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After arranging Mobet and the others, and bidding farewell to the still-giddy Leonard, Lin Ruo and Klein returned to Sherlock's Detective Agency.
Because both of them had consumed a lot of energy—Klein had been through a fierce battle, and while Lin Ruo hadn't made many moves, he had kept his skills active for a long time to prevent accidents—their first reaction upon returning to the agency was naturally to go back to their respective bedrooms to catch up on sleep.
When Lin Ruo woke up from a deep sleep that allowed for the fastest recovery, he yawned and came to the living room, where Klein was leisurely eating dinner.
Hearing Lin Ruo's movement, Klein, who was busy eating, immediately took a moment to glance at him, and his expression became subtle.
"Lin Ruo, why is your cowlick standing up again?"
"Ah?" Lin Ruo was startled, reaching up to press down on his head, but he didn't pay too much attention. He joked, "Maybe this strand of hair has gained self-awareness? Hmm, I'll wash my hair again later, that should make it behave."
Klein nodded at his words. He had only mentioned it casually and didn't think much of it. He then took a sip of the sweet iced tea in his cup and continued eating.
Lin Ruo, familiar with the routine, went into the kitchen to get a bowl and chopsticks. After serving himself rice, he also came to the dining table and began to eat.
After both of them finished eating, Lin Ruo cleaned up the table while recalling something. "Oh, right, Klein, have you pulled Leonard onto the gray fog yet?"
"Not yet, I plan to do it soon," Klein, who was helping nearby, replied casually.
"Tsk, what a pity, if only I could watch..." Lin Ruo said with a slight regret. He was quite looking forward to Leonard's reaction when he met Mr. Fool this time.
After all, this time, Leonard wasn't forced to chant Mr. Fool's honorific name. Instead, he was joining the Tarot Club as a symbol of friendship between the Evernight Goddess and Mr. Fool. In this situation, with that guy's slightly chuunibyou personality, he might have some very interesting reactions.
However, Lin Ruo only felt a little regret. He then thought of something else and asked, "Oh, right, is Emlyn White still working at Harvest Church recently?"
"Emlyn ah..." Klein was momentarily stunned, already accustomed to Lin Ruo's train of thought. He then replied:
"He is indeed still volunteering at Harvest Church. The last time I saw him, he told me that he would absolutely not change his faith in the Sanguine Ancestor, but I feel like he's almost converted. He now unconsciously praises the Mother Goddess."
On a side note, after that previous trip to Harvest Church, due to Lin Ruo's reminder and coincidentally receiving a mission from Emlyn White's parents through another detective friend to find Emlyn White, Klein later went to Harvest Church again. There, he met Emlyn White, who had already transitioned from being imprisoned to being a volunteer.
After this meeting, perhaps because their personalities truly clicked, although both parties would inevitably exchange a few barbs whenever they met again, Klein and Emlyn White quickly became familiar with each other, and their relationship rapidly progressed from strangers to friends.
"Hmm, that's not a bad thing..." Lin Ruo chuckled. Unlike Klein, he hadn't seen Emlyn White since his last trip to Harvest Church. After all, he had been quite busy, and apart from having Klein deliver the limited edition doll he bought for Emlyn White, he had barely paid attention to him.
But now it seemed the "esteemed Sanguine" was having a pretty good time at Harvest Church!
"It's just right, I should return the life scepter as well. When the time comes, I'll visit Emlyn at Harvest Church and introduce him to the Great Masters I know who make dolls..."
Lin Ruo calculated in his mind. He didn't feel any reluctance about returning the life scepter. Although the Sequence 2 level life scepter was powerful, its side effects were truly terrifying. Moreover, he hadn't really needed it recently. Instead of keeping it, it was better to return it sooner.
No big deal, he could just borrow it again when he needed it!
Thinking this, Lin Ruo finished cleaning up the tableware and sat on the sofa. He poured himself a cup of black tea while waiting for Klein to recount the scene of Star's "induction" into the Tarot Club later.
As for Klein himself, he had naturally gone to the gray fog to prepare to pull someone in.
So, on the other side, Leonard, who had just completed a new mission, had just returned home to rest for a while, and was holding a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper, was suddenly enveloped by a crimson glow.
When he regained his senses, he had appeared in a magnificent palace like a giant's dwelling. Before Leonard was a long bronze table, and he was sitting beside the table, in one of the seats.
Leonard blinked, his emerald eyes almost writing "bewildered" on the left and "dumbfounded" on the right, showing that the person involved was completely out of sorts.
But fortunately, Leonard's little brain hadn't completely rusted yet, or perhaps Klein's induction guidance had worked. After one or two seconds, he reacted and suddenly looked towards the head of the bronze long table.
There was a figure shrouded in dense gray fog, leaning back leisurely in the chair, seemingly looking down on everything in the world.
From Him, Leonard seemed to see endless majesty. He was like the ocean, like the abyss, making one tremble in body and mind just by looking.
The Fool!
Leonard instantly understood the other party's identity. At this moment, thoughts flashed through his mind, and he almost instinctively stood up, about to leave his seat to bow to Mr. Fool.
This was the most basic respect for a deity.
"No need for such trouble."
However, Leonard hadn't fully stood up before he was pressed back down by an invisible force.
Mr. Fool's voice sounded in his ear, deep and soothing:
"You can call me Mr. Fool."
"Understood, esteemed Mr. Fool." Although he was pressed back down, following the principle of caution, Leonard still half-rose and bowed to Mr. Fool, respectfully saying.
"I already know your purpose." Mr. Fool continued indifferently, "Sit down, from now on you are one of the members of the Tarot Club."
"Understood, Mr. Fool, is there anything you need me to do?" Leonard asked, somewhat nervously, but not so afraid.
After all, unlike the original work where "The Fool" was initially considered an evil god, this time "The Fool" had received endorsement from the Evernight Goddess, basically removing Him from the ranks of evil gods in Leonard's mind. Even if He couldn't be called a benevolent god, at least He wasn't that kind of evil hidden existence.
Of course, even so, Leonard still had the necessary reverence, after all, he had heard a saying from Old Man Pallez—
Do not doubt the power of gods, nor trust their benevolence.
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