Chapter 256 "Fishman's Day" is loyal to the "Fool"!
"Uh, Murloc Festival?" Old Blue "teleported" Klein back to a safe house in the East District. After setting up a "spiritual wall" to prevent eavesdropping, his expression became extremely serious.

"Klein, you used to live on the middle street of Iron Cross Street, which is very close to the lower street. So let me ask you, are you satisfied with life there?"

Klein thought of the sewage flowing everywhere and thieves running around the streets. He smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"In fact, there is no such thing as Middle Street. Our place is Lower Street... It's just that the residents nearby named it 'Middle Street' to distinguish it from the 'Lower Street' which is in worse condition...

“Are you satisfied? I think our family moved out as soon as we had the conditions. I should be dissatisfied.

"But what does this have to do with 'Murloc Festival'?" Klein asked in confusion. This is obviously a made-up word, right? A festival for murlocs?
Old Blue nodded and said:

"You are unfortunate, but also lucky.

"Almost every city has a slum area. Tingen has the lower Iron Cross Street, Backlund has the East District and the Bridge District, Trier, St. Miron...

"I lived on the lower streets, and I had a very hard life, and when I got out of that situation, I was just grateful, but I never went back there to change it.

"Maybe it's because I want to see some contrast, want to see how good my life is now. Maybe it's...

"But at my age, I'm alone, I'm free.

"Then The Fool brought me back from the dead, and He will not allow me to return to His Kingdom now.

“After I completed another goal, I was lost.

“So I rethought the question, and I realized that being in that desperate environment had ingrained in me a deep-seated concept that this place couldn’t be changed.

"Klein, do you think that place can be changed?"

Klein's expression changed several times. Old Blue appeared to be so strong and purposeful outside, but he would also be confused and lost... As for changing poverty? He actually had this idea!

"Mr. Blue, I think it's possible. I have planned that after I gain considerable wealth, I will find a white glove to be my agent in public, and then establish an international charity fund to help the poor and secretly fund labor resistance in various countries. In this way, I can play games with the upper class of society and improve the lives of the lower class..."

As he was talking, Klein realized why his current plan was so consistent with what Old Blue had said to the "Temperance Faction" before! He hurriedly asked:
"So the 'Fishman Festival' is a similar organization you founded? An organization established to fight against the 'cannibalistic' Loen royal family and other unkind factory owners? Even... to help the people in the southern continent colonies?"

"...Your guess is roughly correct," Old Blue scratched his head. Is it really that accurate? How could Klein's premonition be so accurate?
“If you want to change poverty and oppression, it’s not enough to just give money… Of course, I don’t have that much money.

"The international charity fund you mentioned is a good idea. Once the Perpetual Motion Machine Company has completed its initial accumulation, we can try to do this. If you are interested, I will leave it to you.

"And the 'Fishman Festival' is more of a 'mysterious field'. In my imagination, it is a subordinate organization of Mr. Fool's 'Tarot Club'. I will gather some extraordinary people like the 'Temperance Faction' and try to help them do something...

"Hehe, great goals are achieved step by step. Currently, the 'Murloc Festival' only has me and two people from the 'Moderation Faction'..."

Klein was shocked. He counted those two people in this case? He counted those two and didn't even count himself?
"Well, Mr. Blue, are you so sure that the 'zombie' and the 'ghost' will join? Why?" "Why?" Old Blue reacted. Can he be so mysterious and say something about fate? But after thinking about it, he still said:

“Well… I helped them so sincerely, they should take the initiative to ask to join, right?
"By the way, you should keep an eye on Backlund for me. If there are any violent fluctuations in the 'Sun', you can check it out quickly. There may be residual 'Extraordinary Characteristics' of the pursuers there. Don't really catch the 'Temperance Faction'..."

"..." Klein was speechless. Was Old Blue too confident? Also, why didn't he invite him to join the "Murloc Festival"? !
……

Sharon and Maric quickly moved to a secret safe house. The former placed the two ordinary metal chips on the table, frowned slightly, and said nothing.

"This... is the talisman made by the old man? Am I seeing things?" Maric slapped his face fiercely, his tone full of disbelief.

"Yes... this is very unreasonable... but, if it is a Beyonder of the teacher's level..." Sharon's tone was filled with nostalgia and sorrow.
"They can turn decay into something magical. The teacher's 'Transfiguration Curse' can even turn inanimate objects into real food... It's the same principle."

"Angel?!" Maric exclaimed, "But why...how could we be noticed by an angel? He actually let us go!"

Sharon handed one of the chips to Maric and kept the other one. She regained her puppet-like expression and said:
"The only thing I can think of is that He might know the teacher... But no matter what, we have to get rid of the pursuit of the 'Indulgence Faction'..."

"Are you still buying that seal?" Maric held the "chip charm" in his hand and couldn't help asking, "The 'gatekeeper' seal that appeared at the party you attended..."

"Buy it!" Sharon said firmly.

"One day we will return to the Highland Kingdom of the Southern Continent. You know, our people once blindly and fanatically believed in the 'God of Death'... After his death, the 'Bound God' gradually replaced the belief in the 'God of Death'.

"Now the 'Bound God' can no longer be trusted...

"We must guide the Highland Kingdom to find a new faith... We have no other choice. The fallen 'God of Death' is the only widely accepted god there..."

There was a trace of confusion in Maric's eyes, and he couldn't help but say:
"Can we really go back? They have at least two angels..."

"Of course!" Sharon said firmly, "But we can't be impatient. What we need to do is to ensure our own safety first, and then steadily improve our strength. I have a feeling that the future... will be good."

Maric stretched out his hands to cover his pale face and said:

"Sorry, I should have been more restrained.

"At a party I attended, someone discovered the tomb of an ancient noble, and they were trying to recruit a strong enough team to divide the valuable items inside.

"Can you tell me if I should participate?"

(End of this chapter)