Chapter 93: Fool, this is part of the plan
Narcissus Street, Klein's house.

"Klein, why do you want me to quit the Society of Knowledge?" Melissa frowned and looked at Klein, whose clothes were slightly messy and there were small beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Melissa, don't join the Society of Knowledge."

Clenching his fingers, Klein opened his mouth and wanted to tell Melissa the truth, the truth about the extraordinary world, and about Medea’s true identity.

But Klein knew he couldn't say it out loud.

The dangers in the extraordinary world are so high that sometimes just knowing about it can bring trouble.

Among the extraordinary events that Klein had read, a large portion of them were ordinary people who became curious and then committed suicide, attracting extraordinary powers and thus died inexplicably.

Klein's original body was just trying to decipher a notebook of the Antigonus family when he encountered an extraordinary force and shot himself at night. If he hadn't traveled through time, the current "Klein" would have been a dead man.

Given the circumstances, how could Klein agree to let Melissa join the Society of Knowledge?
After a long silence, Melissa spoke.

"Klein, I trust your judgment."

She reached out and picked up the towel that Benson handed over to her, and gently wiped the sweat off Klein's forehead.

"But, can you please tell me the reason?"

Looking at that look, Klein lowered his head unconsciously.

The reason is very simple, and the relevant information about the extraordinary world can explain why.

But...if she tells it, Melissa will see the true face of this world.

This was not what Klein wanted to see.

So, he could only remain silent and say nothing.

"Ahem." Benson scratched his hair like a curly-haired baboon. He wanted to say something to ease the current problem.

But when he saw his brother's determined eyes, he swallowed the words he was about to say.

“Okay.” Melissa nodded. She smiled at Klein’s delighted eyes and said, “I believe you, Klein.”

"Thank you."

"By the way, Klein, when do you plan to get married?" Melissa changed the subject and said in a slightly calm tone: "At your current age..."

"Melissa, I'm going back to my room."

Klein ran up to the second floor.

This time Melissa didn't pursue the topic further.

After a long pause, Melissa sat on the sofa, hugging her thighs with her hands. Her eyes no longer had the same determination as before. Instead, she looked like an animal that had lost its gentle nest, pitiful and helpless.

"Melissa." Benson walked over to Melissa and comforted her, "Klein has grown up. He has his own secrets."

"Yeah, he has his own secrets." Melissa forced a smile.

"Benson, about Mr. Medea."

“I know that Teacher Medea helped Klein. Although I don’t know why Klein did this, he must have a deep meaning.

Maybe... Klein knew something about Teacher Medea, so he made this decision after considering it."

"Think positively. Klein has found an excellent job now and his future is bright."

Benson rubbed his temple.

While the two were discussing their future lives, on the second floor, Klein was alone in his room, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Medya, what exactly do you want to do?” Klein felt very complicated as he thought about this question.

"Fool..."

Klein tapped his forehead lightly with his finger. After making his decision, he took four steps backwards and once again came to the top of the gray fog.

Looking at the snacks, computers, and Coke that were exactly the same as on Earth, Klein covered his forehead with his hands, a painful and conflicted expression on his face.

After a while, he calmed down and waved his hand to restore the gray fog space to its normal palace appearance during the Tarot Society period.

Klein pointed at the bright star representing "Media"...

The spirit sensed similar fluctuations, and Medea appeared in the Source Castle again.

“Mr. Fool.” After a slight bow, Medea quietly sat on the bronze chair of “Queen” that represented her identity.

Klein was in a heavy mood and didn't chat much. He tapped the table with his fingers and said in the mysterious tone of a fool. "Tingen City."

"Yes." Medea nodded, then replied, "I founded an occult organization, the Society of Knowledge."

"In Tingen, I plan to recruit some students to join the Society of Knowledge and explore wisdom together."

The Fool remained silent. He did not know how to start the question.

According to the Fool's status and identity, without saying too much, at least He would not and could not pay attention to the actions of Medea, a Beyonder who was at most "Sequence Five".

But Klein must know Medea's purpose.

After tidying up his words, the Fool said in a playful tone, “One of my followers has noticed Tingen.”

Medea nodded slightly, then showed an understanding look and explained.

“Mr. Fool, the Society of Knowledge that I founded believes in a god named [Master of Knowledge].”

"His philosophy is to allow everyone to enjoy knowledge, regardless of status, power, or even potion."

"I plan to establish the Knowledge Society in Tingen City and try to get more people to move forward with me so that we can gain more knowledge."

"I have no intention of causing trouble in Tingen City, and I will not disturb your followers' activities."

At this point, the Fool now understood what Medea was planning to do.

Her actions were equivalent to establishing a school, recruiting talented scholars from Tingen City, bringing these geniuses together, pooling everyone's strength, exploring knowledge together, and moving towards the truth.

This is consistent with the answer the Fool guessed beforehand.

“How can I stop her from doing this in Tingen?” The Fool pondered this question to himself.

In order to stop Medea's actions, Klein could report her to the church and let the church keep an eye on Medea's possible actions.

But what if I report it?
A group of intellectuals study knowledge together, exchange academic experiences, and explore the wisdom of the world with each other.

The Society of Knowledge, an academic faction of this kind, would not take any action even if the Church of Evernight knew about it.

What's more, there are records of Medea's cooperation in the scriptures of the Church of Evernight.

When these people get together, the Society of Knowledge can at most be considered a club of scholars where they discuss academic research with each other.

“Mr. Fool, you can also let your followers join in.”

forget it……

Thinking back to the content of his divination, Klein still felt a little numb on his scalp.

Amnesia, forgetfulness. He had clearly done the divination, but he had lost this memory. This made Klein unwilling to contact Master Boshi from the bottom of his heart.

Even though this faction was strictly speaking just a group of scholars who believed in Master Boshizun, Klein still chose it according to his heart.

In Klein's opinion, Medea didn't even say the corresponding honorific name, nor did he explain any related concepts of the extraordinary world. He acted completely in accordance with the preaching of the believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. He was 100% plotting a big conspiracy.

“I don’t interfere with his decision.” The Fool calmly changed the subject.

Medea nodded slightly, and then continued: "Mr. Fool, I found a night watcher with a big secret in Tingen City."

Grass!
Hearing these words suddenly, Klein almost fell to the ground.

What are you talking about?

"This night watchman's name is Leonard Mitchell."

“I know he has a secret.” Klein said silently in his heart.

Leonard was like a dancing peacock. As long as Klein had eyes, he could tell that he was hiding a big secret.

"This Nighthawk named Leonard exudes an aura that is completely inconsistent with his own extraordinary characteristics. Although Leonard disguised himself well, he was not able to hide it from my eyes."

“Mr. Fool, I ask for your asylum. I want to explore Leonard’s secret.”

You are preparing to cause trouble!

Suppressing the thought of complaining, the Fool calmly replied: "This is part of the plan."

"I understand." Medea nodded.

(End of this chapter)