Chapter 28: Fugen's Two Ha (Happy New Year!)

Klein pressed his right hand forward, severing the connection, but he did not leave immediately.

Until he heard the praying voice lingering in his ears and saw the crimson star corresponding to the "sun" expanding and contracting.

He planned to respond ten minutes earlier at the next gathering, so that he could easily convert a week of Loen time into Silver City time and give the Silver City youth an idea of ​​the time interval between gatherings.

After doing this, Klein wrapped himself in spirituality and fell rapidly downwards.

Returning to the room, he felt the remaining spirituality and said:

"Fortunately, I was promoted to Clown before the Tarot Club, so I can maintain my spiritual power for this long... and I feel like I still have some energy left, so I can add another member... Phew, there's no suitable candidate for now, but now I can confirm that as long as someone recites the Fool's Honored Name, I can pull that person into the gray fog, and the crimson stars are a sign of a stable connection."

"Yes, the Beyonder recommended by Miss Justice may be able to enter the 'inspection process'... Tarot Club is becoming more and more powerful... This will be beneficial to my promotion and to other participants."

"No, maybe the members of the Tarot Club should not know each other, and then each of them should develop a certain number of subordinates to form a relatively strict organizational structure."

"In this way, even if a member is exposed, arrested, or conned, it will not have much impact on the Tarot Club."

"It seems that it is best not to let the two Beyonders recommended by Miss Justice join us for now... Perhaps after Justice becomes stronger, we can develop them into Justice's subordinates..."

After clarifying the true membership criteria of the Tarot Club, Klein thought:
"Unfortunately, the Tarot Club can only trade knowledge and potion formulas... It's still very inconvenient to have physical materials and Beyonder characteristics. After all, no one is willing to reveal their real identity, as that would mean danger..."

"But this sacrificial ritual is really... hard to describe. I don't want to be the object of a bloody sacrifice!"

The Great Fool held his head and decided not to think about this matter for the time being. Anyway, he had not encountered a situation where he had to use such a high-end form of transaction as "sacrifice".

"I still have to go out and find Detective Henry to get the final report of the Red Chimney Investigation... I hope the number is not too large, otherwise it will take me a long time to find it by myself..."

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The crimson faded, and Old Blue was still sitting on the single sofa, with the Husky lying on the carpet in front of him, no different from before.

He nodded with satisfaction. "Who said that Huskies are born to be house-destroying monsters? This one is obviously very well behaved..."

Gulu, an empty glass bottle rolled in the place not covered by the carpet and hit old Blue in the face.

"Oh my god..." Old Blue moved quickly, grabbed Erha's head and looked at it. He saw that Erha's originally blue eyes had deepened a lot, becoming a deep blue, as if it had entered the deep sea where even light could not reach, so deep that it seemed to be able to absorb other people's souls.

"Ah? You succeeded already?" Old Blue ignored its wagging tail, growled cutely, rubbed the Husky's face, kneaded it into various shapes, and turned it into a clown dog, "You guy, worth 4.5 pounds, actually drank potion worth hundreds of pounds..."

Then Old Blue let go of the dog, sat back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and said with emotion:
"It didn't lose control even after being touched like this... It seems to have really worked... Are animals really so suitable for potions? This is not scientific, this is not mysticism! How can a dog play the role of a fortune teller? A clown dog? A magician dog? Hmm? Oh right... Fulgrim's dog..."

Erha stood up straight, his two deep blue eyes were full of innocence, and he tilted his head to look at the old man on the sofa going crazy, totally unable to understand...

Old Blue seemed to have seen the destination of this Husky. He stood up and patted the dog's head. "Very good. From now on, you will be called 'Afu'. Your goal is the legendary 'Hound of Fulgrim', a group of cute dogs with mouths grinning to the back of their heads under the seat of the Great Fool."

"Afu, a crow is on a plane! Haha!" Old Blue said something that only he understood, laughing so hard that he fell backwards, as if he was not an angry person, but a real clown. Snap, the silver pocket watch was opened, and Old Blue felt that he had gotten used to the feeling of using a pocket watch to check the time instead of a mobile phone, which was quite exciting...

"The time is 4pm. After Klein was promoted to the Joker, he really had enough spirituality. Hey, the plan worked! Mr. Fool's status was preserved!"

"It takes three to two years to go from Sequence 8 to Sequence 7. Based on Klein's understanding of the Joker's core spirit, it will definitely take three months to digest it. By that time, Sequence 7—Shit, I seem to have forgotten to give Mr. Fool the magician's potion formula!"

Old Blue sat up suddenly. "Fortunately, Klein's clown potion has not been digested yet... otherwise he would have started to rush, right?"

“The excuse I gave before was that my memory was not good and I had too many potion formulas to contribute… Yes, that’s the reason. Let’s delay it a little longer! Anyway, there’s no point in Klein getting it now…”

Old Blue felt relieved, touched the head of Ah Fu who stood up and followed him, and said:
"Ahfu, what do you want to eat? Let's have something delicious tonight! Let's go to the vegetable market!"

Ah Fu's tail wagged faster.

Click, the lock core turned, and then the sound of the door opening was heard. Old Blue, who had just taken his coat, was a little confused and looked at the girl who walked in.

"Ah! Mr. Blue!"

The girl was a little thin, with ordinary features. Her clothes were worn but clean. When she saw Blue sitting on the clothes rack not far from the door, she hurriedly greeted him.

Old Blue realized that this was his family's maid. When the mistress was still alive, she lived in his house, with food and lodging provided, earning 5 soli per week. Starting last year, his predecessor still employed her to do odd jobs, but just to avoid suspicion, he no longer let her live in the house, and the weekly salary was changed to 6 soli.

"Mr. Blue, I didn't know you were at home. I should have rang the doorbell first..." the girl bowed and apologized.

"It's okay, little Nancy, have you eaten?" Old Blue took the cane, put on the black felt hat, and asked.

"Ah, not yet...Mr. Blue, are you going out?" Nancy was a little surprised by Blue's question. The Blues had been very nice to her before, but not so casually...

"Let's go buy some food. By the way," Old Blue squatted down, held Ah Fu's head and rubbed it. "This is Ah Fu, our new dog. You'll have to take care of its hygiene in the future. Well, I'll give you a corresponding weekly salary of 7 soli. Haha, this guy is really dirty..."

"Awooo~" Erha cooperated and rolled on the ground, roaring.

"Ah!" Nancy's face showed some surprise. She looked at the dog rolling on the ground and the old man tying a chain around its collar, and said:

"Mr. Blue, the 6 soli you gave me is more than enough... I heard that other maids who do odd jobs better than me can only get 5 soli... You also allowed me to clean the house only before dusk, and I can help my mother with laundry in the rest of the time... I can't..."

"Don't refuse. This is what you deserve. Everyone is looking forward to a weekly salary increase. Why are you refusing it when it's your turn?" Old Blue stood up, pulled the heavy chain, and walked out of the door with the Husky.

Nancy was a little stunned. She looked at the closed door, a little bit in disbelief, but also a little bit happy. She had been supporting her family with a weekly salary of 6 soli. Now the price of rye bread has dropped to a little over 1 penny per pound. 7 soli per week! This is almost catching up with her father!
"Mr. Blue is such a good man, and so is Mrs. Jenny. It's a pity..."

Nancy couldn't help but tap her chest four times, "Praise the goddess, may Mr. Blue's wife, Mrs. Jenny, enter your kingdom..."

　First update of the new year, thank you for watching!

　　
　
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