure, exclaiming, "No wonder I felt it was familiar; so we're all on the same boat! Is the Hermit Admiral of Stars Cattleya?"
Anderson waited with excited and anxious anticipation until the next day. He lay in the armchair by the window, occasionally glancing at the wall clock, which he had set to Backlund time.
As the hour hand pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, a dense Gray Fog suddenly surged before his eyes, and crimson light rose from the Gray Fog, engulfing his entire vision.
When he came to his senses, he was already inside the magnificent and ancient palace above the Gray Fog. Before he could survey his surroundings, he noticed that there was an additional member beside him.
Black hair, greenish eyes, a slightly awkward sitting posture, and like me, usually a casual person, a little familiar, I should have seen him. Anderson observed the new member sitting next to him, comparing him one by one with the people he knew in his mind.
Soon, he locked onto his target: the Beyonder who had cooperated with him against Ince Zangwill before. His name seemed to be Leonard Mitchell, a Nighthawk from the Church of the Evernight Goddess!
Anderson's heart uncontrollably beat faster twice. He felt as if he had discovered some hidden secrets beneath the calm surface. Was this a Concealment collaboration between Mr. Fool and the Evernight Goddess? Or was Mr. Fool cultivating an undercover agent?
On the right side of the long bronze table, Justice Audrey, who was just about to rise and bow, also noticed the newly joined Leonard and simultaneously detected the emotional changes Anderson revealed.
Mr. Chariot's reaction seems to indicate he recognized this new member? Also, this gentleman was quickly and purposefully looking around from the start. Was he looking for someone? Is there someone he knows at the Tarot Club? Hmm, he shouldn't know Mr. Chariot; his gaze didn't linger just now.
As she pondered, Audrey rose from her seat with delight, curtsied, and bowed to Mr. Fool at the head of the table, "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
While greeting, as a Beyonder of the Spectator Pathway, she keenly noticed some differences, differences coming from Mr. Fool.
Mr. Fool's aura became even more profound and ethereal, like a bottomless ocean and an unreachable sky, as if he had merged with the entire palace and the entire space.
Besides the observant Audrey, Cattleya, who had already advanced to Mysticologist, also noticed the changes in Mr. Fool. Her Eyes of Mystery Prying, which had become controllable, allowed her to observe even more than Audrey.
Mr. Fool has further recovered. According to my deduction, Mr. Fool should control the Seer Pathway. I wonder what aspect of authority these Gray Fog represent. Even as a demigod, I still find it difficult to glimpse the special nature of this Gray Fog.
While her thoughts churned, Cattleya did not forget to bow and greet Mr. Fool seated at the head of the table.
After Leonard's delayed bow and greeting, The Fool Klein casually said, "This is Star. Introduce yourselves."