franphil Chapter 280: No More Than This
Chapter 280: No More Than This
Chapter 280: No More Than This
The devout prayers and praises of thousands of people in Silver City miraculously appeared in Shael.
Hearing these praises and expressions of gratitude for the "Fool," the "Masked Fool" removed some of the exaggerated parts and then "transferred" them to the gray fog, passing them on to the real "Fool."
Meanwhile, across the North and South continents, with the help of the Punishers, they surrounded and wiped out "Iron" McVitie and killed the cold-blooded Squall.
"Bloody Thorn" Huntley and his gang of pirates, along with Klein, happily cooperated with Alger and the Church of Storms to launder the pirates' bounties, receiving half of it, which was at least 2500 pounds.
As for Danitz's share?
"You have 5 seconds."
"3000 pounds in cash, plus a magical flying carpet. Choose one; failure to do so within the time limit will be considered a forfeit."
Klein gave the choice and, before Danitz could react, began the countdown.
"3, 2..."
"Flying carpet, flying carpet, flying carpet..."
What is this?! You just don't want me to get the reward. In desperation, Danitz randomly chose an easy one to read.
"very good."
Klein was satisfied; as long as money wasn't the deciding factor, he was still quite tolerant.
He tossed the flying carpet to Danitz. This magical item worked quite well; just like its name suggested, it could actually fly, though the flight speed was a bit slow.
"What happened to the promised 5 seconds?"
Danitz couldn't help but complain, even with the help of the flying carpet.
"I've counted them in my head."
Klein remained expressionless, and for some reason, he felt a pang of nostalgia for the innocent Miss Justice of the past. If it were still at the first Tarot gathering, Miss Justice might have been willing to buy this item, which perfectly suited a young girl's tastes, for 5000 pounds, even on installment.
You bastard!
Danitz was almost furious, but there was nothing he could do. Watching 'German' ignore him and walk towards the bedroom, he muttered, "They both seem to be Loen people, so how come their personalities are so different?"
Klein's hand trembled almost imperceptibly, and the top hat nearly slipped off the hanger. He wanted to grab Danitz by the collar and roar, "You actually think that guy who took a house from you after just one meeting is a good person? Can't you be a little more sensible?"
"You think he's good?"
Klein silently turned around and asked.
"Of course, he saved my life, and I will always remember it."
Danitz didn't hesitate; this was a life-saving favor.
"Save someone at the perfect moment and it has this effect?" Klein looked like he'd learned something new.
Before he could say anything more, a series of prayers rang in his ears like an alarm clock.
What's going on? Why are the sounds so chaotic this time? Are the prayers of the Hanged Man and the Angel coming together?
Klein, puzzled, turned his steps toward the bedroom and entered the bathroom.
Close the gate, walk four steps backward, and arrive above the gray fog.
What he saw was a vast expanse of contracting and expanding crimson stars, which almost triggered Klein's trypophobia.
What happened?
Klein, still half-asleep, clicked on a "Crimson Star" and heard various praises spoken in the language of giants, such as thanking Mr. Fool for bringing light and warmth, and thanking Mr. Fool for his favor in saving Silver City from suffering.
He then clicked on several more prayer videos, all of which contained similar content: gratitude to the great Fool.
The sun shines over Baiyin City?
Did I do this?!
Klein looked bewildered. Hadn't he just hunted down a few pirates recently? Anything else?
This is someone impersonating the Fool.
"The Fool" Klein immediately realized this. He clicked on the crimson star of "Little Sun," but Little Sun also thought that the Fool had done this. All the prayers contained only praise and gratitude, without any specific description of the whole event.
At this moment, Klein noticed the crimson star corresponding to the "angel." This crimson star was also twinkling, and it seemed to be a little larger.
Recalling that the "angel" had once visited the Forsaken Land, Klein felt a little numb and pointed towards the "angel's" deep red star.
"Respected Fool, having stepped into the realm of demigods, I am finally able to use the Level 0 sealed artifact 'The Scroll of God,' which I borrowed from the Abraham family, with relative safety."
"To test the power of this sealed artifact, I used the power of the scroll to return to the land of the forsaken gods and recreated the projection of the sun, illuminating the darkness of the Eastern Continent."
"This was originally intended as an emergency measure in case of danger, but I never expected that the sun would have such a sacred concept and unparalleled importance in Silver City. Faced with those pairs of eyes full of gratitude and worship, I could hardly bear the excitement and fervor of these thousands of people who had struggled in the darkness for thousands of years and finally saw the dawn."
"I couldn't bear it, and I couldn't refuse, but thankfully, when they offered to build a statue for me, I thought of a truly great being. The demigod elders of Silver City had originally regarded me as a messenger of some god, and they voluntarily offered their faith."
"I couldn't refuse, and they even gave me a gift, a really nice Level 1 sealed artifact."
"I offer this to you as compensation for my hasty failure to properly handle matters of faith, and for needing Mr. Fool's support."
"Demigods need faith, but I didn't expect that I would almost not be able to resist this fanatical and pure faith. I overestimated my status and abilities."
After reading the "angel's" explanation, "The Fool" Klein fell silent.
The reasoning seems easy to understand; the "angel" explained it very clearly.
The "Angel" ascended to the level of a demigod. Demigods need faith, and it was difficult to obtain a large amount of faith in the North and South Continents. So he set his sights on the Forsaken Land, which was isolated from the outside world. However, he accidentally went too far and found himself in a difficult position. After all, there were several demigods in Silver City, and he couldn't control them. So he pulled out the Fool and gave himself the identity of a divine messenger.
"Is this guy doing this on purpose?"
Klein was somewhat uncertain. After all, Shael had been traveling in Bayam before. Even if there had been prior preparations, it was still too sudden, wasn't it? Was it intentional or was it something he genuinely hadn't anticipated?
Whether intentional or accidental, who gave him permission to use the name of the Fool outside?
Mr. Fool's face was not good, but when the sacrificial gate opened and the life-giving staff appeared, looking at its exquisite shaft and recalling the cheap staff he had used in Backlund, his anger...
"A level one sealed artifact?"
"Mr. Angel, maybe it really wasn't intentional?"
"After all, these beliefs are directed at me. If demigods need faith, then I need it to ascend to demigodhood, right?"
Should I forgive him? Should I give him a slight warning first, and then forgive him?
This will not be repeated.